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fever pitch (b.b.) - part three

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soundtrack: don't blame me - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: you and bradley spend the night, but the road to heaven is full of obstacles; some are external, others are self-inflicted. warnings: language, public scrutiny (will be a recurring theme in this fic ha!), bradley is a stand-up guy all round, fluff, smut (d/s elements, praise kink, bit of a bratty side?, fingering, oral [f receiving], dirty talk, size kink, bradley is PACKING, protected sex) notes: i'm back! life has been crazy since i posted the previous chapter, but i just wanna say thank you so so much for your patience and your kind words about the fic so far! big shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse and @teacupsandtopgun for being absolutely GEMS in brainstorming ideas-- this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for y'all <3 happy reading!

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The Langham, Sterling Suite. Ask for Holly Golightly ;)

Bradley smiles at your text, and the cheeky “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” reference. He shoots up a quick reply as he makes his way out to the lobby, fighting hard not to be grinning like an idiot to any unassuming passersby, until—

Click-click-click-click! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

“Hey, it’s Bradley Bradshaw!”

“Oi, Bradley! Give us a smile, mate!”

“Bradley, did you get to meet Y/N inside?”

“Did the boss let you out on a school night, Bradley?”

”How are you feeling about the Sunderland game this weekend?”

It’s a meager distance from the steps of Annabel’s to the curb where the valet has brought out his car, but holy shit. It doesn’t usually get nearly as crazy as this. He’s partied here with Harry Styles, and nobody bat an eye when the guy stumbled out drunk with his left tit out. But maybe it’s because Harry lives in London sometimes, or maybe because he was on a break… unlike Miss Americana on her world tour right now. It makes him pause and rethink how careful he needs to be.

Bradley gets into his car and drives off, trying to tread between the fine line of quick and careful. He can’t help but look over the rearview mirror more often than normal. Fuck, is this how you feel like all the time? He’s no stranger to the spotlight, but rather than the occasional run-ins, nobody has ever been interested in where he went to dinner on a random Tuesday night.

The Langham is barely a mile away, but Bradley sees photographers parked across the hotel with their long-lens cameras and disgusting disposition, and he keeps on driving. Thinking. Restrategizing. Hoping that his vintage aubergine Ferrari isn’t causing suspicion for driving by the second and third time.

He finds a basement parking lot behind the building and pulls up, hoping it’s the right entrance to the hotel. The attendant looks starstruck as he nods and points the way, sending him off with an eager ‘Come on you Gunners!’. And just like that, he makes it into the lobby out of the pap’s sight.

Be cool, he reminds himself, you’re only as suspicious as you seem to be. He comes up to the reception desk, and the girl behind it greets him warmly.

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to the Langham. How may I help you?”

“I’m here to see Ms. Golightly at the Sterling Suite,” Bradley says smoothly. “Holly Golightly.”

“And who am I speaking with, sir?” The girl looks at him like he seems familiar, but can’t quite place him.

“...Paul Varjak,” he states, unable to bite back the smile. Oh, the thrill of giving out a fake name with the very real possibility of getting called out on his shit.

But she nods and grabs the telephone, dialing into your room. Blissfully ignorant of the pseudonym he just gave her.

Good.

Let this inside joke be the two of yours alone.

The elevator ride up is peaceful—too peaceful that he can hear his heart beating and his palms sweating. Even the carpet mutes his footsteps towards the double door. Before he even presses the bell, a bodyguard opens the door for him.

“Mr. Bradshaw,” he nods curtly. It’s one of the guys from the restaurant earlier. Middle-aged, stout and rather short, sporting a permanent scowl and a vibe that indicates he’s seen some shit.

“Hi. Sorry, I haven’t got your name…?”

“Guy,” he deadpans.

Bradley wonders if that’s his real name or he’s just saying it so Bradley would get off his case, but smiles anyway. “Nice to meet you, Guy.”

Guy hums gruffly and ushers him into the foyer, an identical hallway of the hotel, with a room on each side. “Through here,” he leads him towards another set of double doors at the end of the hallway.

Meanwhile, you are full-on freaking out in your living room. Should you get changed? You’ve taken off your heels, but getting everything off feels so premeditated… You don’t even know if he wants things to go that far. Maybe you can break your little rule and bring out the wine for liquid courage? Gosh, nothing feels right. And it’s been so long since you’ve last done this that you’ve actually gone rusty.

And before you get to decide—in the long, wasteful twenty minutes or so you’ve been pacing, you hear a knock on your door.

“Coming!”

You rush over to get the door and there he is, coming out victorious through the hurdles, smiling at you.

“Thanks, Guy. I’ll take it from here,” you dismiss your security a little too quickly, nodding over Bradley’s shoulder. You’re sure Guy is rolling his eyes all the way back to his room over your lovestruck teenager behavior.

But it hardly matters when this man before you is looking at you like the sun.

“Hey, you.” Bradley beams at you from his spot. As if afraid to invade your space somehow.

And so are you. This feels like that night in the garden all over again. You have to remind yourself that this isn’t some pocket of a park you stumbled into; this is your hotel room.

Quiet.

Private.

Safe.

“Come on in.” You let him cross the threshold, closing the door behind him the warm foyer light cast golden upon his face. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’ve ditched your six-inch heels, or that there’s no one else, but Bradley looks even taller than you remember him. Broader. More… imposing.

“I’m sorry for taking so long. There’s cameras everywhere and I had to—”

“It’s okay,” you try to reassure him. It feels rude to ask if he got caught on camera, but at this point, you had to ask. “Did you… Did they…?”

Bradley quickly shakes his head. “No, I took the basement entrance, out of sight. We’re good.”

”I’m, uh… sorry for the fuss.”

”Hey, it’s no trouble at all… Ms. Golightly,” he tilts his head, grinning at your chosen pseudonym.

”Yeah, it changes every time. My last stop in Tennessee, I was Clarice Starling,” you admit, making him laugh. “Although I’m glad you got the reference… Mr. Varjak.”

He simpers, very proud of himself. And with that, he takes a step closer to you. Towering over you. Crowding you with his smile, his scent, his body heat… and neither of you makes the first touch. You’re painfully aware of how his gaze keeps dropping to your lips. Bodies drawn towards each other but tied in place for some reason. It seems like despite all the flirting you did at the restaurant, everything goes out the window once you’re alone.

You’re just two strangers, caught in a thrilling game of push and pull. Too scared to tip over and just… fall.

“Can I kiss you…?” Bradley breathes out. He feels foolish for asking, but it’s the only way to make sure he’s not ruining the entire evening.

But you sigh in relief and nod your head yes, and it gives you the push you need to close the distance from him. You don’t know which one happened first; touching his lips with yours, grasping his arms for balance, or standing on your tiptoes on his shoes. He keeps you there, his strong hands securing your waist.

“You’re making me feel like a kid…” It makes you giggle into the kiss, and he can’t not possibly fall in love with the sound of that—with the feel of your lips pulled up right against his.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing…” Bradley runs his hands down your sides gently. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

“All night? You mean you’ve been thinking about making out with me while I tell you my life story?” you gasp, feigning shock and offense.

He laughs again. “Maybe for a moment or two there, I’ll admit.”

“I thought you were a gentleman!” you give him a playful smack on his behind, and there’s a flash of… something in his eyes. A spark, or a darkening. You’re not sure what it is yet, but it sends butterflies into your stomach yet again.

Bradley tucks some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. “I’m still a gentleman.”

“Really? I don’t believe that…” you sway his hips lightly, “I think you’re very… very bad,” you purr out, your lips barely touching.

He meets you halfway, and it feels like less of a shock this time. You gladly lose yourself in him, knowing you’ve crossed the line now. You finally notice how his mustache scratches your skin in a nice way, how he holds you flush against him, how he just melts into you in the kiss… enshrouding you in his warmth and lighting you on fire at the same time.

Bradley pulls away, barely just. His forehead is still pressed against yours, your noses are bumping, and his breath melding with yours. He licks his lips and you swear you can almost taste it. “You’re making it really hard for me to be a gentleman, kid…”

You can’t help but chuckle at the nickname. It’s not one you expect, but it sounds right somehow. “I didn’t invite you all the way here to be a gentleman.”

The twinkle in his eyes darken. Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him. “Is that right?” Bradley’s hands slide down your hips, finding the swell of your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

The air catches in your throat, and you swallow lightly. “Mm-hm.”

Instead, you lead him into the bedroom. Bradley is right behind you, barely a step behind. His hands have found a home on your hips and he seems adamant to stay there for a moment. Insisting to hold onto you because he worries he’ll get ahead of himself before you’re ready. But gosh, you’ve been ready all night and you’re practically twisting your arms around trying to reach the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Come here, I got you,” he rasps, his heart skipping as he drags the zipper down your back. He’s not sure which one he loves more; the dip of your spine that he wants to trace with your tongue, or the way the dress falls to the floor and reveals what’s underneath that prim and proper pink dress.

A tiny scrap of lace held by a black strap on either side of your hips, framing the swell of your ass perfectly.

And he swears, for a split second, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck…” he breathes out.

You can’t turn around fast enough. It might be a good ‘fuck’, but what if it’s a bad one? “What’s wrong?”

Bradley just blinks at you, for no other reason than how your nipples are poking out the side of the skimpy triangle of your bra. And that your lipstick is smeared on the edges from kissing him.

But of course, your mind is already racing from the lack of response and you’re already thinking, oh no this was a bad idea I shouldn’t have worn this—

“Hey, hey…” he sees your face fall and your arms come up to cover your chest and he immediately steps in. Holding you close, hoping to give you comfort. “Is this all for me?”

Oh, shit. Maybe if you close your eyes tight enough, you would melt to the floor. “I know, it’s a little much—”

“No, that’s not what I asked…” Bradley tilts your chin up, making you look him in the eye. “I said… Did you put these on for me?”

Your breath comes up short, and you nod ever so slightly. You don’t even trust your own voice not to betray how much you want him to like it. How much you want him.

“It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you.” He smiles into your lips, kissing you there. Spelling out how he feels with his hands on your ass, his mouth on yours. “Such a good girl…”

That flips a switch in your brain and he can see it. Your eyes go wide, your posture changes, and all of a sudden, you look so… small in his arms. So vulnerable, so beautiful. So perfect.

Suddenly, he’s holding the world in his arms. The sexy little thing you call panties is a pesky little nuisance now, and he can’t wait to get it off of you. His broad shoulders are keeping your legs open, his nose nuzzling your pubic bone as he looks up at you.

Bradley lowers you down on the side of the bed, settling on his knees before you. Committing every inch to memory by touch, from your ankle to your knee, up the inside of your thighs. When he reaches the scrap of fabric at your core, he feels it slick. He smirks. “What do we have here?”

Your face heats up. How the fuck are you supposed to answer that? No words are coming to your head—not when he’s drawing patterns over your pussy, making the lace glisten all over. And when your panties are positively ruined, he draws his hand back and licks the offending fingers in earnest.

And all it takes is a taste to send him into a frenzy.

“Fuck honey, need to taste you…” he murmurs between feverish kisses all over your legs. “Can I?”

You nod fervently, feeling like he’s got you under a spell.

“Use your words, kid.” He grins, playfully biting the inside of your thigh.

The sharp sensation makes you yelp, and you grip his hair in reflex. “Yes, want your mouth on me, please…”

“Good girl, asking so nicely…” he chuckles, satisfied with your response. Then, he pulls you to the edge of the bed. That dainty scrap of lace you call panties is a pesky nuisance now, and he couldn’t wait any longer to get it off of you. With your legs hiked up on his broad shoulders, he dives into you.

A taste, as it turns out, is an understatement because what Bradley does is devour.

“Oh, fuck…” you gasp sharply at the contact.

With one hand pinning your thigh open, he laps you up in earnest, figuring out the many ways he can make you squirm. Time ceases to exist because it feels like he makes you come in no time, but also he’s been down there forever. But he goes on and on and on until his name comes out in a desperate chant of lust and need.

“Bradley Bradley Bradley…” she grinds shamelessly into his mustache now, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome sensation on your part. “Please, I’m gonna…”

“I know, honey. I got you. It’s okay.” It’s an oddly wholesome thing to say in a moment like this, but maybe you’re a hopeless romantic at heart, because sweet nothings get you off.

Your orgasm strikes like a thunderbolt, and you find yourself arching into his mouth. The more you take, the more he gives—or is it the other way around?— It seems like he takes as much pleasure in it as you do. Maybe even more, as he holds onto you as you squirm away overstimulated.

“Bradley… wait.” You grab a handful of his hair, trembling breathlessly.

His mustache glistens when he comes up for air, and he finally (finally!) takes off his suit jacket as he stands up. He eases up on the throttle and lets you breathe for a second. He rolls up his sleeves to his elbows, watching you spread out like a feast for him. Legs open, bra askew, hair fanned out on the pillow… God, he’s so lucky.

When he returns on top of you, you’re eager to pull him by his belt buckle, but he brushes your hand away. You frown in protest. “But I wanna touch you—”

“It’s not your turn yet, honey,” he chides you teasingly.

“You just had your turn!”

He shrugs, nosing your cheek. “Well, it’s still my turn, so…” Bradley closes the gap again and kisses you openly.

The taste of your arousal on his tongue makes you dizzy, but it can’t distract you from the buzz of his fingers rubbing your devoured pussy, sending shivers down your spine. It’s entirely too much, and you keel over from the contact.

“Somebody’s a little sensitive, huh?” He grins, easing the throttle a little.

“Fuck you…”

“Well, if you say so.” He slides his middle finger in.

“Ohhh… Bradley…” you buck up your hips and moan. But in comes another finger, and you swear it feels like all of him.

He’s wound differently this time, like a man on a mission. With his fingers crooking and stroking your silky walls, beckoning you to come closer, while you grip his shoulders, willing yourself to hold on. But his teeth yanks the edge of your bra to set your nipple free, and his sly tongue finally gets a taste… all resolve goes out the window.

“Come on, honey. I know you got another one in you…” he breathes out, undoing the front clasp of your bra so he can suck your tits with all his might, willing you to come.

And frankly, who are you to say no?

The burst of pleasure hits you from your core to your fingertips. If he wasn’t pinning you down on top of you, you would have probably floated away. But you’re firmly laid on the mattress and feeling everything. Your eyes blink back into focus as you come down from your high.

You pant, staring at him in disbelief. Nobody has ever put that much attention on you in bed before even taking off his clothes. “You got a baseball bat in there or something?”

“Something like that.” He rolls his eyes playfully. Jokingly, you assume.

You take his arm, kissing his wrist, “Can I touch you now?” sticking your tongue out to lick his digits clean of you. Putting on a show as you suck his fingers. “Please?”

He throws his head back and groans. “Fuck.” He can’t resist that doe-eyed look you’re putting on, nor can he resist you undoing his shirt buttons. He can play dominant all he wants, but he knows that the truth of the matter is, he’s all wrapped up around your little finger. “Okay, okay. You win.”

It’s a mess of unbuckling pants, kicking off shoes, and tossing clothes to the floor. Your hand reaches out to trace his gleaming skin, every ridge of his abdomen. You’ve seen the Calvin Klein campaigns and the Men’s Health covers— and gosh, he looks like a dream. But when that thing just springs up to his stomach when he pushes his boxers down…

You didn’t expect him to manifest straight out of your wet dream.

“Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding about your baseball bat,” you breathe out, head tilted as you stare at his thick cock. The vein that runs along the side, the way it curves slightly to the right, the length that makes you clench at the mere thought of it… Fuck, it’s pretty.

Bradley chuckles sheepishly. He knows how big it is, he’s heard all the jokes in the locker room, but hearing it from you hits different. “You scared?”

You should be, a little. But without flinching, you bite your lip and look him in the eye. “Nah, I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

Gosh, he loves you. He’ll have to remember not to blurt that out too early. “Okay, big girl,” he chuckles, kissing you one last time before rolling off of the bed.

His sudden disappearance out of sight makes you frown. “Where are you—” you prop yourself up on your elbow, seeing him fish out a packet of condom from his trousers pocket, “Right. Safety first.”

Bradley nods, tearing the packet open with his teeth and rolling it on. There’s something so hot about how a man looks just before he fucks someone. “Mm-hm. Gotta make sure we’re both covered.”

“Do I need goggles and a helmet, too?”

He pauses as he straddles your hips. “Maybe next round,” he cheekily quips back. The idea of you wearing nothing but a helmet and safety goggles weirdly makes his cock stir, too. But you’re already lying naked under him, and he doubts that much will deter his hard-on.

Bradley pushes himself into you a little, and your eyes water as you whimper out in a blur of pain and pleasure. And here you thought two of his fingers felt full…

He stops in his tracks, trying to gauge your reaction. He nearly lost his mind over how tightly you’re clenched around him, but he doesn’t want to presume. “Too much?” He asks softly, stroking your cheek.

Your breaths run ragged as you look up at him, almost in awe. “You’re just… so big…”

He laughs breathlessly. He hates to brag, but it’s true. And as much as he’s enjoying the way you flutter under him, he has to ask, “Want me to pull out?” Please say no, please say no, I don’t think I can handle it…

“N-no…” you wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging to him for dear life. “But I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

Bradley smiles at what has to be the most adorable look he’s ever seen from you. He kisses your forehead in reassurance. “I’ll go nice and slow, okay? I promise.”

Feeling this small and vulnerable so soon after meeting someone would usually set all kinds of alarms in your head. You never know how a guy would take it. But in this moment, nestled in the crook of his neck, among the mix of his perfume and aftershave and his natural musk… all you want to do is stay. “Okay,” you nod softly.

“Let’s try again then, hm?” He kisses your temple and whispers in your ear, “Open up, love.”

With a deep breath, you bite back a whimper as you take him deeper, still not quite all the way in. “Hurts…”

Bradley stops again, his concern fully taking over now. “You sure you want me to keep going…?”

“Yes!” You surprise yourself with how quick and desperate you answered him. Your eyes shut, trying to offset the warmth setting over your cheeks, as you make the dirty admission, “I… I like it when it hurts.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Bradley has to remind himself not to come on the spot, because holy shit. He wouldn’t go this hard on a woman so early in the game, but… his head is dizzy from how innocently you said it. He takes a breath to pull himself together. “Tell me if it’s too much, alright?”

The air is heavy. The room is silent. You can hear the shift in the tension as you smirk, “Yessir.”

There you are, you little devil. Bradley simply grabs you by the hips and bottoms out inside you. Your face goes slack while your cunt tightens around his cock, and it blows his mind.

He starts out slow, torturously so. Stuffing himself inside your crevice and dragging himself out, willing you to feel every inch. Every ridge. Until your body loosens up and twists around in the throes of passion. Your mouth falls open, your little gasps and moans coming and going as he pleases.

The unhurried pace is nice for a few minutes, when you’re still adjusting to his size. But now that he’s snug inside you, you’re simply aching for more. Your hips arch up into him halfway, a little more urgent, disrupting the rhythm with a pleasant stutter.

He notices this and smiles. “So eager… what’s the rush, hm?”

You answer with a groan. He has a penchant for asking you questions you can’t answer, this man. “You feel so good, baby…” you murmur headily, hands desperately grasping on him—his arms, his shoulders, his back…

”You feel even better.” He nips at your pert nipple, relishing in your angelic little filthy cry. Fuck, he can feel the exact motion of your pussy tightening for him. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that…”

”Then don’t.”

His eyes flicker onto yours immediately. You’re gonna be the death of him, he swears…

You grab his hair by the fistful, keeping his gaze. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

”Oh fuck—” he doesn’t stand a chance. His body reacts faster than his brain could compute, and he holds your hips flush against his as he buries himself as deep as he can. Every twitch of his cock sends you reeling, and your pussy clenches and unwinds in your climax, following him down from his high to yours.

Free falling, hand in hand.

Bradley rolls off of you and you would complain, if it weren’t for the way he immediately pulls you into his chest. Thank fuck. You’re not quite ready to untangle from him yet. Not when your breaths still run a bit ragged, as if accidentally catching each other’s. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and it feels unlike your regular out-of-town hookup. No, this one’s different. But not a word is said between you on that for different reasons— each of you holding your cards close to your chest, as close as you’re holding each other.

#nowhere to go but up from here on out folks!!#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x reader #footballer!bradley #footballer!bradley x popstar!reader #top gun imagine #top gun au #ava writes #fever pitch

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primrosebow · 5 months

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HEYY!!! i love your art soo much!!! Your post abt the hazbin hotel women 🩷🩷 its so GOODD!! As Vaggies #1 fan i love how you wrote for her and drew her! I love how you added little details like the night dress(id fuck her in her night dress too she looks so cute:3) but i was wondering if you could maybe do some rosie x reader nfsw🙏 PLSS she barely gets any love and your writing(and art but yoy dont have to draw her if you dont want tooo) is so good!! Anyways could i maybe be 🎀 annon? i hope you have a good day!!! Bye

Hey I'm back from trying to find out how to be a good artist

I did not figure it out 🗣📢📢📢💥💥 also we're on strike.

❣️_-->Rosie x reader

!Content warnings!: nsfw, rosie being rosie (she bites you fr), uhhhhhhhh the usual??? I still don't know how to do content warnings, gender neutral reader because I didn't specify anything, good luck reading my handwriting (every day it becomes less readable and becomes more like a doctor's. I am transforming. I am becoming the doctor.)

Guys if I don't buy the skulls on a string I'm going to die. I need to buy it.

One may be surprised to find that in my opinion she doesn't hold any regards to who is "topping" or not- little of that matters to her. What really matters is how close you both are- she is all about the intimacy when it comes to this. Talkative all the way through, she will be affectionate with the sweetest words she can offer you. She uh... really doesn't make much of an effort to be understood by you if you are unfamiliar with the 'slang' she tends to use- you can ask about it later, after she is done with you.

Another thing she does, something much more predictable: is that she tends to bite you. There are no intentions of hurting you when she leans into your body and digs her teeth into your skin, it goes without saying that you will of course bleed, and, afterwards she earnestly and truthfully showers you in apologies for harming you! it's just.. your taste is truly intoxicating to her- you need to understand! She has said it herself in the unfiltered delirious state you both get to: she'd most definetly eat you, you tasting so perfect the way you do- if she wouldn't miss you so much if she did. Your company brightens her days, makes every little moment worth it, she wouldn't be capable of existing in a world without you now; sometimes she wonders how she made it so far without you to begin with.

Any compliments you may give her are met with shy looks to the side and comments for you to "oh stop it- you're much too sweet..", being truly invitations to get you to do it further.

Stupid little edit I made of her with the creative liberties I took :-]

@bigfatbimbo as usual

Somehow despite typing with numbers between my words to shorten everything I still manage to not sound completly unhinged and like a severely brainrot infected individual

Moral of the story is: delete tiktok

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie x reader #hazbin hotel rosie x reader #uhhhhhhh hh h h h h ... .. . . yeah🫡 that's all the tags????#🎀 anon＼(^^)／

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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Jai x Harsha - Afternoon Delight

Feels like it has been too long once again since I posted something. I had three stories that are like 80% done and this is the one I got across the finish line. I am not sure how much sense this will make, but it is a follow-up to "My Best Friend and My Brother" story, in the sense that it takes place in the same universe. Other than that, it is just a fun little scene that was tumbling around in my head.

Hope you like it!

Also, this is not my usual family-friendly story, I'd say it has a PG-14 rating just to be safe. Sex is alluded to pretty strongly, but nothing is graphically shown.

(Apologies for any typos/grammatical errors, this is not beta-read)

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"Jai!" Harsha shouted as he banged open the door to Jai's office.

Jai merely raised an eyebrow at the sight of the younger man who was bouncing on his toes. From his side, he could feel the disapproving glare Kaakha shot him. And the utter bafflement of Shobhu and his cronies.

He held up a hand to Harsha when he opened his mouth, turning to his prospective business partners. "Those are the terms of m-my deal. Go discuss them wi-with your boss and get back to me."

The trio glanced nervously at each other before nodding and getting up. They didn't exactly flee the room but...

"What did you tell them that has them shaking like a leaf?" Harsha wondered aloud.

Kaakha cleared his throat, crossing his arms across his chest.

Harsha threw him a shit-eating grin.

"Afternoon, Kaakha garu!" Harsha said. "This is for you!"

Kaakha's frown deepened as he stared at the bag like a snake was going to rise up and bite him.

Harsha shook it once. "Relax, it's just bhajji."

"Bhajji." Kaakha parroted flatly.

Harsha winked at him, and Jai felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips. He knew Kaakha was glad for the other man, and how much he had helped Jai settle into a new persona. He also knew that between the unyielding optimism, deliberate pranks, and sheer stubbornness,

Harsha represented the three worst qualities from all three brothers, making him the biggest headache in some cases.

"Yeah," Harsha shrugged. "Lava had said something about you two having a big business meeting, so I figured you may not have time to eat."

Kaakha was still squinting suspiciously at Harsha as he finally grabbed the offered paper bag. He peered inside, and nodded when he confirmed Harsha's description as true.

Harsha was still grinning, and Jai wondered if his cheeks wouldn't hurt.

"Great. Babai is heating up the rest of them in the kitchen if you want to eat with Lava and Kusa."

Kaakha's glare turned dark. "And if I don't?"

Harsha shrugged. "Then you'll get an eyeful."

Kaakha's expression immediately morphed into a queasy one as he fled.

Harsha whistled as he locked the door, resting with his back to it, arms trapped in between. He looked good enough to eat, with his zipper sweater fully unzipped, showing just a white tank top, and a pair of shorts that barely reached his knees.

Jai raised his eyebrow. "What? N-no bhajji for me?"

Harsha's smile was positively lecherous. "Oh I was thinking of giving you something besides food."

Jai smirked, pushing away from the desk but staying seated. "And what would that be?"

Harsha walked towards him with his customary sway, knowing Jai couldn't take his eyes off him. Easy as can be, Harsha swung a leg over Jai's thighs, and placed both hands on his shoulders. Pulling up the other leg, Harsha straddled Jai. “Some afternoon delight.”

As tempted as Jai was to pull him closer, he forced himself to keep his hands on the arms of the chair instead.

"Comfortable?" He asked, looking up at those lovely brown eyes.

Those eyes now flashed at the challenge, and Harsha wiggled some more before settling down again, this time close enough for their crotches to brush.

One of Jai's hands spasmed.

"I am now."

Jai raised a hand to brush back a loose strand of hair, tucking it behind his lover's ear. "How did th-the meeting go?"

Harsha shrugged. "Boring. I don't want to talk about that."

"What do you want to t-t-talk about then?"

Harsha hummed, running fingers through Jai's hair, and occasionally scraping his skull. It sent tingles of pleasure down his spine. He caved and loosely encircled Harsha's waist. Because his eyes were closed, he missed the flash of victory in them.

Harsha leaned down where he was hunched over Jai to press a kiss to each closed eyelid. He moved back just enough for Jai to see his whole face.

Fingers wove into Harsha's hair, and grasped his hair tie, removing it with ease. The dark curtain of his hair created the illusion of the entire world fading away.

"I'd rather not talk at all." Harsha said, voice an octave deeper than before, and pupils noticeably dilated. To emphasize, he rolled his hips forward once, brushing at where Jai was becoming hard.

Jai quickly grabbed his hips, tight enough to leave bruises. Harsha's pupils dilated further, mouth parting.

"Not in my office."

"Jai, I am entirely certain we will not make it to your bed. It's been 15 long days. So you choose, either here or the hallways, and one will most likely guarantee ... unfortunate spectators."

Jai pinched at his side, making him hiss. "As if that would stop you, exhibitionist minx."

Harsha's smile was devilish, especially as he ducked to bite at Jai's earlobe.

Growling in exasperation, Jai shifted his hands past Harsha's ass to cup his bare thighs, skin hot to the touch, and lifted him. Harsha shouted in surprise as he scrambled to cross his legs around Jai's hips.

"Jai!"

Jai smirked at him. "You were the impatient one."

“If you drop me…” Harsha threatened, yelping when Jai’s grip slipped.

Jai quickly tugged him back up, one hand firm on Harsha’s ass. “Whoops.”

“Bastard.” Harsha mumbled into Jai’s neck, pouting as Jai chuckled smugly.

Jai walked them to the sofa in the back of the room, dropping him onto the cushions.

Harsha grunted as he shifted to get comfortable, spreading his legs to allow Jai to settle between them. Jai let one hand rest dangerous high up Harsha’s inner thigh.

Harsha wrapped one hand around the back of Jai's neck as another trailed down Jai's chest till it came to rest on his pants. He pulled at the fabric, thumb brushing the button.

Jai flicked at his hand.

Harsha pouted. "Hey!"

Jai covered him, leaning to suck a bruise behind Harsha's ear.

Harsha's grip tightened. "Jai..."

Only to yelp when Jai suddenly bit his neck.

"Ow." Harsha complained as he brought his free hand to rub at the spot. "What was that for?"

"Bursting into my meeting like that. Don't do that again."

Now it was Harsha who smirked. "You know that is a terrible way to dissuade me..."

Jai slapped his ass once, making Harsha jump. "Keep it up and you'll be spending the night putting up with Kusa's snoring."

Harsha sighed. "Fine..."

Jai raised an eyebrow.

"I promise." Harsha insisted, even crossing his fingers across his heart.

Jai grunted and leaned down to kiss him properly. He also heaved one of Harsha’s legs over his hip, putting more of his weight into pinning the man below him.

One kiss turned to two to more heat and passion. Soon enough clothes fell apart as the temperature of the room rose, filled with soft grunts and whines. Arms and hands entwined tightly, and the wood of the sofa creaked.

As they pressed closer, rubbing they ran hands across each other's backs, arms, sides, face, and hair. Banter was exchanged was one worded pleas and drawn out repetitions of each other names.

The separation of the past two weeks was resolved by trying to burrow into each other, culminating in a climax that had them clinging so tight to each other, even air couldn't get between them.

When they were done and catching their breath, it was Jai who was laying on the sofa, with Harsha sprawled on top of him.

Jai raised a hand to place on Harsha's head, scratching lightly at his scalp. In return, Harsha was weaving his fingers through Jai's chest hair, ear pressed over Jai's chest to hear his heartbeat.

"It's been too quiet here without you." Jai murmured finally.

Harsha snorted. "With Kusa still here? I doubt it."

"He needs to be collared."

Harsha rolled his head to look at him. "Didn't know you were into that Bangaram..."

"You're incorrigible." Jai said flatly.

Harsha chuckled, resting his head again.

"Kaakha garu can handle him."

"Between the t-two of you, I don't know who will give him more white hair."

"As if you never give him cause to worry."

Jai was quiet. Harsha knew exactly who he was getting into bed with.

Even if Jai had cleaned up his business and was trying to change his ways, years spent as a gang boss led to enemies who wouldn't disappear just because he had a change of heart.

Harsha squeezed Jai with the leg thrown over his lap. "Hey."

Jai grunted, adjusting the arm around Harsha's waist. "There is still much to do."

"You'll figure it out. And I'll be here."

Jai couldn't find the words, so he squeezed Harsha's waist.

"Did you really not get me any bhajji?"

Harsha's shoulders shook with laughter. "No."

Harsha pushed himself up to caress the side of Jai's face before tapping his nose. Jai got cross eyed, throwing Harsha a mildly annoyed look. "I got you your favourite onion pakoda instead. Lava said he'd prepare the chutney for it, but it would take 30 minutes."

Jai stared at him.

"Should be done by now!" Harsha said, slapping at Jai's pec before hopping up and bending to grab his clothes.

Harsha was slipping on his sweater by the time Jai got back with the program. He reached out to swat at Harsha, who dodged him with a laugh. "Better hurry Jai, I'm feeling very hungry after what we just did, and can't promise left overs."

He threw Jai's clothes at him before skipping away in the direction of the kitchen.

Jai stared at the office door swinging closed, a fast becoming familiar feeling of ...delight spreading through him.

If Harsha thought he could get away with eating Jai's food, he was about to be proven very wrong.

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Notes:

Bhajji - A bhaji is a type of fritter originating from the Indian subcontinent. It is made from spicy hot vegetables, commonly onion or chilli, and has several variants.

Onion Pakoda - A deep fried Indian snack of crispy and tasty onion fritters made with gram flour (besan), spices and herbs.

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Silent song chap 1

Summary: Showing off for Wanda, Sam still trying to figure you out. Tony suggests a party and Bucky shuts him down

Word count: 1.6K

A/N: I am so sorry it took this long, I posted the last one, started writing and immediately caught dear old Rhona. She hit me like an absolute bitch and she's still somehow throwing punches even after she's gone.

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I spent the first two days reading every file I had access to, every news article or blog that seemed informative, and every interview the avengers had done, I needed to know everything. I’ll admit I was nervous to meet these people. Me being one of them? That was never gonna happen. Fury wanted me to be a part of this team but from what I've seen so far, nobody else did. I mean come on, they were a group of trained and enhanced individuals that did everything together, they weren't just gonna open their arms to some random person dropped on their doorstep.

I drop the book I’m struggling to read when my stomach growls loudly. I glance over at the clock on my table, it reads three in the morning. At least I can sneak to the kitchen without seeing anybody else wandering around. At least, that's what I thought.

I freeze in the doorway of the kitchen when I see a silhouette in the light from the open fridge. The broad shoulders, tussled brown hair, and shiny metal arm tells me it's Bucky. I roll my eyes as I try to sneak past him to a nearby cabinet. My single interaction with the man wasn't great, and I didn't feel like doing it again. I cringe when a floorboard creaks under my steps. Why did a multi-million dollar building have a creaky floor? When he doesn't turn around, I'm in the clear. I snatch a silver packet from the cabinet and begin my not-so-sneaky escape.

“You don’t want to take those.” I look over my shoulder to see Bucky leaning against the sink, arms crossed as he watches me. I glance down at the pop-tarts in my hand and then back at him.

“I'm hungry. It’s food. Why wouldn't I want a pop-tart? Are they yours?” I sigh as I shove them back into the cabinet. Guess I'll find something else.

“No. They're Thor’s. He gets pretty upset when somebody else takes them. Here.” He turns briefly to grab something from a bowl and tosses it at me. I barely manage to catch it before it hits me in the chest. I look down at the small purple fruit in my hand. Did he just throw me a plum?

“I haven't had one of these in years. Thanks!” I smile as I lift myself to sit on the counter before I bite into the fruit. “Thor is the lightning guy, right? That's not even that cool.” I scoff and roll my eyes as I ramble, something I, unfortunately, do often when I’m tired. “I mean anybody can mess around with the weather, it's not all that hard. I learned to do that at like ten years old.” I finished the fruit as I stared at Bucky. “Why does he get upset about a fake pastry? They're not even that good.”

I smile as I hear a small chuckle come from his side of the kitchen before he shakes his head. “Sometimes he acts like a child, I'm not sure why. It’s best to avoid him when he starts acting up.” I could see Bucky eye me up and down in the moonlight. “Why are you up so late?”

I shrug. “I can never sleep in a new place. You'd think I’d get used to it since I never had a home but-” I feel the color drain from my face as I realize what I said. Damn me and my stupid rambling. “I just couldn't sleep. What about you? You're up too.” I stare at the ground as I slide off the counter and move to toss the plum pit in the trash.

He ignored my question. “There's a gym if you ever wanna work out, that's pretty exhausting. If you get hungry again, Wanda usually makes breakfast around 8, sometimes dinner too.” I was about to thank him but he shrugged it off and headed down the hall, likely back to bed. What an odd man. Why was he a jerk the other day but so kind now? Had he just been having an off day when we met? Maybe. For now, I was off to bed. In the daylight, I’d have to check out that gym.

I rub my eyes and roll over, pulling the blanket over my head with a groan. It's too early in the morning and the sun is too bright.

I hear a knock on the door and I groan before dragging myself out of bed and over to the door. I try to pat my hair down before I open the door, to see the most cheerful woman I've ever seen. I don't recognize her, she has red hair but not the same one from the other day.

"My name is Wanda." She extended her hand and I shook it. After she let my hand go she grinned. "Bucky told me you might be joining us for breakfast and I just wanted to make sure you knew where to go. It's wonderful to meet you by the way."

A weary smile crossed my face and I nodded. "Yeah I found the kitchen last night, thank you. I can get dressed real fast if you wanna walk together?" I left the door open as I grabbed some clothes from my dresser, then changed into them in the bathroom.

When I came back out, Wanda was sitting on the edge of my bed looking around the room. "You don't seem to have a lot of stuff. Is it just coming later or…?"

"Nope. I uh… I grew up kind of on the run so it was better not to have a lot of stuff. I don't keep a lot of things that can't be replaced." I shrugged and moved closer to the door. I wasn't sure why I was telling her this but I felt almost at peace with her. "So breakfast?"

We began the long walk to the kitchen in mostly silence until my curiosity couldn't be held back any longer. "I'm sorry if this is rude, but what do you do? It's just Sam mentioned there's a whole bunch of different kinds of people in the Avengers and I'm just trying to fit names to titles and stuff."

She giggles and held up her hand, fingertips glowing red. "It's no problem, I’m curious about you too. I'm the Scarlett Witch. Can you do magic or something?"

"Uh… kinda?" I walked over to the glass wall of the hallway. I narrowed my eyes and focused on the sky. Quickly dark clouds rolled in, cracking thunder sounded and then rain poured down in heavy droplets. "I can do that. Does that count as magic?"

"That's awesome! You're just like Thor!" She grinned and stared at the storm out the window.

"Eh. Isn't he a god? I'm nowhere near as powerful. He would totally beat me if we had to battle each other.” Maybe it was a mistake to show her that. It would probably raise even more questions about what I am.

As soon as we entered the kitchen Sam spoke up. “Did yall see that storm that just appeared? Wanda points at me and Sam's eyes widen. ‘Did you do that? That's awesome!” he immediately pulls a miniature notebook from his pocket and scribbles something down.

"uh… Whatcha doing? What's with the notepad?" I slid onto the stool next to Sam at the kitchen island. I tried to peek at what he was writing but he leaned away from me.

"I told you I'm gonna figure out what you are, so I'm writing down all the clues and things I learn about you."

I was surprised he was still on that and even more surprised he was this dedicated to the cause. Before I could comment on it, Tony breezed into the room with a grin on his face. I had a bad feeling about this.

"We're having a party!" Tony announced with a mischievous glint in his eyes while everybody else in the room groaned.

With Sam and Wanda bickering with Tony, I was left with my thoughts. According to the media, the parties that happened in this tower were legendary. There were always A-list celebrities, entertainment, drinks, and generally a good time had by all. The thing that made me chew on my lip was the usual crowd of paparazzi that showed up, even uninvited.

I was terrified of the world seeing me, even more so of people who were looking for me. I sat stone still, panicking for minutes until Bucky’s loud voice broke me out of my daze. “Tony she's been here less than a week, and you wanna throw her a party? Shouldn't we wait to celebrate her until she does something… I don't know, worth celebrating? We haven't seen her do anything, she could be horrible.” Part of me was grateful he was offering a way to stall this party idea. The other part of me was a little upset he doubted my skills.

“Would Fury have forced me to join this team if I was horrible?” I frowned and crossed my arms as I glared at him. Only pulling my gaze away when Tony sighed loudly.

“Fine Tin man. We’ll send her on the next mission and wait to have a party until after that.” There was a pause before a wide Cheshire smile appeared on Tony’s face. “Since you came up with this fantastic idea, you get to be the one that goes with her.”

After Bucky and Tony began arguing loudly, with Sam trying to mediate, I snuck out of my chair and down the hallway in search of the quiet I expected to be waiting for me in the gym.

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godstrain · 1 year

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Rex’s Gardening Service here.

Loamy Soil:

Your passions outside of role play seep through in your writing; you bring an intellectual edge to your words, and it’s very satisfying to see. You’re also a very sweet person, and I hope you get to know you better.

Sunlight:

I’m just so impressed with your portrayal of Albert Wesker. This is a character I’ve loved for well over a decade, and yet I find myself loving him more and more through your muse. You don’t pull any punches, but you also don’t— hesitate to get down and dirty with his trauma and his struggles. Don’t ever change.

Drizzle from the watering can:

Tell us a self-indulgent headcanon that you have about your muse.

th,,, h

holy shit rex im going to fuckn cry???? what the fuck this is so sweet of you!!!!

but im going to get super real here.

honestly, when i first jumped into the RE rabbit hole, i was worried that i wouldn't be able to do wesker justice- and you know my track record of muses well enough from seeing me in the pokemon fandom lmao- and it's not like i haven't written characters that are sorta wesker-adjacent before, because i have, and still there was this lingering doubt which i will guess is due to the fact i had also never really been in a horror franchise because i had so much that i was afraid of. fear, i have found, really does hold people back, and i basically had to supreme exposure therapy myself and even then i was having a time.

that was ... may 5th, 2023. the day i decided to bite the bullet and make wesker a blog and write a character from a franchise i literally knew NOTHING about. and that's not often my style. i am a perfectionist at heart- proud and rather critical of my work, wanting to always put out my best and show that i know exactly what the hell i'm talking about. i'm a researcher and scholar just as much as i am an artist and writer- i accept nothing but 100%, and in the past, i would spend countless hours doing research before writing a goddamn thing, i'd comb through my rp partner's blogs for metas so i could make something unique for their portrayal (and that is something i still do and will always do), and then when everything was in place, i'd post a goddamn reply. i usually read at least 5 scholarly articles about a topic that i want to tie into a muse before writing a meta. i put my professional resources to use to bring life to my fiction.

but with wesker, i just went headfirst in. i didn't master the lore. i skimmed a wiki page and watched a few clips from various iterations of his character. i took a look at his tag on tumblr and twitter (and promptly was like mkay can't handle this right now). i read the wiki page a little more closely, and then i took the leap of faith, hoping that all the things i had learned from past characters and all the knowledge i had accumulated and all the experiences i've had working in the inpatient psych unit would be enough. i am not the type to leave anything unattended. this was wildly unlike me.

and i am so glad i did this, and more than that i am so, so honored that you have found more things to love about wesker through my portrayal. the portrayal that didn't get the same perfectionist treatment before it even saw the light of day. wesker, whose lore i have explored rather extensively in the ... what uh. 3 months i have been writing him- there's so much i still have to learn, and so much i want to explore. i see art as it should be: a mirror of life and society. the truth is, albert wesker could be anyone. that pain and suffering and horrible upbringing is a thing that happens. he's so painfully alive in that way. it's hard to look at the truth like that, but i also sure hate ignorance, in myself and in others. we cannot learn if we do not see. so i don't hold my punches, and i don't hide the aspects of him that i know sometimes would be cut out. there's so much i have learned from writing wesker- about how i write, what i expect of myself, and how i can better myself in so many ways, and i never expected to learn through this.

so thank you. thank you so much for this, it means more than i could possibly put into words.

on the note of self-indulgent meta analysis, i want you to know that i picked "wilde" for wesker's original surname because of my love for oscar wilde. it's a common theme in my metas where i will throw in something as a treat for myself like that. i picked cambridge, ma, for his birthplace because i live nearby, and there's something about having a character you love "nearby" that is??? sorta serotonin inducing. you know, in the style of tolkien's desire of dragons- "I desired dragons with a profound desire. Of course, I in my timid body did not wish to have them in the neighborhood. But the world that contained even the imagination of Fáfnir was richer and more beautiful, at whatever the cost of peril." and for me, i guess it's something like that. i keep the things i find the most interesting close in some form, yeah?

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bumpycap · 1 year

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thinking about my old best friend

like every time I think about her I gotta think more on it, I'm pretty sure her and her two siblings all had crushes on me at some point

gonna describe these suspicions and stuff here, might be a long one(code words as usual)

I remember some drama happening, and after it I think me and Wallaby were sitting out in a field next to eachother. It was summer and over in a visible parking lot there were a group of pretty girls in like tank tops and stuff. Wallaby pointed them out blatently, she said "Those girls are hot, right?" I think she glanced between me and the girls as well?

Me being me, I... said something along the lines of "Yeah? I guess?? It's literally summer???"

I was later told by by ex best friend that Wallaby definitely initially had a crush on me. Wallaby was probably gauging on if I was into girls or not.

Ex best friend's explanation made a whole lot more sense, as when Wallaby left the state, she hugged me as if I would disappear at any moment, looked me in the eyes, and said "I will come back for you."

Wallaby was probably a fumble on my part now that I'm typing this out.

Ocelot(...Clouded Leopard? I don't know, couldn't find an animal that felt right.), he was brief because he was years older. He didn't know my age at the time of suspected crushing(although we were both minors at the time, dw). He hugged me a lot, excited tight hugs like how I think a puppy would. The event happened before he transitioned(it wouldn't have happened otherwise, as he would have been placed in the guys room.)

But the hint event was... I had a thing at the time when if I didn't want to respond, I just stood like a statue, not moving, not blinking. I did this enough times that Ex best friend and Ocelot got used to it, but was irritated. I froze for one of the last times, and he threatened to kiss me if I didn't move. I thought it was a joke, an empty threat, so I let him get closer, closer, closer. It wasn't a joke. Just before he would have ended up kissing me, I panicked and slapped him as hard as I could across the face. :)

It was honestly so funny at the time lol.

Anyways I feel quite bad for him and Wallaby, for reasons I won't say.

Okay onto the ex best friend, Bunny.

First bit of friendship was great, then we got to being best friends. Talked about most everything, being competitive with eachother, gushed about our hyperfixation at the time(Undertale, she had a hyperfixation and got over it, mine turned into special interest territory.)

We got more comfy with eachother, bad jokes, me always teasing her about being short and calling her Rabbit or Bunny. She bit and kicked me a lot during and after comfy stage. Her bites hurt, and she wore steel toed boots so ofc that hurt like hell as well.

Then I got to her like sharing the same bed with me no questions, sharing lunch with her, etc. (At the beginning of this, she was great, but then got progressively worse with hygiene and stuff.) Then she came out to me as bi, albeit I think nervously? Anyways.

She started clinging to me when scared, getting nervous and flustered when I tried changing in the same area as her, we held hands as we fell asleep once.

I called her Bunny a lot of the time, and she called me her Knight (In Shining Armor not always included).

Anyways middle of the friendship she started getting stinkier and political, at one point she convinced me COVID shots 'changed your DNA so that if you die they can't recognize the DNA'(I was gullible and trusted her.) I found out she basically only willingly took showers if she was like muddy or got something on her, which explained her smell.

Anyways, only pieced all this together recently after so long of not really communicating with them anymore.

All of them have small animal names because they were so short :>

Sorry for the long post, you don't have to read :D

I just wanted to post what I'm now seeing is how oblivious I am.

#friend #crush #lmao #fyp #oblivious #haha #aaaaaaa

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matryosika · 3 years

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through the blinds

pairing — hyunjin x reader

genre — smut 18+

word count — 5.6 k

warnings — dom!hyunjin, sort of perv!hyunjin, slight blackmailing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, use of toys, slight humiliation, oral (m.), unprotected sex, creampie

notes — it's 4 a.m. and this took so long for me to write it, i don't know why. if there are any grammar mistakes i will fix them as soon as possible! please keep in mind that english is not my first language.

hyunjin always struck you as a hypocrite.

it didn't matter how attractive he was or how many times you found yourself thinking about him maybe a little bit too much, you never trusted his personality to be truthfully real.

"there must be something going on with him," you told eunji, the other human resources intern at the legal department, "i am not buying his whole act".

"you know, not everyone is obligated to like you" she teased, drinking from her ice coffeed while both pair of eyes fixed on the small spaces between the blinds on hyunjin's office, "some people... you just don't vibe with them".

"it doesn't make any sense though," you complained, biting your snack, "he has treated me that way ever since i got here. i mean, i would've understood if i did something to piss him off or something, but that never happened".

"maybe he is just trying to remain professional," eunji explained, "see, the man is smart. he wouldn't be too fond of his boss finding about him hanging out with his precious daughter."

"still-" you mumbled, stopping mid sentence to drink from your cup, "he could be nice to me but all he does is avoid any kind of interaction between the both of us. not even a hello, good morning y/n or a hey, y/n, you are doing a great job!".

"hey, y/n, you are doing a great job" eunji praised with the same intonation you did, earning a soft laugh out of you.

"anyways-," you sighed, standing up from the couch on her office and walking towards the glass door, "whatever it is he has against me, that does not take away his attractiveness".

she gave you a teasing smile and you gave her one back, walking along the floor's hallway back into your office. much to your surprise, you found a pile of beige folders on top of your desk that you didn't recall putting there.

a yellow post-it was glued to the first one, and it read "i need you to fill these vacancy reports for tonight".

you rolled your eyes back, knowing who the author of the note was. it was almost childish, knowing how hyunjin would do anything to avoid you 75% of the time. the other 25 percent, he would act distant and cold as if you were the most despicable woman on earth and you couldn't really understand why.

you sat down on your office chair, acknowledging the amount of work you had to get done that day, and you resigned yourself to spending your friday afternoon at the office until late.

[dad, 20:13 p.m.]

i'm going back to the house, do you need a ride?

you sighed in frustration, realizing the amount of work you still had left. to be bluntly honest, this time hyunjin exceeded the workload he assigned you but, when you tried to look for him, he was nowhere to be found around the company.

[y/n, 20:14 p.m.]

wait for me.

fuck him, you thought to yourself while organizing all the paper sheets on their respective folders and picking up your bag from the floor. you had never failed him once so it was only fair for you to be able to back down on work tonight.

you hadn't realized how late it was until you stood a foot outside your office, looking at the dark and empty floor you were now standing. usually, the rest of the interns would leave the building at around 5 p.m. while the rest of the people stayed there up until 7. however, this being a friday night, it made a lot of sense that the building was completely empty by then.

you closed the glass door behind you and walked through the eerie hallway holding the beige folders against your chest, the overwhelming sensation of witnessing a bustling environment completely dead distracting you from the fact that you weren't precisely alone.

a very dim light escaping through the blinds of hyunjin's office made you snap out of your trail of thoughts. was he there? did he leave them on by accident?

there was not much you could see through the small spaces between the curtains and, even though you would normally knock beforehand, the door was slightly opened.

"i am sure he left them on by accident" you thought to yourself, one of your palms slightly pushing the black, cold door.

you soon found yourself feeling nervous at the realization of even walking inside his office, specially when he wasn't there in the first place, but the curiosity was bigger than any other negative feeling you might've had right then and there.

holding your breath and trying to move as smooth as possible, your whole body leaned into the cold room as you took enough courage to walk inside it, turn off the lights and get out of it as if nothing had happened.

however, a sudden sound made you stop in your tracks.

"fuck" a soft groan escaped his lips, your heart beating at a thousand miles per hour while you felt some sort of nervewrecking tension along your whole body.

the following sounds you could recognize them well. soft noises of skin hitting skin followed by a series of curses under his breath made you squeeze your thighs together, leaving absolutely everything to your wild imagination that was already fucked out in both confusion and excitement.

you wanted to witness the scene, but you didn't know how far you could walk into the small hallway of his office before being spotted by him so, as much as your perverted mind wanted to fulfill its dirty fantasies, you stood there in silence, waiting for your whole body to react.

nonetheless, as you waited, it was another word falling from his lips that made you stand completely still on your place.

"y/n" his silky voice grunted over and over again, your name being almost inaudible but, due to the rush of adrenaline, all of your senses were completely enhanced.

only then, your inhibitions and moral codes were completely swept under the rug, the curiosity winning by far this battle. you walked towards the end of the small hallway, expecting to see him sitting down with both of his legs spreaded and his cock out.

but, much to your surprise, he didn't even caught you looking. his whole figure was facing towards the bookshelf behind his office chair and not to the door, earning you a decent amount of time for you to keep on watching his little scene.

your eyes focused on the frantic movements of his right hand, stroking himself at a rather fast pace while his head fell back every once in a while, his dark, short hair moving smothly each time his head did the same thing. due to the position he was in, there was not much you could see other than his back and arms, but it was more than enough to get you completely riled up.

"fuck" another whimper escaped his lips only, this time, it felt 10 times louder, just as if he wanted to be heard. his head fell down, burying itself on something he had been holding against his chest with his left hand.

something you thought had lost last week, after a meeting.

he was hugging your beige cardigan tightly against him, his nose buried deep in your scent while he inhaled it over and over again. the movements of his right arm were starting to get messier and faster, the lewd noises escaping out of his beautiful lips were coming out more frequently and the way his shoulders moved up and down at a frantic pace only indicated that he was close.

so close to cumming thinking about you.

so close to that sweet relief of the tension he struggled with daily by knowing he couldn't have you.

so close, yet drifted away far from it as soon as the buzzing sound of a cellphone caught him off guard.

a sound that didn't belong to his cellphone nor his office phone. a sound he recognized well, because he had imprinted it in his mind every time he walked by your office.

"how long have you been standing there?" his raspy voice queried, not turning around to face you but not moving a single inch of his body either.

the upbeat ringtone of your phone continued on playing while you swallowed hard, thinking about running away and leaving hyunjin behind.

but a part of you was not down to do so. a part of you was begging for you to move forward with the situation, seeing how far he was willing to go just to have you all for himself.

"i asked you a question" the coldness in his tone made you squirm in your place, "at least be decent enough to answer it".

"what do you know about decency," you scoffed, hanging up on the person calling and putting your cellphone inside of your bag, "when you have that going on."

you couldn't catch a glimpse of his facial features but, by the small noise his breathing made, you could only assume he was smirking at you.

"you have to be kidding me," you ranted, still not being able to move from the place you had been occupying the last 5 minutes, "jerking to the thought of me when you can't even speak to me at work".

"how long have you been standing there?" he queried once again, determined to get an answer from you.

"a while" you limited to inform, your eyes glued to every movement he made, from leaving your cardigan near the bookshelf to fixing his clothes, "i heard you calling my name, if that's what you are curious about".

hyunjin's head fell sligthly down to his chest, letting out a sigh of despair and frustration.

"why don't we make a deal?" he requested, turning around to face you for the very first time that night.

his cheeks were slightly blushed, strands of his dark hair were coated in sweat and his lips were a bit swollen. that sight alone was everything you needed to make up your mind about what you truly wanted.

"what kind of deal?" you questioned him.

"less work in exchange of you being quiet about this" he proposed, leaning on his desk while both of his pale hands gripped the edge of it.

"i have a better one" you teased, slightly tilting your head, "you give me what i want and i'll keep quiet about this".

hyunjin's gaze landed on you, the mixture between curiosity and hostility imprinted on his facial features while he pondered his next move.

"what is it that you want?" he queried again.

"you" you bluntly answered, earning a soft scoff from him.

"there's a reason behind me jerking off to the thought of you but not being able to do anything about it" he spoke, the corner of his lips rising in a mocking smile, "i am sure you are smart enough to connect the dots".

"that's why i want you" you pouted, giving him a spoiled smirk, "isn't that more fun?"

"i am not putting my job at risk for you" he shook his head.

"you are putting it at risk anyways" you explained to him, relaxing your figure, "if you don't give me what i want, i'll tell everyone about your little act".

"i am not playing one of your games, y/n" he harshly added, his body tensing up as he realized how deep into the problem he was.

"if you refuse to play, you lose by default".

"it took me a lot of effort to get where i am" he continued on ranting, his words saying one thing but his gaze and painfully hardened bulge between his legs telling another story.

"you should've thought about it before jerking off in your office thinking about your bosses daughter" you insisted, a devilish grin plastered in your face as soon as you realized he was completely cornered and at your mercy.

he stood there in silence for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on you while his tongue poked out slightly from his right cheek.

"this is hilarious" you continued on ranting as his silence extended, "how many times have you masturbated while smelling my cardigan? 10 times? 20 times?"

you knew what you were doing.

"you carry yourself with such pride around here and i'm only finding out that you are nothing but a pathetic coward," by the way hyunjin's fists clenched and his jaw tensed, along with the built-up frustration of being caught, you knew he was on the brink of snapping, "i am just giving you the opportunity to fulfill your perversions and yet you can't take it because you don't have the balls to do so".

hyunjin stormed from his place and walked towards you, cornering you between his body and the wall behind you.

"you don't get to set the rules" he hissed, tilting his head while his eyes scanned the fear in your facial features, "if that's what you want, then we are going to do it my way".

a faint, victorious smile appeared on your lips. "it wasn't that hard to give yourself in, was it?" you softly cooed, your breathing accelerated as you felt his body against yours.

"by the time i am done with you," hyunjin groaned, the tip of his digits grazing along your naked arms without actually touching you fully, "you are going to regret ever making that deal".

"you are acting so bold for someone that can't even speak to me in public" you weakly teased him, feeling the tension on your core as soon as you felt hyunjin's knee parting your legs.

he only limited himself to scoff at your comment, without contradicting or agreeing with your statement.

"we have a congress tomorrow at the conrad hotel, don't we?" he spoke, his eyes fixed on your lips. he leaned on to kiss you, but only allowed himself to brush your lips against yours without actually devouring them, "i hope it goes well for you, y/n".

you stormed into the office looking for a few papers before driving to the conrad, spotting a black box decorated with a red ribbon on top of your desk that caught your whole attention.

"what is this?" you whispered to yourself, grabbing the folder you needed along with the yellow post it on top of the box.

"make sure to wear this for the event and stay close to me" were the words written on the piece of paper, immediately recognizing who the author was.

you opened it as fast as you could, not expecting what to find inside of it.

and let's just say, you were extremely surprised.

a smile escaped through your lips while you kept the box inside of your bag, carrying the folder you needed and walking as fast as you could to your father's car.

"you got the paperwork you needed?" he questioned, his severe gaze confused at your flustered self.

"mhm" you hummed, holding your bag tightly against your body while your mind began to review all the possible scenarios behind hyunjin's gift to you.

the rest of the trip was spent in silence, your father rehearsing his opening speech while you thought about hyunjin.

as soon as you got to the lobby of the hotel, and before walking into the conference hall, you ran into the nearest restroom to fulfill hyunjin's request.

you pulled your panties up, adjusting the toy inside you, and pulled your tight dress down, making sure that everything stayed right in its place as you walked away from the bathroom stall.

the conference room was already too crowded and your eyes toured around it looking for the tall, short-haired man you were supposed to meet with.

[18:57 p.m., hyunjin]

fourth row.

you accelerated your steps to meet with him, sitting with both of his legs spreaded and his body slightly leaned on to the front. only then, when you saw him looking back at you, you felt nervous for the first time that evening.

all the seats were already occupied except for the one next to his right and seeing just how crowded the place was only made you feel vulnerable.

"your father it's about to start the conference" hyunjin's silky voice mumbled, your eyes traveling all the way to his right arm recalling the incidents of the night before, "you might want to pay attention".

you licked your lips in agitation, feeling your warm walls clenching around the toy inside you every time hyunjin's body moved even the slightest bit next to you.

the first few minutes of the event passed by quickly, your father welcoming the people who attended it and inviting him to stick around the set of conferences that were going to be held at the lobby hotel for the next three days.

however, hell unleashed as time progressed.

a buzzing movement was felt inside your cunt, your hips involuntarily moving at the sudden sensation. you turned to face hyunjin with a sneaky movement, your eyes darting over to his cellphone.

but he remained still. both eyes paying attention at the front without even looking at you, his fingers sliding against the screen while controling the toy inside you.

"god" you sighed, trying to maintain your composure while you glanced over to your right side to make sure the man sitting next to you wasn't suspecting anything.

you tried to close your legs, but that only intensified the sensations of the vibrator inside your cunt. your leg started fidgeting against the floor as hyunjin increased the velocity of the vibrations, eyeing you every once in a while just to make sure you weren't making a fool of yourself.

"is that too much?" he softly cooed, only leaning to the side.

you shook your head softly, biting your lower lip while you tried to keep your half-lidded eyes fully opened. he returned back to his initial position, gaze fixed at the front while his knee grazed against yours.

only this time, he increased the vibrations of the toy at a much faster rythm than before, making your whole body squirm unexpectedly on your seat.

"fuck, i'm sorry" you awkwardly mumbled to the man sitting next to you after moving so roughly. both of your hands grasped to the purse sitting on your lap, your vision clouded with the arousal and embarrassment of doing such filthy acts in public.

nonetheless, hyunjin was enjoying the sight. his proud smirk grew bigger every time your hand landed on his thigh, slightly pinching him due to the overwhelming sensations you were starting to feel.

"do you want me to keep on going?" he whispered into your ear, his warm breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine, "or have i already proved to you that i am far from being a coward?"

your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his silky voice, closing them shut to prevent anyone from seeing the grimaces of pleasure imprinted on your face.

"i am so close" you whimpered into hyunjin's ear, no longer caring if someone discovered the filthy show you were putting on right there with him.

hyunjin's digit slided against his phone screen once again, providing you with even more sensations on your throbbing cunt. you squeezed your thighs instinctively, intensifiying each of the sensations.

"look at me" he whispered once again, making you turn your head towards him and getting lost in his lustful gaze, "go on now."

and as hard as you tried to control yourself, you couldnt. your whole body tensed up and your breath got caught up on your throat, not allowing you to make any noise nor movement as you approached your high.

hyunjin offered you a conceited smirk, the tip of his tongue grazing against his teeth while he returned his eyes back to the man talking at the podium, leaving you a wet and mindless mess on your seat.

"9th. floor, room 92" he mumbled softly, standing up from his seat as the first conference came to an end, "don't make me wait".

as the whole crowd applauded and cheered for the man who hosted the first talk, you found the perfect time to sneak out of the lobby and into the hotel.

for an odd reason, knowing that hyunjin was doing all of that in front of the people who he feared the most finding about this only turned you on even more. he was a very analytical man but when it was about you, he just couldn't control himself.

it took him so long for him to be able to even look at you without feeling the need to fuck you senseless and make you a mindless mess for him, but you crashed all that effort the minute you decided to enter his office the night before.

and now that the inhibitions had been already thrown out, he had no problem into giving in his darkest desires.

once you entered the hotel room, hyunjin's figure was quick to appear in front of your eyes, pouring himself a glass of water before turning to face you.

"you had fun?" he queried while the corners of his lips rised into a smirk, "that's what bigmouthed girls like you get".

"so i'm guessing you are hurt because of the things i said last night" you mumbled.

"why would i get upset over lies?" he asked again, tilting his head and leaving the glass of water behind. his body approached you slowly, both of his hands traveling to each sides of your waist, "you called me pathetic yet i just made you cum in front of a hundred people without even having to touch you".

the blood under your skin boiled as soon as you heard those words, your walls clenching around the toy almost instinctively and letting a small whimper escape your lips.

his lips approached yours, softly brushing against them while your whole body anticipated his kiss.

"you said you want me, didn't you?" he questioned, his hot breath caressing your chin and making you even more desperate for him than you already were, "now you have to take everything i'll give you".

he finally crashed into you for a kiss, the desperate and sloppy movements making your cunt clench harder around the vibrator, earning small gasps and cries out of you each time you felt it inside you.

"please, just fuck me already" you panted in between kisses, the fucked out look on your face making hyunjin's cock twitch inside of his pants.

"i've fantasized about youbevery single night since the day i met you," he cooed softly, nipping at the skin of your jawline while touring along your neck, "let me at least take my time with you, precious".

you rolled your head back as hyunjin dragged his wet lips along the crook of your neck, holding your whole body tightly against him.

"is that why you acted so distant with me?" you queried in between sighs, your hand lost in his dark hair.

"you have no idea how bad i had to control myself each time you were near me" he groaned, his soft voice turning deeper as he continued on touching you, "everytime you talked or even looked at me, the rage of knowing that i couldn't have you for myself just made me lose all my senses".

"i don't mean to interfere between you and your position at the company" you whined while he nipped at the skin on your neck, "if you treat me well, i'll keep quiet and be a pretty fucktoy only for you".

he smiled against your skin, his digits pulling down the straps on your dress, "is that what you want to be for me?" he inquired, "do you want to be my personal slut?"

you licked your lips at his words, feeling a spark of lust igniting in your soul as soon as hyunjin's eyes fixed on your nude breasts.

"i want you to use me as you please" you spoke, your nipples hardening under his touch, "i'll be good".

"i know you will be good" he grunted, his digits brushing against your nipples and making your whole body tremble, "you don't seem like the type who enjoys punishments, do you?"

you shook your head slightly.

"if you are good, i'm going to treat you well" he replied, leaning into your body to kiss your chest and breasts, "and you have been good tonight, haven't you?"

"mhm" you hummed, buring your hand on his hair once again, pulling him forward into your body.

his hands dragged the rest of the dress off of your legs, leaving you with nothing but your ruined panties and the toy still inside you, "get on your knees".

you did as you were told, moaning once you felt the toy going even deeper inside your warm hole due to the position you were now in.,

"can't you see what you do to me, y/n?" his raspy voice questioned you, one of his hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants just in front of your eyes, "you always have me so hard and desperate to bury my cock inside you".

you automatically sticked your tongue out as soon as he exposed his length, your mouth watering at the sight of his hardened bulge. he undressed himself for you, getting off of his black pants and white shirt.

"make that mouth useful for me, will you?" he groaned, one of his hands pushing your head over his cock while you failed to take him in completely.

"it is so big" you cried, coughing and drooling over it while you tried to take it all in.

"come on, precious, get used to it" he mumbled, his hands caressing your hair, "so that the next time it will be easier for you to suck me off properly".

next time.

feeling the excitement of an unspoken promise, you did your best taking him. it only took you a few minutes for your mouth and throat to get used to the stretch, bopping your head up and down on it as if you were nothing but an inflatable doll for him.

"good girl" he praised, his gaze fixed on the way your teary eyes looked up to him, "i bet you had thought about sucking my cock before, haven't you?"

you nodded almost desperately, drooling all over his cock and your breasts.

"do you want to know something?" he inquired, his hand pushing back the strands of hair that were getting on your face, "you have no idea how many times i had to jerk myself off at work".

his available hand reached out for his cellphone that was on top of the hotel bed, and opened the already familiar application he had been using during the past hour.

"every time i saw you wearing those cute dresses or tight skirts, i couldn't control myself", his digits slided against the screen, turning on the setting of the toy once again, making you moan all over his length, "each day i sat down at my office thinking about bending you over my desk, all naked and ready for me to fuck".

"fuck, hyunjin" you whined, taking out his glistening cock from your mouth and stroking him with one hand while the other rubbed your clit in circular motions, "faster, please".

"you are so needy, y/n" he groaned, his cock twitching under your care, "you just cummed a few minutes ago and now you want to cum again?"

you nodded desperately, feeling how your juices soaked your underwear and the knot on your lower abdomen threaten to come undone.

"stand up" he commanded, your weak legs only doing much. hyunjin set up the vibrations at the highest pace, making you almost impossible to complete such task, "if you want me to fuck you that bad, then stand up".

you bit your lower lip in exasperation, closing your eyes and doing your best to stand up while both of your legs were completely weak due to the overwhelming sensations.

"don't cum yet" he added, sitting at the edge of the bed with his legs spreaded, "stand up and come right here".

after a few seconds, you managed to stand in both of your feet with trembling legs and glistening thighs.

"take off your panties" he demanded, you following his order as fast as you could while you fought back your high.

"i can't hold it, hyunjin" you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together as if that single movement was going to stop the nerve-wrecking orgasm that was approaching you.

however, the vibrations stopped all of the sudden.

"if you want to cum again, you are going to do it on my cock" he mumbled with a cocky smirk plastered on his lips.

you removed the toy from inside your cunt and sat down with your legs on each side of his body, aligning his hardened cock with your entrance.

"you said you wanted me," he groaned, feeling your juices coating him, "now prove me how bad you do".

you let out a deep sigh as soon as you felt his cock stretching all of your walls, both of your arms traveling instantly to his shoulders and locking themselves on his nape.

"they must be waiting for you downstairs" he teased, his arms locking around your waist while gripping your ass, "i suggest you do it fast, unless you want them to notice that you skipped the whole conference just to have sex with your co-worker".

your head fell back as you started to ride him, your hips moving mercilessly against his while a series of whines and cries left your lips each time his cock grazed that sweet spot inside your cunt.

"you are not doing it fast enough" he complained, his hands guiding your movements on top of him, "are you already too fucked out to even fuck yourself with my cock properly?"

"shut up" you whined, closing your eyes and bouncing on his length over and over again.

"do you want me to do it for you?" he queried in between groans, his hands gripping and spanking your ass cheeks earning small gasps out of you, "do you want me to bend you on the bed and bury my cock deep inside your wet hole?"

you closed your eyes and continued on riding him with sloppy movements, determined to prove to him that you were capable of making yourself cum on your own.

"just beg nicely" he proposed, "and i might fuck the blackmailer out of you".

"fuck, hyunjin-" you gasped, feeling how his hips acquire their own pace while they slammed inside you.

"beg, y/n" his deep voice mumbled.

"please-" you whispered softly, moving your hips in circular motions, "just make me cum again".

"you are not convincing me".

"hyunjin, i am so close" you cried once again, your walls clenching around him almost aggresively while your sore thighs lose their rythm, "i can't keep on going just please- fuck me".

hyunjin let out a deep scoff while he saw you struggling to get off on his cock, both of his arms holding you thight while he exchanged positions and threw you onto the bed, laying you on your stomach.

"next time you even dare to think you have any kind of control over me," he groaned, slamming his cock inside you without a previous warning while he spreaded both of your legs even more for him, "just remember that i was the one who had you begging for some seconds of pleasure".

you buried your head into the mattress, arching your back more for him while he continued on fucking your wet hole.

"i'm cumming" you screamed, both of your hands grasping onto the white bed sheets while you tried your best to maintain your posture, "hyunjin, please-"

"go on," he panted, grinding his teeth while he pushed down your lower back, "make a mess on my cock".

it took him only a few more seconds before having your whole body shaking under his care, your juices dripping out of you and making a mess on him and the bed.

"look at you," he groaned, harshly gripping your hair without giving you any time to overcome your overwhelming orgasm, "look at all the mess you made".

his movements became faster and sloppier, the sinful noises escaping his lips became more frequent and, by recalling the events of last night, you realized that he wasn't far from his orgasm as well.

"fuck- hyunijn" you cried, the overstimulation making you tremble in pain, "don't stop, don't stop-"

"you owe me an orgasm" he grunted, pulling your hair and slamming his length inside your pussy, "where do you want it?"

"inside-" you whined in between broken moans, "cum inside my cunt, please".

hyunjin let out a deep sigh at your words, decreasing his movements as soon as he felt the orgasm washing up on him.

"aren't you such a nice fucktoy" he panted, bucking his hips harder, "letting me fill you up with my cum".

you moaned one last time before feeling his hot arousal leaking out of your soaking hole, dripping onto the bedsheets and your legs. hyunjin dragged his finger along your slit, coating it with both of your orgasms while approaching your face that was buried deep into the mattress.

"next time we fuck," he commanded, placing both fingers against your swollen lips, "i am cumming inside that pretty mouth of yours, just to see if you still want to keep on calling me a pathetic coward, precious".

#skz smut #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #kpop smut #hwang hyunjin smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz oneshots #stray kids oneshots

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csmeaner · 2 years

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WARNING: GROSS

Might as well submit this now so I can take a break off the blog for a bit after digging up that Densy shit.

So, I'll bite: /post/694191943132053504/who-is-jesse-and-why-does-everyone-hate-him-so

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posts tagged jesse

Gross stuff at the end.

I wouldn't say I hate Jesse, exactly. That would imply he takes up a lot more active space in my head than he does. His antics, however, do live in the more passive part of my brain and no amount of sandpaper's gonna get that out, so I, uh, am not fond of the guy.

1. Hides behind his mental illness as an excuse to be a POS. Was Jesse mean to you? Did he blow up at you? Was he a shitty friend? Is he bitter as fuck? Does he only talk to you when he wants something? Well, he has mental illness so he has an unspoken expectation you just shrug your shoulders and move on. (In his response to the CCCat-Peakit thing, it read to me like he was explicitly expecting it. You'll have to decide for yourself.)

2. What he did to his "friend", Caravan. While she was around, he was happy to receive gifts from her and defend her. But the moment they had a falling out and he was, like Densy, sure Caravan was gone, he sent screenshots of their personal conversations to Densy.

I don't care how much you fucking hate someone. Private messages between someone you call a friend should stay private unless there's a very good reason for them not to (ex: someone's telling you they're going to end their life). Print them out and burn them if you need catharsis.

It's also super hypocritical. Caravan was one of the most blatantly mentally-ill people I've seen whaling in CS but because she made Jesse mad, he's excused himself for doing it.

3. He's caused trouble in other communities. Since it's not CS, I won't go into details. He's so aggro and unwilling to back down from anything.

4. Some people still hate him from his hoarding and foddering days. He was never Caravan-level, but he was just about everywhere like her. At least he was usually fair about trades.

5. Mad shit-talker in general. Oh the shit he published following the initial days of the 20K Grem callout. I bet if Caravan released some of her private chats with Jesse, we'd see some real tea.

BUT THE BIGGEST REASONS

6. I'm uncomfortable with his thoughts about minors given how he tried to talk around himself for having a relationship with a 16 yr old when he was 19 yrs old, and how he visited this 16 year old and they "kissed and mildly fooled around". His background story is eerily similar to Soyu-k's. Warning for talks of CSEM and abusive religion: https://archive(.)ph(/)oc1M0. Further response from Jesse (same warnings, just to be safe): archive(.)ph(/)IdG27.

I really don't know how to feel about the last two links. On the one hand, maybe he didn't know, and he's open (as far as we know) about it? Then again, he only came out with it when he couldn't deny it anymore, like Soyu-k. But everyone is different. There's just something about both those posts that doesn't sit right with me. You'll have to decide for yourself.

To be clear, I don't think Jesse is dangerous. I think he's a narcissist (in the general sense, not the personality disorder sense) who's willing to...wriggle around a bit to get himself out of something he'd never forgive someone else for.

7. Related to the above, he has one instance (one is all it takes to make me hate you) that I know of what looks like graphic pro-shipping material in his Toyhouse, which was drawn by his boyfriend(?), Xiphos. Censored version (warning as it's still pretty rancid if you're sensitive to this sort of thing): pasteboard(.)co(/)FnTM1kmrVlmU(.)png.

I know someone who archived the original, uncensored image. I'm not in the mood to dig it up for obvious reasons but lemme know if you just HAVE to see it. And I'll get back to you in a couple days. Or go look it up for yourself before it's inevitably hidden.

It seems clear from the TH profile that the character is intended to be an adult and the image should be interpreted as "size play" or maybe "macro". Knowing how some people treat size play/macro, I avoid people who draw it out to this extent. The character in this image has borderline-child proportions.

Actually, Jesse seems to share Xiphos's tastes in general. For example, this naked human's encounter with a rather large anthro. Censored version: pasteboard(.)co(/)Z5MXE9Cqnnz4(.)png.

Again, I know this is supposed to come off as size-play or macro, but it's something that comes down to your own perspective. Is it bestiality to draw a human having, um, relations with a giant anthro? Is it nasty or just incredibly weird? That's for you to decide.

As for me, I'm going to go play video games or something and hope this heartburn goes away.

#proof #screenshots #submission #jesse #thanks for all this info we can officially add all this to the reasons you can be iffy about jesse #time to wake cs up to reblog all these

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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You may have a little Lorenz Prompt as promised. As a treat. Here goes~

Lorenz taking thorough notes to surprise his s/o (is it the blog owner? the reader? some random character? It doesn't matter~!) with the most lovely, romantic date imaginable based around everything they like. He wouldn't put in this much effort to TRULY impress someone, but you're worth every step and more.

Enjoy where this takes your thoughts~!

(and pls don't eat it, Tumblr)

Y'know what, I've had a shitty day and I just finished writing some darker content- so I am going to ~indulge~. Normally I try to make my Reader character as broadly relatable as possible, but today we're going with MY preferences and interests because I WANT A NICE DATE WITH LORENZ GODDAMNIT

Lorenz (FE3H) x GN Reader - perfect date

Fluff - SFW

Today simply has to be flawless- the Gloucester heir will not accept any less. Not when it comes to you. Of course, Lorenz holds himself to high standards in all things, but the thought of providing anything less than perfection for you is one that pains him to even consider. Especially now that he'd finally gotten the courage- or, rather, found the right and proper time to ask you to spend the day with him.

You approach him at the Monastery gates not long after noon that day, and find your pace slowing as you eye him before he's noticed you. Without his usual elegant set of armor, you can appreciate the way constant marching and training has toned his slender frame- and appreciate it, you most certainly do. Though he soon turns to face you, and your eyes dart back up from a rather ignoble place to meet his instead.

"You're as radiant as ever, I see," he says with a warm smile. He offers you an arm and you take it, replying with a grin,

"You've already got me for the day, Lorenz, there's no need for flattery."

"'Flattery' implies a measure of falsehood," he says with confidence, leading you towards town, "and I could never bring myself to lie to one so lovely."

As your time together proceeds, you can't help but feel that, some way, somehow, Lorenz has some kind of psychic insight into your preferences. Everywhere you turn, whatever your heart could desire is immediately available and set before you with hardly any negotiation at play. At the first flower stall you find, Lorenz takes a moment to exchange words with the owner while you admire the sprawling array of colorful blooms; and by the time he's returned, he's holding a woven crown of delicate little white flowers. With an admiring smile, he carefully places it on your head, a hand trailing down a lock of your hair as he pulls away to observe you.

With a shy grin, you perform an exaggerated curtsy, prompting Lorenz to laugh fondly and take you by the hand. He twirls you slowly under his arm, watching you all the while, then says,

"They suit you every bit as wonderfully as I'd thought."

"They're my favorites," you reply.

"I know- erm, that is- I know of a superb bakery down the block this way," Lorenz seems a bit red in the face, but you chalk that up to nerves.

He's not wrong though- this bakery is something else. The selection and quality of ingredients is on an entirely new level compared to the Monastery's dining hall, and you find yourself overwhelmed even reading down the list of items posted to the wall. By your third pass over the full range of options, the words are starting to dance in your eyes- but a warm touch at your arm shakes your focus. Lorenz leans close to be heard over the rapidly growing crowd at the bakery's counter,

"Might I make a recommendation?" you nod, and he goes on, "I happen to have it on good authority that there's an item not included on this menu that you may like. It incorporates three different treatments of Brigid cocoa, if that is of any interest to you."

Your eyes light up and you can practically feel the rich sweetness across your tongue already.

"That sounds incredible," you reply, enraptured by the very thought. When you start to ask how he'd heard of such a thing, Lorenz has already turned to speak to the worker taking orders, and your words drown among the crowd of customers. The speed at which he acquires this mythical pastry only fills your mind with more questions. How did he manage to purchase an off-menu item so quickly? Wouldn't the cost of something requiring those many luxurious imported ingredients be astronomical?

But then, Lorenz returns to your side and guides you out of the crowded shop, and the sight of the delectable chocolatey treat in his hands dashes all other thoughts from your mind. He hands it to you wrapped in a handkerchief, and you can't help but immediately plunge in for a bite.

"Mmmm-!" you wear an expression of pure bliss as your mouth fills with sweet, savory chocolate, "Oh- Lorenz, it's so good!"

When you glance up at him, he's watching you with a strangely heavy expression. Once more, his fair complexion is painted a light red. You tilt your head curiously, and he seems to resurface from whatever thoughts had taken him for the moment.

"Here- you should try some," you break off a piece and hold it up to him.

"Are- are you certain? I had intended for you to enjoy it to your heart's content," he stammers out, evidently still a bit flushed.

"I want you to get to have some too. Please?" You hate to resort to puppy eyes with him, but it's hard to argue with the results. He leans forward and accepts the piece of pastry from your hand. You don't shy away from him in the slightest, and so a brief brush of his lower lip along the tip of your finger simply can't be avoided. Lorenz does his best to move past this without acknowledgement, and you two enjoy your treat together as you take in the bustle of the town around you.

The day continues in kind, with Lorenz apparently having painstakingly arranged every element of this date from start to finish. At a local seller of antiques and luxury goods, he secures permission to view and explore rare and dazzling paintings from around the world. Here, he's rather uncharacteristically reserved. Wandering the storage area like your own personal art museum, he watches you with evident warmth as you exclaim at the rich and varied pigments, the innovative expressions of human form, and so on.

After this, he brings you to a tavern at the far end of town, where he's reserved the second floor exclusively for you two to enjoy a quiet, intimate meal together. By this point, you've finally gotten around to considering just how much gold must have gone into this singular date.

"Lorenz," you say cautiously, "are you sure it's okay to go through all of this and spend so much just for-"

He raises a hand to cut you off, then replies,

"I assure you that it is," he takes your hand in his, holding it warmly from across your private table, "wealth has no value that we ourselves do not assign to it, and I have chosen to spend it on your pleasure. I can think of no greater use for a bit of coin."

The rest of the early evening is filled with pleasant chat and the occasional subtle sweet-talk. As you discuss everything you've seen and experienced that day, Lorenz engages you with surprisingly astute comments and observations. He's always at his best when he feels permitted to simply talk with you, as one person to another, free of the pressures and expectations of his birthright that he shoulders without a thought.

The sun is steadily lowering behind the hills and walls of the surrounding town by the time you make your way back together. As you walk hand in hand watching the Monastery gates rise ahead of you, Lorenz clears his throat abruptly and says,

"If I may steal you away for just a little while longer, there was... actually someone I thought you'd like to meet."

"Oh? What an honor," you say with a smile, "Do I get any hints?"

Lorenz gives a good-natured chuckle and says,

"Only that I think you'll get along splendidly."

And of all places throughout Garreg Mach's grounds, you begin to recognize that he is leading you towards the stables. You've met Lorenz's horse before- a lovely mare with a calm and agreeable temperment. If not her, then...

"Eloise?" Lorenz calls out in a gentle voice, "Eloise, come say hello- Ellie? Come now, don't tell me you've chosen tonight to become bashful..." at his call, a svelte black cat with delicate little white paws comes trotting out to meet you. Your heart positively aches and melts at the sight of her eagerly approaching Lorenz with clear comfort and familiarity.

"Lorenz, you... have a cat?" You say with obvious disbelief.

"She's one of the Monastery's strays, to be clear," he says, "She helps with the mice in the stables. Evidently, she had become quite fond of my preferred horse- and so eventually became fond of me as well."

Fond seems an understatement- she very clearly adores him. With a chorus of happy little mews, she circles his legs and rubs against him until he crouches down to offer her his hand. As he does, a shred of parchment flutters from his pocket onto the ground. Eloise targets it like a seasoned warrior and pounces at it with gusto. With a laugh, you kneel down to retrieve whatever this paper she's captured might be.

"Now Eloise, none of that- you must behave genteel-like with guests."

As he firmly lectures the cat, you glance at the paper in your hand. Nearly every inch of it is covered in an elegant, curling script that you imagine must belong to Lorenz. It looks like a... list of some kind. As your eyes scan down the page, you begin to recognize a pattern. Your favorite flowers, favorite desserts, favorite types of books and places around town- plus, to the side, the word "cats?" underlined several times. For a moment, you simply cover your mouth to hold in a snort of laughter. Then, you come to kneel beside Lorenz as he's failing to convince his feline friend to stop swatting at his hair.

"So- you've been taking very thorough notes lately." you say, nudging his arm playfully. He turns to face you with an immediate look of panic. Lavender eyes widen and glance down to the parchment in your hand, then back to you. He visibly deflates and says,

"Goddess- you must find me such a fool-"

You press your lips firmly to his before he can say another word. With a soft noise of surprise, his eyes flutter shut and he leans into your kiss. His lips are wonderfully soft, and the subtle scent of his cologne surrounds your senses as you tilt your head to seal your lips to his more firmly. You're not certain how long you remain like this, but only the dull ache of kneeling on the dirt and the incessant sound of Eloise bapping her paw against the paper in your hand bring you back to your surroundings. When you part from him, you brush aside the silky curtain of his hair to run your hand along his face, and say,

"I had a wonderful time today, Lorenz- and it means the world to me that you put so much thought into this. But next time, you don't have to study so hard, okay?"

For a moment, he seems speechless. Then, he gives a shy chuckle.

"You have bested me yet again, it would seem. How can I ever hope to become a man worthy of you when you are ever more lovely with each passing day?"

Eloise gives an insistent chirp and rubs once more against his leg, evidently tired of distractions from the attention she feels she's owed. Your smile widens, and you scratch her ear fondly.

"I think there's at least two of us who like you just as you are, Lorenz."

#no one's gonna read this why is it so long #fe3h #feh #lorenz hellman gloucester #lorenz x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem fic #fluff #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem fluff

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 3 years

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Feeling a lot better today after that vent post, I'm gonna talk about some stuff now, I'll be mentioning suicide, anger issues and trauma

I know I can be intense sometimes when I'm angry, and I hope that's not too upsetting to people (I do try to tw tag appropriately)

this blog is just one of my only outlets, and anger is an emotion I struggle with because my anger is a lot more intense in person and I can't vent to people without them getting kinda rattled (I don't take it out on people it's just very confronting to watch)

I wasn't very good at expressing anger as a kid, and often got laughed at by my family when I was angry, my dad would also try to interrupt my rants by making me laugh, it was a very effective way to defuse me, but all it did was make everything internal, it was the worst thing my parents could have done for me at a time when I was going through some truly traumatic bullying at school

as a result I wouldn't get outwardly angry a lot, but when I did I ended up screaming at whoever was upsetting me, usually my brother, it wasn't healthy

now after an especially terrible break up with a long time friend who very much wronged me, I got horrifically (and justifiably) furious with them, and that seemed to unlock a floodgate

now when I get angry I have a lot of trouble coping because I'm not used to the intensity of it, and I can't vent to my family without upsetting them (and my healing shouldn't come at the detriment of the people around me) but I also need to let it out somewhere, and my therapist has been encouraging me to find a new way to do it

so this blog is really my only outlet at the moment, but I also don't want to upset people here either

I always try to tw tag them, but I should probably put an indicator at the top of the post that it's gonna be ranty, like I did with my last one, and maybe start shifting it under a readmore

thanks for sticking with me while I learn to process these things, and thank you to the people who ask if I'm okay, I'm usually feeling a lot better after a rant post

and if anyone else struggles with anger, just know that it's okay to let it out, you need to let it out, bottling it up will bite you in the ass a lot later in life, it can be hard to find a way to do it without hurting or scaring people around you, but it's so important to helping you heal

I also find screaming helps a lot, when my friend and I drove out to a deserted beach on halloween night to scream at the ocean, we screamed about a lot of things, things that happened to us, people who wronged us, it was an amazing outlet, but unfortunately something I don't always have access to

yesterday was especially horrific for me considering my recent mental health struggles, (I'd just gotten out of a month long stay at a mental health unit when I came back from hiatus) I was very lucky to have walked away okay, but the event reminded me that choosing to live isn't a guarantee, and I'm still more than capable of dying by someone else's hand, I value life so much more after being so close to taking it from myself, and the idea that I could have died yesterday because of someone else's actions terrifies me

but it also made me realise just how much I do value my life now, and it's really nice to know all the work I've put into myself has been worth it

and if anyone wants me to use any specific tw tags, I am more than happy to do that

thanks for reading, I hope you all have a good day ❤️

#lula's life #lula's rants #tw suicide #tw anger #tw trauma

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s1utspeare · 3 years

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for tientsin mystic prompts. ding mao + anyone/everyone, 'I know you’re hurt. And I’m tired of waiting for you to bring it up’ with his leg injury

Sporkie. Sporkie do you realize how long i have been waiting for this opportunity????????? do you????? this was a gift from the heavens i am insane please marry me

also this became a MONSTER and waaaayyy too long for a tumblr ficlet so it is posted in full on ao3!!

Whump Prompt No. 10 (I'll post these on ao3 eventually and get some more tientsin mystic fics in the tag ;.;)

Ding Mao hates winter.

He didn't always. He used to love the colder seasons; curling up in front of the fire with a book; being trapped inside with people he enjoyed, unable and unwilling to go anywhere; blood freezing in interesting patterns (to be fair, that was a very particular preference). He liked snow, he liked when it got dark early and he didn't have to pretend to be interested in whatever was going on down at the shipyards as his father showed him around the docks again. He liked seeing all the people wandering through Tianjin, bundled up against the cold, all puffy coats and woolen stockings and knit gloves.

Now, though. Now, winter hurts.

It's been more than a few years since his leg had been crushed in the explosion underneath the city, when his knee had been shattered, when Guo Deyou, his face angry and scared and so, so sorry, had to leave him behind because Gu Ying was bleeding out in his arms, because Xiao Lanlan wouldn't be able to keep her head above the water if it got much higher, because Ding Mao, even though he was pinned in a runoff drain, which, by some stroke of luck (Ding Mao isn't sure that he would call it luck), had been formed just right so that the water dumped down on him and washed away at his feet, tumbling in a cascade into the caverns, but wouldn't ever pool. He was soaked and in pain and hardly able to see Guo Deyou outside of the torrent of river dashing down on him, but he would survive, so he told Guo Deyou to go.

Guo Deyou did, taking the girls, and Ding Mao had waited for him, biting through his lip to keep from screaming, because he wasn't feeling the pain in his leg so much anymore, because it was almost entirely numb, and he knew, he knew that wasn't a good thing.

(Guo Deyou did come back for him, because he always would, and when he and the two other river guardians he had brought with him had managed to unpin Ding Mao's leg and pull him out of the hole, Guo Deyou had wrapped him tightly in his arms while Ding Mao shivered and didn't look at his leg and tried very hard not to pass out, and said, I'm so, so sorry. I'm so sorry. Ding Mao. Ding Mao. I'm sorry.)

On the best of days, his leg is a dull ache, a buildup of scar tissue around his knee, which is now ugly and scarred and lumpy, that rubs gratingly against the bone and clings to the muscles around it. It's weaker, too, prone to buckling if he puts too much weight on it or moves too fast, which is what the brace and cane help with. Ding Mao has gotten used to that, knows exactly how much his leg can take, usually, and works to make sure that he can still keep up with his friends, with his job, with his world.

On the worst of days, it's a different story.

Read the rest on ao3!

#this fucked #i feel complete #anyway i love them #ding mao/gu ying/guo deyou/xiao lanlan #yes they're a polycule and what about it #tientsin mystic #tientsin mystic 2 #whump prompt ficlets #fic #ding mao my baby mad scientist

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terrm9 · 4 years

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Father’s Day

Ethan makes sure to celebrate the Father’s Day with his daughter. (Ethan X Chiara X Matilda)

Words count: 4 000

Warnings: two swear words, fluff

Author’s note: I don’t know what happened here guys. I am so sorry, this fic lacks plot and point, depth, quality, this truly is one fluffy piece of shit. I had a good feeling about it when the idea appeared in my brain and then I started to write and nothing seemed right. And I just kept telling myself ‘just keep writing and it will start making sense. It will get better’... and suddenly the fic is finished and it still doesn’t make sense. I was so close to not posting it, but then I thought that sometimes mindless fluff can make my mood better and so maybe it can do some good to you too. Love you all and I promise I won’t be angry or hurt if you hate this:D

Also Ethan is ~47 in this fic, if you thought I wouldn't mention his graying hair, I am sorry but I did

Also also, I didn't find the strength needed for a proof reading this and so I didn't proof read it. If you see a mistake, please pretend you don't see it

The sun was long set at the time Ethan stepped into the apartment and even though he rationally knew that it was late, he couldn’t quite give up on his hope that maybe Matilda was still up. On the days like this, when more patients came in than out of the hospital and there was so much of a paperwork that he has to bring it home with him, there is nothing Ethan loved more than to put his daughter to sleep and then spend a nice quiet evening with Chiara.

But of course, Matilda was fast asleep – judging by the silence filling the whole apartment – and so Ethan was looking forward to skipping to the part of sharing an evening with his wife.

Chiara didn’t notice him as he stepped into the living room, her nose slightly crinkled as she was filling some papers spread on the dining table, white earpods in her ears.

Looks like I am not the only one to bring work home with me today.

Ethan stopped in his tracks for a moment, just inhaling the familiar scent of Chiara and home and absorbing the picture in front of him. Even after alsmot ten years since he met her for the first time, even though she was his wife now, someone he woke up next to every morning, Chiara still – always – managed to knock the air out of his lungs. How her smile only gained more brightness through the years and how she looked almost like a girl with her hair braided on one side.

Had he been an artist, he would call her his muse.

But he was just a man, a doctor with any artistic words stuck in his throat and so he just kept staring at Chiara and thought, inspiration, that’s what she was, because even the most rational of men could get inspired.

„I can feel you standing there,“ Chiara exclaimed suddenly, putting the earpods off and turning to him with that bright smile.

„My apologies,“ he smiled faintly and crossed the distance between them to give her, what Chiara called ‚a proper greeting‘. He kissed her softly and it only took the feeling of Chiara’s warm body under his hands to ease the tension in him almost completely.

„Matilda missed you tonight,“ Chiara murmured into his chest, not willing to break their embrance.

„As I missed her,“ Ethan sighed. „Did you have an eventful afternoon?“

Chiara chuckled at that, parting from him at last to switch her phone off and leave the work on the dining table.

„Just the usual. The teacher asked them to draw themselves in the future and she couldn’t decide which version of that future she should draw because she wants to be everything.“

Ethan could imagine the conversation very well. Matilda, at the age of five, knew exactly what she didn't want to become when she grows up - a doctor. She kept shifting between wishing to be a travel blogger like her aunt Kyra or a photographer like aunt Alicia. After a weekend spent in Providence, she proclaimed that she could also imagine being a cable repairwoman like grandpa, because grandpa has the coolest coworkers that came over and let her eat chocolate cookies and watch football with them. And if by any unfortunate coincidence she should become a doctor after all, she would definitely be a surgeon like uncle Bryce, because he actually cuts people and that's much more interesting than her parents' job. All they do is talk about the patients.

„I promised her you would take her to school tomorrow. You have rounds in the morning but I can taker over,“ which would only be a service for you, she thought to herself. „That would certainly make her feel better.“

„Was she that sad that I didn’t come home earlier?“

"Oh, she was more sad about the Father's Day program at her school – you know, the one where kids and their dads go together - but I explained her why you had to miss it."

Ethan furrowed his brows, confused for a while.

"Why do I have to miss it?" he asked as he picked Matilda's stuffed llama from the floor.

"It's the Wednesday when you are at the conference in Seattle."

Ethan put the toy on the couch next to Til's favourite blanket and sat down before responding, his voice carrying no sign of hesitation.

"If there's a Father's Day program at her school and she wants me to be there, I'll be there."

Ethan knew all too well why he was so persistent on being there.

He wished he didn’t know, but he did.

Because he knew what it felt like to spend so many of his Mother’s Days programms with his teeth gritted, wishing it could all just end.

He could still remember the first Mother’s Day without Luise, how his teacher walked into the class and told them that they would create nice postcards for their moms and how Ethan’s classmate pointed his finger at him and said: „And what is Ramsey going to do? It’s not fair that he doesn’t need to do anything for the whole hour.“

It was the first time Ethan punched someone.

There was no way, no way, that he would allow his daughter to feel any of those feelings.

His thoughts were interrupted by Chiara, now sitting right next to him, a soft concern visible on her features.

„Alan and Naveen would go with her, you know. She wouldn’t be alone.“

„I am her father.“

„And you are also an author of the study this whole conference is going to be about.“

Ethan knew Chiara was right, just as he knew that she was doing this not because she didn’t want him to attend the programm, rather because she respected and supported his career.

But her arguments were of no use. Ethan’s mind was made up and he only wondered if this is what it felt like, all those years ago, when he pushed Chiara away in order to support her career. The idea of putting career first was making him uncomfortable and all he could do was to think, how did Chiara see it all those years ago?

Or rather, how did he not see it back then?

He had no answers, only his gratitude that she stayed and showed him the world through her eyes.

„Aurora is just as much of an author as me. She can handle the conference without me just fine. You can go with her.“

„Me?“ Chiara asked incredulously.

„Sure. They don’t really care which Dr. Ramsey will come.“

Ethan aged well. More wrinkles circled the corners of his eyes and the grey hair on his temples were not an optical illusion anymore (and Chiara has never found him more handsome than now) and his gaze changed too, the cold blue of his eyes almost forgotten, as his eyes were warm and soft almost all the time he was with his family.

Ethan aged and changed and yet there was a thing that didn’t change in the slightest in these last years. His insufferable stubborness.

And so Chiara knew that he won’t change his mind and that there was no point in trying to and while it warmed her heart to see how in love with Matilda Ethan was, the study was important to him.

Obviously not important enough, however, and Chiara decided not to push him any further. Instead, she asked curiously.

„And what are you going to perform? What if Matilda wants to do something crazy?" Chiara raised an eyebrow.

"Of course she won't want anything crazy. What if it were my father and Naveen taking her?"

Chiara laughed wholeheartedly at his question, because for someone so brilliant, sometimes Ethan was desperately clueless when it came to people around him - and what they were willing to do for their daughter.

"Please, this is Naveen and Alan you are talking about. Matilda could say she wants to sing Hakuna Matata and they would come dressed as Timon and Pumba."

"Ah," Ethan exhaled, obviously only now realizing that Chiara was, indeed, right. And singing - or dancing, for God's sake - was not part of his plan. "Well, she can play some basic compound on the piano, she has learned some already. And I could accompany her on the cello."

Chiara choked on the water she was just drinking, turning to look at Ethan so swiftly, his brows furrowed in a concern for her neck.

"On a what now?"

“A cello. I thought you knew that I used to play the cello as a kid.”

“Of course, but the as a kid part is important. I mean, I played a piano as a kid and now I couldn’t play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star if my life depended on it.”

Ethan laughed, wrapping his arm around Chiara in a half-hug and had to bite his tongue not to tell her that maybe Matilda could teach her, as she already could play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star exceptionally well.

“I might have stopped playing actively when I was ten, but I found a certain sense of serenity in music – and playing – for a long time after that. I-,” Ethan stopped himself, mulling over his next words. It was not like he didn’t want to tell Chiara anything, but talking about his years at med school was not something he did often. “I befriended a music shop’s owner back in Baltimore. He was a nice guy, barely older than me and so very different. He had musical instruments for sale there and as we became closer, he let me borrow the cello and play a little in the back of the shop. It became a thing that helped me clear my head when school became too stressful and it also helped me not to forget how to play. I think Matilda’s level on the piano is very close to what I can remember with the cello.”

Now all he had to do was to find someone who would borrow him the cello.

*** *** ***

Ethan always found it amusing, how his mornings with Matilda differed compared to Matilda’s mornings with Chiara.

He made sure to wake her up earlier than usual, so that they could cook breakfast together and have some time to spare.

Chiara – the person that hated mornings more than eggplants – did all she could to stay in bed for as long as possible. She would rather prepare Matilda’s breakfast in the evening and run to the school than wake up before 6 AM.

And it seemed like Matilda realized this difference quite soon, for all the times Ethan came to wake her up, she knew she could ask him to join her in bed for a few minutes.

"Hey, little Rookie," Ethan whispered, softly stroking Matilda's curls out of her forehead so that he could press a gentle kiss on it. "Time to wake up. We don't want to be late for school."

The little Rookie nickname was first used when Til was perhaps one year old and it made her giggle so hard Ethan kept using it. Chiara found it extremely funny, always pointing out that Matilda was nothing if not Ethan’s exact copy – and she was right. With her big blue eyes and long curly dark hair, there was no doubt that she was Ethan’s daughter. Not that the similarities ended in her physical appearence – she was phenomenally subborn for a five year old (to which Ethan always argued that she could as well inherit that from Chiara) and sarcasm was her second language. She also might have used ‚fuck‘ once or twice and Ethan knew it’s not Chiara she heard that from.

You should call her little Terminator, Chiara always teased and partly, she was right.

But there were many traits and marks of Chiara in their daughter, marks not so visible but unmistakely hers. How Matilda’s smile was always bright and warm and sincere, something only Chiara could pass on. How she came home one day from school and asked Ethan if he could make cupcakes with her, because her classmate loves cupcakes but his parents are too busy to make them for him and so she would love to bring him some to school. How she appreciated the most common of things, like sun shining because it makes her skin warm and also rain falling because she can jump in the puddles. Her genuine curiosity and open heart and just her general need to make people around her feel good.

That was all Chiara’s mark and Ethan loved his two girls so much it sometimes still surprised him. That he was capable of such love.

It also made him want more sometimes. More people to love that much.

„Snuggle time, please?“ Matilda smiled, her eyes still closed and Ethan was prepared, he knew this request would come and so he didn’t even need to check the watch to know that he could lay down next to her, the tiny bed making his position rather awkward.

He snuggled Matilda from behind and between her slow stirs as she began to wake up and his soft kisses put on the back of her head, he whispered how excited he was to attend the Father’s Day program with her.

*** *** ***

Ethan didn’t even need to try hard to persuade Matilda that a piano-cello duet would be better to perform than a dance. She liked the idea from the beginning and after going through her music sheets with Chiara, she happily exclaimed that they could try to learn Hedwig’s Theme together. Her eyes were bright and full of excitement and Ethan knew the decision was already made, because he couldn’t resist that face.

And so they performed and for a girl who was five and her father, who was almost fifty, they did a great job. Seeing Matilda’s pure, unadultered joy and excitement and so much gratitude that her dad could be there with here, was something Ethan would consider one of the best moments of his life forever.

Tillie was almost jumping up and down with the happiness as they watched her classmates and their fathers or grandfathers or mothers in some cases or maybe even uncles perform their numbers. She was clapping hard after every single one and she kept waving at everyone, her smile so wide Ethan thought for a while that she resembled Bryce more than anyone. The thought made him chuckle, because Matilda would love to hear that, as Bryce was her hero and possibly the best person she could spend her sleepovers at.

Ethan could hardly say that he enjoyed being surrounded by so many people, but he sincerely did enjoy spending the day with his kid. He didn’t regret choosing making a fool out of himself in front of bunch of kids instead of the conference. He almost forgot about the conference altogether until Aurora’s call interrupted the bustle full of laughter around them.

She only called him to let him know that all went well and she was off to have a lunch with other diagnosticians that helped with the study.

"Yes, alright. I'll see you on Monday. Good job, Aurora," Ethan put the phone back into his pocket and turned to Matilda.

"I am sorry you missed the conference because of me, dad."

Ethan knelt down so that he could face his daughter, the very same blue eyes he knew from mirrors, looking back at him, wide and curious.

He smiled softly, kissing Matilda's forehead before responding.

"I am not. No conference is that important, and just between the two of us," Ethan lowered his voice and put his best serious face on, causing the mischievous sparks ignite in Tillie's eyes "Conferences are so boring. You saved me from a torture."

She giggled and threw her arms around Ethan's neck, squeezing him as hard as a five years old could.

"Now let's go, I think there's an ice cream that needs to be eaten."

"But daddy you said ice creams are sugar bomb!"

Ethan chuckled at her shocked expression - not sure is it was a genuine one or an act - and took her little hand into his.

"I'll pretend I don't see you eating it."

Matilda squealed and before her ‚no sugar in this house‘ dad could change his mind, she stormed off in the direction of the ice cream truck.

Before she could reach her destination, however, she stopped in her tracks and tugged on Ethan’s sleeve, pointing at the little girl sitting under one of the trees – alone.

„That’s Dorothy! She is my best friend.“

Yes, Ethan remembered Matilda mentioning Dorsey, her best friend, quite often, but he never got a chance to meet her before. The girl was tiny, much smaller than Matilda – which inherited Ethan’s significant height, too – her hair almost white and her eyes similar to Matilda’s, big and blue but not even close to being as bright.

„She doesn’t have a dad,“ Matilda added, her voice much less excited now. „She didn’t want to come here but her mom has to be at work.“

Ethan’s heart tightened at her words, the description of Dorothy’s situation reminding him of his own when he was a kid way too much.

„Why don’t you go and ask her to join us for an ice cream?“ Ethan smiled at Matilda faintly.

Before he could as much as blink, Matilda was gone and in the very next moment, both girls were back, smiling up at him, his own kid widely and Dorothy very shyly.

„Hello, Dorothy,“ Ethan knelt down and smiled at her encouragingly. „I am Ethan. It is my pleasure to meet you, Matilda talks about you a lot.“

„Hello,“ Dorothy muttered, not meeting his eyes and Ethan noticed she was holding Matilda’s hand.

Without any other word, he stood up and led both girls to find an ice cream truck, only half-listening to what they were talking about – enough to recognize that Dorothy was much more open when talking to Matilda, but not enough to register particular words.

Maybe that’s why Matilda’s next question took him off the guard.

„Right, daddy? I was just telling Dorsey that you could be her dad, right? And I would be her sister!“

Ethan’s eyes widened and before he could find the right words – gentle but also firm enough to explain that that’s not exactly how these things work, Matilda spoke again.

„She could come over anytime and we could have sleepovers like the ones I have with uncle Bryce or grandpa and we would play together and I could borrow her my toys, right?“

Ethan nodded and smiled, of course Dorothy is always welcome to stay at our place, and let the topic go, because there was nothing wrong about his daughter having best friend that would come over.

Thirty minutes later, all three of them sat at the grass and ate their ice creams and it was easy to forget the previous converstaions.

*** *** ***

Until he came into his office, a week after the Father’s Day and found Chiara waiting for him, her arms crossed at her chest and her expression unusually stoic.

Before he could ask what was wrong, Chiara spoke.

„Matilda’s teacher just called.“

„What?“ Ethan stepped closer, automatically reaching into his pocket to make sure his phone, wallet and car keys are there and he is ready to leave and pick up Matilda at any moment. „Is something wrong? Is she in trouble? Sick?“

„She is absolutely alright,“ Chiara shook her head sligthly, her face unreadable – something that scared Ethan more than her visible anger. „She just called me to let me know about the rumors going around Matilda’s class these past few days. She thought it would be better if I found out from her rather than from other parents.“

„Rumors?“ Ethan asked, utterly lost and confused.

It took all the willpower Chiara had not to let her facade slip and keep her expression neutral. But teasing Ethan was one of her main hobbies, even after ten years, and so she tried her best.

„Apparently, Matilda and Dorothy Wilkins told everyone that they are in fact sisters. They have different mommies but the same dad – no other than the famous Dr. Ramsey,“ now, it was really hard not to laugh. Ethan’s whole face paled and the confusion was quickly replaced by recognition. „The other kids shared the news with their parents and now those parents talk.“

Ethan didn’t know that Matilda told Chiara about her idea of Ethan becoming Dorothy’s dad the very same evening she shared it with Ethan himself and even though Chiara tried to explain why that idea is not going to work the way the wished it would, Matilda was stubborn. Meaning, Matilda adopted Dorothy as her sister anyway and didn’t mind sharing her dad with her.

„Fuck,“ Ethan whispered, pacing around the office, not really looking up at Chiara.

If he did, he would catch her grinning.

She cleared her throat quickly and added: „Some of the parents came to tell the poor teacher that they appreciate how civil the mothers of Matilda and Dorothy are about the whole thing and that it must’ve taken much strength of our spirits to put out kids into same school.“

She couldn’t anymore. The first chuckle escaped her and when Ethan’s eyes met hers, the mischievous sparks were dancing on full display in her irises, her smile wide and so amused.

Ethan exhaled a sigh full of relief and rolled his eyes and when he looked at Chiara again, she was laughing softly, badly trying to cover her laugh with the hand over her mouth.

The bizarreness of the whole situation and his wife’s reaction made Ethan laugh too and he slumped down on the couch, pulling Chiara with him.

„We should give some kind of explanation, right?“ he whispered when they both calmed down.

„Oh, I don’t know. I am the civil one,“ Chiara smirked smugly. „And with a strong spirit!“

Ethan laughed again at that, thinking about how any kind of rumors about him and Chiara startled him in the beginning of their relationship and how over the years, Chiara managed to teach him to just let people talk.

„She really wants that sibling, huh?“ Chiara broke the silence, poking his side softly.

„Yes, she does,“ Ethan nodded.

„And you would...want that too, right?“ Chiara asked again, this time much more seriousness in her voice.

Both Chiara and Ethan were decided to adopt a child back in the days they believed they would never have their own. After Matilda was born, they didn’t really talk about it anymore – they felt too blessed, too lucky that they’ve gotten her and they were happy.

But the thoughts of adoption never truly left their heads and Chiara knew that especially Ethan considered the option often. She could see him talking to Matilda when she asked for a sister or a brother for her birthday, she saw the dreamy smile as they spoke about little kids.

And it was not like she was against the idea of adopting a child – quite the opposite. She grew up with two siblings and her brother and sister were one of the best parts of her childhood. She wished she could give Matilda the same feeling, the same love she recieved at her age. She just felt like she would be asking for too much, like it would be selfish to want another little human that would make them happy, when they already had one.

Those thoughts were not rational, but they were there and they slowed her decisions down.

„Yes, I would,“ Ethan nodded after a long while, looking straight into Chiara’s eyes.

He would never push her. But he wouldn’t lie either.

Chiara nodded and leaned in to press a soft kiss on Ethan’s mouth, pouring her emotions into it, her excitement with the idea just as strong as her anxiety.

Deep down, she knew that the decision has just been made. That no matter how openly they talked about it or expressed themselves, all three Ramseys wished to share their love and happiness with another soul.

#open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x matilda

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Of Ice and Blood

Part 8

Supposedly everything I post consecutively is one part, but I always reach the 250 block limit everytime so I am forced to cut it off! It's all good though, I just hope you don't mind that.

Anyways, enjoy reading! I'll be working on my requests after I post this and the slasher fic in my works.

Edit: Holy sh*t I thought it wouldn't fit but it did! (And I meant the word count you dirty lil thing—) This will be the longest part in the series yet (since 4.3k words fit perfectly)

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Fem!Human/Reader)

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: None :)

Contains: f l u f f (and maybe too much blushing but I have no regrets)

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You let the student call the police as you tied up four unconscious men using their clothing. You left when you heard the distant sound of sirens and trusted her to explain what had transpired in the alley. You bid her farewell, resuming your walk to your destination. You breathed out your exhaustion, the little energy you got from a short nap earlier got spent punching people again.

"So...that was..."

"Expected." The orc supplied when you trailed off.

"Mm...Yeah."

Expected, both disappointing and frustrating. You did your best not to snap at the kid for it and only hoped she understood and learned.

The sun had already sunk long ago, but there was still a myriad of warm colors. Very subtle, but there. Each passing second transitioning it into a darker shade until little specks of light became visible. The sky...black in a matter of minutes. Street lamps lit your path as shops both closed and opened for the night with people saying hello and goodbye.

"Thank you, by the way. For uh, earlier." You got careless. Too careless than you usually are.

You shivered at the thought of what might've been the outcome.

He only nodded, along with a grunt of affirmation beside you.

"Are you mad?" you whispered. Was he angry at you being a stupid idiot and rushing straight into danger?

"No, just, "—he sighed, rubbing his forehead with his fingers—"worried." His scent was clearly not just of worry. He was also scowling.

Tai'chi was very worried about you, he always had ever since you met, which wasn't long but he felt a strong need to protect you, even if you could handle yourself well on your own. Oh, but he was angry, enraged within at those men who harmed the poor student, especially at the one who almost stabbed you at the back. If they were in his stronghold they would've been fed to the wargs.

No, he would've torn them apart himself.

You didn't speak again until you arrived at your place, finally. You're not rich and even if you were you have no desire to live in those luxurious and super expensive condos. You preferred to have something homey, small, as long as it had what you needed for comfort and safety, you were content.

It also saves a lot of money for future expenses and emergencies.

"So, uhm, welcome." You said as you unlocked your door after several tries on putting the key in. Tai'chi ducked considerably under it, his large frame barely making it through.

You took off your shoes, placed them on the side, and kept your socks on. He followed suit, taking off his boots, coming out barefooted.

It wasn't smelly, which was pretty surprising.

You headed to your kitchen and prepare dinner for both of you, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you in your tracks.

"I will cook." Tai'chi spoke and you immediately replied, stuttering.

"I-I should be the one cooking for you! It's not right. I'm the host and you're the guest it shouldn't be—"

"Pearl, I will cook." He asserted, his voice deep and confident, you sighed as it made you relent. You'd make a mess if you did anyway, might chop your hand off with a knife or dunk your head in the pot.

"Fine. But next time I'll do something for you instead," you groaned.

The orc grunted once before he stepped past you and into your kitchen while you plodded to your room.

Tai'chi paused for a moment to take in the details of your house. It was fairly small. From where he stood, his head was a foot away from touching the ceiling. To his left was an open way to what he assumed was the living room where he could make out half of a brown couch facing away from him. He also noticed a couple of framed photos hanging on a faded orange wall. Tai'chi glanced in the direction where you disappeared, he could hear the faint sound of the shower going on.

Good.

Not wanting to waste any more time, he started preparing dinner for the two of you, making use of what was present in your humble home. You had a similarly humble kitchen with a simple stovetop and double-door cupboards.

A decent-sized (a/n: everything is small to him okay) refrigerator sat in the corner where he found some meat in its freezer, quite a huge portion for such a small person like you, but then again he witnessed firsthand how much you could eat, and eat like an orc you did. Tai'chi reached inside to grab the meat but met resistance. He subconsciously yanked the frozen thing off, his eyes widened when he realized what he did, nearly topping over the whole appliance. Tai'chi sheepishly adjusted the refrigerator back in its place, before he looked for other ingredients while he carefully moved around to avoid any more mishaps.

You went inside your bedroom, groggy and disgusting as you pulled off your clothes and threw them in a basket just outside your bathroom. You stepped inside and took a long, hot, well-deserved shower to get that dried sweat and blood off of your body. After you rinsed down, you sunk yourself in your little tub, sighing in content as you tried your best not to fall asleep. You shuddered and trapped yourself in a daze, enjoying the hot water around your naked form, relaxing in the aromatherapy you made for yourself as you hummed a tune, letting your thoughts wander.

The precision of that throw was simply scary. But also cool...mm. Awesome.

I wonder what happened to the Silverstones...

Courting, huh...who would've thought I'd be courted by an orc. I wonder what that entails...

Wait, I'll be courting him too, right?

"..."

You got out when the wrinkling started. Your muscles were still aching but less so than before. You used a towel to dry down before wearing a black oversized shirt, you had about 6 of them in your wardrobe 'cause hey, not one to dress up fancy and flashy. Plus blood gets splattered on your clothes a lot, it would be a waste of time and money. You also slipped inside your favorite pair of dark grey joggers, the one you always wore when you were at home. They were comfy!

You let your hair fall over your shoulders and back since it was still damp. When you got out the scent of cooked food engulfed you, wafting from your right.

Oh, how mouth-watering it was.

You tiptoed to your kitchen to peek at what Tai'chi cooked up. Unfortunate when you couldn't see anything with his broad physique was blocking your line of sight on the table.

"I could smell you, you know."

You almost, almost let out a yelp. You wiped your drool with the hem of your shirt.

"I- uh-"

He chuckled, "You must be starving. I—" Words died in his throat when he turned around to look at you.

He gawked.

You surprised him for the nth time today. There you stood before him, relaxed and freshly cleaned up, a whiff of mint reached his nose, your shampoo perhaps, mixed with your scent. You didn't have your mask on, which gave him a full look at your face, your lips were a little chapped, half-lidded eyes showing your exhaustion.

"Is there something on my face?"

"N-No." He stuttered as he tried to get something out. "Ehem, no. You just look... I'm done with dinner, you— we should eat, and then we can talk." Tai'chi said as he moved to take a chair and sat across you. You let that go, in favor of sating your hunger.

His cheeks were a bit darker in shade than his skin, but that slipped away as the dinner in front of you grabbed your full attention. It looked and smelled like pork curry. Was it pork curry? It's like something straight out of a Ghibli movie.

Bite-sized chunks of meat, diced potatoes, and carrots coated with a rich syrupy brown soup together with a modest –at least to both of you– portion of rice next to it. It was simple, but the way it tempted your senses implied that there was something more than what meets the eye, and your nose.

Or it's your gluttony speaking, probably.

You picked up your spoon and wondered if it's as good as it appears to be. You gulped, audibly.

You brought a small portion into your mouth, nearly falling off of your seat as you resisted the urge to make any sound that would outright embarrass you, but lo, as you took another spoonful, you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a moan. Your eyes widened and immediately covered your face with two hands as you felt it heat up.

You chewed and swallowed before you squeaked out, "I-I-I'm so sorry! It- It's just so yummy and tasty and I— it's amazing, and uh..." You trailed off and groaned, at a loss of words in your embarrassment. You risked to part your fingers and peek at him. He met your gaze and you hid again. His cheeks were in a darker hue than before. Was he flustered like you? Oh no, you shouldn't have done that, now he will think you're being weird!

Tai'chi cleared his throat and you removed your hands but refused to make eye contact with him, your face still hot.

"We... We should eat." He said, stiff and trying to seem indifferent. But that sound you made would forever be engraved into his mind, it was both cute, and, well, sensual.

Okay fine, it was somehow arousing, but he has it under control, he will keep his damn urges in check, even if it means jumping out of the window just to make sure he won't scare you away. He's an orc of honor for goodness' sake, he swore an oath, he will keep it.

You ate fast but paused to savor the food, minus any embarrassing noises, thankfully. The curry was rich and a bit spicy, the pork was soft and tender as you chewed at it easily, juicy as it is, along with the potatoes and carrots, both cooked and prepared with obvious care. You almost cried from the combination of flavors you nearly forgot it was just curry you're eating.

But damn, this is the best curry you've eaten your whole life.

It was minutes later when you finished your fourth heaping plate of food. Tai'chi had five. He made a lot which was great, considering how your plates were wiped clean as if they weren't used in the first place.

Damn, you ate like you didn't eat for a week.

With some regained energy, you stood and took the dishes before Tai'chi could even stop you, putting them in the sink and washing them, quick and thorough. Once you were done with that, you went back to your seat, ducked your head, and stared at your lap.

"..."

"I... Thank you for the food. It was really delicious and great and everything! And, uhm, you made the pork curry like a pro and I never tasted anything so fulfilling, —my mother will beat me if she heard that—and it was a simple curry but I, it's just so, so—" you huffed, "mind-blowing!" You were rambling, you knew. You looked up when he didn't say anything.

H-He's grinning...

"Thank you. I pride myself in my skill in the kitchen and I'm happy what I made for you was satisfying." Tai'chi thumped his chest, showing that he was very honoured to hear your words. He's never telling you he almost broke your fridge though.

"It was great!" You exclaimed right after him, throwing your hands up. It was truly great. He grinned even wider at this, that dark shade still present in his cheeks, though you were no better as you could feel the warmth on your own.

"Then I am beyond happy and honored to hear that from you," liga lul, he stated, only saying of the last part in his head.

You smiled at each other.

"Is now a good time to discuss my kind's courting rituals?" Taichi asked after a minute of sitting there in silence.

"Y-Yes, please," you replied. "So, how do orcs court someone?"

He straightened up in his seat.

"We show off to the one we're interested in, basically speaking. Ranging from skills in fighting to proving that we could provide for our...mate." He paused, watching you closely.

You nodded for him to continue. Not gonna lie, that last part made your heart skip a beat. Mate, huh.

"We," he coughed, "we also chase or fight off other suitors, be it threatening them or engaging them in battle. And if they attempt to kidnap or hurt the person courted in any way, they will suffer the wrath of an orc."

"So, they'll...die?"

"Yes, or so that's what it usually was back home. Here, in this city, it's a crime to kill someone just for that reason, but it is law among us. No one would bat an eye if someone gets beheaded just because they were foolish enough to insult the person an orc is courting."

"Oh," pretty brutal but okay. "Is there an option where they don't get murdered or..." You asked, waving your hand around. Killing because of an insult is going overboard, in your opinion, but then again, anyone would be furious if their potential partner gets slandered or taken away forcefully.

"When the courted wills it. It is always up to them to decide the fate of those who tried to harm them, and the orc must take their words into action."

"Oh, good. I really don't want you getting in trouble just because someone called me a freak and all," you said. You looked at your hands, calloused and a little rough from experience. Scars were littered over your body and you hid them well from any curious eye with your long sleeves and pants. Though right now, some of the scars on your arms were visible.

You jerked when you felt his large hand grab your arm and moved along to yours, rubbing his thumb on the back of it, his brows furrowed as he looked at you.

"They are wrong to call you that."

"And everyone's a piece of shit to call you a beast, a savage, or a murderer," you followed up in an instant.

His expression softened, and you smiled, ignoring how your heart hammered in your chest as he continued to caress your hand.

Tai'chi could feel your pulse, beating so fast he was scared for your health. But he was happy to know he could make you feel this way, his own heart was thumping loudly in his chest too.

"As I said before, we would show that we could provide for our potential partners. We would bring to them our best kills from hunts, offer gifts crafted by ourselves if we have the skill, if not, we will buy them tokens and things that remind us of them or what pleases them."

"Wait," you interrupted, "when you insisted on cooking dinner, was that a part of courting?"

He gave you a small smile as he scratched his sideburns, sheepish like a little child caught stealing candy.

"Yes." He answered, rather quiet than his usual booming voice.

"Uhm, I must say, it was really amazing. Your cooking, I mean. And thank you, again."

"The pleasure's all mine," he replied. "Building houses or fixing the courted's current one is also a part of it."

"You're not gonna build me house right away, are you?" You joked, but then he didn't reply. "Wait, you're serious? But we're still studying and—"

"I am serious about building a house for, uh, the two of us," he interrupted, "but yes, I understand our current situation won't allow that to happen...yet."

"H-How long does the courting last?" You couldn't help but ask. He's talking about building you a house someday and you don't even know how old he is! No connection to what you're fumbling about but yeah, your mind is messed up. You are curious though...his age.

"It usually lasts for six months, to give time to get to know each other but also not prolong the courting stage so they could proceed to the next, but there are times when it lasts longer than that. You will have absolute control over how fast or slow we proceed in the courtship. That means it's up to you on when to end it and decide whether you'll...take me as your mate, or turn me down."

"Sounds pressuring but okay." You want to, like, combust right now.

He chuckled.

"Pressuring? No, no, please do not be pressured. Your word is law and I will face death by my family's ax if I disobey your final decision."

"Again with the death thingy!" You were appalled at how extreme orcs were.

"Us orcs are very strict and firmly tied to our traditions, but I can say we are changing. It is slow, but change nonetheless."

"I have a question," you raised your free hand out of habit.

Tai'chi nodded.

"I hope this is won't offend but how old are you?"

There, you said it. Oh fuck, you hoped it wasn't offending. Shit it was— asking his age, seriously?

"How old do you think I am?" He questioned, teasing you, a smirk on his lips catching you off guard.

"What? Noooo that's not an answer! I can't guess, you might get angry."

"I won't," he supplied right after. Why would he be? In fact, he is pretty much enjoying himself just watching you fidget with your ears slightly tinted pinkish. By the gods, he wants to touch them.

You sighed.

You stared at him, avoiding eye-contact as you tilted your head to get a good look at his features. He had a long and narrow scar you didn't spot before, in a lighter green color on the left side of his face. It wasn't noticeable if you stare at him up-front. It went down his neck and ended just above his collar bone. You wondered what caused it.

The orc was rough, his double tusks sharp and intimidating, even horrifying to another set of eyes but to you, he was attractive and rugged, his scent alluring and you only found him more fascinating each passing second. The scars he had enticed your curiosity but you weren't gonna ask about it, yet.

You always thought the standards set by society are rather absurd. You looked back at the time when someone asked you what your type was, along with showing you different pictures of men, human men, which were deemed "hot" (with quotation marks, yes) by most people. You didn't answer because; one, you don't know them; two, you couldn't tell what their personality was because you can't scent them; and three, it only annoyed you. People found you even weirder after that. Ironically deeming you senseless for not having an eye for beauty. No taste or missing out, they said.

But one's beauty wasn't found in sight alone.

You hummed to yourself. His hair was rich black, no trace of graying, so maybe he's not so old? 30s? How fast do orcs grow up? Do they even age? What do they look like when they were children?

You were brought back to the present when he gently squeezed your hand.

"Oh— uh, 35?" You blurted out, a bit panicked. As far as you know no one is as....buff as him in your age— but wait he's an orc!

"Oh no wait that's—"

You were cut off by a loud snort followed by a boisterous laugh coming out of Tai'chi, making you more embarrassed than you already are. His guffaw shook your apartment you swear your neighbors are filing a noise complaint tomorrow with how much he was laughing and you raising your voice.

"No," he said, "no actually, I'm still in my 23rd year. Do I really look that old?" He questioned as he chortled.

"23rd?! But you're— you're," you gestured at him. He's just five years older than you (which isn't long period of time you think) but he's— he's fucking huge! What the hell did they eat up North?

"Yes," he laughed again, amused by your reaction. "Believe it or not I am. Orcs begin training at age 6" he shifted the topic, "The adults would let them choose their desired weapon and craft to pursue, but also allowed them to experience all selections, from swords, battle axes, hammers, and many more, along with skills and crafts like hunting, blacksmithing, combat, construction, even basket weaving.

"I went on my first hunt when I was 12 and brought a stag back home. I tamed my first warg at 15, named him Nadul, Orcish for 'night'."

"6 year old me snuck out of the house during nap time to collect twigs in the woods while you were wielding weapons and—"

"That is correct,"

"And you had a pet warg?" You knew what wargs are, you read about them when you were in high school, along with other animals that fascinated you. They looked like large wolves with the stature of an adult grizzly bear and can carry a full-grown orc into battle.

"Have," he corrected, his fluffy buddy was still very much alive and well the last time he went back to visit his home, which was three months ago. He doubted anything could take down Nadul, not even a Frostbear, he was the one who trained him after all.

"I still can't believe you're 23. You look so..."— you were not gonna say old, no— "mature."

"At a different rate from humans, yes."

Of course they do. You got so much to learn about orcs, and him.

"And you? How old are you?"

"19."

"Oh? You look 13 with how little you are,"

You didn't expect him to be playful like this, but you went along.

"Hey! I'm only small compared to you, you giant!" True, you were a tad shorter than most girls your age but it has its perks! You'd save a lot of money from buying clothes just because you grew rather slowly. "And in fact, I'm still growing!"

"So am I." He grinned, smugness painted all over his face.

"Noooo, if you keep growing you won't fit through the doorway!" You whined, pouting at how much of a tease he was being.

He found it adorable, the way your lower lip was upturned as you looked at him. The sudden urge to pat you rose but he didn't act on it.

"Do not worry, us orcs stop growing in our 25th year," or not. "And I will make sure to feed and treat you good so you'll become taller!" he stated confidently. Tai'chi was about to laugh again, but he froze with his jaw open when you turned real red, your ears tinted and your lips quivered, unable to speak out anything.

That last part, made your face feel like fire just kissed it, twice. Panicked and having no idea what to retort, you let your head fall on the table with a thud. You gripped his hand tight and took silent breaths to calm your thumping heart down.

"Y-Yeah... I..I l-look forward to that, Tai'chi." You were able to say that at least.

He gave a soft grunt as he looked at you on the table.

You were very flustered, he scented. His comment-sort-of-declaration was clearly the reason. But oh, he had no regrets. He will make sure you're healthy and well-fed, and it's just one way of showing off with his skills.

That's only the beginning.

You were in for some Orcish surprises.

You sat in comfortable silence again for a while, just taking in each other's scents, soothing and calming your hammering heart. Tai'chi continued to caress your hand, gentle for such a big orc like him. He could snap your neck with two fingers alone, but he remained careful like he was holding a thing so delicate.

Tai'chi could feel your pulse slow down to a normal rate, your scent shifted to that of a relaxed state and something fuzzy. He can't call you his yet, you just met today but you already got him wrapped around your tiny fingers. First, he will court you and show his admiration, prove his worth. And you, yourself, turning it into love the more you spend time together, he knows it will.

And he'll surely be damned to let this chance slip. Not once did he took interest in getting a mate before, his mind too busy and filled with his responsibilities along with studies in other kind's culture, and taking care of his siblings.

But back then and there, something pulled on his heart, the way your eyes stared into his for seconds that felt longer than eternity itself. An exaggeration, but that's what he felt.

He found you.

You were about to doze off so you removed your head from the table and tried to blink away your sleepiness, the light hurting you a little. You should get to bed soon, your first class starts at 8 in the morning. You stared at Tai'chi, admiring that blue eyes of his, its hue similar to that of lapis lazuli, you thought.

"I should take my leave now. We need to rest, especially you." Tai'chi said when he saw how tired you appeared, you were barely keeping your eyes open. He stood up from his seat, lightly pulling you up with him. You shook your head, rubbing your eyes as you led him to your door.

"Keep safe," you bid once he was ready to go.

"You as well... I will see you tomorrow."

"Mm, g'night."

Tai'chi breathed through his nose before he placed a kiss on your forehead. It was brief, but it sent a pleasant warmth all over your body. You were too sleepy to even bother being shy now, so you only smiled at him.

"Goodnight, lak'mar lul." He gazed at you, sighing before he stepped out of your apartment.

You stood there for a moment before you checked your door and made sure it was deadlocked. You killed the lights off as you sluggishly trudged to your bed. Darkness enveloped your home, a welcome one. You crawled to the middle and tucked yourself under the dark blue cotton sheets.

You were out like a light once you settled down. Much too many things happened right after another, draining you to an exhaustingly low point. You only prayed you'd feel better in the morning.

Your last thought was about how warm the orc was, and how, for some reason, his scent, his presence, felt like a home you never had, which was saying something since you had encountered a lot of scents in your life, both good and bad. You hugged your pillow tight as you succumbed to a dreamless slumber.

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I'm putting this off for a bit to give time for requests and other WIPs. But if a random continuation pops out I'll have to write it down and set it aside for editing later.

Thank you for reading!

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