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xpao-bearx · 1 year

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"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

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NOTES: Y'ALL the way my jaw literally DROPPED when not even H A L F a minute after I posted the first part, you guys were already exploding my notifs which I wasn't expecting AT ALL I swear Oscar Isaac's really got us sluts in a chokehold O_o

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU!!! 😭❤️❤️❤️ This is truly wonderful and encourages me a lot, especially since this is my first ever Moon Knight fic AND the first time a story of mine blew up this much! This is also great cuz I've been terribly sick, but of course ✨️priorities✨️ I gotta shower our Moon Boys with some much deserved lovin' and it's just so fucking nice to see that it's paying off! \(^o^)/ I was so happy and inspired that I couldn't resist and just HAD to write this second part ASAP!

Dissociative identity disorder is also briefly mentioned here and if I made any mistakes, then I apologize and please kindly correct me. And I feel like the ending may be a bit rushed, but it's the best my tiny brain could think of!

I'll shut up now and I'm very proud and excited to present... PART 2!!! 🥳 And if you'd like to be tagged for any of the next parts, feel free to tell me!

Also Marc does something very asshole-y here oop

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Part 2: You made me feel I've nothing to hide

After work, instead of heading home, you rushed straight to the nearest boutique to buy yourself a new dress for tomorrow night. The butterflies in your stomach were doing somersaults and you felt as if you could spontaneously burst into song like in those cheesy musicals your former college roommate was so obsessed with.

You knew the employees were all looking at you oddly as you constantly giggled to yourself like some lovesick schoolgirl while you perused through endless racks of the latest fashion. Of course you knew you were acting ridiculous--crazy--but wasn't that what attraction or, dare you say, love did to you?

Besides, you wanted tomorrow to go perfectly. In your eyes, Steven Grant was already perfect--perfectly imperfect or imperfectly perfect, you didn't know or care which was which. You just knew that you liked him. A lot.

And it relieved and pleased you to the moon and back that he actually felt the same! So, who cares what anyone else thought?

You just hoped that after tomorrow, Steven would like you enough to go on another date. And another. Then another...

Maybe you were looking--wishing--too far into the future, but you swore you could almost hear wedding bells chiming in the distance.

God, is this what happens after being a total virgin for twenty-something years? There was absolutely nothing wrong with being a virgin, but your insecurity bugged you. What if you weren't at all what Steven expected?

But another part of you, a positive ray of sunshine, clobbered all your doubts. For once, you were going to be brave! You were going to take a leap of faith! You were going to control your life!

Because, in the end...it was worth it. Steven was worth it. Sure, you've experienced various crushes throughout your life, but not like this. Not with Steven. This felt more...serious. Adult.

It felt as if right from the get-go crossing fates with "Steven with a V", your life was about to change--for the better.

Of course you were afraid, and yet you've also never been more sure of something in your entire existence. You've been waiting this long and you're glad you did, and now you were ready to jump head first (and head over heels) into whatever adventure was in store for you--with Steven.

You then squealed excitedly when you spotted the perfect dress, ignoring the judgmental stares other customers shot you as you hurriedly grabbed it like a child in a toy store.

Yes, tomorrow was going to be a dream come true.

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You arrived at the restaurant thirty minutes early. It was totally embarrassing how eager you were, but you couldn't help yourself. Though at least with how early you were, you snagged a good table overlooking the restaurant's beautiful back garden strung with fairy lights and you can have some time to calm down before Steven came.

And you looked stunning. Your hair tumbled down in elegant waves, light makeup adoring your face and donning the contact lenses you rarely used. And the dress you bought fit like a glove; it was the shortest dress you now owned, stopping around your thighs. It was baby blue and had an off-the-shoulder style with some frills, and it hugged your figure just right.

You felt very self-conscious. You've always fancied clothes like this, but never actually had the guts to wear them--until now. Did it really suit you? But you couldn't deny that you were happy and, truly, isn't that all that mattered?

"Shall I get you started, ma'am?" A waitress snapped you back to reality and you shook your head.

"Not yet, thank you. I'm still waiting for my...date." The word made you blush furiously, as if sharing a dirty little secret.

The waitress smiled and nodded, leaving you by yourself once more as you sighed wistfully.

You took out your phone from your purse, checking the time. 6:45 p.m. Alright, not too long now. And you double checked that the address you texted Steven was correct, which it is.

You settled back in your chair, peering over the garden and giggling softly.

"I'm right here for you, Steven."

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"It's about time, innit?" Steven murmured, glancing over anxiously at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. It was already eight p.m., a whole hour past your meeting time (not to mention he arrived embarrassingly early). And he was just informed by one of the servers that the restaurant was closing in thirty minutes, to which a pitiful look was also casted to him.

"It's not 'about time', Steven. It's late." Marc gruffly pointed out, Steven seeing Marc's reflection glaring back at him from the shiny silver flower vase set in the middle of the table. "Face it: she's NOT coming."

"Don't you dare say that." Steven's voice was barely above a whisper, but there was a certain edge to it that one would normally not hear from the soft man. "Y/N would never do that. Not her. She's just running late, I'm sure. Traffic and all."

"Oh, please, we both know that even the traffic here doesn't take this long." Marc scoffed. "Stop kidding yourself, Steven. She's. NOT. Coming."

Steven frowned, and with a shaky hand he pulled out his phone. He should've called you since way earlier. It was the logical thing to do, after all. But he was...scared. Scared that, maybe, a terrifying maybe, Marc was right.

He found your number and called you, pressing his phone to his ear as it began to ring. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until you finally picked up, voice groggy.

"Hello..?"

"Y/N..." Steven heaved a relieved exhale. "Hey, uh, I'm at the restaurant. Guess you got stuck in traffic?" He chuckled halfheartedly.

A long, dreadful pause. And then:

"Fucking EXCUSE me?"

Steven's eyes widened, having never heard you swear before. He was just about to ask what was wrong when you continued without skipping a beat.

"Are you playing with me, Steven? Is this what it is?!" You definitely sounded angry, but he didn't miss the faint sniffles coming from you. Shit, were you crying? What the hell was happening?

"How can you be such a...such a DICK?!" You shouted, causing him to jerk his phone a few inches away from his ear. "I fucking waited for you like a total idiot until closing time, you prick! You never showed and you never answered my calls! What the fuck can you POSSIBLY gain from toying with me, huh?!"

"W-Wait, I don't understand!" Steven was nearly hyperventilating, all the colour draining from his face and his mind running a mile a minute. "I-I'm here! Right now! D-Didn't we agree? Friday night, seven p.m.?"

You were dead silent. Steven was going to check if the call was still connected when you beat him to it.

"Steven... It's Sunday."

Steven froze. Then his eyes landed on Marc's reflection, refusing to meet his gaze and it clicked.

"Y/N." Steven said slowly, steadily, despite feeling like crying himself. His eyes were still on Marc, cold and pissed. "Please. I promise I have an explanation. I just... God, can we meet? Y/N, please, I'll come to you."

"No need." Tears threatened to spill from Steven's despondent eyes at your flat response, before you suddenly added: "I'll come to you. You said you were at the restaurant, right? Stay there."

You ended the call, and Steven flared at Marc--no longer caring if other people perceived him as a lunatic fighting with himself.

"Why the fuck would you do that, Marc?"

"Steven..." Marc struggled to find the right words, and the asshole actually had the audacity to look ashamed. "Listen, she's nothing but a distraction--"

"You always think you know better, yeah?" Steven laughed humourlessly. "A distraction? YOU stop kidding yourself, Marc. This is not just your life, but mine. And it's about fucking time you stop being such a selfish bastard!"

"Um, sir?" Steven winced, greeted by a baffled waiter. "We'll be closing soon, so I'm gonna have to ask you to leave if you're not ordering anything."

Humiliated and repeatedly babbling apologies, Steven abruptly sprang out of his chair and dashed outside. He sighed deeply and collapsed listlessly on the ground, finally allowing the tears to fall.

He vaguely heard footsteps approaching until he saw a pair of worn bunny slippers in front of him. His eyes heavily dragged upwards, finding you staring back at him with an unreadable expression and breaths coming out in ragged pants.

"Y/N!" Steven jumped up, surprised you actually came despite the way he--the way Marc--treated you. Your bloodshot eyes and the dried tears on your cheeks only made him feel even shittier, much more fucked up than any beating he suffers on a mission.

Because at least with those, he can be confident that he and the boys would win no matter the challenge. But with you?

He had everything to lose.

Your hair was a total mess; glasses slightly crooked and you were in your pyjamas, a matching set of a purple tank top and shorts with stars and moons. The only thing you had covering you was a purple silk robe, drawing it closer to your chilly body as your eyes narrowed at Steven.

You should be mad at him, and you were. Still, despite everything, you hopped on to the first bus you saw and scrambled the rest of the way here as fast as you could.

But now that you were here...what in Khonshu's name were you going to do? You could scream at him with all the pain you haven't had the pleasure to release like you did on the phone, but you'd just be wasting your breath. Then again, he wasn't lying. He really is here. And it confused you more than anything.

And seeing him like this, looking so...sad. Well, it made you sad. Him miserably clenching onto a heart shaped chocolate box, fat globs of tears cascading down his cheeks as he gawked at you with his pretty doe brown eyes.

You raised your hand, and Steven shut his eyes as he braced himself for the slap he very much deserved--only to be met with your soft palm, wiping away his tears tenderly.

"Explain to me, Steven."

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The travel to Steven's apartment was spent in deafening silence, but it brought upon a strange sort of comfort. Unconsciously, you hugged Steven's black jacket that he had offered you earlier even closer to your much smaller frame. It soothed your nerves, being completely enveloped in his smell; fresh soap with a hint of musky cologne.

Once you reached his unit, you couldn't help but smile. It was just so...Steven. It was a bit messy, but a good kind of messy. You didn't really know how to describe it, but it warmed your heart especially when you saw a giant fish tank with only one goldfish.

"Cuppa tea?" Steven asked to which you shook your head, facing him fully.

"No. I'm a 'get over it' kinda girl so whatever your explanation is, I'd rather we just nip it in the bud." You huffed before you halted, biting your lip. "Oh, uh, sorry... Of course, if you wanna have tea, you can. It's your home, after all."

Steven laughed, his first real laugh that entire day. "Are you always this nice to blokes you should be mad at?"

"Only if they are really into Egyptology and have beautiful brown eyes and gorgeous curls." You rolled your eyes though you couldn't suppress your grin before you cleared your throat, getting a hold of your stupid giddy self. "Now, explain."

Steven's demeanour instantly shifted, serious now and quite uneasy. But he nodded and gestured towards the couch. You walked over and plopped down, Steven sitting next to you and keeping a respectful couple inches between the two of you.

He looked down at the ground, carefully considering his words before meeting your gaze solemnly. "Have you ever heard of dissociative identity disorder?" You nodded, previously learning about it in Psychology class and researching about it due to personal interest. "That's...what I have. I'm an alter within a system, and there are two others--Marc Spector and Jake Lockley."

"Am I correct to assume that when you asked me out...it wasn't actually you?"

Steven blinked, rather startled that you were taking this so well. "Yes. Jake was the one who asked you out."

"Was he also the one who didn't show up for the date?"

"No, that would be Marc." He grumbled. "And listen, I'm truly sorry about him. He's a right twit. It may not have been me who didn't show up, but that absolutely doesn't excuse the hurt it caused you. I am so, so sorry, Y/N."

Your brows furrowed, mulling over this new revelation. But...you believed him, especially when it explained all those times you secretly caught Steven muttering incoherently to himself or staring at his reflection and quietly reacting to something. You were curious about more, of course, but Steven didn't have any reason to lie about such a serious matter. And if he was lying, there were plenty of other things he could say. But the way he acted, and just the look in his eyes--he knew the risks of opening up to you, but he did it anyway.

You clasped his hands in yours, sighing. "I know I look calm right now, but trust me, I'm freaking the fuck out." You chuckled, and Steven felt safe enough to join you. "But... I trust you, Steven. And I believe you. Tell me one thing, though. Are you...into me? Like, at all?"

"Of course I am!" He replied in a flash, making you both pause before erupting into easy laughter. "Why would you even have to ask that, love?"

"It's just... Well, if Jake was the one who asked me out, it made me wonder if you really did like me." You mumbled, looking away.

Steven gently grasped your chin, tipping your face back towards him. "I've liked you since the day we met, Y/N. In your pink skirt and the cute little pigtails you had." He smiled, eyes so amorous and gleaming with sincerity. "Truth is, I've wanted to ask you out since forever. I'm just not as...forward as Jake is."

"And that's fine. But hey, we gotta thank him 'cause Lord knows I'd just spiral into a panic attack if I ever made the first move." You chuckled. But it gradually died down as Steven continued to stare at you, and you never thought you would ever have someone look at you the way Steven did; as if you were precious treasure hidden within a sacred tomb.

Slowly, ever so slowly, your body started moving of its own accord. You were leaning closer, closer, closer--a mere breath away from his lips before he piped up.

"I'm also Khonshu's Avatar!"

"Say what?"

"Um, well, you see--" He stammered, mentally slapping himself.

'Don't say anything, Steven.' Marc warned, and it took all of Marc's willpower not to seize control and actually slap Steven.

But it was too late now. Steven already said too much, but he wanted to be honest with you. Utterly so. And since you wanted to nip this in the bud, now was the best time more than anything.

"Erm... You've seen the news, yeah?" He didn't grant you the chance to respond as he rambled. "Masked vigilantes... Moon Knight and Mr. Knight? They're actually...Marc and I."

"Steven, this is--"

"I'll show you, Y/N. I'll summon the suit."

"Summon the soup? What is happening--"

Steven stood up, and a split second later there was a whirl of white. And sure enough, there was none other than one half of the mysterious heroes you've been seeing a lot on the news recently; his glowing white eyes locked with yours, crisp ivory suit and batons clutched tightly in his hands.

"Look, I know this is a lot to take in--"

"Handsome..." You blurted out before you can restrain yourself.

"Huh?" Steven blushed underneath the mask, and you were the same as your cheeks tinted crimson. Then you rose from the couch, closing the gap between you two and removing his mask.

His curls stuck every which way and his eyes were as wide as the full moon, making you giggle. "You're so handsome, Steven. And yeah, this is a fucking lot to take in. To be honest, a part of me is still wondering if this is all just a dream." You reached up, caressing the side of his face sweetly and smiling. "But...thank you. Thank you for being honest with me."

His batons dropped to the floor, trembling hands hesitantly settling on your hips. You noticed his Adam's apple bob as he looked down at you, tears once again glistening in his eyes. Happiness, relief, adoration--how can so many exhilarating emotions crash over him all at once?

"Can I be more honest?" He whispered, resting his forehead against yours as he gazed deeply into your eyes. "I...want you to stay with me."

Your cheeks hurt from how impossibly wide your smile has stretched, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling his nose with yours.

"I'm staying whether you like it or not, Steven with a V."

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cyn-write · 6 months

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"Heaven's Light"

Summary: Rollo has been eyeing y/n since her arrival, seeing you as the diamond amongst coals. At the Ball, his feelings culminate into a confession, but he didn't expect her reply...

Pairing: Rollo×F!Reader

Warnings: Y/n is lonely and ignored by NRC boy, first love, possible OOC, not edited, Lots of Fluff, the Rollo brain rot is real

Note: This is a lot longer than I intended! I hope everyone going through Rollo brain rot enjoys and if you are interested in reading an SFW or NSFW epilogue, let me know! If you would like to read the other parts in what I am calling my "Glomas Series" I will put links below! "She Blazes Me Beyond all Control" ft. Azul, Idia, and Malleus "I Feel Her, I See Her " ft. Riddle, Deuce, Ruggie, and Jamil

"Who might you be miss?"

Y/n gave a kind smile and nodded her head in greeting "I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you," she stayed next to Trein as she was there as his assistant.

"Yuu is our magicless perfect of Ramshackle. She will be working as my assistant throughout the trip," Trein added.

She felt Rollo's eyes scan her, and, unlike his greetings to the rest, he held out a hand. Being poilet, she offered her hand as well, and he lifted it to his lips, grazing her knuckles quickly.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, y/n. I understand it must be difficult, being surrounded by mages every second of the day. I hope you get a chance to relax this trip." Y/n blushed at the motion and bit her lower lip. All the while she could feel some of the others glaring daggers at her and Rollo.

"I-I'll do my best..." Y/n replied. Throughout the entire trip, Rollo seemed to gravitate towards y/n and used every excuse to isolate her from the group. They chatted about her difficulties at NRC and at the festival. As they chatted, she felt more and more drawn to the Student Council President

This all accumulated at the Masquerade. Rollo had given Y/n a proper dress for the occasion instead of the attire his counsel had chosen. The red fabric decadently adorned her figure and stunned the NRC boys with its beauty. But before any of them could ask for a dance, Rollo stole y/n away. He whisked her to the dance floor, and they started chatting.

It all felt like a dream, a wonderful, beautiful dream. Even though Rollo had tried to destroy magic, he was also the only person during all her time in Twisted Wonderland that she felt seen. The boys had always pushed her to the side, even when she was the only one whom the fire lotuses couldn't hurt but instead of including her in the plan, she was put on babysitting duty. Even at NRC, she was the one who dealt with the overblots, yet never thanked or even recognized as a full student.

Then she met Rollo and ever since their meeting, he treated her like a person. He recognized all she did for the boys and thanked her for her contributions. He even set aside time to show her around. Y/n never believed in "love at first sight," but ever since Rollo's lips grazed her knuckles, she felt her heart do somersaults around the stoic 3rd year.

Now, he asked her to dance. She felt like the Glass Princess dancing with her prince and just like the Glass Princess, she knew this would only last until Midnight. By this time tomorrow, she would be back at NRC. Back to being invisible.

As the song came to a close, she thought her night was over, but he must have been thinking about the same thing.

"Y/n, can I show you something?" He asked as the music quieted for a small interlude before the next song began. His face may appear as stone, but his blue eyes quivered. He was nervous.

Y/n nodded, "Sure."

Rollo, being a gentleman, offered her his arm. Determined to enjoy the moment, y/n leaned into Rollo as he escorted her out of the ballroom and up to the empty balcony on the upper level of the ballroom. The sun was set and the night sky was stunning, but what Rollo wanted to show y/n was the city at night. It was like a starry night itself as the city lamps and lights twinkled. It was stunning.

"Rollo, this is beautiful..."

"Y/n, stay here with me." Y/n turned to look at Rollo in shock and confusion, "Those fools at NRC do not deserve your purity. They treat you like a ghost. And I-" Rouge graced his pale cheeks and he looked into her (e/c) eyes, "I-I... I can't bear the thought of you leaving. You belong here. with me." He places his cold hand atop hers, "Let this be your sanctuary."

Y/n's heartbeat rose into her throat and before she could properly think what he said through, her heart spoke first, "Yes."

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Rollo was prepared for her to shoot him down, uprooting her heart like they did his flowers. What he wasn't prepared for her to accept.

Nothing this Halloween went as planned. His plot to destroy magic failed, Malleus and the fools at NRC destroyed his flowers, and y/n waltzed into his life.

He had read about true love and deemed it poppycock. There was no such thing. Then he saw her in her NRC uniform and his heart felt like it leaped out of his chest and into the sky. She was a pure flame burning in his chest and distracting him. He tried to ignore it, but any time he saw her that plan quickly became impossible.

He reworked his original plan to ensure she would be unharmed and fall into his arms at the same time. The first part of his plan failed, but he couldn't lose her. She was the last flame he had left.

Rollo was so sure of himself at first. He sent her a new dress, a proper one that enhanced her beauty far more than the one his counsel chose, he fixed the ballroom himself, he made sure to be her first dance, he read up on how to court a lady, prepared what he would say to her as they danced, and how he would ask her to stay and be his. Though much like his original plan with the fire lotuses, the moment he saw her. She was stunning, so stunning that he almost forgot everything he prepared. Thankfully, he regained his composer before he asked her to dance.

Now he felt his nerves resurface as it came time for him to confess. All his confidence and preparation failed to calm his beating heart. Thoughts raced through his mind as they walked to the balcony. What if she says no? What if she rejects me? What if I misread all of our interactions? he thought as they went out into the cool night air. Should I just keep my mouth shut? Abandon ship before it sinks...

Then he saw her eyes light up as she saw the city at night. The lights aglow, the soft mummer of music coming from the ballroom, and he knew he had to try.

"Y/n, stay here with me." He blurted out before he could convince himself otherwise, he decided to let his heart speak for once and not let his head take control. ""Those fools at NRC do not deserve your purity. They treat you like a ghost. And I-" he paused for a second and felt the fire in his chest grow brighter and brighter, "I-I... I can't bear the thought of you leaving. You belong here. with me." He places his cold hand atop hers, "Let this be your sanctuary."

Silence. He averted his eyes and clenched his handkerchief in his pocket.

His doubts returned and he prepared himself for rejection. He started to form a retraction in his mind, but she, yet again, surprised him.

"Yes." She said, her (e/c) eyes glimmered like stars and her voice rang like the Bell of Solace. "I-I'll stay with you."

Rollo felt his heart stop. He looked her in the eyes again and squeezed her hand. "You mean it." He removed his free hand from his handkerchief and placed it tentatively on her cheek, "Y-you'll stay?"

She placed her hand stop his and leaned into his touch, "I do." He could see tears forming in the corner of her eyes, "I don't want to leave you either."

On pure impulse, he pulled her into a tight embrace. Half of him was convinced that she would disappear if he let her go, and the other half was relieved. She felt the same as him. She wanted to be with him.

"Rollo, you're shaking," She commented as she returned his embrace. He didn't realize he was shaking so much. It must be the relief of her accepting his proposal. She looked up at him and placed a hand on his cheek. Her skin was warm and comforting.

"I guess I am..." He said and placed his own hand on top, "This is just what you do to me, my Flame."

She giggled and her melodious laugh made him respond with one of his own. "Do I?" she responded.

"Yes," He gently moved a strand of her hair away from her face and his eyes landed on her lips. Those beautiful red lips beckoned his own, "You have set my heart ablaze and it makes me want to listen to my heart instead of my head."

"And what is your heart telling you to do now?" She asks in a teasing manner.

"To do this," He leaned in and kissed her. it was gentle, nervous at first. Then as he realized she was reciprocating, he deepened the kiss. They parted for a moment to catch their breath before claiming another kiss, then another. Solidifying their love above the City of Flowers.

Rollo may have failed to rid the world of magic, but he found his new Heaven's Light.

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midnightfantasiez · 7 months

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Pleasure Me | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: ever since your boyfriend was featured in the latest issue of Men's Health, you have had a serious "problem" that you were sure that nobody was to ever find out about, that is, until you were caught red-handed by your very own boyfriend, Sangyeon.

PAIRING: model bf! Sangyeon x f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: kissing, making out, masturbation (f!reader), fingering (f!reader receiving), cum tasting (f!reader), oral (f!reader receiving), face riding

WORD COUNT: 1,564

A/N: behold my debut fic on my nsfw blog! 🤓 let's just say i've been super duper horny lately and i may or may not be on a writing spree for sexy sangyeon (pls just accept it lmao) shoutout to my loveliest @juyeonszn for reading it through i love you my bubba 😘❤️

It has been a week since your boyfriend’s nude shots were published in the media and magazines.

Your boyfriend, Sangyeon, has been working in the model industry for over five years, but only a month ago, he received an offer from one of Korea’s top fitness magazines, Men’s Health, for a photo shoot and an interview. At first, you didn’t think much of it since you’ve always known how passionate Sangyeon has been about his health and working out.

Never in a million years would you have thought that he would have to strip and be featured on the cover of the magazine's fall issue.

Sangyeon knew from the beginning how awkward the entire situation would be, and as your boyfriend, he had to consult you first and foremost to see if both of you were on the same page. As much as it somewhat bugged you at first, you reluctantly told him that it was part of his job and he should treat it as an opportunity instead.

It took some time to convince your boyfriend since he placed you first in everything that he did, but eventually, he took on the offer and was finally featured in the recent issue.

Which was when your so-called “problem” began.

You were too shy to admit nor did you want your boyfriend to ever find out about it. If he did, you would definitely throw yourself off a cliff, saying goodbye to this cruel world you live in.

You began masturbating every two days, if not almost every night. You would hide in your bedroom, especially when Sangyeon wasn’t back home from his job, and you would pleasure yourself by touching your body. You would slowly massage your breasts, and the other hand would slide down into your undies to rub your wet core. Sometimes, you would even insert one or two fingers into your entrance, and you’d envision Sangyeon pleasuring you instead.

You knew this whole thing felt so wrong, yet you could never bring yourself to tell your boyfriend about this “problem”. Hence, you decided to keep this little dirty secret to yourself.

It was a late Friday night. Sangyeon had texted you in the morning that he would be coming home late tonight as he had to meet up with some of the staff for his next photo shoot to discuss plans for the upcoming feature magazine. He texted you his usual “goodnight message”, and you did the same.

Mentally, you were doing somersaults in your brain because you had been feeling rather horny today, especially when you accidentally came across a rather sexy novel at your favourite bookstore when you had to run some errands for your company this afternoon. It was just like the idiom you learned in middle school, of how curiosity can kill the cat. And that was exactly what happened tonight.

Once you get home from work in the evening hours, you take a quick shower and have a rather simple dinner that you just easily heat in the microwave before getting yourself all cozy in your bed to read the sexy novella that you have just purchased this afternoon. To set up the mood, you even turned on your fairy lights and lit some aromatic scented candles before lying comfortably to read.

Just as you expected, the book's contents were rather spicy, and the next thing you knew, you found yourself touching your body again. Slowly, your hands slide back into your underwear, and you rub your dripping wet core. This time, you closed your eyes and tried your best to place yourself into the story's main character, attempting to envision the hot hunky male character fingering you.

But instead, that male lead eventually shifted into the vision of your boyfriend. And you eventually find yourself moaning his name.

“Oh my god… S-sangyeon… It feels so good…”

You wanted more, and god you didn’t want him to stop.

“M-more… more… aaahh—”

“Baby, what are you doing?”

That deep voice immediately had you shooting up from your bed, and you immediately turned your head in the direction of the voice.

Oh, hell no.

Why is he back? He was not supposed to be home at least till after 12am!

Not wanting to see or hear more from him, you immediately dived into your bedsheets, muffling a “goodnight, I’m asleep!”, hoping to turn him away. You swear you felt your face burning up so quickly, and your heartbeat was getting way out of control.

It didn’t take long for him to pull back the bedsheets to reveal him staring at your face.

“No no, please go away, Sangyeon! I’m about to sleep!” You protested, hoping he would leave you alone and pretend nothing had happened.

Knowing your boyfriend, though, he is not the type to let things off, especially when it intrigues him.

“I had no idea you sounded so sexy moaning my name aloud like that.” You already could hear his smirking through his voice, and you slowly opened one of your eyes to look at him. Sure enough, he was turned on and placed his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing them while inching his face closer to you.

“Hey, you know you could’ve just told me you wanted me.” He was now pecking you all over your face.

“B-but… aren’t you ashamed.. of this habit of mine?” You asked weakly, and honestly, expecting a negative answer from him.

But he reassures you instead. “Oh baby, if you were not turned on by that cover magazine that I did, then I’m afraid that what I’ve shown isn’t enough to pleasure you.”

This time, he gently lifts and positions you so that you are seated on the bed, facing the full-length mirror you have in your bedroom. He then slowly climbs into bed and sits behind you, his hands roaming your body. Gently, he leans down to your ears and gives you a whisper.

“I want you to look at yourself in the mirror. And whatever happens, don’t stop looking.”

Before you could even ask what was happening, one of his hands immediately travelled down to your underwear and began rubbing your core. Dear God, this time it is happening in real-time, it is your boyfriend’s actual hands that were pleasuring your entrance, one that you have fantasised about for long enough.

“Aww, you’re already so wet for me. Aren’t you a dirty little one?” He teased, before sliding his hands into your underwear to rub while putting some slight pressure on your entrance. Immediately, the moans he had longed to hear filled the entire room, practically music to his ears.

He then used his other free hand to grab hold of your chin to turn your head back towards him as he crashes his lips onto yours, turning the kiss into a rather steamy and messy one. You both would break off in between to grasp for some air, then reconnect your lips again, turning this into a repeated cycle.

“God—Sangyeon—please—”

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you exactly want.”

“Your fingers… inside me… now…”

That was all he needed to hear before pushing two fingers into you, earning a sweet and pleasurable moan from you. He almost immediately picked up his pace, thrusting in and out rather quickly, which made you beg for more.

“Faster.. Faster!”

It took almost less than a minute before you came all over his fingers, and he took them out and placed them into your mouth, wanting you to savour your cum. As your breathing stabilised, he immediately commanded that you turn around and position yourself against the headrest of your bed. You were stunned, to say the least, so he had to physically help you again by placing both your hands on the headrest while he got himself comfortably under you, directly under your clit.

“Since you wanted me to pleasure you so badly, I’ll be nice and offer you once more.”

Without another word, his hands resting on both sides of your hips immediately dragged you down, and he began kissing and sucking your core rather hungrily. If you thought your moans were loud and messy enough during the first phase, you were so wrong. This felt so much better, and you wished nothing more but to stay like this for a while.

Sangyeon took his time exploring every crook and cranny of your core, ensuring he was taking in all of the sweetness while his top priority was to pleasure you well. Oh, you would definitely rate both his glorious hands and tongue a grade A+ for sure.

Your continuous moans and whimpers turned him on even more, and he began sucking a little harder while picking up his pace again. He knew you were about to reach your high and couldn’t wait for it to come.

“Oh my god, more! Sangyeon! Don’t stop!”

Eventually, you also find yourself rocking your hips onto his face, both now desperately trying to make your cum come faster as possible.

“I-I’m cumming!”

A few seconds later, you released your sweet love juice all over Sangyeon while trying to calm yourself down. It took a while for him to savour all of it before he eventually got himself up and positioned you so that you were now straddling his lap.

“I guess you are now ready for the next round.”

A/N: if you thought the self-insertion was strong then yes it is (i practically wrote this for me 🤡)

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Bite-Sized (8) - A BG3 G/t fanfic

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

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Summary: The group are finally ready to enter the Goblin Camp, and Ria is determined to join them...but what will she do when they refuse to bring her along? And, much to her horror, her brain is plagued by thoughts of Astarion of all people...and they aren't unpleasant.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav) (slow-burn, Astarion is a complete ass but eventually comes round in future chapters)

Warnings: Course language/swearing

Word count: 3.4k

“Concentrate little istik!”

Lae’zel’s blaring voice shook Ria out of her thoughts, her tiny dagger gripped loosely in her hand as she stared at her target – a giant red apple that Wyll had spared from his rations.

“S-sorry!” she spluttered, shaking her head lightly. Her mind had been distracted since the events of yesterday when Astarion had offered to make peace with her. She noticed he had started to act differently around her this morning as well – his snidey remarks had severely lessened to a degree, instead of flat out insulting her, there was a layer of gentle teasing to his tone when he spoke to her. Not only that, but he had started to look at her differently, too. His gaze oddly softened when he stared down at her now, which made her stomach do somersaults each time he glanced her way with that look.

No, stop thinking about him, I need to focus.

At this rate, she would never be able to concentrate on Lae’zel’s training. While she was in the gith’s good books, she hated to think what would happen if she were to piss Lae’zel off.

“K’chakhi!” Lae’zel hissed, narrowing her gaze down at the borrower. “You are clearly distracted, little istik. I need your full attention if you are going to learn the ways of Creche K’liir.”

Ria had no idea what ‘k’chakhi’ meant, but judging by Lae’zel’s tone, it obviously didn’t mean something good.

“I won’t get distracted again,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “I’m ready.”

Lae’zel pursued her lips in thought. “Chk. Go ahead, little istik.”

She gripped her small dagger until her knuckles turned white before exhaling slowly. Centring herself, she lunged towards the ruby-red apple with calculated precision before unleashing an array of slashes onto the fruit. Whilst the apple was still incredibly large compared to the borrower, the impact of her blade on the fruit did jostle it slightly.

Heaving a sigh, she stepped back as beads of sweat gathered on her forehead. She craned her neck up at the gith, hoping that her efforts were acceptable.

Lae’zel’s face was as hard as stone, revealing no sign of true emotion behind her cold glare.

Ria’s heart skipped a beat as the silence became louder.

After what felt like an eternity, Lae’zel finally spoke.

“That is acceptable, little istik. You have improved, albeit only slightly.” The very small traces of a smile tugged across her mouth.

Relief swelled in Ria’s chest upon hearing the gith’s words. At least she was making progress.

“You still have a long way to go,” Lae’zel mused. “But do tell me, what is it that has you so distracted? That cannot happen again if you are to truly learn the ways of my people.”

Ria hesitated, her mouth suddenly going very dry. Was it a good idea to tell Lae’zel the truth? Did she even want to tell her the truth?

No, I can’t tell her.

“It’s nothing!” Ria answered. “It won’t happen again. I promise.”

Lae’zel arched an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but she didn’t press her on the matter further.

“Chk. Fine, little istik.” Lae’zel dropped to one knee, her gaze focused on Ria’s small frame.

“Continue.”

Inhaling a deep breath, Ria emptied her mind and pushed the thoughts of Astarion out of her brain. There was literally no reason for her to be so distracted. She didn’t even like Astarion anyways – she would be out of her mind to even entertain the idea. Right?

Shaking her head, she returned her focus back to the task at hand. Lae’zel was watching intently and she could feel the gith’s gaze searing into the back of her neck. Gripping her dagger firmly, she swallowed thickly.

Just as she was turning to attack, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Astarion having a conversation with Wyll. In that moment her entire body froze, her gaze completely fixed on Astarion. She drank in his features, noticing how his eyes crinkled as he laughed at something that Wyll must’ve said, the smile lines deepening on his face. The exaggerated hand movements that he made as he replied to Wyll’s remark had such a flair that Ria couldn’t describe – she hadn’t noticed it before, had he always done that? She could almost hear her heart threatening to tear itself out of her ribcage.

And then – his laugh – why did that have such an effect on her?

“Tsk’va!” Lae’zel bellowed from above, shaking Ria out of her thoughts. “You are clearly too distracted today, little istik. We can resume when you are serious about this.”

“I’m sorry!” Ria quickly said moments before Lae’zel stomped off, the gith’s footfalls rattling the ground so violently that she nearly lost her balance.

Shit…well done, I’ve now pissed off the most terrifying person in the whole camp.

A knot began to form in her stomach, a manifestation of the shame that was threatening to swallow her whole during that moment. A long sigh heaved past her lips as she tried to process her emotions. Why was she getting so flustered over Astarion of all people? Sure, they had decided to start afresh the previous night, and he had been surprisingly nice to her after she had persuaded the group to rethink his feeding habits. But he had still tried to eat her, as well as everything else he had done. There was literally no logical reason why she was feeling this way, and yet…she couldn’t ignore the feelings that swelled in her chest.

Gods, something is VERY wrong with me.

Violent earthquakes nearly caused Ria to fall off balance as everyone gathered around the centre of the camp not far from where she was standing. Being surrounded by towering giants was certainly something she would never get used to.

“I think we need to discuss our plan of action,” Wyll announced. “The Goblin Camp is right up ahead. We should think about what we’re going to do first once we get there.”

“I think we should rescue the druid, Halsin, before we approach any of the goblin leaders,” Shadowheart chimed in. “Perhaps he could assist us with getting rid of the goblins.”

“Do you reckon we could grab a pint of beer while we’re there?” Karlach said. “I’ve heard goblins always have some kind of alcohol not far away. Oh, and food! Could we please eat something there too?”

Ria anxiously listened as her giant companions discussed their plans on infiltrating the Goblin Camp, her heart hammering in her chest. If she was going with them, she had to ask them about it now or it would never happen.

Once there was a moment of silence, she loudly cleared her throat, and sure enough, multiple pairs of giant watchful eyes were suddenly now on her.

“Please take me with you!” she exclaimed, her face growing hot as she felt nervous with so many large eyes on her.

“No, no, I’m sorry to say, but that isn’t happening,” Gale said firmly. “A Goblin Camp is no place for a borrower like yourself. It’s far too dangerous.”

“I agree with Gale,” Wyll added. “It wouldn’t be hard for a goblin to snatch you up – and gods forbid what kind of horrible things they would do to a borrower if they found one.”

Ria stared at her towering companions in dismay. This was not the response she had been hoping for at all.

“No, please, I’ve been training with Lae’zel!” she retorted. “I can look after myself. Besides, I could just tag along in someone’s pocket or something. I can be useful, too, sneaking into tiny areas unseen!”

“Tsk’va!” Lae’zel hissed. “You are not ready, little istik. Especially if this morning’s training session is anything to go by, you have a lot to learn.”

“For once, I agree with Lae’zel,” Shadowheart said. “It’s far too dangerous for you, Ria. You’ll be a lot safer here.”

“B-but-“

“I promise we’ll bring you along another time,” Wyll smiled down at her warmly, his gaze softening as he saw how distraught she was. “But I think it’s best if you stay in camp for today. You can tag along when we’re not infiltrating a camp full of goblins.”

“No, you don’t understand!” Ria protested. “It’s important that I go with you to the camp. There’s…there’s someone I need to talk to there.”

A hushed silence fell over the group as everyone exchanged confused glances with one another.

Oh, right…they don’t know. I can’t tell them about the goblins, I promised Astarion I wouldn’t.

“And who exactly would that be?” Gale asked, one eyebrow raised.

Astarion shot her a tentative look, his brows furrowed as he watched to see how she would respond.

“M-Minthara, one of the goblin camp leaders,” Ria answered truthfully. “She…I’ve heard that she knows some things about the disappearance of borrowers. I need to find out why – this is the only lead I’ve had on any of my kind in years!”

Gale gazed down at Ria tenderly, his eyes softening with a mixture of understanding and confliction. “I understand this is very important to you, Ria, but it is simply far too dangerous. However, I will ensure that we’ll discuss this matter to Minthara when we find her and press her for answers. You can count on that.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, soldier!” Karlach added. “We won’t leave until we find out everything that we can. I promise.”

Ria felt utter helplessness constrict her body as everyone seemed content on not letting her go with them. Her plan was falling apart right before her eyes. Not that she didn’t doubt that Gale and the others wouldn’t ask Minthara for her, but she had failed to mention the blood merchant aspect and she wasn’t sure how she was going to explain her knowledge of that to everyone without going back on her promise to Astarion.

“Please, I need to come,” Ria pleaded, desperation hanging from her voice. “You don’t understand how important this is to me!”

“Ria, you can be assured that the Blade of Frontiers will carry out your request,” Wyll said. “We will press Minthara for everything that she knows about borrowers and we won’t leave until we do.”

Ria felt her resolve crumbling away like jagged pieces of stone. While she had managed to convince the group about other matters, letting them take her to the Goblin Camp certainly wasn’t one of them. At least she knew that they would find Minthara for her and hopefully she would tell them everything that she knows. Despite this, feelings of frustration boiled in her chest knowing that she wasn’t going to be there to question Minthara herself.

Large tremors shook the ground once more as everyone started moving around her, giant feet narrowly missing her tiny frame as they all began to prepare for the mission ahead. Ria remained frozen in her spot, watching with wide eyes as her giant travelling companions shifted around like towering buildings. Feeling somewhat defeated, she meandered over towards the dwindling campfire and sat down on the dusty ground. For now, she would have to settle with being alone with her thoughts until the others returned.

Violent earthquakes suddenly jolted her from her spot on the ground and she quickly craned her neck upwards.

“I see you’re stuck with camp duty,” Astarion chimed from above, smiling down at her. “How unfortunate for you.”

Ria sighed loudly and buried her face into her hands. She didn’t have the patience for Astarion’s usual bullshit right now. “Please, I don’t want to hear it, Astarion. Just leave me be.”

“Alright, have it your way,” he smirked. “I guess I won’t offer to take you with me if that’s what you want.”

Her breath caught in her throat as his words vibrated through the air, her neck snapping up to look at him once more in disbelief. “W-what?”

“I think you heard me.” He dropped to one knee, his body casting a long shadow over her small frame. He extended his hand towards her, his palm facing up, beckoning for her to climb aboard.

Ria stared at his open palm. Her eyes widened open in utter shock; her jaw slightly ajar as she processed what was happening. Was he seriously offering to take her to the Goblin Camp? Her heart thumped fiercely against her chest as she tried to think clearly. Sure, she had seen a different side to Astarion the previous night and they had agreed that they would start over. But could she start to trust him so quickly? The last time she had been in his hands he had nearly ended her life.

“Well, do you want to come along or not?” Astarion asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I thought this was important to you.”

This might be my only chance. If I don’t go now then who’s to say I won’t ever get an opportunity like this again?

“Y-you’re really offering to take me to the Goblin Camp?”

Astarion flashed her a toothy grin. The glint of his fangs in the sunlight sent a flare of fear deep in her chest.

“Of course I am, darling. After what you did for me last night, it only seems reasonable that I repay the favour.” The tips of his fingers twitched ever so slightly, as if he was growing slightly impatient that she hadn’t clambered onto his hand already.

“Do you promise you won’t crush me?” Ria questioned, swallowing thickly.

“I’m not that careless,” Astarion said. “Besides, I would never waste such a perfectly good snack.”

Ria’s face fell, her skin growing hot as panic began to settle in her stomach. She knew he was most likely joking, but seeing his teeth in the light and how dangerously he loomed over her wasn’t exactly helping. However, there was another feeling there mixed in with her blatant fear. Her heart was racing, but not because she was scared – she felt oddly flustered by his comment, and that frightened her.

Astarion’s eyes instantly grew wide with alarm, his cheeky smirk vanished from his face and was soon replaced with something else – concern.

“Shit, I guess that was a little too soon, wasn’t it?” he said, a hint of worry laced his tone. “My apologies. I promise I have no intention of eating you.”

“Um, it’s okay,” Ria managed to choke out, inhaling a shaky breath. “I would strongly appreciate it if you didn’t refer to me as food related things from now on.”

Astarion nodded. “As you wish.”

Any sensible borrower would call her a lunatic for willingly climbing onto a vampire’s hand. But her determination to find more of her own kind managed to stifle her overwhelming fear. Very tentatively she climbed onto Astarion’s open palm, her heart racing as she felt his fingers curl slightly around her tiny body.

Glancing upwards, she was met with Astarion’s piercing gaze once more. A small grin danced across his lips as he stared at her standing on his palm.

“You are such a dainty little thing, aren’t you?” he mused.

Ria grasped onto his thumb for support, a small shiver rippling through her body as the icy coldness of his skin seeped into her own. Despite the drop in temperature, blood rushed to her cheeks upon hearing Astarion’s compliment. He had just called her dainty – another word for describing something small and pretty.

Hating him was so much easier when he wasn’t making her feel so flustered.

“And you are an oversized leech,” she snapped back, shaking away the feeling of shame tangled in her brain.

A rumbling chuckle vibrated through the still air. “Such a charmer.”

Astarion’s fingers softly folded around her tiny body, causing her to flinch from the movement, but her heart rate relaxed slightly as she remembered that he wasn’t going to hurt her. He cupped her towards his chest, his sanguine eyes peering down at her trembling in the palm of his hand.

“Astarion, we’re leaving now!” Wyll’s voice resonated loudly through her ears and immediately Astarion shielded his fingers around her tiny frame.

“I won’t be long!” Astarion responded, the sudden loudness of his voice startling her.

The world quickly shifted all around her in a matter of seconds, and she found herself being lifted upwards into the air. Before she had a moment to react, she was falling into soft, plush fabric. She turned her head upwards, a window of light shining down on her from above.

A single crimson eye loomed above her, fixated on her as she sat trembling against the fabric.

“Comfortable enough my dear?”

Astarion’s voice rumbled all around her, his words intensified now that she was so close to his chest and it sent vibrations throughout her entire body.

“J-Just don’t forget about me, okay?” she said shakily. “And remember to find Minthara. Please.”

The giant ruby eye staring down at her merely blinked, the corners creased ever so slightly, suggesting that he was smiling.

“Don’t worry, darling, I can assure you that you won’t be forgotten in there,” he mused. “It’s quite hard not to, your heart is fluttering so loudly in your chest.”

Heat quickly licked across her face like fire and she immediately turned away from his piercing gaze. His comment only caused her heartrate to increase and she felt embarrassment flaring in her stomach. It bothered her that, despite her small stature, he was still able to detect a tiny heartbeat such as hers.

Stupid vampire with his stupid super senses.

The shining light vanished from above as Astarion sealed the lip of the pocket, trapping her completely inside. She was in complete darkness now, and after a few moments of her eyes blinking, she slowly adjusted to the lack of light. Borrowers didn’t have Darkvision like elves, however, they were still able to see about 10 metres in front of them in very little light. It wasn’t as good as Darkvision, but it was still incredibly useful, especially for a borrower.

The pocket wasn’t as roomy as the tent that Gale had set up for her in camp, but it was big enough that she could stretch her legs if she pleased. She leaned her back against the wall of the pocket, or, rather, Astarion’s chest. If he were alive, from this spot this is where she would be able to feel and hear his heartbeat. But instead of that, she was greeted with silence. It was slightly unnerving, but she didn’t dwell on it.

I can’t believe I’m putting my trust in a vampire of all people…

Swallowing a lump that had begun to form in her throat, she ignored the clawing feelings of doubt swarming her brain. It was too late to back down now, and as much as she disliked it, Astarion was her best shot at finding out more information about her kind. She only hoped that Minthara would share any information that she may have, and if she didn’t…well, she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Shifting around in her position inside the pocket, she attempted to make herself comfortable. If anything, at least Astarion had excellent taste when it came to clothing – the fabric inside the pocket was incredibly soft and plush, and if she wasn’t careful, she could most definitely drift off to sleep.

No, don’t fall asleep! Stay awake!

Using her fingers, she forced her eyelids to remain open, shaking her head slightly as she moved around inside the pocket to stay awake. There was no way she would allow herself to fall asleep inside the pocket of a vampire, despite her mixed feelings towards him.

Suddenly applied pressure squashed Ria inside her fabric prison, and she let out a startled squeak in response as panic spiked through her chest.

“As-Astarion!” she spluttered, her body being crushed by what she assumed must’ve been his hand pressing against the outside of the pocket.

“Sshhh,” a loud, rumbling voice cooed all around her that was somewhat muffled due to the fabric. “Stop fidgeting around in there, you are awfully distracting.”

Heat brushed along her face as she quickly ceased struggling. She was glad that he couldn’t see her face right at that moment.

“F-Fine, I’ll stop!” she said breathlessly.

And just as soon as it was there, the pressure was gone.

Ria inhaled a shaky breath, grasping at the walls of fabric for some kind of support as she steadied herself.

It was going to be a long day.

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gingerale2017 · 8 days

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Fluff <333 Words: 2k Pairing: Cinder Linh x Kai Fandom: The Lunar Chronicles Setting: Around a couple months Warnings: None that I know of Ao3 Link

Someone could tell Cinder her nerves were all fried and dead and she would believe them. In fact she was surprised they were still functioning because they felt like they were on fire.

She sucked in a breath before she forgot to but it was shaky. She mentally cursed. Considering how close her and Kai’s bodies were, she was certain he heard the wobbly sound.

They decided (meaning Kai dragged a willing Cinder) to dance with each other late in the night in Kai’s room, despite the Peace Ball being three nights ago, an event where she was actually forced to dance. Kai might have said they were dancing tonight but no one could call this dancing. Instead their bodies were so close together that would surely mold together soon as they swayed.

She kept her eyes low and focused on the button on his chest. She felt as if her whole body was in turmoil. Perhaps, if she didn’t look at I’m she won’t screw up. Kai, being so close, could probably feel the erratic speed of her heart and her failed attempts to control her breathing. She was also 95% sure her hand was shaking while he held it.

Kai, however, seemed perfectly calm, an emotion she envied very deeply in this moment. Perhaps he was lost in thought. Perhaps he was bored. Considering her lack of dancing skills, she reckoned he probably had enough with her.

He sighed suddenly, as if he were reading her thoughts, and the hand on her waist dug deeper into her back. He let go of their interlocked hands and guided hers to his neck. She gulped. He got impossibly closer as their chests met and their legs touched.

“Cinder, my love, you don’t have to feel so tense,” he murmured, speaking for only the third time this night. They haven’t been very talkative, and for good reason. This proximity messed with her ability to breathe, how could she even dare to speak?

“Tense? I’m relaxed.” She lied.

“Then look at me while we dance. I promise you won’t have to lie when you say that.”

Oh no. She had to resist his gaze.

Cinder chuckled awkwardly. “You talk as if your eyes are some magical item and can cure any disease whenever someone looks into them.” She said, still refusing to meet his eyes. She feared would melt or at least explode her brain.

Kai sighed again. “Darling.” he murmured, almost like he was chiding her. His hand travelled up her body in parallel to his whispers. She felt sparks from his trail, never pulling away, making her shiver. He reached her chin and tilted it up to his face. Oh no.

Their eyes finally met and her skin erupted in goosebumps. Kai’s eyes never failed to make her knees weak. A romantic copper that lit up brighter than anything else in is room. What was once the sight she failed to avoid was now the only thing she could look at. She couldn’t look away if she tried.

It was hard to believe Cinder had managed to date the Emperor if the Eastern Commonwealth, but if anyone could, it would be the Queen of Luna.

His fingers on her chin moved to caress her cheek. His touch was definitely one of the best things she experienced with him. Her stomach did repetitive somersaults yet it did not bother her. Instead, it excited her, warming her up in the best ways. He moved his hand back to her waist.

“Shall we start again?” he said, already starting to sway. She nodded.

She felt the grip of his hands on her waist the most. In fact, she was sure he was holding her hips now. He tried guiding her back and forth but she could barely think. His eyes muddled her thoughts. She kept messing up the footwork but he reassured her with a knowing smile.

The room started to get stuffy and hot real fast. Why’d she wear long sleeves anyway? With sweatpants? In this warm climate?

Back and forth. Side to side. Cinder forced herself to pay attention so she didn’t make a fool out of herself. Her breath came in short breaths that she worked hard conceal. But it was hard to focus when they maintained this kind of eye contact. It was intense and a little frightening, but soon enough Cinder reveled in it.

The atmosphere shifted so quick that she almost didn’t notice. Like it was almost… natural. Suddenly there was less observing and more doing. He would slowly drag his hands from her waist to her chest while drawing circles with his fingers. Her own fingers began entangled themselves in his hair, though it was different from her habitual curling. More pulling instead. They seemed to do this on their own. His eyes darkened with something she couldn’t recognize. It made her want to do something. Cinder’s hands dug deeper into his hair, hugging his face closer to hers. She could feel his breath tickle her mouth.

Warnings popped in her head. Thoughts we're impossible to form. Her eyes trailed to his mouth, carved elegantly on his face, and lips she wanted to kiss. Badly.

She looked up at him to find that he was starting at her lips which slightly parted at the discovery. He licked his own and started to lean in.

They met in the middle with a slow, enjoyable kiss that gradually got more passionate. Soon enough she was pulling at his hair, desperately kissing him without any thought of stopping. He pushed her back until she hit the wall. One of his hands grabbed her cheek while the other explored her lower body.

Kai left her mouth and started again on her throat, sowing kisses up and down on it. She gasped when he reached her collarbone, again when he squeezed her hip, and again when he returned to her lips. Cinder wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling more than content with his actions.

They slowed down a bit until they remembered air existed, panting extensively. His forehead bunched with hers and their lips illustrated matching flimsy smiles.

“I wasn’t expecting that.” She confessed. Truly, she was surprised, but now that she thought about all the signs he’d been giving she should have at least anticipated it. The right space, the forced warmer climate, the crimson on his cheeks, her mind recalled all of it and truly she should have known better.

“Me neither. I’m not disappointed though.” He gave her a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Neither am I.” A peck on the cheek.

“Can you ditch the guest room and sleep with your dance partner tonight?” Kai asked. He gave her his signature puppy dog eyes and double downed with a kiss on her jaw.

Cinder sighed. “I hope so, but I have to get my stuff. I always want to, you know.”

A kiss on her other cheek. He was starting to pick it up again, as if he was saying ‘all right, break over, time for part two, let’s go, let’s go!’.

“I know.” Kai barely grunted out, too preoccupied with sparking kisses on her neck. Cinder felt him care for the kisses he planted with careful detail before. He’d turn her neck into a rose garden soon enough and pick out her own flowers to give to her every morning. She subconsciously threw her head to give him more space. Her body obviously reacted kindly to his advancements. She never knew the lack of control she had over her body, or rather, the amount of control Kai had over hers. It was almost traitorous if she didn’t enjoy it.

“Kai, I have to get my toothbrush.” No response. He must’ve not heard her. Now paying attention to the signs, she realized he was lost in a passionate cloud.

He tried to push her even further on the wall that Cinder almost caved in. She decided she needed to put a stop to his activity before it went too far. Or, at least before he reached her lips because then she was confident she wouldn’t be able to control the consequences then.

Placing her palms firmly on his shoulders, she pushed gently until he realized what she was doing. His brow furrowed in confusion, then his eyes lost a little of its hungered haze. His face transitioned apologetically. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.” He straightened up. “So, will you spend the night with me, a handsome, charming, funny young emperor or in your dusty, unattractive, boyfriend-less room?”

She gave a dry laugh. “I already said yes but I need to get my toothbrush.”

He cocked his head. “At this point, just leave it here.”

“Well I need that among other things.”

“But it’s on a whole other floor!” He whined. Cinder held back a chuckle. He was unbearably cute when he couldn’t bear to be alone. “Borrow mine if you have to!” She forgot how desperate he gets. The best ego boost ever.

“I’ll be quick.” This time she made a move and pecked him on the nose. He tried to glare but his ears reddened. “I promise.”

She left her spoiled Emperor before he could complain about her absence and practically ran to her room to collect all her things. To be honest, she wasn’t sure if she could bear to be alone again either. After so much of Kai, she could barely imagine virtually none of Kai.

The Dark Days. They have been erraticated from her mind with no explanation. She wasn’t complaining.

Soon enough she was in front of Kai’s door with brushed teeth and fresh clothes.

When he opened the door he looked her up and down, lingering at certain moments, and raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget your toothbrush.”

“Uh, no, it’s in the bag.” She lifted a small tote bag that he was too blind to notice.

“You can always use mine.” He repeated. “It’s the same as kissing.”

“I can assure that it is not the same as kissing, and are the cause of many diseases.”

“Such as?”

She snorted. “Delusion. Which you don’t need more of.” She let herself in, forcing her way through Kai.

“Hey!” he countered. “On what grounds am I delusional?”

Sighing, she plopped herself on his bed. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that after I rejected to go to the ball with and you still persisted in asking me.”

“Well it worked out in the end, didn’t it?” Kai walked towards her in a very slow pace, as if he were executing some scheme.

“A revolution and a failed marriage later, it did.”

He reached the foot of the bed and crept on next to her as his goal. She gulped, a feeling of anticipation rose in her chest. “At least you’re here with me.” He inched closer until he was properly on top of her. “Safe.” He murmured, nearing her mouth. “Healthy.”

He suddenly grabbed her body, shocking her and inciting a surprised gasp. They flipped positions so that she was now on top of him. “And in my arms.”

A giddy and satisfied smile appeared on his face. She had the sudden need to wipe it off his face with her lips. More warnings lit up her vision and she blinked it away, along with the desirous thoughts. But they always lingered, like a short breath on a cold morning.

She didn’t know what to do with her arms, or her legs, or her waist. She was very much a ragdoll at this point and she wouldn’t have complained if Kai treated her as such. The only thing she could control was her head as it hovered over his. She had a feeling that if she didn’t kiss him, he would.

So she did. Slowly, tenderly, and mindfully. Her hands fired up again and found new places to trace on his chest. One of his hands got caught up in her hair while the other gradually palmed the skin of her waist. Cinder might’ve made a noise or two because Kai abruptly flipped them over again.

There was a ‘hmpth’ from one of them, she didn’t know who nor cared, and once again the kiss turned passionate. He pressed his body against her as the hand on her back slid up her shirt. He returned to her neck as her hands pulled on his pajama shirt. She felt repetitive and slightly painful tugs on her scalp as he tried to make more space for his mouth. It was more enjoyable than expected.

“Stars,” He muttered. She thought she imagined it until he kept going. “I love your neck.”

The words shocked her, even in that hungered haze. It made want to do something, to want more. She groaned as her hand grabbed his jaw and pushed it up until their lips met. She kissed him with a new type of craving, with the same type of desire from earlier. This is time she didn’t suppress it. Her metal hand slipped underneath his shirt and rubbed his back, while her fleshed one tugged his hair in a frenzy. More gasps and small noises were let out. Every time she heard her name escape his lips she would respond by kissing him on the sensitive part of his neck where she’d get more response out of. It gave her more drive to feel and peck his skin, to kiss and suck his lips, to whisper and murmur his name. Her heart pounding in her chest made it all the more intense, and even more so when she could feel his.

The more she thought about them, the more Cinder wanted to smile. While her lips were practically hovering over his ear, she couldn’t help but grin, then laughter spilled out. She dug her head into the crook of his neck, trying, and failing, to stop herself.

He pulled away so they met eye to eye. How he got underneath her, she couldn’t remember, but, stars, he was gorgeous in this angle. And his shirt was practically undone so her eyes couldn’t help but linger. She felt his soft fingers draw circles on the small of her back as he grinned up at her.

“What’s so funny, my love?” Kai asked. His voice was rough and lips plump from kissing for so long. It was surprisingly attractive. Well, it shouldn’t be surprising because almost everything about Kai is attractive, especially to her.

“I don’t know. I just felt like laughing.” She let out another giggle. “I feel so…” She paused, searching for the right word.

“Happy? Joyful? Bliss?” He offered.

“Euphoric.” She smiled, kissing his nose. She rather liked his nose, as she did his neck, and his face, and oh-so-mangificent eyes, and his elegant hands, and his intelligent voice, and his lips, oh stars his lips! She adored his lips, and how they felt against hers. Especially how they felt against hers.

Her gaze paused at the swollen sight, trying her best to swallow the urge to devour them again. Just how plump could they get anyway?

Kai had other plans. He grinned like an amazed artist satisfied with his work. He brought his hands to either sides of her bare hips, making her heart jump in excitement, and laid her down next to him.

Their eyes met for the thousandth time that night but in this moment she saw stars, galaxies, and universes of wonder in his.

“Kai?” She murmured, breaking the silence.

“Yes, my love?”

“I think I’m going to sleep here tonight.”

He smiled, eyes tinkling at the joke. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, my love.”

He pulled her close so they could fold on each other, limbs intertwining with limbs. She smiled as her cheek pressed to her chest. His leg rested on her hip and his hand played with her locks.

Not very long after, their hearts matched each other’s beats and they fell into a long and comfortable sleep.

A/N: So here's that one make out pic I promised to post... Whatever. Hope you like :D Tell me if you no like D:

Tagging: @just2bubbly @cinderswrench @cindersassasin @the-wee-woo-royal @deprivedmusicaljunkie @crescentchat @notjacinclay @wheresmymom-imlost @salt-warrior @rapunzelfromthemoon @briggycat @impossiblesuitcase @kaider-is-my-otp @definitelynotisabel @wassupnye (these are for my kaider ONLY fics so please ask if you want to be tagged or removed <3)

#tlc #the lunar chronicles #kaider #lunar chronicles #linh cinder #emperor kai #kaider fic #kaider fanfiction #tlc fic #tlc fanfiction #prince kai #marissa meyer #yipee

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comatosebunny09 · 2 years

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Stubborn

Summary: Though he always refuses, you frequently offer to let Kyojuro drink your blood. Maybe tonight, he will make an exception.

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Drama(?), Modern AU

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Vampire!Kyojuro

I have vampire Kyo on the brain again. I expanded on an ask I got a little while ago. It's blah, but I hope someone enjoys this ridiculousness as much as I did. Thank you so much for reading! ❤️

When the sun has long since taken cover behind the horizon…

Kyojuro has you tucked under his arm on your cushy sofa. Your belly is filled with your favorite ice cream. Swathed in fuzzy pajamas, a gratified smile adorning your lips. If you were a cat, you would be purring. You recall your afternoon as if it had taken place moments ago.

When you had begged the vampire to take you out for a treat.

“Isn’t it too cold for that, my love?” Kyojuro remarked with quirked brows around a face full of you. You rolled onto the balls of your feet, thrusting your bottom lip outward in a dramatic pout. Kyojuro chuckled a dark, decadent thing. He rubbed the scruff of his neck, a heavy palm branding your arm to keep you steady.

“Please?” you sang as if you were the sweetest thing. You rocked from side to side, hands clasped together behind your back, puppy eyes on full force.

Kyojuro took a small step in reverse, his hands thrown up in mock surrender. He sighed at your antics, resigned to his fate. His accompanying grin made your heart somersault in your chest. He resembled an angel silhouetted by the sun’s ethereal glow. Hell, Kyojuro is the sun. But you pushed such hackneyed thoughts to the back of your mind, though your heart drummed in protest. Ice cream takes priority right now, dammit!

The chill of his hand contrasted your heated cheek. “Darling?” Kyojuro queried, wariness meddling with his voice. He tilted your head back with tender fingers, scrutinizing you. “You are quite warm. Are you feeling alright?”

And, oh, was he just the cutest thing. He had mistaken your bashfulness for a fever. Kyojuro’s irises swam through anxiety. You tried wringing out his worries by shaking your head ‘no.’ Felt like a child under his gaze, but you supposed that was another effect the vampire had on you.

“Mm, not sick.”

Your hands covered his, and you affectionately nuzzled your cheek into it. Eyes fluttered closed. You mentally kicked yourself for how cliché the whole scene became. But you honestly could not help the glee pumping like lava through your veins when he closed the gap between you, gathering your face in his hands, drawing your lips to his...

Back to the present, you are drowning in his heady scent and the raw energy wafting off his skin.

The television flickers robotically over your conjoined bodies. Kyojuro’s eyes are closed, coarse brows drawn together, consumed by his thoughts. So engrossed that he does not notice your insistent stare boring holes into his temple. His face, framed by mussed wisps of crimson-tinged hair, looks so inviting. Calls to you. And you tap his parted, rose-stained lips without thinking, enjoying the way they twitch beneath your trembling fingers.

Your body once again moves of its own volition. You touch Kyojuro’s muscled thigh as you cant your body towards him to blister his jugular with a precarious kiss. A grumble worms its way from his throat. Timbre is so low that the drone of the film on your screen rivals the sound. Your mouth hovers over that spot for more time than necessary. You inwardly debate on doing it again to invoke that fluttery sensation that ripples through your body whenever you elicit such noises from him.

Before you have time to execute your thoughts, your back is swiftly pinned to the cushions, mouth held fast by Kyojuro’s with restrained passion. As the kiss intensifies, you bury your fingers in his ponytail, his mouth slanting possessively over yours. His tongue laps the corners of your mouth, cautious in its strides as it requests entry; you can tell he is trying to keep this lip-lock PG-13.

Kyojuro’s fingers rake down your abdomen. Send jolts of electricity striking your senses like lightning against a violet sky. He breaks your kiss with a definitive smack, leaving you fighting to control your breath after the intensity of his gaze sends your mind reeling to the stars.

His kisses, like tickle bugs rolling across your skin, blister a trail to the carotid artery in your neck, where he presses his lips there as if to pilfer all the heat from your body. You jolt when his canines graze your flesh, eyes widening with alarm. Briefly, you wonder how tempted the vampire is to bite you. To partake of the viscous nectar coursing through your veins.

How long has it been since his last meal, anyway?

Though he always refuses, you frequently offer to let Kyojuro drink your blood. Ever the gentleman. Maybe now, things are…different.

“You can,” you murmur, causing Kyojuro’s unnatural, amber eyes to snap to yours as his lips abandon your neck. You swallow thickly. “You can if…if you want to, Kyo. I don’t mind.” Your fingers comb through his chunky locks, scraping against his scalp encouragingly, soothingly.

The vampire blinks as if freeing himself from a trance. He then sits upright on the couch, earning a displeased sound from you as he hauls you up alongside him.

“I cannot,” he says, shamefaced. Drapes his arm around your shoulders again, pulling you snugly into his side, avoiding your gaze at all costs.

The television flashes something silver, and you feel prickling in the corners of your eyes. Tears threaten to overtake your vision. This overwhelming dread encases you whilst you toy with Kyojuro’s fingers dangling over your shoulder. Wonder why he is so reluctant to feed from you, your mind swimming with a plethora of questions.

Is your blood rancid? Maybe you are not worthy enough. Or perhaps there is someone else?

#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #my works #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic #kny reader insert #rengoku kyojuro x reader #vampire!kyojuro #vampire!rengoku #rengoku fluff #kyojuro rengoku fluff

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kit-teung · 9 months

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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme ):)

template by @fiercynn, tagged by @hereforlou! this is exciting, thank you so much for tagging me <3

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

i'm (na)tasha, a freelance artist from eastern europe, i really love mountains, lemons, teal colour and when it's hot as hell outside. you might know me from c-drama/novel fandoms - that's what i mostly draw on my main blog (which i'm being weirdly secretive about, but if you want to know the url you can message me about it off anon)

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

episode 5 was trending on here and a mutual who abandoned tumblr almost completely suddenly came back to reblog like 15 rooftop kiss gifsets in a row, scream in tags and then disappear again which made me go huh. what's all this then. lemme check out the first episode. and then by the time episode 6 aired a few days later i'd been already all caught up (can't remember exactly but since i have a tendency towards binge-watching i have a suspicion i watched all five episodes nearly in one sitting). for some personal reasons i'd rather not get into i never got a chance to create anything back then when it was airing and after, and so here i am finally joining the fandom more than a year later!

favorite ship(s)

(apart from the obvious) 📢📢📢TONGYOD📢📢📢 !!! also i was never big on crossover ships but then our skyy 2 happened and altered my brain chemistry

favorite character(s)

sometimes it's pran, sometimes it's pat. i don't control the part of my brain that decides which one of them to hyperfixate on out of the blue

favorite episode(s)

(again, apart from the obvious) i really love episodes 2-4 where they get to reunite and just hang out with each other. i love you bus stop shenanigans. also episode 11 because i'm a sucker for beach episodes, especially when they are mellow and bittersweet

favorite scene(s)

episode 8 balcony scene my beloved. inkpa darkroom confession scene and the way love's voice was trembling as she was on the verge of crying. also that bit in episode 11 where pat wakes up alone, goes out and sees pran playing the guitar outside and pran turns to greet him and SMILES SO SO BIG ugh my heart is doing somersaults as i'm typing this

one thing you would change about the show if you could

put pat in crop tops. cmon

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

any of the artworks by @thatgothsamurai, but especially this one

any of the artworks by @shikanji, but especially this one

any of the artworks by @hereforlou, but especially this one

any of the artworks by @kornswasianguyswag, but especially this one

this fanvid, the best fanvid ever that i've accidentally stumbled upon when searching up "bad buddy same page" (i think i was looking for the mock trailer lol)

this fic by @oldlace

this fic by @aroceu

and a special shoutout to all the wonderful gifmakers and meta writers, you guys are the real mvps <3

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

well, i haven't drawn much bbs fanart yet, but from the ones i've done so far i especially love this inkpa

also pls look at this korn i drew in the bbs discord server

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

does same page count if it technically wasn't in the show ah no wait pat sang it in episode 12 damn it ok this one i guess

youtube

idk anything else you want us to know?

this show's name in my native language is a pun that i can't explain

unfortunately i don't really know anyone in this fandom yet (unless.. @aroceu have you done this thing?), so i'm not tagging anyone, but if you're reading this and you really want to do this, you can say i tagged you!

#bad buddy

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discordapples · 11 months

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PT. 3 Ego

Word count: 1.5k (7 mins read)

Characters: Sebastian Sallow, Imelda Reyes, Ominis Gaunt.

Angst & Smut. 🌶️

Summary

Sebastian and Imelda have a falling out, and Imelda promises retaliation. Ominis and Sebastian talk about the new girl and the dangers of the Promissum Mortis.

Read the third chapter below.

TW: Smut, cursing.

Sebastian | Hogwarts, Late August 1893.

The rock bites into Sebastian’s palms. His hands loose a patch of mortar. Under him, Imelda Reyes adds a string of bruises to her impressive collection, her nails digging into his back. She moans as he ruts into her, driving her ass against the brick of the arch, wearing it tattered.

The castle is silent, but Imelda is everything but.

In the Great Hall, a mass of students have gathered.

But Sebastian has no appetite for the feasts or the wide-eyed first years or the senseless blabber about summer vacation.

The burn of his encounter with Solomon is still fresh in his mind and, somewhere in the snarl of his brain, there is the sight of Anne’s naked body; a memory with a life of its own nipped in the perfume of forbiddance.

He needs to wash Feldcroft away from his thoughts. He has to set his mind on the task at hand.

And there’s nothing better than catharsis to clear the fog, so he lifts Imelda from her throne of bricks as if she weighs nothing, then presses her back against the opposite wall, ramming into her.

Her legs twine around his hips as he settles into a harrowing pace.

The sound of skin on skin is unceremonious. Coarse.

“We’ll miss the ceremony,” she says, each word breathy.

“That’s what you’re thinking about, really?” He gives her a punitive thrust and her head grates against the stone as she lets out a meek whimper. “I don’t care about the ceremony.”

He thinks this is the end of that line of questioning and falls further into the folds of her constricting flesh, dogging after his relief.

Closing his eyes, he bites in the nub of her shoulder. The savor she spills inside his mouth is full of spice. Nutmeg, lemon, soft grass, a hint of summer sweat. He licks the perfume from her creases, lets his teeth roam in the slant of her neck as the tension knots inside his abdomen, inching him ever closer to orgasm.

“Aren’t you curious about the transfer and where she’ll be sorted?” Imelda asks him.

Sebastian sheds a growl, his fingers bruising into her waist. “I don’t care.”

Her lips send a squall of hot air against his eardrum. “Weasley will get first pick.”

“I don’t car-Fuck…” He slips out of her, his climax somersaulting away from his grasp. “Could you refrain from mentioning Weasley? It really kills the mood…”

He fastens his trousers.

Imelda’s brow vaults. “Don’t you want to finish?”

“I can do that on my own. At least my hand learned how to shut up.” Imelda’s arm flies, but Sebastian catches it before the lash falls on his cheek. He yanks her closer, a smirk crawling on his chin. “Not even in your wildest dreams, Reyes. You might be Quidditch captain, but your speed leaves a lot to be desired.”

“Fuck you, Sallow,” she hisses, her dark eyes smoldering.

“You already did,” he taunts her. “Half-assed it, from my perspective.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Seconds skitter away during which Imelda picks up her underwear—puddled on the stone tiles—and smoothes her skirt back in place, then her head whips up and she drives an accusatory finger against Sebastian’s chest. “You are so petty, Sebastian Sallow, but you know what? I can be petty, too.”

He wants to laugh at that. The spark of anger in her eyes is almost childish, and it melts into perplexity as soon as he thumbs her chin. “Try me.”

She shakes from his touch and before she can retaliate, the gallery churns with footsteps and the buzz of elated chatter fills the space as if an army marches its way through the same hallway.

She lifts her chin to him. “Don’t come crawling to my room when I’m done with you.”

Sebastian chuckles. “I don’t crawl.”

Her eyes taper into irked slits. “All worms do.”

And with this last breath of defiance, she stalks away.

* * *

“I see you’ve only grown more likeable over the summer,” Ominis Gaunt sneers, the tip of his wand roving on the page of his book.

Sebastian’s trunk lays unpacked before the bunk bed. A problem for tomorrow. Like many others.

His plan replays in his mind: sneak into the restricted section of the library, locate Ambrose Dovetail’s work on the Room of Requirement, find the room folded within the castle, then conjure the Promissum Mortis.

Easy enough, Sebastian thinks, yet he knows paths are seldom straight.

This, too, is a problem for tomorrow.

Sebastian leans on his side. “Reyes overreacted,” he defends himself. “Everyone overreacts around me.”

Ominis’ milk-white eyes roll heavenwards. “Do you understand the concept of common denominator?”

“I missed our banter too, Ominis.”

Ominis’ back is pressed against the wall of his bunk bed. His trunk is empty, his clothes sorted into drawers, each sundry in its rightful place.

How predictable of him.

“Before everyone else tells you,” Ominis says, “the new student has been sorted into Ravenclaw.”

Sebastian scoffs. “Did they warn the new girl about all the stairs she’d have to climb to get to her dorm?”

“So you know it’s a girl…”

“I’m not deaf.”

“I thought the perspective of a new feminine face to gawk at would put you in a better mood.”

Sebastian leans on his back, hands cradling his head. “Who do you take me for? Garreth Weasley? Besides, I have other preoccupations than playing the tour guide for a new student.”

“I doubt she’ll ask for a tour guide,” Ominis replies. “When the Sorting Hat called her house, she stalked right out of the Great Hall. Didn’t even stop by her table. Didn’t stay for Black’s speech. You could’ve heard a pin drop.”

Sebastian gives a chuckle. “Well, if her goal was to attract Slytherin attention, she did a good job at it. I’m sure Grimes Ashwood’s cock drove a hole right through the table.”

“If it made him hard, it would’ve gotten to you, too,” Ominis shots back at him. “Perhaps it was a good thing you missed it. You spared us both the embarrassment.”

“You know, Ominis, we’re supposed to be two to shit-talk someone. I feel like I’m the only shit-talker in this room.”

Ominis’ lips curl upwards. “You said it. Not me.”

Sebastian says nothing at that, instead he endeavors to detangling the knots of tension in his neck.

After a while, Ominis sets his book down on his lap. “How’s Anne?”

Another swig of bitterness coats Sebastian’s tongue. “The same she always was. I scarcely saw her at all. Solomon was always shadowing me, as if I’d strangle my own sister the minute he looked away. He’d throw me out as the sun began to set.”

“Where did you sleep?”

“Sirona rented me a room in the Three Broomsticks. My clothes are forever tainted with the funk of pipe smoke, but at least I had a place to crash and free Butterbeer.”

“And I suppose you spent your days reading books to catch up on schoolwork?”

Sebastian’s amusement bleeds through his words. “You’d be surprised to hear I actually did. Although I can’t say the books I picked up were in any way related to our classes.”

A gossamer line forms between Ominis’ brow. “Don’t tell me you spent your time hunting after this Promissum Mortis?”

“I did,” Sebastian says unapologetically. “The thing’s elusive, but I had a flash of genius. What if I can conjure it through the Room of Requirement?”

“I don’t think it’s that easy, Sebastian. There’s always a catch when you try to cut corners.”

Sebastian sits up. “That’s why you’ll help me. Make sure I don’t do what I usually do and get in trouble.”

Ominis sighs. “Sebastian, we have no clue what this relic does. We don’t even know what it looks like or if it even exists.”

“If you help me find it, we’ll know.”

“Sebastian…”

“Tell you what, Ominis. If we find it, I’ll let you study it before I do anything. If it turns out to be bad, I won’t use it.”

The dilemma etches more lines into Ominis’ face. “Okay, but do me a favor first. Don’t rush into it and tread carefully. Also, no deception. If you want my help, you should trust me with your finds.”

The lie twists around Sebastian’s spine like a viper, but he lets nothing show. “You have my word.”

Long after his friend fell asleep, and the candles flickered out, Sebastian stares at the ceiling.

He thinks of the shreds of knowledge he gathered about the Promissum Mortis, knowing all too well Ominis would have never agreed to following him into the storm if he knew what the relic asks for.

Dovetail’s lines visit him again; his minds spins it like a litany.

As the name suggests, Death’s Promise requires the ultimate sacrifice. One last wish, uttered with one’s last breath, and the relic must oblige in granting it.

Sebastian doesn’t yet know how he’ll escape death’s jaws, but that, too, is a problem for tomorrow.

For now, he pulls the blankets over his shoulders, uncorks the vial of Malisect he hid underneath his pillow and drinks it all.

His mother beckons him into her arms and he surrenders to her call.

Maybe death isn’t so final, after all.

#sebastian sallow smut #imelda x sebastian #imelda reyes #ominis gaunt #dark sebastian sallow #banter #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy ominis #sebastian sallow #dark romance #bad boys #bromantic

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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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Part X

After the altercation with Billy, I kept my distance from him as I sorted out my thoughts. I was glad that he respected my boundaries and gave me my space, but another part of me wished he would try and speak with me. Contradicting, I know.

Mornings were beginning to get tough as the pregnancy progressed; I couldn't keep my breakfast down for very long as morning sickness was plaguing me. I didn't want my dad to find out, and after a few days of consecutively eating at home and getting sick, he began to worry about me. To avoid him hounding me, I started to skip breakfast at home and eat once I got to school. That also wasn't the best idea. Rumors spread like wildfire here at Woodsboro High, so I had to make sure the bathrooms were empty to keep the suspicions low. That wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do as most girls would pamper themselves before heading to homeroom.

After my daily routine of emptying my stomach and making sure I didn't appear disheveled, I made my way to my locker. Tatum was leaning up against it, waiting for me. She pushes herself off it once I reach her, giving me a tight-lipped smile as she rubbed my shoulder. "Doing okay, kid?" she asks, sympathy in her voice. I nodded, "Yeah. I'm just tired of this already." She smirks, "It's only just begun, Sid. Gotta toughen you up somehow." I rolled my eyes, "Thanks, I'll work on that," I answer sarcastically.

She remains quiet, sensing my aggravation, as I fumbled with the dial. After several unsuccessful attempts at opening my locker, I gave up and placed my forehead against it with a huff. My brain was so preoccupied with what to do about my situation with Billy, I couldn't even remember my damn combo.

"Billy's been distant, huh? Did you get in a fight about the baby—” My heart leapt into my throat, anxiety tingling down my spine. I clamped a hand over her mouth, shushing her with my finger against my lips. "Tatum, keep your voice down," I hissed at her. I drop my hand from her face as she cringes in apology. I sighed harshly, "Yeah, you could say that." There was no way that I could tell her the extent of what had happened the night before Halloween. She'd think I was crazy even giving him the possibility of staying in mine and the baby's life.

But I loved him. That was more than enough of a reason, right?

I glanced over her shoulder, seeing Stu hanging on Billy's shoulder as he spoke to him. He was his usual animated self, waving his free arm around as he laughed at his own jokes, most likely trying to perk Billy up. Billy was always a bit more reserved than most people, but he seemed to be living in a shell of himself, his semblance bleaker than usual. He catches my eye, his expression melancholy as he tried to curl his lips up in a smile. It falters when I don't return the smile, immediately breaking eye contact and hanging his head in defeat. My stomach churned with guilt knowing that I was the cause of his depleted mood. My throat started to burn, that all-too familiar pressure behind my eyes as I tried to keep my composure.

I turned my attention back to my locker, trying the dial one more time and was successful. I knitted my brows together in confusion when I saw a folded piece of paper with my name on it. I let out a tiny chuckle; Billy was making an attempt to contact me, which I will admit was kind of cute.

My breathing hitched when I unfolded it and read the ominous calligraphy. I couldn't find the strength to breathe, gasping for air as Tatum notices and braces me with a hand on my back. I couldn't even hear the words she was saying to me, the obscure poem being the only thing to occupy my mind.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I'm gonna carve you up And cut that baby out of you

My whole body began to tremble as I could feel myself start to become faint. I spun around quickly to get away from everyone around me, my stomach somersaulting from the sudden motion. I ran to the first trashcan that I laid eyes on, knowing I wouldn't make it to the bathroom in time. I braced myself against it and heaved, my stomach clenching painfully as there wasn't anything left to vomit. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I was in hysterics, bellowing out. My arms were shaking vigorously, no longer having the strength to hold me up. I collapsed onto the floor, still gasping for air as my sobs were becoming relentless.

Through blurry vision, I could just barely make out a pair of espresso-brown eyes, panic-stricken as they called out my name. Billy scoops me into his arms, placing me into his lap as he gently rocks me back and forth, running a hand down the back of my head. He shushes me, kisses my forehead, wipes my tears away—I pushed myself out of his grasp. I landed on my ass, and quickly scrambled backwards on my hands, "Get away from me!"

His face crumples as he reaches towards me, "Sidney, what is going on?" I swat his hand away from me, not wanting him to touch me. I was disgusted that he would write something so personal, so vile, just because I wanted time to think about my future with him. "Don't touch me, you monster!" I hollered, panting. He retracts his hand, sitting back on his feet, his face crestfallen. "Sidney, please," he begs, his voice quavering. I screw my eyes shut, shaking my head. "How could you write something like that?" "What are you talking about?" I opened my eyes and laughed dryly, "You know exactly what I'm talking about! That lovely poem you left in my locker?" His eyebrows cinch together in confusion as he shakes his head lightly. "Sidney, I have no idea what you're talking about," he says calmly. "You told me to give you space, and I did. Why would I disrespect your wishes and do that?" I scoffed, "Funny, you disrespected me when you held that—” I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my face away from him. I couldn't finish that sentence without wanting to cry from reliving it.

He stands up and retrieves the note that was crumpled up in front of my locker. I watched his face go from confused, to appalled, to full on enraged. He whips towards me, shaking the paper in front of me. "You think I would write this?!" he shouts. "Why on Earth would I do that? I want to be there for you, for the baby! I can't believe you'd accuse me of this, Sidney." I whimpered in fear, fresh tears pooling and spilling down my cheeks. I find the strength to stand up, knees knocking together as they struggle to hold me up. "I don't know what to think anymore," I murmured, "we need to have a serious talk. I don't know if I can do this."

With that, I walked away and left him standing in the middle of the hall, everyone's eyes glued to me as I passed them. The cat was out of the bag now; there was no more hiding my pregnancy.

As I laid in bed silently, the tears kept streaming from the corners of my eyes and down the side of my face. I was replaying all the happy times with Billy; from our very first date, our first kiss, the first time I introduced him to my dad—my dad held a fake shotgun up to scare him. I giggled at the memory, followed by a quick sob, realizing that this may be all over.

I sat up sniffling and wiped my nose against my sleeve. Looking down at my still-flat belly, I smiled sadly to myself as I placed a hand on it. I couldn't wait to see how it would swell up over the next 9 months of my life. I couldn't wait to feel the baby kick against my hand and eagerly grab Billy's hand for him to feel it, too. My lips trembled as I became so overwhelmed with conflict.

I knew Billy had it in him to be an amazing father and continue to take care of me as he did so; he was so compassionate and patient with me while I mourned over my mother's death. On the other hand, he was so quick to blow a fuse and his actions were unpredictable when it happened. Could I trust him not to hurt me or the baby? He did almost kill me that night.

I was pulled from my thoughts when my dad knocked on my door to tell me Billy was here. I thanked him by giving him a kiss on the cheek and ran out the door to meet Billy outside. We didn't say anything to each other, just stared at one another until I broke eye contact, turning my head from him. I couldn't bear to look at the remorse in his eyes, the worry etched into him as he frowned. We didn't talk during the car ride to wherever he wanted to take me, I just stared out the window and watched the houses become fewer and far between.

When we parked, we sat in a clearing on the top of a hill, overlooking the city that sat in silence as the darkness of the night swept over it. Trees swayed, causing the city's lights to shimmer as they poked through the branches. The moon was a silver claw, hanging in the blanket of stars. This would be so peaceful, so romantic if it weren't for the thick tension strung between us.

"Sidney," Billy's voice startles me. I felt my heart rate jump and my stomach churn as I anticipated what was to come. "Baby, please look at me." I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to try and recoup. My skin started to burn; my palms were clammy as I focused on calming down. I cracked the window open, the frigid air a refreshment as it skimmed across my flushed cheeks. I flinched when I felt Billy take my hand in his own, rubbing his thumb over it soothingly. I melted to his touch, bringing my attention to him. My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach when I see his normally alluring eyes glossed over with tears. He searches my face, his demeanor timid while he assesses how close he can get to me, bringing his hand slowly up my arm. I closed my eyes when he cups my cheek, tears trickling out of my eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispers as he brushes the tears away. I let out a small cry as I nuzzled my face into his hand, missing his touch more than anything.

"I need you to know that I didn't write that note," he keeps his voice low. When I opened my eyes, I took a sucker punch to my chest as I saw a tear roll down his cheek. He was hurting just as bad as I was. "I'm sorry for pushing you away," I say as my voice cracks, letting out a sob. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I made the biggest mistake of my life," he clears his throat, holding back his own cries. "I don't blame you for pushing me away, and I don't expect you to ever forgive me for what I did that night. If you don't want me in your life, that's fine, I'll manage, but please don't keep the baby from me."

Hearing the sorrow in his voice and how he implied he wants to be to be in the baby's life, even without me, broke me. I threw myself at him and hugged him, burying my face in his chest as I uncontrollably sobbed. He held me and rubbed my back, patiently waiting for me to calm down.

When I gathered myself after a few minutes, I pulled myself away from him and hastily wiped the tears off my face. “I couldn’t keep it from you,” I start with a trembling voice. “You are its father; you deserve to be in its life.” I watched his face soften a tad, the smallest of smiles curling at the corner of his lips. “But there are things that need to change.” I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows harshly, nodding in agreement. “I’ll do whatever I have to,” he whispers, reaching out to palm my cheek. “I promise.” Nodding, I took a deep breath. “I need you to see someone about your anger, Billy.” “You mean like a therapist?” “Yes. Your anger is out of control, whether you’d like to admit it or not. The fact that you…did what you did because you were angry…” I couldn’t finish my sentence, the memory of the knife against my throat stealing my tongue.

He nods, taking my face between both hands, “Done. I will, I promise.” He catches my trembling lips with his; I could taste the salt from his tears trailing over them. I broke away from his kiss, looking into his eyes again that were glistening with hope. “There’s another thing,” I continue, watching his face fall. “I know this may seem a bit much, but I need you to check in with me periodically. I need to know that I can trust that these…things…that keep happening to me really aren’t you doing it behind my back.” I saw the anger flash over his features, but that quickly diminish as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay,” he nods shallowly, “I can do that.”

I wanted so badly for his words to relieve me, but I couldn't trust him until he made these efforts. Actions speak louder than words, and in this case, he needed to execute them if he ever wanted us to be what we were before.

"Dad, I'm home!" I called out once I clicked the front door shut. I cleared the foyer and made my way into the kitchen where he was cleaning up after he had made dinner for himself. I felt a little guilty, seeing as I haven't been around much to share a dinner with him—I know that he's lonely without my mom to accompany him at the table. "Hi, honey," he greets me, rinsing off the dish he had in his hands before turning towards me. "You have a package," he motions towards the kitchen table. I gave the brown box a quizzical glace, knowing that I didn't order anything. Whatever it was must not have been that big, considering the weight of it as I picked it up and gave it a shake. I grabbed a knife from the silverware drawer, slicing the tape timidly.

When I pulled the tabs open, there sat a baby doll, its hollowed eyes haunting me. It was covered in a thick red liquid, dribbling down the sides of it and coagulating into a pool underneath the body. The sickly metallic scent hits me, and I immediately covered my mouth as nausea struck me and pushed the box away from me. This wasn't some Halloween store-bought fake blood, it was real blood.

"Sidney, what is it?" my dad asks as I quite literally pushed him out of my way to get to the sink. I braced myself against the counter and retched, stomach acid burning my throat as it came up. I couldn't do anything but choke as I tried to breathe, my dad running up behind me and holding me up with a hand on my back. Tears were streaming down my face as my stomach clenched painfully, still heaving, just for nothing to come up. "Sid, are you okay? You've been getting sick a lot lately and I'm starting to get worried," my dad asks, panicking. I shake my head 'no', turning to wrap my arms around him bury my face in his chest. "W-who would do this?" I cried into him. "Do what, honey?" he asks in a hushed tone. I rolled my head against his chest and point towards the box, not having the courage to say what was in there.

He grabs a chair and sits me in it so I wouldn't collapse and makes his way over to the box. When he picked it up to look inside, he immediately threw it back down with a scream. He hesitantly looks over at me, "I-I'm sure it's just a late Halloween prank, Sid." My lips trembled as I contemplated whether or not I should tell him about my pregnancy, unsure of how he would react. I swallowed and wiped my running nose as I shook my head, "No, dad. This...this is personal."

#billy loomis x sidney prescott #billy loomis #sidney prescott #scream movie #scream 1996 #scream #slasher fanfics #slasher fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic

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carlosreyesazwhump · 2 years

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J - Joint

It took a few seconds for the pain to reach his brain. It had been a very silly fall, a slip. He hadn't seen the ball, had stepped on it and fallen to the ground. The children had laughed and so had he.

He had laughed for a few seconds until little by little the intense pain of having dislocated his knee took over.

It didn't seem so serious at first, it wasn't the first time he had hurt himself, as a policeman or just training, many times he had suffered stupid injuries. At least not at first but when he felt the knee pop back out of place a second later, he had to bite his lip on the inside to keep from screaming.

"Kids, can you go to the freezer and get me some ice?" he said as he massaged his leg with a shaking hand and took advantage of the moment alone to let out a groan of pain.

It was his first afternoon of playtime with his children in a long time. He was having a good time, he had played everything they had wanted. He'd learned the new gym moves with Gwyn; he'd let Tomi teach him all the new things he'd learned at school, and then he'd done a bit of arts and crafts, which weren't his strong point, with Gabi.

Then they had a snack and when he was waiting for the kids to be tired, they asked him to play with the ball. A few kicks here and there, laughter and somersaults until one of the balls they were playing with appeared in front of his feet.

He stepped on it and everything happened in slow motion, his leg slid to one side, his body to the other. A crunch, little white balls in front of his eyes before the pain came, and once on the ground, he was barely able to think straight.

"I told the twins to go to the medicine cabinet and see if we have any non-adhesive bandages," Tomi said.

"What do we need non-adhesive bandages for?" Carlos asked, trying to sound calm.

"Nothing, but I don't want them to worry."

Carlos smiled and squeezed his hands together so it wouldn't show how much his hands were shaking from the pain he was trying so hard to hide by any means possible.

"Always taking care of your sisters, huh?"

"When you're not at home, it's my big brother's job to look after them until the grandparents or uncles arrive."

Tomi was only two years older than the twins, but from a very early age, Tomi had become protective of his sisters. Everyone said it couldn't be any other way with the parents he had.

Carlos stroked her hair, grunted and moderated his lip again to mask the pain that was becoming more and more pressing. "I need you to get my cell phone and call 911. Ask for Aunt Grace."

"911? That number is for when really bad things happen right?"

Carlos nodded and stared into his son's eyes. They had great comprehension so it didn't make it necessary for him to say anything else for Tomi to do as he had asked. He was back before his sisters arrived, who were still looking for the non-adherent bandages.

He dialed 911 and handed it to Carlos. First of all, he wanted to put Grace on the record and incidentally take some of the heat off the matter so Tomi wouldn't freak out too much.

"911, what is your emergency?"

Carlos recognized the voice, it wasn't Grace but one of her coworkers. "Can I speak to Grace Ryder please? Tell her it's Carlos."

He was put through in less than two seconds and soon heard his friend's voice. "Carlos, is everything okay?"

"Relatively. I'm going to put Tomi on so you can explain to him what to do to help me."

"You sound... Are you hurt? Did something happen to you?"

"I fell and may have hurt my knee a little. I heard a pop and..."

"Tomi's there with you, isn't he?"

"Yes, so are the twins, they're looking for something but they'll be right back, can you give him a hand so he knows what to do and in the meantime let TK know."

"Of course I'll pass the message right now to his ambulance and while they arrive, between Tomi and I, we'll take care of you. Can you pass him on to me?"

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#9 1 1 lone star #carlosreyesazwhump #911 lone star #carlos reyes #sick carlos #tarlos #tk strand #whump carlos #protective tk #hospital

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hzltryingtowrite · 1 month

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Sleepless in…Cassis?

I’m sitting in the shower because I don’t want to disturb Molly, who is asleep, with the sound of the light or my keyboard. I’d be inclined to romanticise this scenario but actually I’ve just ended up with a wet arse.

Im sleep deprived, I didn’t sleep very well last night in Marseilles. There was also a Giant sitting beside me on the plane so I had to sit at an awkward angle the whole flight so now my neck hurts. He actually apologised for his legs- I felt bad for him, I hope I didn’t give off the impression that I was put out by his size- I certainly wasn’t thinking that. I wonder does he say it to every stranger he sits beside every time he takes a Ryanair flight. That would be kind of sad for him if that was the case. Sometimes I am grateful for having short legs. He sat scrolling through Instagram reels (offline somehow??) for the whole flight and laughing which was kind of endearing, but a baby a few rows behind us cried on and off and every time it started to cry he shook his head and said ‘oh my god’. I thought about saying well that baby can’t help crying, the same way you can’t help being a Giant. Well i didn’t think about saying it, I just thought it.

We walked a lot today-up a big hill covered in rich people’s mansions- we were trying to find a view of the sea but all their walls and tree borders cut off any possibility of this. Both our faces even got a little bit sunburnt. I think we might have been suffering in some way at one point because we both had two very strange moments within seconds of each other- I was telling Molly how I didn’t like the name ‘Fiachra’ anymore and it was because of ‘some annoying lad in my college’ before I stopped myself and remembered that Molly and I had both met at and gone to the same university and we often reminisced (commiserated) about people and events from that time. It was as if I’d entirely forgotten who i was talking to. Right after that, Molly tilted the water bottle she was carrying and my shoe scraped the ground and Molly thought the water had poured from the bottle even though the lid was tightly on and she stopped in her tracks and said ‘was there a splash?’. The proximity of two uncanny moments made it feel like there had been some kind of rift in the fabric of space and time. Or a glitch in the matrix.

Ive noticed I experience deja vu more when Im tired and i feel a bit unsettled by the thoughts of what strange electrical activity is going on in my brain at those moments. I think of some of the other strange things that happen when Im extremely sleep-deprived (I won’t say tired, because when I’m that sleep-deprived Im beyond a sense of tiredness and just feel more like a broken robot). Sometimes I get this feeling like I’m turning somersaults even though Im just sitting on a chair. Other times the walls shimmer and shake and then other times again when Im feeling very keyed up and anxious I hear invading aircraft and bombs being dropped in the distance. One night when i was a teenager I heard a strange and ominous sound in the sky outside and looked out and saw lights- I ran outside into the street in a complete panic at an imminent alien invasion only to realise it was a Garda helicopter, searching the woods.

I don’t think I was sleep-deprived or anxious then, I had just been reading about UFOs a lot. My dad even used to print out articles in work and bring them home for me.

I think I did see a UFO once. I was walking back from a cello lesson (I don’t play the cello anymore) and stopped at the green near my house to look up at the stars. Suddenly a star flew into my field of vision and did some loopdiloops, then disappeared suddenly, as if it had taken off into the distance. I remember being a bit frightened but also a bit excited. A book I was reading earlier had a paragraph about alien encounters and how they are a contemporary form of spiritual experience- impossible to deny their credibility but at the same time can be read as a means to rationalise inexplicable phenomena. I don’t really know what that UFO was supposed to represent to me at that time in my life but lately I do believe in attributing meaning to uncanny events. Maybe Im missing religion in my life. So, perhaps earlier Molly and I did actually tear a hole in the fabric of space time and now we are wandering an alternate dimension in Provence. We did see a dead toad in the sea which was very unusual. Later we went back and looked for him in the same place but he was gone. I like to imagine he was swallowed whole by a giant fish. I might go outside and look for UFOs.

#cantsleep #Won’t sleep?#Aliens #Ufos #Spacetimecontinuum

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poppetsisters · 1 year

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Crazy dream I had last night

Strap yourselves in because this one's a doozy I'm at this mall doesn't matter what I'm doing there, it was the setting for the first half of the dream which was uneventful but then I remember that this mall had a really cool antique book store so I go in and it's a nice spacious store with lots of rare and interesting books I overhear a conversation guy: The book is really high up, can you grab it for me? Bookkeeper: Awww, does someone need help getting their bedtime story? that's when my head starts to turn guy: y-yes Bookkeeper: Yes what? guy: yes… mommy. I think "what the fuck!?" and look over the corner to see the Bookkeeper holding a toddler and handing them their book Bookkeeper: There you go little muffin, don't chew on the pages please So at that point, I realise I'm probably in some Fae Bookstore and decide to just… check out my books… and leave So I approach the register Bookkeeper: Did you find everything okay? Me: Yes I did (nervous) Bookkeeper: Gooooood goooood. I see some Alan Moore comics, Aldous Huxley, and a Hunter S Thompson article Me: Yes (visibly sweating) Bookkeeper: I hear these books are best enjoyed with a little help from your friends. Me: … uh Bookkeeper: Have you ever done any psychedelic drugs? Me: N-NO! Never once in my li- at that moment, she perfectly launches a tab into my mouth. I spit it out, but it's already too late Bookkeeper: Happy reading! and then with the weight of what is about to happen on my mind, I say in a supernaturally calm voice: "thank you very much. I will be going now. to read. take care" then I start trying to find the goddamn exit I'm secretly panicking then I feel a pulse from within myself and that's when I start REALLY trying to find an exit after a while of trying to find an exit in this labyrinthine mall where the walls keep shifting (or is it the drugs), I try to do a brain blast "OH YEA, THE EXIT TO THE MALL IS… right… through… the bookstore" at this point I'm tripping hard and imagining static squares creating a secret image from within the dots and somersaulting apple men blending smoothie-like into other fruits At this point, I figure that enjoying the trip is going to be better for my mental health than being scared of it it helps me get my bearings and focus on finding that exit but then Bookkeeper: How are you enjoying yourself? I'm non-verbal at this point, so I just give a thumbs up Bookkeeper: That's great! It feels so much better like this doesn't it? objectively, it's more euphoric than being sober, so I keep my thumb up fuck, I shouldn't have done that Bookkeeper: Ahhhh, I bet you'd want to feel this way all the time, right? THERE IT IS! I try to make a thumbs down motion but the thumb is being held in place by a bunch of tiny hands she puts a tab of acid on my forehead like a talisman Bookkeeper: Happy to be of service! THAT DOES IT, I'm back to bad trip zone and I start imagining myself on the internet but if you had to play the web browsers like rain world (also probably because of the acid) turns out there's a whole community of people who were tricked by this Fae Bookshop at one point or another and have set up a support group/forum for finding cures and unfortunately, that's where the dream ends

#dream #fae #bookstore #lsd

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booyouimcrazy · 1 year

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A letter to my man: Post-Dated

Hehe, post-dated. yep, that's there like that for a reason.

You're only going to see this post dating me.

But it's 20.11.22 and we just had a chat about you going to Copenhagen tomorrow or well, Monday.

but me?

Im dreaming of the day i first get to surprise you.

It's the scene of a rom-com for me.

It has to be.

It's you.

You're my rom-com.

Obviously, you don't know this,

But there's a lot riding on you.

I want you forever.

But i also don't know if we're right at allllll together.

So my brain just does somersaults around you and the thought of you.

While my gut flexes in turned on,

Because you do things to me.

I dream of flying to London and taking a late train to show up at your street.

In the evening.

With a flower.

I think I'm always going to bring you a flower.

Or try to, atleast.

Only because you deserve one,

I've felt love twice in my life,

And of the two, a lot's riding on you.

But to call you, maybe for the first time ever, idk, we'll see,

On WhatsApp,

and ask you if you want to step out for a walk.

And be out in the street waiting for you.

Obviously if it's raining, big bonus.

Cause i imagine two sentences of conversation post hugging you, before our faces are inches apart and i have to ask if i can finally kiss you?

Im not sure it gives me butterflies but it definitely has me excited.

And to take you for a walk,

So you can hold me and kiss me and talk to me,

Before i return you home for dinner.

But i wonder.

How are you going to get the flower in?

Odd to come back from a walk with a flower, no?

Which is also why i downgraded to bouquet btw. (Yep, i actively thought about it)

I hope you're the kind of man that's sentimental and will keep the flowers i give him,

Idk to maybe write me poems at some point.

Yes i did just put you and poems in the same sentence, because i adore your words.

You're British, i was bound to adore you from the get-go anyway.

Buuuuut but but but, i want to then text you the whole trainride home,

because i want you to pack your bags and come live with me in London for a couple days.

So i FINALLY get to have sex with this sexy, sexy, sexy man,

and bring his glorious kinks to life.

Me with only an apron on?

Oh honey, i will MAKE me a special apron for exactly this purpose.

Because i hope this time that I've got the craving of your touch right,

the last time i fell for someone first over text then everything else, ended horribly.

This time,

We really went from 0-100 in 6 hours.

So noooowwww,

tall orders.

Hehe, tall orders, cause you're mine.

I cannot WAIT to flirt with you,

and turn you red in the face,

and convince you to come back and touch my body back in India.

Max,

I hope you're mine,

Because i really want you to be.

You're a soft, pillowy bundle of gentleness.

You feel things and read things, the way I've always wanted a man to.

Well, most things other than me, so i guess we'll figure how that goes.

I had to close my eyes to daydream about how i was going to kiss you the first time i kissed you.

Hug, then have faces really close to each other and stare deeply into each other's eyes when I say,

"Got a lot riding on this".

Before i bring the inside of my lips in contact with yours,

Giving you free entry into my mouth if youd like it.

Yours is quite inviting actually,

thankyou for asking.

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laylaswriting · 2 years

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Under the Stars

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Pairing: Viktor x afab!reader Word count: 3.5k (~700 plot, rest is smut) Warnings: NSFW, Smut, +18. Minors do not interact with this piece! 🔪 Tags: smut, (soft)dom!Viktor, established relationship, smut with slight plot, fingering, oral (both parties recieving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk (I think that's all lemme know if I missed something) Request by anon: Can I order NFSW with Viktor... Well, there isn't that scene where he's running on the docks after injecting the serum... Well and if the reader was with him at the time supporting him, maybe things get heated between them. A/N: This is my first actual smut ever! 🤧 I hope you enjoy it, please do let me know if you find any mistakes or have any feedback, but I do hope you will love it! Y'all made my Viktor NSFW alphabet my most liked post so here you go you thirsty little animals (affectionate, self included)! Love yous! If you like it I can write more in the future! 👀❤

Your heart was racing in your chest as you approached the docks. When you got home earlier today a note was waiting for you on your desk, you immediately recognized Viktor’s rushed cursive on the tiny piece of paper. Meet me at the harbor tonight. Don’t be late. It said. It was not like him to communicate to you this way, but you felt like he was a bit more secretive recently than usual. The stars were shimmering beautifully on the clear night sky as you fastened your pace, nervous about this unusual attitude of your lover. As you came closer to your destination you saw him standing alone, slightly leaning on his cane. His figure seemed tense and your stomach did a somersault at the sight. He was somehow different.

‘Viktor?’ You called out to him as you approached him. He immediately turned towards you, his soft gaze locking on your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He looked happy and worried at the same time. ‘Is something wrong?’ You asked, putting your hand on his cheek, caressing lightly as you searched for something in his eyes. You couldn’t read him.

‘I want to show you something.’ He straightened his back as he touched your hand on his face, leaning into it with closed eyes. You two had a hard time in the past months as Viktor’s condition seemingly got worse each passing day. It was in the back of your mind constantly, but you tried to keep the thoughts away. You both had so much to live for, you couldn’t dwell on the inevitable. He took your wrist in his hand as he pulled you closer into a kiss, his other hand held onto his cane and pulled you closer to him by your waist. ‘I love you.’ He said as he let go.

‘I love you too.’ You breathed and crossed your arms in front of your chest, because you couldn’t quite figure out what to do with them now that you couldn’t hold Viktor.

He turned his back on you, looking at the ground. He clenched his grip on his crutch so much that his knuckles turned white before he let go of it completely. It landed on the ground with a deafening sound. A shocked look spread across your face and you had to fight every urge in your body to hold the yelp back in your throat. Every nerve in your body was on high alert, not having the slightest idea about what he wanted to show you.

Then he took a step. You heard a loud thump as he did, and the sound felt weird in your ears. It was not a sound you would associate with someone taking a step. It almost sounded like – metal? Then another one. Your heart was racing in your chest, fingers digging into your own forearm to calm your nerves as you saw him walk. He looked more confident with each step, but you couldn’t pry your eyes away from his form.

After a few steps he started jogging, and your brain couldn’t handle what it saw. It was happy, scared and unsure at the same time. As you tried to figure out what was going on you saw him trip and you immediately started to run towards him only to stop after a few steps because by that time he was running. It felt like the most natural thing ever, the way he put his long legs after the other, sometimes emphasized his motions with his arms, it was like if he flew through the air. Your heart burst with joy as tears started to sting your eyes, the emotions bursting in your chest as the significance of the situation settled in your brain. His shout snapped you out of your thoughts and you started running towards him, laughing, tears falling from your face. You could only catch up to him because he stopped at the other end of the docks, turning back to you, running a hand through his hair. He was laughing and so were you.

When you finally caught up you wrapped your arms around his neck, but what you didn’t expect was him to hug you around your waist and lift you up into the air. You gasped as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, smelling his skin. You had no idea how this was possible. You felt his hug tighten on you as he put you back onto the ground, his hands immediately moving up to cup your face as he pressed his soft lips onto yours. His kiss was eager, he wasted no time exploring your lips and you happily obliged the nudging of his tongue against your mouth. Everything felt so surreal, your brain couldn’t catch up with what just happened. After a few minutes you broke the kiss to grasp some air, your (and his) lips were swollen from all the kisses and bites.

“How?” You whispered, looking at him, your gaze darting between his eyes and lips as you weren’t sure if you really want to hear the answer or just continue to devour the tall man in front of you.

“I’ll tell you on the way home.” He smiled, leaning down to you and kissing you again.

***

And he did. He told you about the experiments with the Hexcore, how it reacts to biological matter and so on. You didn’t pretend to fully grasp the scientific aspect of it, all you had to know is that it could save Viktor’s life.

You closed the door of your shared apartment lost in your thoughts when you felt his lean frame press against you, his arms caging you between his body and the door. You turned slowly and looked up at him. His breathing was heavy, his pupils blown wide as he looked down at you, like a hungry wolf at its prey. You felt your heartbeat crawl up to your throat as every inch of your body started tingling. His amber eyes were beautiful in the dim light of the room, and despite your brain knew he was sick, his hungry gaze made him look stronger than ever.

His lips met yours as his hand sneaked up onto your cheek, kissing you with a passion of a starved man. With his motion he pushed you towards the door even more, his whole body pressed against yours. You let out a soft whimper as he settled one of his legs between yours and continued his ministrations on your lip. You felt the heat flood your body, your mind blank, only thinking about his warm touch on your face, the heat of his body against yours.

His hand moved from your cheek and traveled to your waist, under your shirt where he drew lazy circles on your skin, the sensation sent a burning feeling through your body, straight into your core. You knew he loved to tease, but your heart was bursting, your nerves fired up against him. You felt light headed as need washed over your body.

“Viktor” You moaned his name against his lips which made a smirk appear on them. His eyes were glowing with lust as he broke the kiss and removed his hand from you. Always the tease.

“What is it, love?” He said under his breath, moving his lips from yours to your ear, his breath on your neck sent a shiver down your spine. His hands started roaming your body again, this time hovering over your thigh, making you hold your breath in anticipation. He pressed soft kisses to your neck, nibbing and sucking the soft flesh, experimenting, watching your reactions. You moaned when he bit down lightly on the crook of your neck and he smiled to himself, taking mental notes of your reaction before he repeated the motion. His hand caressed your inner thigh dangerously close to where you wanted him most, but never there. He hummed against your skin.

“Cat got your tongue?” He smiled against your neck, while he hovered his fingers above your heated core. You knew exactly what he wanted from you, but you weren’t sure if you could give it to him yet. On one part, your brain was covered in a lustful haze, not being able to form sentences, on the other hand, you just loved seeing him like this. You decided to shook your head as an answer, to which he responded with a dark chuckle. He moved his head from your neck to meet your gaze.

“Use your words, love.” He whispered, his amber eyes piercing into yours. You let out a small whine and threw your head back against the door, closing your eyes as the floodgates opened inside you.

“Viktor, please, please…” you breathed out, his eyes still locked on your face, your eyes still shut. “Touch me.”

The second the words left your mouth his lips were on yours again, and his fingers met your still clothed core. Even such an indirect contact made a moan fall from your lips, which he happily swallowed. He didn’t waste a second and sneaked his long fingers under your clothes, he slowly caressed your folds, avoiding your sweetest spot. You whined under his touch when you felt his other hand on your chin, making you look at him. Your hooded eyes met with his gaze and you felt yourself clench around nothing - a painful reminder that you wanted him so bad it almost hurt.

“All this for me?” He cooed, looking down to where his hand was buried in your underwear. “So wet only from my words?” He grinned at you; his fingers stopped their movement entirely. You cried out in frustration, you needed him so bad. “Come with me.” He said and grabbed your wrist, pulling you with him towards your shared bedroom. When you reached the side of the bed, he gently pushed you back on it, kneeling on top of you, pressing hot kisses on your skin everywhere he could reach.

He slowly started to unbutton your shirt and his lips moved down your chest with his every movement. He started with your neck, then collarbone until his lips reached your breasts. He hummed in appreciation as he raised his head to look at you, and you arched your back towards him in loss. He gripped your waist firmly with one of his hands, pushing you down to the bed. You whined in anticipation, unsure of how long can you take his teasing.

You almost cried out when you felt his thumb run across your nipple, your hips bucking against his grip out of your control. Eyes shut, head thrown against the pillow, you were almost sure you could come undone only from this. But the fire in your body reminded you that it needed more – so much more. His lips found their way to your other nipple, kissing it, sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it and it made you see stars as another wave of arousal dampened your underwear. Your skin was burning, a lustful haze clouding your head. There was only one thought in there – his name on repeat. Viktor, Viktor, Viktor. He smirked against your skin and that was when you realized you moaned his name again. He just couldn’t get enough of the way his name fallen from your lips like a plea.

He wasted no more time as he pushed your shirt from your shoulders and hooked his finger into your pants and underwear to pull both of them down in one swift motion. You helped him, wiggled your hips and legs to make his job easier. His lips never left your skin and you were extremely grateful for that. He raised his head to kiss your mouth again, lips hungrily devouring yours, tongues pressed against each other, small hums and groans vibrated against your lips. His left hand was still continuing its ministrations against your breast, but you felt his other hand snaking down on your now completely naked body. Each of his touches ignited a spark in you, spreading through your veins, making your toes curl.

His fingers ran over your drenched folds again, making you whimper under the sensation. You finally pulled yourself together enough to start undoing Viktor’s tie and shirt, pulling it off his shoulders swiftly and throwing them beside the bed. You ran your hands against his back in a soft caress, going over his back brace and pulling him closer to you. His fingers stopped teasing as he finally pressed his now wet thumb over your clit, drawing slow and perfect circles on it as he kissed you. You moaned against his mouth, bucking your hips against his finger, a motion he didn’t stop now.

“So eager, aren’t you love?” He said as he lowered himself on your body, pressing sweet kisses along the way, on your clavicle, breasts and your abdomen. He then continued to kiss and nibble the flesh of your inner thighs, so close yet so far from where you wanted his soft lips the most. His thumb only stopped working on you when he moved his hand to align his middle finger with your entrance, only pushing in the slightest bit. Teasing.

“Tell me.” He said, leaving a pause. “What do you want.” He looked up at you, his heart full of love and adoration as you laid in front of him, so hungry for his touch. You let out a short whine before you spoke.

“Viktor.”

“Yes, my love?” He questioned, his lips hovering over your clit and the little blow of air made your head spin and your skin crawl.

“I want you to fuck me.” You finally breathed out and that was all he needed. To hear how much you wanted him. His lips and tongue were on you immediately as his lean finger pressed inside you, and he curled it to hit your sweet spot. There was no room for teasing anymore and he knew it – one more second without his touch would make you explode. The feeling, despite being anticipated for so long felt sudden and you cried out in pleasure when his soft tongue pressed against your clit, gently licking and swirling around it. Your hand found its way into his hair, gripping onto him tightly as he devoured you, his finger pumping a steady rhythm inside, which you met with your hips. Your breathing was heavier every second as he took his sweet time with you before adding a second finger. Your legs trembled as the sweet sensation started to take over you. Low curses and moans filled the air as his mouth and fingers did wonders to you. The tension in your abdomen started to grow as he licked slow stripes on you from where his fingers entered you to your clit. He felt you clench around his fingers and he picked up his pace until you felt your body snap, bliss washing over you as you came on his fingers and mouth.

You needed a second to recover from your orgasm, leaving time for Viktor to climb on top of you and kiss you with insane hunger. You returned the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck as you tasted yourself on his tongue. With his body this close to yours you felt his erection pressing against you, still trapped in his pants. In a swift motion you turned the both of you around, Viktor now lying on the mattress under you, looking up at you in awe.

It was your time to kiss every inch of his body, nipping and sucking on his skin as you palmed his member through his pants. He threw his head back as he groaned. A small smile danced on your lips as you started to unbutton his pants and pushed them down with his underwear. He helped you to get rid of the fabric with a few kicks and he was finally just as naked as you were. Your attention was drawn to his right leg, which was now not covered by his pale skin, but it looked like the perfect fusion of human muscle and metal. You caressed his leg with your fingers, it felt cold under your touch.

Worry ran across Viktor’s face as he looked at you studying his leg. You leaned down and pressed a kiss on his thigh, then shifting your attention to his fully erect member. Just the sight in front of you sent another wave of arousal down your thighs. You licked it slowly from the bottom to the tip, taking your sweet time as he did with you. He hissed at the sensation, gripping the sheet under him with one hand, your hair with the other.

“You’re perfect.” You whispered against him before you kissed and licked his tip with just enough force to make him twitch. You started to pump him slowly as you started bobbing your head, your other hand resting on his abdomen. He tensed under your touch, sharp breaths and moans falling from his lips together with your name. He rolled his hips against your face from time to time as his hand tangled in your hair, tugging on it lightly, guiding you and your pace. Every now and then he would push too hard into your throat which made tears prickle your eyes, but rip a moan from your lungs at the same time. You wanted to make him feel good, loved, wanted. You wanted to know how much you loved him, cared about him. How perfect he was for you, and nothing ever changed that. You suddenly felt a sharp sensation at the back of your head as he pulled you off of him by your hair. You looked at him in confusion, his eyes now locked on you, pupils dark from lust.

“I can’t-, I don’t…” He panted, and you knew exactly what he meant. You climbed on top of him to press a kiss to his lips, then straddled him, trapping his erection between his body and yourself as you started to slowly grind against him. He gripped your hips to stop your movement, eyes piercing yours with need. He lifted you up and aligned himself against your entrance. You leaned down to kiss him as you lowered yourself onto him, letting his cock fill and stretch you inch by inch. The feeling was indescribable even after all these times. Your mouth fell open from the delicious stretch. As he bottomed out, he kept you still for a second, fingers digging into your ass before he nudged you to start moving. Loud moans escaped his lips as you started to ride him, slowly lifting yourself before coming down again. He hissed through gritted teeth, his hands never leaving your hips.

“Fuck.”He growled and he moved one of his hands to your neck, pulling you down for a kiss. You never stopped your movements, riding him so good it made both of you see stars. “So good for me.” He whispered against your lips and you let out a whimper. His other hand crawled across your belly and his thumb swiped across your swollen clit which made you shudder with pleasure, your walls tightening around him which ripped a moan from his lungs. He started to draw slow circles with his finger, driving you crazy. His movements never faltered, he pushed into you like he never wanted to stop. You felt the tension building up in your body.

“So tight.” He whispered against your ear. “Taking me so well, love.” He continued as he picked up his pace, feeling that you’re approaching your high. His words spread across your thoughts like poison, every inch of your body lighting up as he thrusted into you while he pressed sloppy kisses on your lips.

“Viktor, I-“ you breathed out, which made him tighten his grasp in your hair.

“Come for me.” He growled, and as if that was all you needed, the tension in your body snapped, pleasure washing over you as you cried out into his mouth, your muscles clenching around his cock as you came, which gave the last push that he needed to reach his own high. His movements became sloppy as he pushed inside you a few times before stopping, now both hands on your face pulling you into a kiss. You felt him twitch inside you as you leaned against his chest while he caressed your hair, his chest rising and falling in a fast pace.

You climbed off of him and his absence was agonizing already. You cuddled against his chest with your legs tangled together, the cold touch of his leg sent a shiver down your spine. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, not wanting to leave this moment ever again. He held you close to his body as he kissed your forehead and pulled the covers on top of you.

“I love you.” He whispered. “I will never leave you.” He continued before he leaned down to kiss you.

“I love you too.” You replied and you rested your face against his neck, embracing the peaceful moment of the afterglow.

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The Lazy Chose Me

Gif by @crowleysfavouritedemon

Summary - Y/n wants to have a lazy day but her boyfriend, Dean, wants to take her on an impromptu date. Will she have a good time at the date or will the date, the green eyed hunter organised, be a total wreck?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - FLUFF!!! A little language, crack, lots of kissing a certain green eyed man, Dean being the best boyfriend ever, Dean being an adorable dork. Reader’s thoughts are italicised. If I’m forgetting anything please let me know!

Word Count - 4224

A/N - This randomly came to me at four in the morning. Also, I love Stitch with everything in me. 🥺😩

This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine.

Please tell me what you think about it.

FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

Happy Reading :)

*****

You were having the laziest day of your life. Sitting on your side of the bed in a hoodie and sweatpants, you were stuffing your face with popcorn while watching reruns of your favourite show. With no hunts for the day, you were having a lazy day after months and you were enjoying it way too much. Crumbs of the snacks you’ve had earlier were scattered on the bed, decorating the sheets like confetti. Little pieces of popcorn were falling everywhere but you didn’t care. And you didn’t care that you didn’t care. You were loving the fact that you had nothing to do all day but lie in bed and eat junk and be lazy and messy and ugly and dirty. You were basically a zombie for the day.

Ah! This is what dreams are made of. You thought to yourself, sighing after another episode ended. You stretched your body, a few of your joints popping due to not getting any movement for so long, and hummed happily to yourself. You pressed play on the remote, the next episode playing, and changed your position on the bed. Lying on your side, you brought up your knees to your chest, one of your hands supporting your head, and kept the popcorn bowl within arm’s reach.

You had only continued your munching for a few minutes when your green eyed sex god of a boyfriend entered the room, excitement making his huge frame shake. He stopped at the foot of the bed, bouncing on the balls of his feet and you got a little annoyed at how energetic he was being. Your eyes were still glued to the screen, hand going in the direction of the bowl, blindly picking some popcorn and gorging yourself with it.

Dean moved in front of the tv and switched it off. You let out a ‘hey!’ in protest and he came to sit beside you. You scowled at him for interrupting your plan of being a zombie all day and he kept a hand on your hip, a cheeky smile playing on his lips which told you that he was up to something.

“Get ready, sweetheart. We’re going on an impromptu date.” He said with eagerness, clapping his hands together, and you still kept scowling at him. He seemed to have figured out what was swirling around in your head and started shaking you lightly.

“Come on, Y/N! It’s been so long since we had a date night and I have the perfect thing in mind.” He whined, making puppy dog eyes. You almost gave in right there but the lazy part of you stopped you from saying yes.

“But whyyy?! I don’t want to get ready or dress up or do my hair or look pretty or take a shower. I want to spend all day in bed doing absolutely nothing.” You whined back.

“Y/n, come on! You can be lazy all you want tomorrow. And look at all this mess and you haven’t even showered?!” Your boyfriend exclaimed. You just shrugged in return. So what if I didn’t shower today? It wasn’t like I smelled. Or did I?

You shook your head to get those thoughts out of your head and pulled the covers over your head, trying to hide under them and not let Dean force you to get out of bed. He tried to snatch the covers from you, going to stand at the foot of the bed again, but you had a deathgrip on them. Of course you were no match to him when it came to strength and he managed to steal them from you, throwing them on the small chair in the room. You groaned and folded your body more, tightly wrapping your arms around your knees and burying your head in the space between your knees and chest.

Dean grabbed a hold of your ankle and easily pulled you to the end of the bed and you screamed in protest, grabbing whatever you could to hold on. To anyone else the scene would surely look extremely comical, you clutching the sheets like your life depended on it and Dean dragging you towards the end of the bed. You knew you were being childish and throwing a tantrum like a kid whose mother refused to give in to their unnecessary demand they made in a public place right now but you didn't want to leave your bed. You were so comfortable and happy spending the day there and your boyfriend was bursting your peaceful bubble of lethargy.

“Why. Are. You. So. Damn. Lazy?!” Dean huffed exasperatedly, pulling you more and more towards the edge with each word.

You finally gave up on your plan, knowing you were no match for your stupid boyfriend’s stupid strength. You swiped the strands of hair that stuck on your face from all the scuffle in annoyance, when you stood up on your feet, and looked him in the eyes.

“I didn’t choose the lazy Dean. The. Lazy. Chose. Me.” You huffed with every step you took to leave the room and go to the bathroom to get ready for your impromptu date.

Dean chuckled and shook his head at your antics, taking a pair of your jeans, your undergarments and a jumper out of the drawer to give to you since you didn’t take any with you. He dropped the clothes on the bench of the bathroom, shouting ‘don’t take too long and get ready in 45 minutes’, and came back to change his clothes too.

Rolling your eyes for the millionth time in the last hour, you dragged your boot clad feet to the bunker’s garage. You would have been spending the whole day in sweats and a hoodie and here you were now, wearing jeans and a bra. Oh how cruel life is to break my dreams like that! You internally groaned.

You found Dean humming a tune to himself while leaning against his precious Impala, legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded. His head perked up when the sound of your footsteps reached his ears and he immediately opened the passenger side door for you. You grumpily took a seat and Dean, still acting all gentlemanly, closed the door and rounded the car to take a seat in the driver’s side.

He jammed the key into the ignition and turned it, driving out of the garage. The green eyed man turned on some soft rock tunes, his fingers drumming to their tune. His whole demeanor was annoying you, testing your limits. How was he so happy after literally dragging me off the bed and stopping me from being the sack of potatoes I so desperately wanted to be all day?

“Why couldn’t we have a lazy date night in the Cave?” You asked, turning your body towards him.

“Because I can’t remember the last time we went out on a nice date and what I have planned is gonna be so much better than a lazy date night in the Cave.” He replied with confidence.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You grumbled, folding your arms.

“At least tell me where we’re going!” You whined after a few minutes had passed, stomping your foot like a child. You were really in a mood today.

“Then it won’t be a surprise.” Dean said, like it was obvious. You faced him and gave him your best puppy dog eyes, jutting out your lower lip to make the pout he could never say no to. He gave you a glance and then chuckled, “Nice try, sweetheart. But my hands are tied.”- he raised his hands in defeat and shrugged, -“I’m sorry but no can do.”

You let out a groan of frustration and decided to give up on prying information from him and just wait to see what this great plan of his was.

After a little over an hour of driving, Dean put Baby in park and you could see a tent with some lights and stuff. It was a carnival.

He brought you to a freaking carnival?!

“A carnival.” You said, judgement dripping from your voice.

“What? It’ll be fun!” He shrugged, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“I swear to god Dean if i don’t have any fun-”

“If you don’t have a good time then I’ll do whatever you want for a month.” He rambled out before you could complete your threat.

“Whatever?” You asked him, wanting to know if he was sure what he was signing himself up for. He nodded in reply and you thought about the little deal he was presenting you.

“Make it two and you have yourself a deal.” You countered, giving him a huge fake smile and putting your hand forward so you could shake on it.

“Deal!” Dean said and instead of shaking your hand, he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you like he hadn’t for years. He parted from you and you weren’t sure if you were out of breath because of the kiss or because of how good he kissed you. “That’s the way to properly seal a deal, sweetheart.” He winked and got out of the car, leaving you breathless and in a daze in the car.

You shook your head to get your brain back to working and got out of the car. You rounded and saw Dean holding his hand out for you. You couldn’t help the genuine smile and warmth that graced your cheeks. You hated how a tiny gesture from him made your heart do somersaults like a teenage girl even after all these years of knowing and dating him. Intertwining your fingers with his, you started walking towards the entry to go inside.

You were mesmerised by the hundreds of lights that were acting as a roof over your heads, looking like a galaxy of stars, as soon as you stepped foot into the carnival. You uttered a ‘Whoa!’ and could already see the smug smile forming on your boyfriend’s face. He gave you a ‘Hate to say I told you so’ look which you just ignored, pulling him towards the first stall your eyes fell on.

Dean suggested that you two eat a little before indulging in any activities and you quickly agreed since you didn’t have anything to eat all day other than those few snacks. You both opted for a hotdog and quickly finished it, feeling the hunger once the food was in your hands. The both of you roamed a little around the fair, watching everything that was on display.

The various games that were hard for normal people but to you both were as easy as pie and all the different prizes they had. A particular prize caught your eye and you memorised the stall number to visit later. The numerous contrasting foods and their delicious aromas wrapped around you like a blanket as you passed their respective stalls.

You saw a stall with flavoured lemonade and urged Dean to try some. You continued exploring while drinking the flavours of your choice. You reached the end of the ground, where the carnival was set, where a huge Ferris wheel waited for you and Dean.

You could only imagine the view you would get from the top. You tugged at your boyfriend’s jacket sleeve, stopping at the queue for the giant ride. You quickly emptied your plastic cups and threw them in the trash. You couldn’t help but notice Dean being a little nervous about the ride and found it so adorable. Dean Winchester, the best hunter in the world, was scared of a Ferris wheel.

It wasn’t long till it was your chance to sit in one of the carts. The crew guy locked the bar over your laps, securing you in. You heard Dean start humming Metallica, which you knew he did to calm himself down, as the ride started to take you up. You took his hand in yours, your thumb caressing the back of his hand. His grip on your hand tightened and you squeezed it back in reassurance, resting your head on his shoulder. You knew he was a little scared but couldn’t help and find the whole situation utterly adorable and amusing.

The wheel stopped when you were halfway to the top and you looked down to see that a couple was getting off a cart and another taking their place. You looked back at Dean, sitting next to you, and he had a funny expression on his face.

“Hey! You okay?” You asked, your brows furrowing.

He scanned his surroundings for a few seconds and then gulped, looking at you. You raised your eyebrows in question and he opened his mouth but no words came out.

“I uh...I think I’m gonna throw up.” He stuttered.

“You WHAT?!” You said, voice getting louder with shock while you let go of his hand and put as much distance as you could between the two of you. Your turn had just started and you were approximately 50 feet above ground and you had nowhere to go. Your thoughts started spiralling and you quickly rambled out, “I swear to god Dean if you throw up here I’ll kill you. Don’t even think about throwing up. Swallow it down if you have to. Don’t you dare throw up.”

“I can’t just not throw up Y/n!” He screeched.

“I don’t care!!” You said, shaking your head from side to side.

You both stared at each other in disbelief for a minute when Dean started laughing hysterically, his whole body shaking the cart. Your eyes widened when realisation hit you. He was messing with you. He wasn’t nauseous. Ugh! You hated him so much. The ride started again, taking you both up and he was still laughing.

“Asshole!” You said, smacking his arm and the cart shook a little bit.

“Whoa Y/n! I might fall!” Dean shrieked and you grumbled ‘Good!’ in reply.

You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes and looking away from him. It wasn’t long until you reached the top and as soon as you took in the view, your annoyance vaporized into thin air. You could see the whole town from up here, hundreds of lights twinkling in the distance, the cold wind blowing through your hair. It all looked so heavenly stunning.

“This is so beautiful!” You whispered in awe.

“Yeah it is.” Dean agreed with you and when you looked at him, he was looking at you. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes while a blush crept up on your cheeks making your face warm even in the cold breeze. A smug expression made its way on Dean’s face and he wiggled his brow at you, thinking of how easy it was to win you over. But before he could make a smartass comment, you crashed your lips onto his, shutting him up. He didn’t seem to mind, bringing his hand up to your cheek, his thumb caressing it, while the other one still held onto the metal bar which was your only safety.

You made out like horny teenagers the whole ride, giggling when your noses collided. You both got out of the small cart, hands entwining and began to make your way back. You were walking quietly, taking in your surroundings when out of nowhere a guy ran past you, drenching you with the milkshake he had in his hand. You gasped at the contact of the cold liquid with your body, which quickly started seeping into your clothes and making you shiver.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed looking at you, anger filling him straight away and then his green eyes gazed behind you to catch sight of that guy.

“Let it go, Dean. I need to change before I get sick.” You said, tugging at his hand.

“Okay okay. I think I saw a souvenir shop a little ahead. Let’s get you some clean clothes from there.” He said, his anger disappearing and worry taking its place.

You nodded and let him guide you to the shop, hoping they had some clothes you could wear. As much as you disliked coming here at first, you were having a good time and didn’t wanna go back home so soon.

You went into the shop, thanking everyone in this world when you found some clothes at the back. You quickly took off their tag and handed them to Dean so he could pay for them while you changed in the fitting room. You quickly got out of your milkshake soaked clothes and put them in a plastic bag. You left the fitting room, your eyes meeting with those gorgeous green ones and he chuckled, shaking his head and looking down.

“What?” You asked, feeling a little conscious.

“Nothing. I’m just not that surprised at your choice of clothing.” He said with amusement, waving his hand up and down towards your body.

You glanced down at yourself and realised that you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. You were back in your lazy clothes and chuckled too. You looked at Dean and shrugged while smirking, “What can I say? The lazy chose me.”

He grinned at you, pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss was all sweet and loving. He parted when the need for air became too much and rested his forehead on yours, whispering on your lips, “I’m starting to think it did.”

You pecked his lips one more time before taking his hand to exit the shop. You both roamed around a bit more, going on some rides and eating some food. You lost a bet to Dean, getting dizzy before him on Chair-O-Planes, resulting in him making fun of you before you kissed him to shut him up while he lost a bet to you, getting scared in the fun house once while you didn’t. You made fun of him before he applied your method of shutting him up, kissing you. You both tried a hybrid of a cake and a pie which was so fucking delicious that it left you two moaning with each bite and you instantly got a whole one packed to take home. Dean kept convincing you to call it Pieke which you kept ignoring. You also tried something called a ‘pizza cone’, it looked like a normal ice cream cone but instead of the ice cream, it had cheese and pizza sauce and the cone was made out of dough. It was easily the best kind of pizza you’ve ever had and got a few of them packed for everyone back at home.

It was safe to say that both of your stomachs were full with finger-licking food and your hearts with irreplaceable memories from tonight. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this carefree and had so much fun. You hated to admit it, but Dean was right and you were definitely not going to say that out loud and give him one more chance of being all cocky and boastful.

Both of you were lazily strolling with one of your hands carrying the bags with the food and the other interlaced with each others’. You could see the opening from where you had entered, meaning you had done everything there was to do.

“You ready to go home, sweetheart?” Dean asked, his head tilting to you while his eyes darted towards the entry/exit point.

You hummed while nodding, Dean pecking your forehead and beginning to walk again. You had just stepped out of the carnival when your brain reminded you of that stall number you had thought of visiting before and you quickly shrieked, “WAIT!!”

He stopped in his tracks, turning to you with his brows raised, “What?”

“Uh, I remembered something I have to do.” You gave him a vague reply, not looking him in the eye.

“Okay, let’s go do it then.” He said, turning to walk back inside.

“NO!! No no.” You yelped, pushing on his shoulders to turn him back. He gave you a perplexed look and you awkwardly said, “You don’t have to come. Plus I kinda gotta do it alone.”

“Okaaay..” Dean said, unsure.

“Alright! So I'll meet you at the car in 20.” You hastily rambled out, pecking his lips and made your way back to the stall you had earlier seen in the night, leaving a dumbfounded Dean behind.

You were walking back to the car, a giant rainbow slinky in your hands, which were behind your back, to hide the toy from him. You saw how heartbroken he was, when the one Sam had gotten him on a case, got broken. You just wanted to see his whole face light up and give you that huge smile that lit up your world. You had seen the slinky displayed as a prize on the Ring Toss game and had won it for your boyfriend easily, your hunter skills coming handy.

You saw Dean leaning against the Impala, a mischievous look on his face, something blue and huge peeking out from where he was hiding it behind him. You squinted your eyes to figure out what he was hiding but failed to make anything out.

“What you got there, Y/n?” Dean questioned, nodding to your hands, amusement painted all over his face.

“I could ask the same.” You smirked, raising one of your eyebrows.

“Well as they say, ‘Ladies first’” He winked and you chuckled.

“You’re gonna need your hands for this one and they’re a little busy as far as I can tell.” You said, wiggling your brows at him.

Realisation hit him and you chuckled at his puzzled expression at what to do with whatever was in his hands. He told you to close your eyes and not open them until he shoved the thing he had in his hands in Baby through the window. He gave you the green light to open his eyes. You gave out a count of three out loud and then brought the slinky in front of you. Dean gasped, his whole face lighting up with a million megawatt smile, just like you had imagined, lighting up your whole world in the process.

“No! Oh, you’re the best girlfriend EVER!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOU’RE SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!” Dean blurted out, voice raising with each word, probably on cloud nine right now. Your face heated up at his words but you just dismissed them, mumbling ‘yeah yeah’ while looking down at your feet.

“Okay time for your surprise!”- He said, remembering what he had stuffed in the window earlier, -“Close your eyes.”- he insisted, turning around to get it out of the car while you shut your eyes, -”And no cheating!” You chuckled at his childish behaviour, loving it all the same.

“You need some help with that?” You teased him, after a few minutes passed and you heard him struggling to get it out of the car. He grunted an ‘almost done’ making you chuckle again.

“Alright, open up, sweetheart.” He said.

“YOU DID NOT!!” You gasped as you saw what he was holding in his hands, happy tears making your eyes blurry, reminding you of your childhood.

You instantly took the giant, almost as big as you, Stitch stuffed plush from his arms, squeezing it tightly against yourself. You couldn’t believe he got that for you. That little alien meant the world to you.

“I saw it at a shooting game after you left and I just couldn’t not get it for you. I know how much you love the movie and this weird guy. And also this is compensation if you didn’t have a good time tonight.” He told you and you looked up at him.

“Dean I...this...YOU are the best boyfriend in this universe and all the others. You don’t know how much this means to me...I...I love you.” You stuttered, words not coming to you as your feelings overwhelmed you, your voice getting smaller at the end.

He stepped forward, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you passionately while his large hands cupped your face. You kissed him back with the same passion, pouring all the feelings you felt into it, immense love for a certain green eyed man being the biggest. You parted when the need for oxygen became too much and rested your forehead on his.

“You should find yourself a new bed to sleep in because I just found a new cuddle buddy I won’t be letting go of any time soon.” You teased him, a smile playing on your lips.

“Pfft yeah right.” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, sorry Stitch, unfortunately I kinda love him the most.” You said with mock sadness in your tone.

“Unfortunately my ass!” He grumbled and you laughed at that.

“I love you. So so much.” You said, pecking his lips.

“I know. Now get your cute butt in the car. It’s getting late and we gotta go home.” He said, lightly smacking your ass as you rounded the car to take a seat.

“Plus, I gotta show you just how much I love you for getting me that slinky.” He winked, suggestively, getting into the car.

“Oh I can’t wait.” You winked back.

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