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spidybaby · 1 year

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Gold digger

Summary: A lost item at the airport and a miscommunication can be the end of your relationship.

Warning: cursing.

Part two

A/N: This is pure exaggeration. Please don't believe this is based on any real action. ❤️

Stress

Was a short-term for Kylian current status.

He lost his toiletry bag at the plane, even tho you fly private, he managed to lose his personal things.

"Kylian, can you please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. We have already changed the house locks, and we froze you credit cards, and they're looking for it." You say massaging his shoulders.

"I can't help but worry, that's my whole identity. I have nothing now."

He was worried because his father suffered from identity theft.

"You have something."

"What?"

"You have me," you hug him from behind. "I know it's not too much, but I'll make sure all your things return to you Kylian. Even if I have to search the plane myself."

He smiles at your reflection on the mirror.

"You're more than enough."

After a small talk, you both were getting ready for his birthday dinner, planning it, and having everything ready from where you were vacationing was hard, but you managed to do it.

When the family started to arrived, you greet everyone and made sure they were all conformable.

"Honey, can I use your bathroom, the two down here are busy."

Wilfrid asked you.

"Yes, use any of the upstairs bathrooms. You don't have to ask, please do."

Wilfrid went upstairs to his sons bathroom, he sees Ethan getting out of your room. "Gotcha," he jokes.

"Jeez, the bathroom is still busy downstairs?"

"Yes, it is. Why do you think I'm here?"

"I'll be with everyone, be careful with the hand washing, y/n got her makeup very close to there and we don't want to ruin anything."

"I'll be careful, go have fun."

Wilfrid did what Ethan told him. He was careful with your makeup.

"Oh, merde," he couldn't find a towel to dry his hands and didn't want to shake them scared to ruin something.

After looking around a little, he noticed the navy blue hand towel on top of a travel bag. Probably Kylians.

"Oh, Ethan, always so messy."

He picked the towel and dried his hands. He was about to leave when he noticed what was inside of the travel bag.

Kylian lost toiletry bag.

He grabbed it, checking it inside. Everything was there, his wallet, his keys, his documents. He was relieved that everything was there.

He was about to turn around and go find everyone to share the news, but he notice other thing.

The travel bag wasn't his son's.

It has some of your personal belongings.

"What?" He's confused about why you have it.

To be honest, he wasn't your biggest fan. He always got that feeling about you that didn't quite convince him about you.

Kylian, of course, always told him off.

But this time, he had proof.

He exists the room as fast as possible, looking for Kylian.

"Arrête, Kylian." He called when he saw him doing shots with Tchaga. "Come with me."

He was confused but did what his father told him. Wilfrid dragged him to his room.

"What is going on with you?"

"Shut up, did you find your things?"

Kylian rolled his eyes. He got asked the same question several times.

"Non."

"What if I told you that it has been on your home all this time?"

"Quoi?" He asked confused

Wilfrid walked back inside the bathroom to grab the big bag, throwing it onto the bed.

"Look inside." His father ordered him.

He does as he's told.

Opening the bag that was originally his, but after a few vacations with you, you made it your own.

When he opens the bag, the first thing he sees is his lost bag.

"You find it." He says excited. "Merde, thank you so much." He was happy. All his things are secured with him.

He's about to hug his father but notices his cold expression.

"I found it, but I found it here."

Kylians frowns.

"That's impossible."

"Is it?"

"Dad, c'mon, what are you implying?"

Wilfrid thinks his words before saying them. "She had the bag Kylian."

But he knew she didn't. He was sure his girlfriend, the one who saw him cry in distress because of the lost of the bag.

"Non."

"Kylian, why would I lied?"

"Non, there has to be another explanation."

"Oh really, then tell me what it is?"

"Don't move."

He's furious. He walks fast looking for you.

"Y/n," he called your name, noticing you and his mother were talking. "Can I borrow you for a second."

"Sure, bébé. I'll be right back."

When you started walking upstairs, he grabbed your arm and hurried your steps.

"Ouch, Ky." You tried to let go, but he wouldn't.

Once he enters the shared room, you see his father.

"Ky, let go, please. You're hurting me."

His father is looking at you with an angry expression.

"What's wrong?" You ask, arm still on his hand. "Kylian, let me go. Please."

He let go of you. He was angry, you know by looking at his face.

"I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me." He says elevating the tone. "Where is my bag?"

"What?" You were confused. "Why would I know?"

"Don't." Wilfrid says. "You sure you don't know?"

"Why would I know?" You repeat. "Kylian, what the fuck?"

He walked to the bed, where the bag you used for your things during this vacation was laying. He opens it and pulls his bag.

"Want to explain yourself?" You look at Wilfrid and then back at Kylian.

You stayed quiet, the tension was thick.

"You believe I did this?"

Kylian is not looking at you anymore. He's looking at the window.

"Kylian," you call higher this time. "You believe I did this?"

He shakes his head. "No, I know there has to be an explanation for this."

"I don't understand." You wanted to cry. "Why would I do this?"

"I'll tell you why?" Wilfrid says. "Take this as you want, but you're a broken college student. You're full of debts. Don't think we don't know that." He says harshly. "So you did it as a way of pretending someone else did it. You know all his card codes it was easy money and bye debts."

You can feel your heart breaking. You didn't know his father had that image of you. Wonder if his whole family thinks the same.

"Kylian." You say out of breath. "You think that too?"

"No, of course no." He's trying to get to you, but you're backing away. "Dad, I don't think. No. Maybe you forgot you put it there."

You shake your head. "I didn't take it. Believe me."

"Then why was it there?" The harsh tone didn't cease.

"I don't know." You start to cry. "I didn't take it, Kylian, please."

"I think," he says before kylian could talk. "You need to pack your stuff and leave. I don't trust you around my son, and I'm not going to allow you to be here seeing what you did. I'm not going to allow a gold digger to be with my son."

You feel humiliated. The man you love is hearing how his father insults you and won't bat an eye.

"Kylian." You tried one more time.

"Kylian, go outside, go back to the party."

The way he obeys his father is incredible for you. He didn't even look at you. His head is hung down.

Once he left you two alone, Wilfrid walked up to you. "Pack your stuff, and don't try anything, I'll call you a cab." You nodded, scared.

He left the room, going downstairs, he sees Kylian chugging a whole glass of liquor. He can't imagine how he's feeling.

"Hey, dad." Ethan called his father attention. "Come here."

Ethan takes his father a little far from where his brother and friends are.

"Guess what I did." He's smiling like crazy.

"I don't know, tell me."

"Well, I spent the whole day at the airport, I found Kylian bag, I know he's down because of that, y/n told me how he's all sad. So I went there and they found it with the covers of the seats at the laundry station."

Wilfrid feels his blood turn cold.

"I left it in one of his bags and covered it with the towel, I'm telling y/n so she can surprise him. Have you seen her?"

The smile on Ethan face is making him feel worse, his eyes turning to Kylian, sitting at the couch trying not to break down. All because of him.

"Merde," he turns around, looking for you.

When he opens the door, he finds uncontrollably crying, packing all your stuff.

"Y/n," he says, getting closer.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick, I'm only taking my own stuff, that I bought with my own money."

He saw how you pack, not knowing how to fix the mess he created.

"Y/n." Ethan calls. "Y/n? What are you doing?" He's now worried. "Dad?"

"Ethan, please go downstairs." You say not wanting him to see you like that. "Please, it's okay, I'm fine. Just go."

"But."

"Go, I'm fine, E."

Wilfrid feels like throwing up, even when he had treated you like crap and accused you of something so terrible, you treated Ethan with such love.

Etha runs downstairs, looking for his brother.

"Kylian, come, please. I don't know what's going on, she's crying, she's packing."

All his friends turned to him, getting worried about the angst scene the little Mbappé is on."

"Kylian, move your fucking ass."

"Don't bother Ethan, just forget about it. Go eat something and ignore everything."

Everyone is looking at Kylian with amused expressions.

"Kylian, is this about the fucking bag? Because if it is, I already told dad that I found it, it's on your dior travel bag. Now can you please come."

His eyes snapped back at his brother. "You did what?"

"I found the fucking pouch, now come upstairs quickly."

Kylian pushes his friends in order to run upstairs. Finding his father outside of the door.

"What the fuck did you do? You told me she had it." He screams. His whole family and friends are now aware of the situation. "What the fuck?"

He enters the room, finding you closing your big suitcase. "Amour, please hear me out."

"Why?" You say angrily. "So you can let your father call me a gold digger again? For you to let me get humiliated by him?"

"What?"

You both turned to Ethan and Fayza, they're standing outside of the closet.

"Dad called you what?" Ethan asks.

"Ethan, please don't get involved into this."

"No! What the fuck is wrong with you, dad?"

"Ethan," you call him. "Please, don't do this."

Fayza and Wilfrid are arguing. She's trying to understand the situation.

"You," E, says, pressing his finger hard into his brothers chest. "Let's him call her a Gold Digger?"

"He said she took the fucking bag" he justified.

"Oh and you fucking believe that?" He laughs "Kylian, your girlfriend have had your whole bank account information for years, she had been taking care of important and expensive jewelry. And you believed that shit?"

You wanted to cry again, Ethan was right. You have been helping your boyfriend with his finances for a long time now, all because you were studying a financial career.

"Y/n, darling, grab your stuff, we're leaving." Fayza says angrily. "And you, she turns to Kylian. "You disappoint me so much, how could you?"

"Fayza, it's okay, I already called a friend." You don't want his family to have a fight because of you.

"Nonsense, you're coming with me. Ethan, help her with her things." Ethan runs to you. "You don't deserve this, I'm sorry."

You let Ethan take your suitcase downstairs.

"Y/n, please amour."

"No!" You push him away. "I've never done anything for you to doubt about me. I was the one who offered you to pay for the things at the hotel, I've been the one who takes care of your wallet and watches during games or parties." You pause, taking air, you wanted to let out everything. "I rejected your help when you offered to pay for my loans, I said no. You want to know why?" You turn to Wilfrid.

At this point, both Kylian and you are crying.

"Because I'm not here for the money, I earn my own, and yes, I'm a broken college student, but I know how to work hard for what I want."

He only look at his shoes.

"Please don't go, I need you."

"No, Kylian." You laugh. "You don't need me. Why would you need someone like me? To feel more important?"

"No, amour."

"Don't call me like that." You scream at him. "I don't want to see you again, I'm done."

"Please," he begged. "What am I going to do without you?"

"I don't know, Kylian." You shake your head. "But if you ever need a gold digger, call me up. Apparently, your father thinks I'm one."

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creedslove · 8 months

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The Millers 💖

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: an insight of Joel's married life with you and fatherhood of a little boy

Inspired by this post after I fell in love with the idea of Joel being a dad to a baby boy 💙

Warnings: fluff and Joel Miller being the best husband and father in the world

A/N: idk besties, I love Joel and I want him to be happy 😭🥺

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When Joel had Sarah, everything was harder; he was too young to take that much of a responsibility by himself and yet he did it. Giving up his dream and short term plans, he saw himself seeking a steady job to provide for himself and his baby daughter, and for that he worked hard. Joel Miller had to work his ass off in order to make sure his family would be well taken care of. However, he loved that tiny little baby girl with all his heart, and it was that love that gave him the strength and the perseverance to fight things off and make sure his daughter had everything he could give her. Luckily to him, he did a pretty good job at raising her, stated fact as she blossomed into a beautiful, lovely and kind-hearted young woman, who gave him nothing but happiness and pride when she managed to get into a top-notch university, after all, she was the smartest kid he'd ever met.

He didn't know exactly what to do after he dropped her off in college, returning to the home that had been filled with her presence, her laughter, her joy and her things, was now a home Joel would have to live in alone and occasionally sharing with his laid-back brother. He was still fairly young, he had a successful business and he thought he would spend his next decades leading a quiet, comfortable life, with a lot of work, some fun, some night stands and that was it.

Meeting you wasn't planned, but it ended up being one of the best, sweetest surprises life had given him, and still, he had never thought it would end up in marriage. He figured you two would be together until you got tired of him and found someone better, he wouldn't blame you, he always thought you deserved more, even if it broke his heart. Turns out you didn't want anyone better, younger or wealthier, you wanted him, exactly like he wanted you, so despite Joel being a stubborn man, you showed him your love and you ended up married to the love of your life. Not bad at all.

However, he had never thought of having a second child. Not that he was against it, but he just figured it wouldn't happen at all, he had gone through all of it with Sarah, so he didn't see himself restarting it from the very beginning… that is until you came with a positive pregnancy test and Joel realized he was going to be a father. You were going to be a mother and you two would become parents. It took him some seconds to let the news sink in, he was shocked, he was not going to lie… he knew you two should've discussed the possibility of having kids and how that would affect your marriage and daily life, but since you were already pregnant, he saw that ship had already sailed.

He was terrified, but also couldn't hide the fact he was so happy to be doing that with you, before he knew it would be different than the first time, where he had to handle a newborn on his own and became a single parent, instead you would do it as a couple, together, building up a family, you were about to become The Millers and he fucking loved that.

Over the course of his life, Joel had to learn to be a girl dad, task that wasn't easy at all, he had no idea one day he would have to learn about Disney princesses, and Barbies, and My Little Pony shit and all the sparkly glittery Sarah was so crazy about when she was a kid. And for a rough guy like himself, he had done a decent job. Which was why his whole perspective had changed the moment he learned you and him were having a little boy.

Joel felt like his heart had stopped for a moment, it was the second time you nearly gave him a heart attack during your marriage. It was so new to him, to know that in a matter of months he was having a little boy. He thought of all the things he would like to do some day, such as teach him how to play the guitar, take him to sports matches, play soccer after Sunday lunches, take him to work… there was just an infinity of things he could try. He was excited.

When you and Joel decided to turn the guest room into nursery, was when he began wondering if his son would be the dinosaur kind of kid, or if he would be into space stuff, animals, or whatever, and just to be safe, Joel bought some of each of the items; that way his little boy could choose whatever he wanted and Joel would be a proud dad not matter what.

Three years after you broke the news to him, Joel prepared himself to leave home and come back home every night to his beautiful wife and his sweet little toddler. It terrified him how time flew by and in the blink of an eye, his beautiful Samuel Miller went from a tiny little baby, to a sweet chatty toddler, and in a matter of time he would become a teen and then an adult. It felt like an exaggeration, but that was what happened to Sarah. He just didn't want to miss out on his son's life, he didn't want to waste precious family moments by working too much. Money was a need, but so was his family, and that was why Joel hated the fact he had to work until that late, he knew you would be gladly waiting for him, but Sammy would be just asleep by the time he finally made it back home. He sighed, as he really enjoyed spending time playing trucks, cars, or blocks with his little man.

He got off his truck and walked to the door, opening it to find a nearly quiet home, the sound of TV was there, though it was low enough for him to be aware you were still awake, but he was sure his boy was already in bed. That was why it made Joel so surprise to moment he saw a tiny little thing waddling towards him, his messy little brown curls showed he had already got cuddles from his mommy, which caused him to he sleepy, judging by the way he rubbed his tired little brown eyes - exactly like Joel's.

"Daddy?" He whispered and smiled tiredly the moment he spotted Joel, rushing to him and hugging him tight, giggling adorably the moment his daddy lifted him up and tiny arms wrapped around Joel's neck. "Miss you daddy"

"Miss you too, Sammy… were you nice to your mommy? Did you take good care of her?" He saw his son nodding obediently and you resting against the doorframe, smiling at them. Your heart was a puddle of love each time you saw how good Joel was with your little boy. You walked to them, caressing Sammy's head gently and pecked Joel's lips

"There's dinner for you" you winked at your husband and got his plate out of the oven, as it was still warm and placed it on the table. You walked to him and tried taking Sammy, but he shook his head "no mommy, stay with daddy please" he gave you the puppy eyes and then turned to Joel "can we play trucks after dinner, daddy?" He asked with a yawn and rested his little body against his dad's stomach, fighting sleep as hard as he could.

While Joel ate, Sammy just stayed quiet, his small hands gripping his daddy's wrist and holding his watch. He shook his head when Joel offered him some food, all he wanted was to play trucks with his daddy.

Joel was still hungry and he was eager to finish that amazing plate you'd made him, but he couldn't simply continue eating while his boy wanted to spend precious time with him. He wrapped his arm gently around Sammy's tummy and got up, taking his son with him

"Daddy is done eating, let's play now, okay? But let's play in your room because our trucks are so noisy and we can't bother mommy" he tickled his son, as he used his trick to convince Sammy to play a little in bed before tucking him in. Sammy on the other hand, could barely contain his excitement, he rubbed his tired eyes once more, but this time the giggles came easy as he was taken to his bed by his father. He sat down comfortably and asked Joel to pick his yellow and blue truck: it was his favorite, given by his big sister Sarah on his last birthday. The man smiled at the thought of it, how his kids were adorable, even if the age gap between them was expressive, Sarah was every bit of sweet to her baby brother, and Sammy simply loved her. He handed his son the truck and sat by the edge of the bed. As they engaged in the activity, Sammy told his daddy silly nothings, giggled and smiled, until he was overpowered by sleep. He lay down in bed, and Joel placed the truck on the floor, taking the fluffy dinosaur blanket and covered Sammy. His big hand caressed his son's beautiful face. He might look like Joel, but he was every bit of sweet and lovely as his mommy, you, the woman Joel loved the most and he was so thankful for having given him the best present a man could have: a family.

"Night night daddy"

"Night Sammy, daddy loves you"

"I love you too, daddy"

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bvnniixs · 4 months

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“wanna be yours..”

Work Manager x f!reader

( older man x younger!reader )

warnings! 18+, p in v in protected sex (reader on bc!), hair pulling, degrading terms, semi-public, , huge ish age gap? ,college reader(18) older manager(27), slight angst, inappropriate workplace relationship, oral sex (female receiving) , over stimulation:3, nipple sucking, smut with a plot kinda off ??, cheating implied, creampie, doggy and mating press, rough sex, ass slapping , pet names, daddy kink

A/N part two maybe soon??

A 10 hour shift was honestly pretty hard when you’re running on four monster cans for energy and a four hour sleep schedule. Though she was pulling through. There she stood at the register, it wasn’t too busy since it was later at night. Two hours away from closing time, meaning she could finally fucking go home! Of course there were always costumers who lurked at night, causing her to have to continue working. At least she was getting paid. Tonight her manager who hired her worked that night, meaning he was more relaxed. Unlike her bigger boss manager who was always riding her dick twenty four fucking seven.

As she scanned a costumers items one by one, bagging them and securing glass items. She told them their price than asked for their payment type. “have a good night..” she muttered softly as she handed them their receipt. Her coworker Sapphire smiled as she approached the register, looking at her clearly exhausted coworker. “hey <name>, Alejandro wants you in this office. Something about your schedule..” she states softly, earning a sigh some the girl. “I swear to all above if his sassy ass is cutting me short i’m fighting him.” Sapphire giggled softly as she took over the register next to her, “he deserves an ass beating for making me work on my birthday last month..” She complained softly as she watched <name> walked around to the front of the registers. “yeah definitely kicking his ass now..” she stated as she walked away heading towards the managers office. Typing in the code to the door she grabbed the handle, turning it and entering. “Alejandro..you wanted to speak to me?” you called out. “yeah in here, close the door behind you.” his rough voice called back, causing her stomach to flutter. She wouldn’t lie if she said she wasn’t attracted to the man, every since she fucking applied here she’d been head over heels for him. As she entered the room she saw him, his tall figure slouched in his office chair, veiny covered hands typing on his keyboard, glasses at the pinch of his nose. His muscles were visible through his tight collared shirt. As she entered the room her hand reach for the door, closing it gently behind her.

“Sooo.. what did you want to talk about…like what’s wrong with my schedule..?” she asked off the bat, walking closer to the man as she took a seat in the extra chair in the office. The cold air now hitting her, causing goosebumps to appear on her arms. A shiver going down her spine, he noticed this. Pushing his glasses up, he turned his body in the chair. “You cold?” he questioned, she nodded softly. “yeah but i’ll be fine.” she replied, looking into his brown eyes. “alright, well. I called you in here because you’ve been requesting a lot of hours.” she was confused, why was that such a bad thing..after all he was the one who suggested she work more hours now that she was in college. “Ale..what do you mean?” she asked softly, her leg voice clearly being confused. “You’re over working yourself.” he replied, “and why is that any of your business? You suggested i work more so i am, making more money to pay for college.” she hissed. A sigh left the males throat as he rubbed her temples, “That doesn’t mean work every day and get zero sleep. I’m worried. Alright, i care about you.” Taking a deep breath in she closed her eyes in sync. Opening them as she muttered words, “you have a wife and kids..why do you care about me..shouldn’t you care for your wife..not for your employee who’s years younger than you..” That ticked him off, he clenched his fist as she too the time to think about it what to say. “it’s not like that..” “it’s not? because you flirt with me one day than ignore me the next or friend zone me..leaving me confused and hurt.. so what is it Alejandro.” she questioned, her glare hardening on him. “it’s..” he attempted to explain, thought the words could not find his tongue. “exactly.” she said as she stood up, “wait..” he said suddenly grabbing her wrist. She gasped softly as she was pulled towards him, he was still sitting as he pulled her in between his thighs. His hands snaking around her waist, holding her in place. His lips pressed against hers roughly, (yes he is still sitting, he’s tall alright) causing a moan to escape her throat. The kiss took her by surprise but she kissed him back, her arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders.

His hands moved down to her ass, cupping the flesh tightly as his tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring her. Moans and whimpers escaped her throat as he roughly made out with her, fondling her body. He pulled away eventually to catch his breath, panting as his forehead pressed against hers. “i thought it wasn’t like that..” she whispered softly, panting softly as she stared into his eyes. “i lied..” he muttered as he held her, “what about your wife..?” “fuck it..” he said gently, huffing his chest. Capturing her lips for a second time he pulled her to sit on his lap, her chest pressed against his. He slide his hands into her pants, gripped her flesh, causing a yelp to leaving her throat again. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, capturing every inch of her mouth. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders as his lips melted into hers. “fuck…” he hummed, his hands tugging down her pants. “s’take..these off..” he ordered assisting her in removing her pants. The soft fabric was laced between his fingers, running them across the wet slit through the cloth. “so wet for me..fuck.” he groaned as her moans vibrated against his lips. He lowered himself from the chair, his hands slowly sliding down her hips to her thighs. With one tug, her panties were removed. Seeing her wet cunt he licked his lips with hunger, soon leaning forward and taking a single lick of her folds. Causing her to shudder from excitement arousal. “please..need you..” she pleaded softly, her hands roaming through his hair. “wait baby..” he cooed softly, taking another lick of her cunt. Savouring her taste,her eyes rolled back as she rose up on her tip toes. Cries of pleasure echoed the office, her grip on his hair tightening as he slipped a finger in from behind. Thrusting into her cunt repeatedly, lewd noises getting louder and louder. “please…mmm..fuck..! please need you…” she cried, begging for him. He hummed with satisfaction as his thumb found her throbbing clit. Rubbing it with care and fast movements. A knot formed in her stomach, causing her to see stars. “Ale..gunna…cum..fuck..” she hummed out, earning a pleased breath from him. “s’cum for me baby..”

Without hesitation she met her climax, the knot in her stomach blooming. Causing her body to shoot full of pleasure, her eyes going hazy as she let a loud cry out which led to him covering her mouth with his hand to muffle he sounds. “that’s s’good girl” he cooed, removing his fingers from her cunt. Thought since they were sucking him in so tightly it was a slight struggle to remove his fingers. Her legs felt like jelly as she collapsed into him, he caught her of course. Smiling as he held her in his arms, “i got you baby.” He picked her up, carrying her over to the desk. He bent her over, kissing the back of her neck softly as he whispered sweet words into her ear. Allowing her to come down from her high. His hands rubbed against her ass, giving a gentle smack to her left cheek. Earning a yelp from the younger female. The sound of a belt unbuckling and pants falling tot he ground was heard by her, causing her to look back. In awe she stared at his length, the girth as well. He was more thick than he was long but still, he definitely would hit all the right spots. Biting nervously down on her bottom lip she watched as he gripped his length. She whimpered as he rubbed her folds, her slick cunt being a lubricant for him. The head of his cock was covered in her cum, allowing him to slowly slide himself into her cunt. The feeling of his head stretching into her caused her to throw her head back, gasping out. He pushed further into her sopping wet core, his cock stretching her out whole. It felt like he was splitting her open. As his girth fully entered her warmth, he let a grunt out as her walls sucked him deeper inside her. It was long before he started moving. Thrusting powerfully into her, smacking her ass here and than leaving red hand marks. His hands grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back as he plowed her from behind. Railing her insides hard and deep making her cry out in pleasure, lewd wet noises filling the room. The smell of Sex filled the office, soft moans and the clapping of skin following shortly behind. “shhhh baby..gotta be a good girl and stay silent for daddy okay? don’t want anyone hearing you now do we?” he cooed, his deep voice filling her ears. She moaned softly as his balls hit her clit over and over, slapping it relentlessly. Her pussy was sucking him in deeper and deeper as she felt her second orgasm build up. “gunna..mmfuck…cum..” he groaned, his thrusts beginning to become for unstable and desperate. His head hitting her cervix over and over, causing her toes to curl. “fuck hell.. this slutty pussy is taking me so fucking well..” he added, his hands moving to grip her hips firmly as she pounded into her. “fffuckk.. you like that you dirty girl..” nodding her head rapidly in response, tears rolled down her cheeks as he hit her spot over and over. “fuck baby, daddy’s gonna cum in this pussy..” he announced, she felt herself growing closer to finishing. Her eyes shutting as he plowed her, though he stopped. When he pulled out it caused her to let a soft whimper out, “Alejandro..” she muttered “please…need you..” she cried. “sshhh baby, i’ll take care of you.” he reassured, turning her weak body over where he moved her to the chair. Folding her body in a mating press, sliding her uniform shirt up to reveal her pastel pink bra. He cupped her breasts, almost tearing her bra off. Leaning his head down he placed his mouth over her left nipple, using his free hand to grip his length again. Rubbing himself on her slick folds.

When he felt like it he thrusted in, earning a gasp from her. Once in his hand now moved to her right breast, fondling it as his lips captures her left nipple. His thrusts are animalistic as he plows deeper than ever into her. This position allowed him to hit spots he couldn’t before, causing her to be louder. He moved his to grab her underwear from the ground and shove it into her mouth to silence her. “s’fuck..” his hand was placed right back on her breast where he fondled it roughly. Licking her bud caused her to be more over stimulated than she ever way before. His cock pounding into her core over and over drawing out a long painful but pleasant orgasm. A muffled moaned escaped her throat as she came around his cock, her walls gripping him for dear life. “fuck..gonna cum in this pussy..fuck..” he moaned as he rutted into her. “cumf..inm..mme..” she managed to say through the panties in her mouth. “Fuck you want my babies? wanna be a mommy to my kids?” “yesss..” a sadistic growl from deep inside exited his throat. His thrusts grew stronger and faster as his cock filled her up. “fuck gunna cum baby…fuck squeezing me so tight..” it wasn’t long before he came deep into her womb. Hot strings of white cum shot deep within her, forcing a moan from her. Her nails dug into his back as he thrusted a few final times before officially stopping. The so panted, exhausted now as they closed their eyes. Foreheads pressed against each other. She didn’t know what to say so she remained silent, until he broke the silence. “fuck..that’s was s’mazing baby..” he said, sounding drunk off her pussy. Slowly he pulled out off her, watching as his cum spilled out of her throbbing hole. “Alejandro…” she whispered softly, keeping her hands around his neck. “yes love?” he responded, opening his eyes to see her closed ones. “i love you..” she admitted, opening her eyes as she looked back into his. He didn’t know what to say at first but eventually he kissed her lips, a small peck and returned the feelings. “i love you too.” She smiled as she kept her forehead against his. “so what now?” she asked softly, he thought for a second. “what do you mean?” “i mean, what are we?” she answered, maintaining eye contact with him. “What would you like to be..” he questioned, earning a soft smile from her. “i wanna be yours..” “well you are mines..now let’s get you cleaned up..our shift ends soon.” She smiled softly as she agreed, allowing him to help her sit her the two got cleaned up and fixed themselves before returning to the floor. The ride home with him now would be quite interesting now. (he drives reader home, aka campus)

End A/N i hope yall enjoyed that, i’ll be writing more for sure bc im bored !! 😲

#dilf x reader #smut #boss x employee #employer #oldermen #daddy k!nk #original character #oc #older man younger woman #older guys #older daddy #older male #semi public sex #x reader #x reader smut

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darkdemeter · 4 months

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OLD DRAFT CONCEPT : " GUARD DOG "

—- not my gif, credit to original poster! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader (x slight Natasha Romanoff)

A/N — Here's a little bedtime story for ya'll. Old draft concept for an upcoming and looong oneshot for Wanda in a mafia au setting. Bits and pieces may be recognised in the published column plot wise but overall, we're taking an alternate route, my babbies.

WORD COUNT — 2.2k

READER DISCRETION �� Alcohol consumption — mafia business and semi dark themes — profanity — mention of death and murder — mention of black market and auction — reader and Nat have some history — player reader Tony is so proud — Alexander Pierce is of course an arsehole, what else is new? — Rumlow is a bad guy (duh) — I think that's it?

An expensive investment. A broad term to use for a werewolf broken in by the system at a young age. But it’s true.

Alexander Pierce, the finance manager and ringleader as a whole, did all he could to break you in, and to say he did is an understatement. He exceeded the limits you once believed you had and once you were ready, he put you out in the field to garner your reputation.

You had no limits. Ruthless in your endeavour to complete whatever task was required of you, prepared to do whatever it took, your peers could only look at you with both fear and admiration.

When all was said and done, you were given your collar, then sold through the underground hub for criminals: the black market.

That’s when you learnt in the span of the few minutes that the auction lasted for, that you were either a trophy to those of the higher class of crime, or a very wanted source of security and war. From black funding operators that had their hand in the military’s pit on the hunt for a war hound, to the gangster overlords who controlled territories in the differing states and countries, requiring some form of high end security, there was a very rapid increase in the price they were each willing to pay.

At a total of twenty-five million, your collar and services were sold to Mr. Tony Stark. From the sleek fit of a light grey, three piece suit and bright pink tie, Stark had a brighter outlook on the window of his underhand activities. He was the type that lounged back in the severity of his criminal dealings.

Unlike his fellow company who each wore darker palette suits of either navy blue or jet black. He stood out for sure as his auburn tinted glasses did little to hide the one question on his mind: Was his money well spent?

Well, to say at the very least, you wouldn’t be here tonight if you weren’t every single cent he spent on you three years ago.

Thinking about the memory now, this is a different tone entirely. Dark and neon is how you remember the black market scene, stalls and cube stores with an assortment of supplies anyone in the business would need, whether that be for the amateurs - which were the usual target customers - or the smaller businesses which belonged to small cluster gangs.

The big time runners had designated storehouses to spare where they obtained their supplies, and ran other dealings and hand-offs in and out of private rooms in the clubs.

Here, the scene is warm, lavish and made for those who seek the comfort in living in marble halls and pristine white pillars, short cut grass and elaborate parties such as this one.

“Shit, this party is awfully chipper for someone who died last week,” you huff, eyes scanning the crowd from the smooth, darkly polished bar, which you incidentally found very comfortable to lean back on when told for the hundredth time, “Just sit tight, just a little bit longer.”

You didn’t have the time nor patience to sit around getting older by the damn minute. Thankfully, Tony put his card behind the bar so that meant an endless river of drinks. Because you needed the alcohol. A lot.

Not a moment too late is your glass refilled with your refreshment.

“Please, Y/N,” sighs Steve from your right side, arms folded over his chest, navy blue suit straining just a bit too tightly against his body, “have some respect for the Maximoff family. They lost their only male heir to a deal gone wrong. They need our support.”

Your shoulders rise with a particular deep inhale before falling lax, you swirl the sliver of whiskey left in your glass and with a jerk of your wrist you finish it. Ice rattles in your glass as you shimmy it, indicating you need a refill and pronto.

“People live, people die. You cross someone and you get shot in the back. It happens.”

“He was gunned down in the streets with a fucking machine gun, Y/N. You consider that a mere oopsie?”

You shrug in response to Sam’s question with a pout of your bottom lip. “Pietro thought he was the shit. That’s what got him killed by Rumlow.”

Sam runs a hand over his face, now distressed by the lack of sincerity you show for the grieving family. “For fuck sake…”

In the three years of your loyal work to the Stark family and those of his brotherhood - his allies - your colours shone through immensely to reveal a shining personality. Excluding the fact you’d become something of a playful rogue with the women.

You simply chalk it up to your animal magnetism. Something that leaves them wanting more whenever in the presence of your company.

In fact, that was how Tony came to own unclaimed establishments and clubs in the boroughs, ones he wasn’t able to get his hands on before, but after he had you as a playable card in his fold, you provided club goers the relief of being harassed and drinks being spiked. Territorial take over schemes from rival gangs were second guessed when they saw you watching over the joint.

The after hour visits for your libido were just the perks. But you left a lot of lustful and broken little hearts in the wake of your work.

For a werewolf, you were always assumed to be a means of security, and that much was true. Didn’t mean it excluded you from taking on other odd jobs for the families from time to time. Debt collection, assassinations, tailing and blackmail ops, the list is endless.

When Steve casts a hardened stare your way and you mockingly raise your hands up in surrender. “Alright, I’ll offer my condolences to the heiress, but I ain’t weeping at her feet for her brother who got himself into that mess because he thought he was too big for his own shoes.”

“Just behave yourself, alright? The last thing we need is the entirety of Europe at war with us.” You roll your eyes and salute the captain. “Yessir.”

You bring the glass rim to your lips and draw a small gulpful of your refurbished liquor, the fiery taste rolls over your tongue, you savour it to keep your sanity intact lest you go insane from the waiting. Where was the heiress?

“Well, well, I thought I wouldn’t see any of you again. Especially you.” Your head, as well as those of your group, direct their gaze to the new voice. The corners of your lips twitch up and you flash her a wolfish grin, chin tilting up slightly in your relaxed position against the bar. You looked like a cat happily laying in the sun.

“Miss Romanoff,” each of the men greeted with a nod of their heads. You, however, pat your thigh as an invitation for her to sit. “I had work to do the next morning.”

“Mm, that’s what you tell the other girls, I’m sure.” You clap a hand to your chest with a wince. “You wound me, Sweetheart. If I had the chance, I would have stayed.”

She hums but it’s obvious she doesn’t believe you by the rise in her brow.

Natasha Romamoff is a hard fish to catch. One of the more established families that control practically the entirety of Europe, alongside the Maximoff family, the two were partners and crafting an empire strong enough to stand on their own without any dire need for support.

Yes, her family had prior dealings with the brotherhood. The Starks, Wilsons, Barnes and Rogers and more, whether to collaborate on a bigger criminal project to the smaller portioned deals. Smuggled goods and weapons, blackmail intel deliverance, international bribery to keep the feds off your backs. But she never committed to joining forces.

You suppose it’s a good power move on her part. She doesn’t have to abide by any of the family creeds, in the end, you’re all loose ends that may potentially be severed if need be. She had the ball in her court and the mysterious Maximoff heiress.

Even your animal magnetism wasn’t enough to charm her into joining forces with Stark and his powerhouse of families, but they were surely enough to charm her into a wild one night stand.

But as you told her. You had work to do. And now she appears to spurn you with her eyes and cruel words, but still entertains your flirtatious advances and indulges the empty space of your thigh.

For a well respected mob boss such as herself, she definitely liked to play it risky; dressing included.

Last you saw her, she was dressed in a more professional manner. But here at this funeral party, whatever the fuck it was, she chose to wear a black, spaghetti strap cocktail dress that’s short enough to be skimming the mid of her thigh. The slit riding the dress up higher is just plain dangerous.

She’s facing you, back arched and ass resting on the cliff of your knee. Your clawed hand supports her at the small of her back. Her perfume is strong and complimenting, the sweet bouquet of lavender rolls over the exposed tops of her breasts from her even more exposed neck. Her plump, red lips move in a way that’s hypnotic. “So I hear you’re going to be a bargaining chip for Wanda Maximoff.”

“Where’d you hear that?” you scoff with a flick of your chin.

“I have spies who whisper to me,” she answers with a swift quirk of her brow.

Of course she overheard the news. She then chuckles softly, and all eyes watch her with a level of suspicion. “She won’t take any deal you offer her. She’s determined to steer clear of your little gang wars over in the states.”

“Rumlow killed her brother and he has bases around our territories. Wouldn’t she appreciate the extra hands in catching the rat?” Bucky poses the question with a dark brow angled high and clenched jaw, the muscles in his cheeks flex harder when Natasha offers no affirmative response; a mark to hopefully land you in the door and good graces with the heiress.

“You really think she wants a guard dog?”

“Hey,” you growl with a wrinkle of your nose, fangs on the precipice of baring at her. How she used the term in a condescending manner made the fur beneath your skin bristle. Sam claps a hand to your shoulder, somehow able to sense the seething anger within you.

“We just want to help. Offer support for her loss and bring Rumlow down.”

“No. You want a foothold in Europe. And I’m sorry but…” She looks you up and down, drinking in the sight of you and you know she can see you without your clothes on. “You’re not going to cut it, babe.”

She turns her body to make her getaway but you don’t let her slip away just like that. She gasps and looks to you with a furrowed glare when your arm circles her waist and tugs her back until she’s flush against you, the men in your company watch with trepidation of your next course of action.

“I will cut it because whether she wants to admit it or not, she needs us.”

Natasha’s eyes, true to her fashion, darken with a challenge. “You’re wasting your time. She’ll get Rumlow herself.”

“And if Rumlow plans to get her first?” For a moment you see the doubt cross her face. “That’s where she needs me.”

“Tony Stark.” Each of the men turn to the voice behind them and their once cool and collected selves turn rigid, nervous under the power one woman can hold so absolute, her green eyes scan each of their faces before they land on you.

You finally look and meet her stare, still holding Natasha against you even as she tries to push away from you.

“Unhand her,” the woman commands with an accented tongue.

At first, you wanted nothing more than to play this out a little, see what makes this woman tick. But both Tony and Steve look at you, silent in their order, you sigh heavily and release Natasha. Once you do, she wastes no time in joining Wanda’s side with a bow of her head.

“I hear that you wished to have an audience with me.”

Wanda is the sole survivor of this ordeal. Her parents were assassinated two years ago and now her brother was killed. This is the stressed matter at hand, her empire could crumble to the ground, all that hard work put into the grave, because she’s being so fucking stubborn with this deal.

“I will not sign my family, nor any of my shares, to Stark Industries. Enough have I done to keep you out of the hands of law enforcement. I will handle Rumlow myself.”

This isn’t how any of you hoped this would go. The grief has made her stronger than before. It wasn’t exactly you were waiting for the chance for her to have a weak spot and try your luck, but you all had thought she might even be at least a little desperate for extra help.

Natasha’s face says it all: I told you so. You can only roll your eyes and resume with what you’re doing.

“Miss Maximoff, we only wish to help you. All we ask in return is that you grant us some territory to work with for our trade deals as payment for support lent to you to catch Rumlow.”

Thank you for Reading! (◕ ᴥ x)

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Literally so bored at work what’s your absolutely most insane take about each ratgrinder

*cracks knuckles* alright here we go >: )

Kipperlilly - In middle school Kipperlilly got into a lot of internet arguments and when someone pissed her off enough she would stalk through their blog for minor terms of service violations and then mass report them using her alt accounts. She's embarrassed of that behavior now, if only because she's got WAY more important things to care about now (1. stalking the bad kids 2. resurrecting a rage god (in that order)).

Ruben - Ruben only recently came into a lot of cash with his band taking off and doesn't know how to manage his money, and recently had to be stopped from purchasing an expensive car with a custom license plate that says "DTHL0VR" (Death Lover). He doesn't know how to drive.

Buddy - Buddy regularly gets "Spooky Helioic Hell Dreams" where terrifying popcorn demons chase after him and condemn him for his sins. His most recent one was about the time he lied about only having one slice of casserole at the family potluck when actually had two. (Has anyone else watched the Book of Mormon).

Mary Ann - Mary Ann did not show up to a single Owlbear practice past tryouts. She only showed up to beat up Gorgug, then peaced out. At least some portion of her saying things that piss off Gorgug are entirely intentional.

Oisin - I think his family enrolled him in secret classes at Aguefort that are basically "Evil 101". "How to steal candy from a baby owlbear". "Evil lairs and you". He gets all As. His family is so proud of him joining the family business. (Aguefort himself knows about these classes of course but he's so zoinked out of his gourd half the time he doesn't give a shit.)

Ivy - Ivy is actually a nickname. It's short for Ivinthariandriel. She actually went by the full name for a very long time and Insisted that people sound out every syllable and would insult their intelligence if they didn't.

Lucy - Lucy loves swimming but, being a frost genasi, is a bit oblivious to how much cold temperature her friends can actually take. She once suggested going swimming in the dead of winter when parts of the lake were frozen over and her friends were like "are you insane???"

#im only Half Serious about most of these fgshdjfk #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #original post #rat grinders #kipperlilly copperkettle #ruben hopclap #buddy dawn #mary ann skuttle #oisin hakinvar #ivy embra #lucy frostblade

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💟Being the girlfriend of bsd characters💟

Dazai Osamu ♡Oddly enough, Dazai is monogamous. Despite all those tackles to waitresses and other girls, it was all not serious for him. Just for fun, to brighten up your days. But with your appearance in his life, Osamu stopped any flirtations, tackles and suggestions of double suicide. If he does any of this, it's only to annoy you a little😉 ♡Dazai is an eloquent guy, so compliments from him 24/7. I'm already silent about the frequent ambiguous and vulgar jokes in your address, with which he loves to embarrass you. In addition, Dazai is a tactile person and just loves to hug you or touch you somehow, no matter where you are. So for the fact that the brown-haired man distracts you from work, he often gets not weak kicks from Kunikida with shouts about not suffering from bullshit, but going to work ... ♡With the appearance of you in his life and the realization that he sincerely and strongly loves you, he completely forgot about suicide. Dazai has finally found his meaning in life. The one for which he will live and not just live, but enjoy every minute spent with you ♡"I always lose what I don't want to lose." Osamu is terribly afraid of losing you and the case of Odasaku pops up in his memory every time, causing fear to ignite more and more in his soul. And even more, the former mobster is finishing off the realization that he will definitely never be able to come to terms with your death Esper has a very romantic nature and manages to surprise you with something new every time. And the sincerity of delight and the smile on your face can't help but make him smile back. ♡Can't cook, but how she dances. It is better not to let the brown-haired man near the stove at all, otherwise your apartment is Khan. At best, there are mountains of dirty dishes and the whole kitchen is covered in scraps of food, and at worst, he will give it up. So it's better for you to cook, but it's better to order at home for general safety. ♡I am ready to help you with anything except reports (there are Atsushi for this)) ♡Your pastime takes place in different ways. Although most often you walk around the city at night holding hands and introduce a casual conversation ♡If you are at least a couple of centimeters shorter than him, then get ready that Dazai will tease you every day, just give a reason. Of course, it will not be as tough to joke as over Chuya, but more gently. But if he really hurts you, he will beg your forgiveness with sweets and hugs As for jealousy on his part, he trusts you, although if there is a guy hanging around who didn't realize the first time that you were busy, then Osamu will immediately glare at the guy angrily and he's already gone • On your part, jealousy doesn't really arise either. Dazai does not give any reasons for this. Although, as I said earlier, he can get a little annoyed and lead to jealousy by flirting with some girl as a joke. ♡•When Dazai is sick, it's something. He's still a malingerer. He likes to attract your attention to himself by any means. His knee hurts, and he's already pretending to be lying down • But when you're sick, then Dazai is ready to run around with you even all day and he doesn't care that he can get infected (but I don't care if I get sick. I'll be able to put cans on my own~). In general, you recover and then the esper goes on sick leave. ♡With Dazai, you will definitely never be bored. In addition, he loves you immensely and appreciates you. And it is worth valuing above all, because you are his only meaning of life, the one for which he is ready to sacrifice everything he has

Chuya Nakahara ♤Like his former partner, Chuya is very devoted to his beloved ♤Loyalty is loyalty, but Nakahara is literally your mommy. Then the neckline is too deep, then she dressed too coldly, then short. - It's too short. I told you at least a millimeter above the knees immediately no - Maybe I should dress like a nun or put on a potato sack? - Sounds good... - ... I'm going to throw something at you now ... in general, your life is saturated in terms of choosing clothes. Well, at least you'll walk stylishly ♤No matter how it sounds now, but with your appearance, Chuya realized that for him the mafia is in second place. That without you, he just existed, believing that his whole life should be devoted to serving the Port Mafia. And he is grateful to you that you, one might say, help him to live, not to coexist and, moreover, enjoy every moment, even insignificant ♤Like Dazai, Chuya is afraid of losing you. Every day he is worried about the fear that one of the enemies will find out about you and cause harm. He can't help but think of nothing but your safety. He literally shielded you from his work for as long as possible ♤Of course, Chuya is not as eloquent as his former partner, but he is no less romantic. Whenever possible, he takes you to restaurants, buys your favorite flowers, expensive jewelry, toys. All for the sake of making you happy. And remember your ride on his bike through the night city? Romantic movies with their scripts smoke on the sidelines compared to this. ♤ you cook at home often, because Chuya goes to work early and he has no time to do it, but when he has a day off, he is ready to get up early in order to cook you breakfast in bed. ♤ If you need help, then Nakahara will help you right away, even if you didn't need his help. ♤Your pastime also goes differently, because unlike Dazai, Chuya works at work, and not just dragging his time fooling around. He often comes home tired and he definitely does not have time for walks and other things, Usually you both lie on the couch in front of the TV, watching some movie or TV series, under which you both hug and fall asleep ♤•Jealousy on his part. Here it is more difficult than with Dazai. And it's not that Chuya doesn't trust you. He is sure that you will not change him, but his short temper makes itself felt. So I don't envy the guy who decided to try his luck by approaching you. Nakahara will tear him to pieces on the spot • Just like Dazai Nakahara does not give any reason for jealousy. He doesn't even flirt with someone in jest to annoy you a little. He immediately makes it clear to any girl that he is busy and therefore there is no point in being jealous ♤•It is also difficult for Chuya to get sick, since he is still a workaholic and can go to work with a 40 degree temperature. So during the illness, you literally chain him to bed and force him to be treated. He may worry for a while, but then he will accept it and even notice for himself that it's not so bad to be sick. You take care of him and he can take a little break from his work • When you're sick, Chuya literally gives up on his work and goes to treat you. Of course, not without indignation that he told you to dress warmer, and you didn't listen to him. ♤Chuya may seem very strict in many things, but that's only because he values you very much. With you, the mafia realized what it means to be truly happy and loved.

Rampo Edogawa ■In a word, a big kid, not a guy. And with that, a very capricious child and I'm not exaggerating now. Don't understand what's going on in his head. If he suddenly gets something into his head, he will take out your nerves until you do as he asks. ■His self-esteem is also going through the roof. He just likes to brag about his deduction. Rampo can't help but show off in front of you how his director begged to solve another case, since no one else could do it, and he is a great detective coped with it in a second ■If you are a huge lover of goodies, like Edogawa, then all your hiding places with stashes from the guy will be found, and what is in sight will be eaten. But if you don't really like sweets, then this also doesn't really bother the detective. He'll get more. But you can not read Rampo's lectures, he will not refuse sweets. ■Edogawa is still a sly one. Thanks to his deduction, he always knows what kind of complement would be appropriate to make. Do you have a new hairstyle? It suits you very well. Highlights your beautiful eyes. A new dress? It wouldn't look better on anyone but you~ ■The detective is a very tactile guy. He just loves hugging you, leaving fleeting kisses on your face or just holding your hands in his. He is like a cat demanding attention from you and often sulks at you for not noticing him at all because of your affairs. ■Cooking is not his forte, but he is a pro at stealing ingredients. So you literally push Rampo out of the kitchen so that he doesn't eat everything and you have something to cook from, especially if you're cooking something sweet ■There is not much hope for help either. Rampo can help you only if he wants to show off his brilliant mind and deduction once again ■You have one pastime. At home, under a warm blanket with sweets, watch TV. You rarely go for a walk, because you only have to distract yourself for a second, and Edogawa is already gone. Then he calls you and says he's lost. Twenty-five again🤦🏻 ■•There is no jealousy on his part, since Rampo trusts you, plus, again, his super deduction, and how can you exchange the best detective for someone else. This is unthinkable! •There is also no jealousy on your part, since Edogawa does not give a reason for this. And with his very arrogant character, who would dare to try his luck? Detective, if only to be jealous, then it will be sweets, or to himself ■• As I said, Rampo is still a capricious child, so he also gets sick like a child. Then the medicine is bitter, then it's too cold, then it's hot, then he wants your attention, then something else. In general, you run around with him all day and only at night, when he falls asleep, you rest • If you are sick, then Edogawa will try to help you get back on your feet. He knows what medications you need to take, will cover you with all the blankets that are in the house and will try to cook you a hot soup. The keyword is "try". ■Yes, it's not easy to get along with a great detective under the same roof, but he loves you and tries to make you feel comfortable with him. Edogawa always knows when you have a load on your heart and is ready to listen to you and help, no matter what it costs him.

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Garden of Secrets [8] - Begonias

A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback and support my loves!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Thanks so much to @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter!

Summary: Impatience can be dangerous.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms.

Word Count: 4200

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The following week after that conversation at the rooftop was actual torment for you.

You had tried everything to divert your attention elsewhere, but for the first time in your life, nothing seemed to work. Even while tending to your garden, that night refused to leave your mind, as if your mind had sworn to make you remember it over and over again.

If your sister were here she would’ve said you were heartbroken, but even the thought was absurd.

You weren’t the type of person who got heartbroken.

Even if you were -which you weren’t- one simple glance at Lady Whistledown’s lines throughout the week would be enough to snap you out of it. You had managed to avoid balls, pretending you were still in a delicate condition after the heat exhaustion incident, but Benedict on the other hand had been quite busy as far as you could tell. Day after day, Lady Whistledown wrote how he only stayed at the balls he attended for less than an hour and spent the rest of the nights somewhere else, returning home only around dawn, looking quite disheveled. It had to have been bad because the latest Whistledown issue had mentioned his brother Anthony pulling him aside just when he was about to leave the last ball for a short argument which he had walked away from.

Anyway. It wasn’t like you were interested in his whereabouts.

“My lady, are you sure…?” the cook trailed off while Teddy giggled happily, sitting on the counter and covered in flour from head to toe, and you winked at him before turning to the cook.

“You have no reason to worry Mrs. Booth,” you said. “We will not burn the house down.”

Mrs. Booth did not look relieved at all, but she chose not to comment on it and instead walked over to the other side of the kitchen to check on the soup for tonight’s dinner. You turned to Teddy and put your hands on your hips, sticking your nose up in the air.

“Now,” you said. “Are you ready for this incredibly important task?”

“I am!” Teddy said, dangling his legs off the counter, excitement almost radiating off of him. You tilted your head.

“Are you sure? It’s quite the responsibility, you know.”

“Yes!” he said, jumping in his spot and you pointed at the other side of the counter.

“Over there,” you said. “We have our cookie dough. And of course we must have a theme for our cookies, it goes without saying.”

“Of course!”

“You are to decide what our theme will be and help me shape them.”

Teddy had such a concentrated look on his face that one simple observer would think he was to decide the fate of the country and you repressed a laugh, waiting for him to decide. He held his breath as the idea hit him, his whole face lighting up.

“A garden!” he said. “With people in it!”

You gasped. “That’s such a perfect idea Teddy!”

“And—and—” he said, flailing his arms. “We will have trees and flowers and people—you can shape the flowers and I can shape the trees and people!”

“That sounds like a good deal,” you said as you grabbed the cookie dough and gave him the half of it before you took a small amount of it out of your half, and started making a small flower. Teddy was humming a song to himself, his tongue sticking out, his whole concentration on the stick figure he was making from the cookie dough and you leaned over to press a kiss into his hair, making him let out a whine.

“Y/N I love you too but I’m working!” he said in a serious manner and you let out a laugh, then held up your hands, gesturing surrender.

“Alright, alright. Sorry.”

“You can kiss me afterwards, not now though. This is very important.”

“Got it,” you said, still smiling as you got back to making flowers from the cookie dough and he stole a look at you, then shifted in his spot.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“What does propose mean?”

Your head shot up from the dough. “Hm?”

“I heard auntie and uncle talking about a lord wanting to propose to you.”

You cleared your throat and put aside the flower to start on another one.

“Propose means someone asks someone to marry them.”

Teddy held his breath, shaking his head fervently. “But you’re not going to marry someone are you?” he asked. “You can’t!”

You pulled your brows together. “Why not?”

“Because then you’d leave!” Teddy said, tears already rushing to his eyes and you heaved a sigh, then wrapped your arms around him to pull him into a hug.

“I’d never leave you,” you said, placing a kiss on top of his head. “I promise. Even if I married someone, which I will not anytime soon.”

“But people leave when they marry.”

You frowned, pulling back to look at him better. “Who told you that?”

“No one,” he mumbled with a shrug of his shoulders. “But Josie isn’t here and she’s married. You always say she is our sister but I don’t even remember her.”

You could swear your chest was hurting but you managed to smile at him.

“Teddy, Josie isn’t here because she had to leave,” you said with a sigh. “One day I will tell you why, alright? But for now, the only thing you need to know is that she loves you and misses you so much. I read you her letters, she always asks about you, remember?”

Teddy nodded, still pouting.

“But you won’t marry anyone?”

“Not anytime soon,” you said. “And regardless of whether I get married or not, I will never leave you. I swear to you.”

He lifted his head and gave you a big smile, then hugged you tight and pulled back.

“Do you think this cookie man looks nice?” he asked, holding up the cookie and you smiled, then nodded your head.

“Yeah,” you said. “It looks perfect.”

One of the many bad things about being a debutante was that there were only so many balls you could avoid. Seeing that you would have to attend one eventually, you figured you could do it tonight and get it over with.

Besides, according to Lady Whistledown Benedict barely spent any time at the balls nowadays so you were going to be just fine.

“So how did Lord Shaw take it?” you asked your aunt as you stepped out of the carriage when it stopped by the garden, the music of the ballroom reaching there already. Your aunt linked her arm with yours and you both started walking through the garden.

“Well, apparently he was quite sad about it,” she said. “Your uncle was very clear though, he said you two would not make a suitable couple in matrimony.”

You squeezed her hand in yours while you two climbed the marble stairs. “Thank you.”

“Of course!” she said. “I know you cannot stand him.”

“It’s not that,” you muttered. “It’s just… He does not fit my criteria.”

Your aunt hummed. “Are you sure it’s not also because you have affections for someone else?”

“I don’t have any affections for anyone,” you said way too fast and your aunt stopped when you two reached the entrance of the ballroom.

“Whatever you say Clover,” she said. “Just promise me something?”

“Of course.”

“Try to have fun,” she said and you heaved a dramatic sigh.

“I’ll try.”

“Good,” she said. “Now, I can see Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury, if you’ll excuse me.”

She made her way to them and you nodded at them with a small smile, then turned your head when you heard your name being called.

Oh God damn it.

Benedict looked as frozen as you were unlike Charlotte who seemed incredibly cheerful as usual, waving at you. You swallowed thickly and looked around, considering leaving the ballroom for a second but you knew you couldn’t do that to Charlotte, so you made your way to them.

“Good evening,” you said curtly, making sure to keep your gaze only on Charlotte who squealed, rocking on the balls of her feet.

“Oh finally you’re here!” she said. “I was beginning to think you were going to avoid balls forever.”

“I’m not that lucky, it seems.”

“Benedict was just asking about y—” she stopped talking as Benedict elbowed her and she rolled her eyes while Benedict cleared his throat.

“Miss Y/N.”

“Mr. Bridgerton,” you greeted him back and Charlotte looked between you two, then put her hands on her hips.

“Well,” she said. “Anthony looks annoyed yet again, so I’d better go and ask what that is about.”

“What?” Benedict asked as your eyes widened and Charlotte shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m curious about the reason so I must go.”

“Lottie—”

“Charlie—”

“No to both of you, I will see you later!” Charlotte said and walked away from you in a haste, making you shake your head.

“Not very subtle, that one.”

“She has many strong suits, subtlety has never been one,” Benedict commented and took a deep breath, then shot you a crooked grin. “Hello again.”

You raised your brows. “You know we don’t have to do that, right?”

“Do what?”

“Have a conversation,” you said and he took a deep breath.

“I was actually hoping for it.”

“You were hoping for—Jesus Christ, no,” you were distracted mid-sentence as soon as you saw Lord Shaw’s eyes stopping on you, and he fixed his waistcoat before he started to approach you.

“No to having a conversation?”

“No to the universe having a grudge against me for some reason,” you said through your teeth and Benedict followed your line of sight, then turned to you and offered you his hand.

“A dance, my lady?”

You pulled your brows together. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s a ballroom,” he said as the music started. “People tend to dance at balls, in case it has escaped your notice.”

You stole a look at Lord Shaw coming closer and let out a breath, then placed your hand in his.

It was like a lightning. As soon as your skin touched his, you could swear sparks ran through you, that familiar warmth engulfing your hand and judging by how his hand twitched over yours, you could tell he felt the same. He hesitated for a moment, letting out a breath, then led you to the dancefloor with the other couples. For a moment you feared everyone else in the ballroom could hear your heartbeat because of how deafening it was in your ears as soon as he had put his hand on the small of your back, but you tried to repress the excitement and took a step towards him as the dance required.

“I appreciate your help,” you said after a moment and he smiled softly.

“I was going to ask you for a dance anyway,” he said, his smile widening at the apparent confusion on your face. “So, did Lord Shaw bore you that much?”

You rolled your eyes. “Worse.”

“Worse?”

“He proposed.”

Benedict’s whole body froze mid-dance and you shot him a warning glare, raising his hand above your head to twirl yourself as if he was the one still leading.

“Did they not teach you how to dance? Or can you only put up a decent performance in bed—”

“What did you answer?” he cut you off and you scoffed.

“I said no, obviously,” you said. “I told you. He does not fit my criteria.”

His eyes flickered over your face. “Y/N…”

“That was not an invitation to talk of that now,” you said. “It has been a nice evening so far, I don’t wish to ruin it.”

“But we must talk of it.”

“Not really,” you said, those sparks hitting you with their full force when his fingertips brushed over your wrist. “What did you want to have a conversation about earlier?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “The rooftop.”

Your breath got caught in your throat and you stole a look at him before averting your gaze to the other dancing couples.

“I don’t think that we should.”

“Y/N.”

“We can just pretend it did not take place,” you managed to say and he let out a dry chuckle.

“I cannot.”

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

Your throat tightened as you let him lead the dance, barely aware of your own movements as if you were in a haze. You knew there were couples all around you but somehow it felt like you two were the only people in that ballroom, like he was the one person whose presence mattered.

Especially when he was looking at you like that.

“Talking of it will not change a thing,” you forced yourself to say. “I told you; you mustn’t even think of it. I will break your heart terribly—”

“Alright.”

You blinked a couple of times, gawking at him.

“What?” you asked, “What do you mean, alright?”

He pulled you closer the moment the note of the music changed, signaling the slow end of the tune and he grabbed you by the waist to lift you up as the dance required, taking your breath away. You grasped at his broad shoulders, your heart leaping to your throat and he gently put you down, your hands still on his shoulders. His pleasant scent filled your lungs and you swallowed thickly, your eyes still locked in his.

“You said you would torment me,” he said, his voice low as the music came to a stop. “So be it. Torment me if you wish to.”

He bowed his head and walked away from you, leaving you there completely dumbfounded. It felt as if the whole room was spinning as you watched him walk out of the ballroom -probably to the garden- and you looked around to see whether your aunt would notice your absence, but she was nowhere to be found, neither were any of her friends. You licked your lips, then walked out of the ballroom as well, the cool air hitting your burning face as soon as you stepped outside. You pressed the back of your hands on your cheeks and checked whether anyone was around, but it seemed safe enough.

It was considerably a small garden, at least not as big as the last ball’s so it took you only five minutes to find him. He was at the far end of the garden, leaning back to the wall of the gazebo, exhaling the smoke of the cigarette in his hand into air. Your heart skipped a beat but you refused to let it intimidate you, so instead you passed by the begonias and stomped over to him, your brows pulled into a frown.

“Are you insane?” you asked, making him turn his head and he pushed himself off the wall.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Why would you say such a thing?” you insisted. “You long for heartbreak, is that it? You could not find a lady within the ton to break your heart for some sort of inspiration for your art, that’s why you keep saying these things to me—”

“Is that what you think?” he cut you off and let out a breath. “Come on now.”

“Then what is it?”

“Do you really want to hear it?” he asked you. “Because I think if I say it out loud, you’re going to run away as fast as you can.”

You scoffed a bitter chuckle. “As always, you put too much importance in your words’ impact on me.”

“Is that right?” he said, looking you in the eye. “Why are you here then?”

You blinked a couple of times. “I…I don’t have to explain my actions to you.”

“Why are you here, Y/N?” he asked again, his voice on edge and you gritted your teeth, then stuck your nose in the air.

“I cannot have you hope for something impossible,” you managed to say. “You must cast that thought out of your mind—”

“You don’t think I tried?” he cut you off, and shook his head. “What on earth do you think I’ve been trying to do since I met you? It’s not working like it’s supposed to.”

You let out a dry laugh, the familiar bitterness that tasted terribly like jealousy reaching your throat.

“Right,” you said. “Spare me those lies, will you? I’m not as clueless as others in that ballroom. Whatever you were doing was done for your own pleasure, it had nothing to do with me.”

“You—”

“Nothing could ever happen between us no matter how much you may hope for it.” you cut him off and he stared at you, a flash of pain crossing his handsome face.

“It’s just me then?” he managed to ask and you pulled back slightly.

“Pardon?”

“It’s just me who feels this fire,” he said, taking a step towards you, his gaze pining you to your spot. “It’s just me who cannot cast you out of my mind, it’s just me who is in lo—”

“Don’t,” you said, the warning word like poisoned honey on your tongue, half sweet and half painful. "Don't say it."

“Why not?”

Because I don’t believe it.

You gritted your teeth, your jaw set firm in determination. “I do not wish to hear it.”

A soft smile curled his lips.

“Alright,” he said after a beat. “Then tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me you feel nothing for me,” he said. “Tell me it’s just me who feels this, and I swear on my honor I will never bother you again.”

It was supposed to be easy.

The whole ton could say lots of things about you, but no one could say you weren’t an expert on keeping your emotions under control. That required you to come up with lies whenever you needed to, but somehow you couldn’t will the words out of your mouth, they all got stuck in that lump that was growing bigger and bigger in your throat.

Your uncle was right, unfortunately.

Silence was enough of an answer sometimes.

“You—I—” you stammered, averting your eyes for a moment. “That has nothing to do with the discussion right now.”

He stared at you for a moment, that light in his gaze growing soft before he took a deep breath, looking down at the cigarette between his fingers.

“Y/N,” he said. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You either go back to the ballroom or—”

“What exactly makes you think you can tell me what to do?” you interrupted him, narrowing your eyes into a glare and he repressed a smile, then shook his head.

“I’m not telling you what to do, I’m telling you what I am going to do,” he said. “You either go back to the ballroom, or I will kiss you. You have time until this cigarette is finished, so think carefully.”

That…

No.

No that was a bluff. It just had to be, of course he was not going to kiss you. Being under the delusion of infatuation and fooling himself into believing he was in love in order to experience heartbreak was one thing, but him actually kissing you was another.

Deep down he didn’t want or love you. He simply could not, even if he tried.

By some miracle, you managed to find your voice even though you felt as if excitement had already taken over you. “Am I supposed to be intimidated?”

He shook his head and took a drag of the cigarette.

“Not at all,” he said. “I’m just telling you what is going to happen.”

“You do remember I have a knife for times like these, do you not?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m willing to take my chances.”

You needed to leave. Any rational woman would leave immediately so as to protect their reputation, but somehow all your logic that would normally scream at you was drowned by the sound of your heart beating in your ears.

You were never the one to back away from a challenge after all, and the fire that was roaring through your veins was too powerful for you to even consider fighting against it. It was as if you were in a dream, and you were nearly trembling with anticipation, your whole body refusing to just take the step to go back to the ballroom.

It was just going to be one time.

You would only kiss him once, you would only taste that desire that had been haunting your dreams, tantalizing you every single night to wake you up gasping only once, and then—

Then you were going to go back to your original strategy. You were going to forget about him and this night, and find yourself a very old husband as you had planned and move on with your life.

Just once.

Just once couldn’t hurt.

You felt yourself take a step towards him before you pulled the cigarette from his lips to flick it to the ground, as if daring him to make his move. The fire in his eyes was so intense that for a moment you felt as if your whole face was burning, but you raised your brows, looking up at him before you scoffed a laugh.

“Just as I thought,” you said and turned around to leave, but felt him grab your upper arm to spin you around, drawing a gasp from you as your gaze snapped up to his.

“You, my poisonous flower,” his voice was a low murmur, making your heart skip a beat and he ran his knuckles over your burning cheekbone. “You will be the end of me.”

With that, his lips claimed yours.

Oh.

This was the infamous euphoria that every artist chased through centuries.

You could swear you felt yourself melt in his arms as he pressed you back to the wall of the gazebo, his hand cradling the back of your head, messing up your perfectly coiffed updo your maid had spent almost half an hour on but you couldn’t find it in you to care about it.

You couldn’t find it in you to care about anything else but him and his touch as long as he kept kissing you like this.

Desire spread through you like wildfire as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, blindly chasing that feeling which made you feel like you were falling off a cliff, your heart pacing in your chest, your whole body taken by this newfound high—

And then someone gasped.

It was as if you had been splashed with ice cold water. Benedict pulled back immediately and you turned your head but as soon as you saw who it was –who they were— you felt your stomach drop.

Lady Featherington’s mouth was open in shock, her eyes wide while your aunt looked almost frozen in her spot. Lady Bridgerton was covering her mouth, obviously as shocked as the rest of them and Lady Danbury let out a breath, shaking her head.

You could feel the fear smothering every single trace of happiness that was rushing through your system just a moment ago and you swallowed thickly, digging your fingernails into your palm while Benedict took a step sideways in your direction, almost shielding you from their gaze.

Through the fog of absolute fear, your mind managed to notice that tiny detail. You could claim he had no understanding of responsibility, that he was one of the most privileged men in the ton who never thought or cared about consequences, but it didn’t change one single fact:

Benedict Bridgerton; the unbridled philanderer, the spoiled second-son and free-spirited artist, had quite literally placed himself between you and the ton’s scrutiny.

Lady Featherington was the first to break the silence.

“A scandal!”

“Benedict…” Lady Bridgerton whispered and you shook your head, looking at your aunt while you blinked back the tears.

“I knew Lady Whistledown was right!” Lady Featherington said. “I knew it!”

“I’m sure there is an explanation,” Lady Danbury said through her teeth, glaring at Benedict, “Is there not?”

“What explanation?” Lady Featherington said with a small laugh. “Did you not see what I saw?”

“Y/N, what on earth do you think you are doing?” your aunt managed to ask in a whisper as if she was as shocked as you were, and you tried to gulp down the lump in your throat, keeping silent.

“This is unacceptable,” Lady Featherington said and motioned at you two. “Unchaperoned and—and— doing that!”

Air.

You needed air but somehow, you couldn’t seem to get enough of it into your lungs.

“You should be ashamed of yourselves,” Lady Featherington continued as Benedict stole a look at you, his hand curtly brushing over yours as if he wanted to remind you he was there before he turned to them. “This is no position to be found! Y/N, your reputation will be ruined when—”

“That is not going to happen, Lady Featherington,” Benedict cut her off, his voice completely calm and collected, the opposite of the mind-numbing fear that was nearly smothering you at the moment.

Lady Danbury raised her brows. “Is it not?”

Benedict shook his head.

“Not at all,” he said, his words piercing through the chaos in your mind. “We’re going to get married.”

Chapter 9

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

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hilziger · 7 months

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ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ( 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝟖)!

✧✧✧

WARNINGS: [ polyamorous/ open relationship scenario [with Roman Reigns], Jey being an absolute sweetheart 🥺 unprotected sex (f receiving) rough love making, smut.]

"TAKE ALL

OF ME

I JUST WANNA BE THE GIRL

YOU LIKE

(GIRL YOU LIKE)

THE KIND OF GIRL YOU LIKE."

[ BUCKHEAD, GEORGIA]

The full moon burned with luster, and the light slipped into the women's loft just two blocks away from the Phipps plaza, small stroking sounds of her laying on her blush were the only thing to be heard in the room.

10:00 pm

The lightly lit phone screen read as the women looked out to the beautiful moonlit Friday night, this was her favorite day of the week the most important to her at least, her thoughts left her as her boyfriend was fixing his tie in front of the big body mirror next to the bathroom. "I'll be home tomorrow night babe, Paul and I have a few business meetings and then we have to be in New York for the auction" he turned his head to see you getting all dressed up in the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen.

A white lingerie draped her body, but she was covered up with a black sheer robe, the trim was black feathers and her skin glistened with that fenty glitter bomb stuff he knew she loved. " okay just make sure you're being safe, love you Ro" she kept it short and sweet like every Friday night when he had to go, she chuckled as she placed the finishing touches on her blushed up cheeks, she looked at the Samoan man once more before standing up and looking at her phone again.

10:30 pm

She was so ready for him to leave and with that, it's like he read her mind as he nodded making his way towards and out the loft doors, she sighed with annoyance as she tapped her phone turning on Insecure by Brent Faiyaz.

The idea of an open relationship, or polyamory was never her idea until Roman brought up his wife and he didn't want to necessarily stop seeing you.

The lying, the constant leaving he would do at certain times of the day or certain days in the week, so once she caught him she felt as though it was only fair, she instantly proposed they do it under her terms, her brown orbs looked at herself through her vanity mirror, she was getting all dolled up for another man, her midnight lover, and his cousin.

Jey Uso.

"Jey... mhm" she breathed out in almost a whisper, even her saying his name got her warm and her heart fluttering a thousand beats she felt.

He was the most beautiful man she ever laid her eyes on, she met Jey through her friend's cousin who worked for him and his brother as a manager.

conversations being had and here they were two months into their relationship, of course, Roman had no knowledge of this for that would end in complete chaotic violence, but tonight she desired his touch and him like always as he did for her.

11:30 pm

"Perfect.." a sweet smile was plastered on her face as she looked at the setup she had planned for the two of them, she placed the last few white roses she had in her hand on the bed before the ding of the stove echoed in the living room, she walked out of her room tapping the stove top putting her pasta on low before a soft series of knocks were placed upon her door. She placed her wooden spoon down and walked towards the door standing in front of it, " who is it?" she asked there was a deep chuckle to be heard as there was shuffling of bags before the voice revealed themselves.

"Y/n it's me, baby, open up "That voice only belonged to one man she knew, her excitement no longer contained as she unlocked the door to reveal the man of the hour. "Mhm did I just die and go to heaven? you look so ethereal baby" Jey looked at her in admiration but with lust sparkling in his eyes as he stepped into the loft and placed his bags down.

He was quickly met with Y/n body jumping onto his, his big hands firmly holding her ass up as she had this beaming smile, " Jey! " was all she could say, he couldn't help but laugh and slightly blush at the excitement that radiated off of her. "someone's happy to see me, you look so good, mama " his tone was sultry and husk as he took in his women, her thick thighs tighten themselves around his torso once she leaned in capturing his lips with her glossed plumped ones.

She eagerly but slowly kissed him as he moved them both towards the counter placing her down on it as his lips moved in sync with hers, his massive palms gripped her waist as his head swiftly pulled away and placed small teasing kisses against her burning lips.

"you smell sooooo damn good" A low deep grunt emitted from Jey as the floral yet warm scent danced around his nostrils; giggling at how needy he was being she moved her neck some to give him more access, " Thank you handsome, I could say the same about you" she could smell the Dior savage on him as their bodies were so close to one another, his gold chain dangled with ease against his plain black shirt, Jay lifted his head before his brown orbs met hers causing them both to smile.

"I smell food as well, you didn't have to cook for me, bae I know how tired you are after working with clients all day" his hand softly kneed her soft foot for a moment as he looked up at her, she rolled her eyes playfully almost taken back by his statement." shush boy I wanted to cook because A I was hungry and B I like cooking for my man, besides it gives us a chance to decompress and catch up about our week".

she hopped down quickly grabbing two ceramic plates from the cupboards, Jey's eyes followed her thick figure as he watched her maneuver her way through the kitchen as she prepared dinner for the two of them. The chicken Alfredo with broccoli was placed onto the plate with a small side salad to accompany it, she began to take both plates into her hands until Jey swiftly took one of the plates out of her hands.

"Thank you baby this is all so sweet.. but I got it from here mama" A light smirk graced his face as he grabbed her chair pulled it out and watched her stare at him for a brief moment, he had her stuck at his sudden yet smoothly embedded dominance he began motioning her to sit down, she took her seat as told feeling him push her into the table.

"Im gonna pour your drink cause I see you have this wine in this bucket of ice" Jey quickly washed his hands and dried them before pulling out two wine glasses from her cupboard, he popped open the red wine and poured a reasonable amount in both glasses taking his seat again placing her cup across from him making

Y/n giggle quietly at the gesture.

"Now, tell me about your week beautiful" Jey began to dig into his plate as Y/n sipped her wine smiling ear to ear.

☾

Drunken laughs and conversations filled the room between the two as Jey was now washing the plates clean, while Y/n was too busy leaning against the counter as she indulged in her third but smaller cup of wine listening to Jey go on about his week. "it's just been feeling like every week they got me on air but I'm not complaining my merch has been boomin'" now finished with the last plate he washed his hands drying them.

" I'm not complaining either I get to see your sexy ass every Monday on my tv, mhm" a soft moan emitted from you as your brown orbs scanned Jey taking another slow sip from your glass. Jey moved from the sink and behind your body chuckling deeply as his large hand rubbed softly on your ass.

"Enough about me though... I wanna get into you" That statement alone had your panties ruined, the husky raspiness of his voice made it no better as he quickly picked you up placing your body on the counter and spreading your legs apart with his body in between. His coffee-colored iries felt like lasers burning holes into your face as he stared at you with hungriness.

"Say, baby, where did you get this lil set from?" his hands ran themselves near her core and ripped the delicate fabric before you could even form an answer. "Fro- Jey what the fuck!" she squealed embarrassingly leaking slowly onto her counter, Jey held the panties into his hand as he held a dark sinister-like smirk on his face.

" haven't even touched you yet and you're so wet, don't worry I'll buy you some new ones" his lips crashed into yours roughly, and two thick fingers slithered their way between your soft thighs immediately making contact with your dripping core.

You couldn't even concentrate on kissing back as you felt his finger slide inside of you, moaning at the pain and pleasure that filled you up as he slowly thrust his two digits against your tight walls, he pulled away guiding wet passionate kisses against your neck before whispering into your ear.

"I've missed you so fucking much baby... miss this pussy even more" he growled before swiftly dropping down to be at head level with your core, his thumb swiped at your throbbing clit causing you to bite your lip to surpass any moans, "just eat me already" you whined breathlessly bucking your hips towards Jey indicating you needed him now. He wasted no time propping your legs on his shoulders before sliding his tongue all over your clit.

The moment the taste of y/n fell onto his tongue again he couldn't even help himself as he ruthlessly ate you out, licking and sucking at your arousal proudly lapping up your wetness as his hands gripped your legs apart as if he wasn't getting enough. Moans and curses flew out of you like a symphony and Jey was your conductor.

His eyes watched you from down below as he feasted on you, thrusting his tongue painfully slow as he rubbed your clit at a fast pace, your eyes popped feeling your orgasm completely sneak up on you causing your body to jolt in sensitivity as your cum greeted Jeys mouth in a matter of seconds.

"S-shit im sorry.." all you could hear was slurps and sucking before your lips met his in a heated passionate kiss, He moaned against you, feeling his hard buldge against your exposed core before he pulled back licking his lips.

"Don't apologize I just hope you have enough to melt on my dick just like that." He taunted before scooping the flushed women rushing up the stairs as he quickly plotted his sweet torture he had in store.

Hiii! I’m Bobbi 🥹I’m a writer on Wattpad but I’ve heard some good things about the writing community on tumblr, and also I did a jey imagine cause that’s my nigga🤭 so I wanted to see how well it would do here, if y’all want a part 2 let me know!

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anthracite-writes · 10 months

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hiya! can you do the brothers with a gn!mc whos kinda popular with other demons? i just think that overtime demons have become curious since theyve managed to grab the attention of the brothers and dateables

Obey Me! Imagines - Demon Brothers X Popular!GN! Reader [SFW]

A//N: Ohhh, intresting - I'll try my best with this one! I hope you enjoy it! Apologies in advance if I misinterpreted your request or if it's a bit OOC.

NOT PROOF READ!! APOLOGIES FOR ANY TYPOS OR SPELLING ERRORS! - PS; Congrats, you're my first request submission <3

Summary: Demon brothers with a popular GN! Reader. Your popularity was fairly lowkey when you arrived in the Devildom just because of pure curiosity, but once word gets around about your Pact making with the 7 Brothers and you managed to become such close friends with both Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke and Simeon in such a shot time - that's when your popularity skyrockets and everyone wants a piece of you. You're practically a minor celeberty in the Devildom, but - how exact does the Demon brother's feel about it? - CW//TW; Minor jealous behaviour, possessive behaviour [Lucifer & Mammon], some angst??? [Leviathan]

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿

At first, he didn't mind it - you're the human transfer student, of course the other demons in the Devildom would take an interest in you just out of curiosity.

Once word gets around about your achievements in such a short time - that's when it catches the Prideful Demon's attention.

The fact that there were so many eyes on you, watching your every move with your sudden popularity - you were bound to have some students that were interested in you, wanting your attention, etc.

Extremely good at masking his jealousy.

Why is he jealous exactly? All the attention you have on you is taking away time and attention you usually have on him and him alone.

Absolutely hates it when your attention is pulled away from him just because some RAD student wanted to ask or talk to you for a bit.

He draws the line when he catches wind that some demons are developing feelings for you and confessing said feeling from your popularity.

They've been taking your time and attention with they're curiosity long enough and he won't stand for this any longer, he would pull you aside;

"Have you forgotten the terms of our pact, Y/N?" He says in a hushed voice, leaning in close to your ear as he holds you by the shoulders with firm hands after he had pulled you aside from prying eyes of other students, "I hate that you're attention is never on me now, you know how much I hate being ignored..." "I don't care how popular you get," He pulls way slowly as he tilts your head up to force your eyes to meet his, "I want your eyes on me and only me, at all times. Got it?"

𝗠𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻

Oh, he was never on board with your popularity to begin with when you first arrived.

That meant he actually had to do his job as your supervisor to stop you from getting eaten by other demons.

When your popular grew more and more, that's when he started getting [a TON] tiny bit jealous. And he's very vocal about it.

Mans greedy for your attention and you being popular, having people around you all up in your business doesn't sit well with him at all.

He's extremely impatience when your talking to other demons when you two are hanging out - crossing his arms and getting all pouty.

Once he even sees another demon show any interest in you, he's gonna make a scene.

Makes a bigger scene if a demon even tries to make any romantic advancements with you due to said popularity - "Nu-huh! They're not into you, now go. It's my time with Y/N, you're cutting in."

Mammon takes you hand in his as you two walked back to the House of Lamentation after a little walk around the shops, you can feel his hand squeeze yours slightly as he tenses up. "Y/N..." Mammon starts, getting your attention. "I should have priority over everyone else." He says, looking away from you slightly, covering his face slightly with the back of his hand to hide his settle blush on his cheeks. "I get your suddenly all popular and all but... I want you to pay attention to me, I am your first after all."

𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻

Doesn't care that much to begin with, that's normie behaviour and he's not about that.

Besides, he hates the crowds you draw in with your popularity so he chooses not to hang around you that much.

Though, he does envy you but would never admit it out loud and word for word, probably would beat around the bush.

When your popularity grows more and more as the more things you achieve in the Devildom - that's when the reality kicks in for him.

You suddenly have so many friends and so many admires, and he gets it - you're so much cooler than him, why would people want to hang around a yucky otaku like him.

Watches on from a far, seeing you happily interact with other demons from your popularity only worsens his feelings.

Watching you - his only friends slowly drift off from him, he doesn't try to salvage the relationship he once had with you.

He just reminisces while in room - remembering how you two use to game together, all the anime marathons and watch parties you two had, read manga together, etc.

When he does see you, he just only has very surface level conversations with you [ex. weather, classes, what you've been up to, etc.] - no longer having he's rabbit-hole rambles about the newest game he's been playing, animes he's been watching, manga he's been reading, etc.

He doesn't want to eat up too much of you're time knowing you have other friends that were probably more fun to be around than him.

Often cuts conversations short in an abrupt manner with you if you start the conversation yourself .

Falls back to his habit of locking himself in his room for days on end - opting to just take the classes online / independent learning - refusing to leave beside for the necessities.

"...Maybe it's for the best, if I were Y/N, I wouldn't want to be around me either..." Leviathan mumbles to himself, curled up on a beanbag and leaning up against his room's tank wall's glass as he watched Henry 2.0 swim around the coral and rocks in the lonesome tank. "Why would Y/N want to hang around a yucky otaku like me? I just haul up in my room like the shut-in I am... I'm probably so boring to be around... and annoying with how much I talk..." he said with a sigh, looking at the goldfish that was now staring at him from inside the tank, "At least I got you... you're my friend. Right, Henry?" Silence filled the room, only the tank's heater and filter whirring audible. Leviathan pressed his forehead against the tanks glass as he felt his chest tighten followed by a lump in his throat formed, his eyes watering up. "I miss them so much..." He said quietly as his voice cracked, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes as he tries to stop tears flowed from his eyes and down his cheeks. As much as he tried to deny it, with your popularity - he's just no longer your friend. He's just now sees himself as another person in the faceless crowd to you.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻

Honestly doesn't care much for your popularity.

Genuinly, he's quite impressed with how popular you gotten in the Devildom with you're achievements.

Though, does worry about you from time to time due to you being close to Diavolo so... there's that.

He doesn't want other demons to take advantage with your ties and popularity.

Other than that, he's really not that responsive to your popularity, even if it grows.

Most likely, you might have the same connection as him due to your popularity so you two go to exclusive events [restaurant grand openings, friends/acquaintances only parties/events, etc]

If that's the case, he's glad to have you there - having a familiar face in the room really puts him at ease.

"Hey, Y/N." He calls out to you as he makes his way through the crowd of demons mingling and talking amongst themselves, seeing you stand off to the side of the room - taking a break from all the socializing. "How are you feeling? Do you want to head out for a breather with me?" He asks with a soft smile, offering you his arm. "You must be a bit tired from talking to all these people - especially with the respect you've garnered amongst other demons. If you'd like to join me, I know a good place to get away for a little social break."

𝗔𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘂𝘀

Absolutely ecstatic that you're finally getting the popularity and recognition in the Devildom.

You do have a pact with him anyways, it's what he expects - the more eyes on you, the more eyes on him by proxy.

He constantly brags that he knows you on a personal level, but would never indulge in any information - he doesn't kiss and tell <3

Would take you to so many parties so you can get to know more Demons than you already know just from your popularity alone.

He's most likely by your side whenever you two are out in public, he LOVES attention and your popularity helps with getting stares and all.

Def. introduces you to all his friends like... 99% of new people you now know is all thanks to Asmo.

Does get a bit pouty when you two are out and random demons try to talk to you.

Usually doesn't mind it but he does have his limits - is it because he's not getting the attention from the people who are fascinated by you and your achievements or is it because he doesn't have your attention and he craves your attention alone?

A mix of both post likely, one more than the other - which one favours over the other? That's for Asmo to know and you to find out.

The two of you were out clubbing with a couple of Asmo's friends but it seemed like the Avatar of Lust's friends were more intrested in you than him, asking you about what's it like to be so close to Diavolo or what's the celestial realm like since you're really close to the angels. Asmo had enough of this, downing the rest of his Demonus and putting his glass down with a tap as he rose to his feet in a a swift manner. "Y/N, let's go dance~" He says with his usual happy-go-lucky voice, not even waiting for an answer before taking your hand and pulling you out of the private room right into the hallway. He pushes you against the wall gently, putting an hand next to your head - pinning you up against the wall as the club's music bumped in the distance. "It's my turn to give you attention, Y/N." He whispered as he leaned in close to your ear, his tone now almost a purr as he spoke. "I'll be sure not to bore you with question like my friends back there~"

𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘇𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗯

Doesn't let it affect him.

He doesn't mind the fact you're popular, just doesn't like it when you two get interrupted when you two are out.

When you two are out buying snacks and someone recognizes you and starts chatting with you when he's was in the middle of asking you something - he gets kinda upset but not really.

But due to Beel's sometimes expressionless face, the demon that interuping you two's bonding time usually backs off.

In a way, he's kinda like a body guard for you.

Due to his sheer size and the common knowledge he's extremely strong - demons that do post a threat or just want to interact with you back off immediately when you're with this guy.

But the fact your popularity has some perks, that catches his attention.

When you admirer gifts that are food related [and trust me, that a lot of the time] - don't worry, Beel would happily take that off your hands if you allow him to.

"Y/N, do you want get these Hellfire Spicy Newt Chips? This flavour is new-" Beel's words trail off when he sees you talking to another demon, 'Huh, must be one of the demons curious about Y/N...' he thought as he stood up straight, his build and large figure towering over you as he stared intently at you're interaction - just waiting for the conversation you're having to end with the lesser Demon. He notices the other demon's eyes slowly drift up and look at him, suddenly ending the conversation you where having with them and rushing off down the opposite direction of the store aisle you two were in. You look up at Beel with a confused look painted on your face from the lesser Demon's sudden choice to end the conversation abruptly. Beel just shrugged in response and held the chip bag he was holding, "Do you want Hellfire Spicy Newt Chips too, Y/N?"

𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿

Like his twin, really doesn't care that your popular.

Matter of fact, he uses it to his advantage all while looking after you.

How exactly? You two a little routine that you two do.

He's already waiting in the attic for you, laying down on the sleeping area he had made when he was held captive up there or in his shared bedroom with Beel - probably already napping.

He senses when you enter the room, he waits up from his slumber and invites you to nap with him.

Gives you cuddles and uses you as a human body pillow while the two of you naps,

Listens to you talk about the latest happenings in you new life being popular in the Devildom - gossip and all.

He stays awake long enough to watch you fall asleep next to him before falling asleep himself.

He lets out a soft while as he stirs awake, hearing someone enter the room. Just from the sound of the footsteps, he knew who it was. "Y/N... you're home..." Belphie welcomes you in his hald-asleep toned voice, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He scoots a bit on the mattress - inviting you to lay with him. Once he feels the mattress sink as you lay beside him, he scoots back that his body was pressed against your back, you feel his arms wrap around you and a leg straddle over your hip as if the sleepy demon was using you as a body pillow. "You must be tired, Y/N... it must have been an eventful day..." he mutters into your clothed back as he presses his face into it, his eyes fluttering closed comforted by your warmth. "Tell me all about it..."

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SloMo WriNo: Setting Word Count Goals

For your SlowMo Wrimo the first thing to decide is your daily word count goals. And as Mo the Wrino says, they need to be achievable.

My initial promise was that you can write a complete novel in a year. When I say that I’m talking somewhere in the vicinity of 70-80k, which is in the zone for most YA, Romance and Mystery. Fantasy and Science Fiction can run longer, but if you’re writing in those two genres I’m going to encourage you to aim for a word count on the lower end of things, just to keep it doable within 12 months.

Now anyone with a calculator can see that if you divide 80k by 365 you get 219.

So if you write 219 words every day then presto, you’ve written your novel!

Which is true! But I don’t think it’s reasonable to assume it’s possible to write every single day, with no days off for an entire year. I know some writers do manage that long term, (or at least claim to!) but if you’ve been struggling to get words out, it’s not an achievable plan.

Instead I want you to create a series of Mini-Maxi goals.

That is, have a baseline minimum, but also hold yourself to a maximum allowed. This is a term drawn from construction standards.

For example, if you’re hanging drywall, there are rules in building codes about how many screws are required per sheet. The lower limit makes intuitive sense to most people. Yes of course when you hang something from a wall there should be a minimum amount of screws. You need enough to keep that thing in place.

But there is also often an upper limit. If you put in too many screws, you will compromise the structural integrity of the drywall, or even the wood framing behind it.

So how does that apply to writing?

The idea of setting a minimum word count goal is pretty widely understood. That’s usually the method most people go into Nano with. A plan to write a minimum of 1667 words a day.

For many people that’s hard enough to reach, let alone exceed, so the idea of maximums doesn’t really enter the picture.

However for this challenge I want you to commit to a far lower daily word count, something you can accomplish in fifteen to twenty minutes. Because even if your schedule is very busy, writing for fifteen minutes most days is achievable.

But that begs the question. What if it’s Sunday afternoon and I have a few hours to write! Oh joy! I shall binge write several thousand words!

Here's the problem with that. Overdo it and we’re back with the same burnout and creative exhaustion issues that brought you here in the first place.

So I want you all to set a safe maximum word count too.

My recommendation is that you go no higher than around 5x your daily minimum. Or approximately what you can write in 1:15 to 1:30 hours.

But what if, you say, what if, after that alarm goes off at 1:30, my brain is still teeming with ideas?

Good! Make some brief outlining notes and then go do something else! You will be all the more refreshed and excited to write tomorrow.

The goal here isn’t to wring every drop out of your creative well in a single session, but to create a long term writing practice.

Like that piece of drywall, you don’t want to compromise your overall creativity by overdoing things.

So, to summarize, your task for today is to select a comfortable minimum daily word count, (an amount you can easily write in 15-20 minutes) and a safe maximum binge-writing word count. (5x your minimum)

If you don’t know how fast you write, do a series of timed sessions over the next few days, and find out. You might be surprised at how much you get done in a short focused session.

Coming up next: Managing your writing time, taking breaks, and sticking with it for a whole year.

Maree

P. S. If you'd like to join the challenge, make a post! use the tag #slomowrino. If have any questions, please shoot us an Ask either here or on the discord.

Links: SloMo Wrino Intro The Discord Server

#slomowrino #setting writing goals #writing advice #mini maxi

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aibm11 · 18 days

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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Hey! I wanted to request a fic with minho maybe where the reader (she/her) is shy? And a mom friend too maybe like feeding everybody 24/7 and caring all sort of stuff with her like band aids and napkins.

(Sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language)

I think I can just about manage this.

This is kind of short because I really could just not think of a decent plot for the life of me.

Writer's block is a killer man.

SOFT AT HEART

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMERY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

You've been harbouring a long-term crush on Minho, but the problem is you're shy and nervous, and Minho is anything but. Of course, Minho isn't the only Glader you care about, but it's hard to bond with a group of rowdy boys sometimes. So, you show your affections by taking care of them instead. Unbeknownst to you, your subtle acts of kindness give Minho the drive he's been missing for a long time- and maybe he needs a bit more than what he's getting.

WARNINGS: None, really.

You're the odd one out in the Glade. Of course, there's the blinding obvious that you're the only girl amongst, but also you're more reserved than your counterparts.

You've always felt like there's a strange barrier between you and the other Gladers- maybe it's because of your gender, maybe it's because of your personality. But it doesn't matter; something about you just doesn't quite click.

It's not that you don't like the boys. You love them, in fact- they're normally kind and understanding with you even though they aren't with each other. They have a lot of respect for you.

And the feeling is mutual.

But, you can't exactly go around telling a bunch of teenage boys how much you care about them without them getting the wrong idea. Not that you're great with your words to begin with. So, you show your affections through acts of service.

You offer food and water to tired Gladers who are too busy to stop working to have lunch- mainly Buliders, Track-hoes and Slicers. You carry bandages and band-aids for slight injuries that happen to those around you, and you always offer an understanding ear when the boys want to vent their frustrations, even if you don't always know what to say.

Maybe your subtle acts of kindness would just be a typical friendly gesture if it weren't for the fact that you have a massive crush on Minho.

You swore to yourself when you first came up in the Box that you wouldn't get romantically involved with any of the boys. And you've made that painfully clear to everyone. They're your friends, and they all see you as the big sister role you've put yourself in- but Minho?

Minho.

A flaw in your plan, to say to the least.

It's not like you guys talk all the time or spend loads of time together, but you have got into the habit of getting up early and meeting the Runners at the Doors to give them their lunch and drinks for the day.

You only do this so they can have more time in the Map Room before they leave for the day, which is some much needed precious seconds. You started doing this after you overheard Minho complaining about feeling like there's not enough time in the day. So, when you started showing up first thing in the morning, waking up earlier than most of the Glade, he definitely took a shine to you.

It's a simple gesture, really. One that doesn't seem to faze the other Runners in the slightest, but Minho always seems more determined and happier after seeing you. Even the Runners have pointed out a shift in work ethic to Ably.

Though, with you starting to cooperate with talking to Minho and having actual conversations, the way he looks at you is starting to make you melt.

You don't really know what it is about Minho. He's sarcastic and kind of mean sometimes, and he's definitely not scared of speaking his mind or acting recklessly. He's one of the highest regarded Gladers around, for obvious reasons, but he's probably also one of the most feared and powerful.

You've actually witnessed Minho tell Alby what to do.

What a day that was.

But that might be why you started liking him- because he isn't like that with you. Sure, you'll get the occasional witty comment or eye roll, but for the most part, he's kinder with you. It's kind of common knowledge that you're the Glade's soft spot, but that's more applicable to Minho than anyone else.

"Dude, you're staring again," Ben leans against a tree at the edge of the Deadheads where him and Minho occasionally spend free time away from the other members of the Glade.

"Hm?" Minho hums, sitting on the ground, not really paying attention to anything Ben has to say. That's nothing new.

"You're staring- again," Ben scoffs, crouching down next to him, "yanno you can talk her without her feeding us at the Doors?"

Minho glares at his friend. "I'm not staring."

Minho is a liar. You've plagued him for a while, even before you started providing for them. Of course, this is the expectation with being the only girl, but Minho has changed- like said before.

"You totally are, shuck-face."

"Slim it, Ben- you don't know what you're talking about."

"You're soft on her, man; everyone can see it."

"Everyone's soft on her, shuck-face. That's why she's made it clear she's not gonna date or any of that klunk with us."

"I mean..." Ben drags out the word, "you never know, right?"

"Dude, what are you getting at here?"

Ben shrugs. "I don't know, man, I'm just... picking up a vibe." Minho squints at his friend, bewildered that Ben thinks that's any kind of explanation.

"The shuck are you talking about?"

Ben sighs. "You've just been better, dude. It's nice having you back to normal."

Minho didn't need to ask. He knows what Ben's talking about. Before you showed up, Minho was rapidly losing hope. Having fully mapped the whole Maze and still without an exit, or even so much of a sign of an exit, it's kind of hard to keep hopes up.

But when you came up and started going around trying to raise everyone's spirits, despite being slightly awkward; he started to pick up speed again. The Glade became more positive, and Minho started to gain feelings for you.

Despite what you'd made clear.

"I think you're looking too much into it," Minho huffs, sitting back properly, leaning fully against the tree.

"I don't-"

"Hey!" You attempt to shout over to the boys, realising they're yet to come to dinner after the long day. You're holding two bowls of stew as you walk over. "You guys okay?" You ask, passing the food to the boys in turn.

Minho takes the dish from you. "Playing Glade mother as per usual?"

You avoid his gaze. "Yeah, well, you guys haven't eaten yet and Frypan is impatient- can't have our best Runners going hungry, can we?"

"Ah, so you think I'm the best?" Ben's tone is a kind of fake flirty, probably to gauge Minho's reaction. You just blink at him.

"I-I mean, I don't really know much about running, but I'm pretty sure Minho is the Keeper for a reason- so, uh, sorry?" Your words don't quite make sense, not wanting to insult Ben, but making your opinion known.

Minho can't help but smirk at this as Ben fake pouts. His eyes land on you, flickering up and down for a second, almost unintentionally; which makes your face feel warm.

"Anyway," you clear your throat, "I'm gonna..." You throw your thumb over your shoulder, "yanno."

"Yeah, catch you later." You give an awkward wave to Minho before you turn and walk slightly faster than normal away.

"You're whipped, bro," Ben chuckles between eating spoonfuls of stew, resulting in getting punched in the leg.

"Shut up, man."

Minho thought about this for a while- longer than he'd care to admit. He does like you, and you seem to be more friendly and talkative with him than you do the other Gladers.

Maybe he should just bite the bullet.

Maybe just asking you on a date wouldn't be that bad of an idea. I mean, the worst you can say is no, right? And you're a nice girl, of course, you'd be gentle about it.

Unless, you're not and you reject him and humiliate him.

Okay, so Minho might have a fear of rejection that he didn't know he had. It's not worth the awkwardness.

It's not until the next Bonfire night that Minho reconsiders this. You've taken a shine to the new Greenie.

And by "taken a shine", I mean the poor boy is rocking back and forth, curled into a ball and you're desperately trying to comfort him. He does seem to have relaxed a bit, but the Maze is a lot to take in.

He's been given Gally's Special Brew, and the alcohol has definitely calmed his nerves. So, you take a break, retreating to a more secluded area- still within shouting distance if you're needed, but far enough away to take a breather. You lean back against a log, letting your head test on the wood.

"Here," your eyes flicker open, seeing Minho standing over you, a drink in his hand.

He'd been watching you for a while, and seeing how dedicated and caring you've been literally all day has shown him he needs to make some kind of move.

"Thanks," you sit up straight, taking the drink off of him as he takes the spot next to you, both of you facing away from the festivities. "You not joining in?"

"Nah," he scoffs, taking a sip of his own drink.

"I guess you never really do, huh?" He smiles at you; he always feels warm inside when you show him that you pay attention to him. You pay attention to everyone, but sometimes it feels like you pay extra attention to him.

Probably because you do, but he doesn't know that.

"You know me so well," he scoffs and you roll your eyes before he playfully shoves you- something you wouldn't have the courage to do.

"'Course- I always pay attention to people I like," a smirk appears across Minho's face as he slightly raises his eyebrow. It takes you a second, but you quickly realise what that sounded like.

Your face immediately starts to burn and you look away. "I didn't mean-"

"Uh huh."

"I didn't!"

"Why do you look so embarrassed then?"

"Shut up," you grumble, hands coming to your face as Minho laughs at you. You've never been good at the flirting thing, and it's not hard to fluster you, but since you actually like Minho, it's drastically worse. "I didn't mean it like that- I just- you're my friend and I-I respect you- and-"

"Do you wanna go on a date?"

You freeze, turning to face him as you blink.

"What?"

Minho stares straight ahead, mainly so he doesn't freak out. "I just figured I'd stop thinking about asking and just actually ask you." You open your mouth to speak but he doesn't give you the chance. "I know you've got this whole dating rule, and you don't want any of that klunk- but I like you, (Y/N). And I used to think that if a girl came up here, I wouldn't care 'cause I've got the Maze to deal with. But, I can't help it- you're just... Good. Everyone here likes you and you're just a good person."

He looks at you, second guessing himself when he sees your completely blank expression.

"I-I don't mean- shuck it," he laughs. "You can say no and I won't be upset; I get it. But I just thought I'd ask. It's just one date, if you want, and then we don't have to do anything else or be anything and forget it even happened if you regret it. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"What would we do?" The question is out of a genuine curiosity than anything. It's not like there are many restaurants or movie theatres in the Glade.

Now it's Minho's turn to blankly blink. "Well, we uh, we could go for a swim in the lake, or I could rob Frypan and we could have a picnic in the Deadheads, or we could just chill somewhere and talk about dumb klunk- whatever you wanna do."

"You've thought about this, huh?" You smile, warmth fluttering through your body as Minho turns a shade of pink, scratching the back of his neck.

"I mean... just a little." You've never seen him be embarrassed before.

It's kind of cute.

"Okay," you say after a second.

"Okay?"

"Okay, I'll go on a date with you; that picnic sounds good."

He grins. "Yeah?"

"Yeah... I kinda like you too, so..."

Minho can't stop smiling, even when you avoid looking at him again.

"You like me too?" You glance at him. He looks perfect, his lopsided smile, his dark hair and face illuminated by the flames behind him.

"Yeah," you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "I like you too. A lot, actually."

"Cool," he clears his throat, "cool, that's cool."

"(Y/N)!" Newt calls you, "the Greenie's freakin' out again! Give us a shuckin' hand!"

You roll your eyes, standing up and smiling at Minho once again. "So, it's a date then?"

"Yeah, it's a date- I'll figure out that picnic and let you know."

"Sounds like a plan," you say as you step over the log, trying to hide your smile and not squeal the entire Glade down as you go back to your daily role.

Minho watches you walk away, letting his head drop back when your out of sight. He's completely buzzing and feels on top of the world.

"So," Ben approaches, chuckling at his friend's love-drunk state, "you finally asked her then?"

"Shut your shuckin' mouth."

Yo, here's another Minho piece, though I am struggling with all the Minho work atm. He's one of my favourite all time characters but I'm running out of new ways to do the same thing, if that makes sense? So sorry if this one isn't as good- my quality is going down hill lmao.

I still hope you kind of like, regardless :))

#🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri writes tmr #🌿 petri tmr minho #tmr fanfiction #tmr minho #minho tmr #minho the maze runner #minho tmr x reader #tmr imagines #minho maze runner

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risunsky · 5 months

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2023 review

So, was it a good year ?

I think so, I've enjoyed challenging myself, I've tried Beksinski for a second time, Klimt twice, I've done a crossover hellraiser which I'm quite happy with… I made cement for the first time and it was great!

At the 2022 review I said I wanted to do more horror, so I went for gore with all my emaciated skeletons and I'm very happy with that.

September is my favorite of all.

Outside of my fanart world, my biggest freelance achievement has been completing a big comic commission on time and now that the book is out and I've had good feedback from both commissioners and readers I'm relieved and quite proud. It's been a stressful time so it's nice to see that it hasn't all been for nothing. So, even though I'll never stop considering myself as a learner and experimenting with new things, I think that this year I've finally managed to settle on a style, or a range of styles, that I like and that I think I'll stick with for a long time. I've been drawing for a very long time but this is the first year I've felt so strongly that I've found MY style. As for my universe, it seems that somewhere in the horror area of dark fantasy it is my home.

What's planned for 2024?

In terms of priorities, the gift commissions, yeah.... I'm soooo late. I've finished one, but two are still on hold, and have been for at least a year now. I'm terribly sorry about that, because I haven't been overwhelmed like that for a long time, and I intend to sort it out as soon as possible.

It should also be the year I finish the Goya remake. Ideally, I'd like to finish in February because that's my birthday month, or March because that's the anniversary of my discovery of Ghost.

For the rest, don't take it as a promise, because I tend to let myself be carried along by my desires and they are constantly changing. For example, I was planning great things with Nunussy but the poor thing was left on the side of the road. My interest in it just died. it seems that shipping characters and writing an alternative universe for them is not my thing. I have at least 3 shorts comics ideas, more or less ghost related but always mixed with something else. I really really want to work on it but it's a lot of work and this year I need money, like more than usual so I don't know... I also want to do Bloodborne fanart.

The fails

I haven't kept to my plan to draw the other characters in the Ghost lore, oopsy. I still haven't had the time to open any commissions, but last year was really special, working on a big contract that kept me busy for months and that was something new, it was stressful enough. 2024 should be different. I had to show a bit more of my traditional technique, let's say I do it with the Goya project, it's a semi-failure.

Not really a failure: I still haven't come up with a design for an official t-shirt. I think that's because I'm more of an illustrator than a designer and for a good design I need to find a special thing. It's not a big deal for me, just, if it happens it's cool, if not, well, not the end of the world.

To finish

I'd like to thank all those who follow me and who like and share my drawings, including those who remain silent in the shadows - I'm myself a lurker so I understand! Of course, a huge thank you to those who have supported me on ko-fi, it's the first time I've tried this system and I'm happy to have had some support pretty quickly!

my apologies if there are any English mistakes in this text, which is still too long

Have a great festive season!

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beegalactica · 1 day

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HOT GIRLS ARE CONSCIOUS.

I haven't been on Tumblr in about 3 months (life has been busy), and when I finally decided to check back in today, I kept seeing the same thing over and over again, so I am here to dispel some myths.

If you have seen any of my posts, you will know the issues I have with traditional TikTok-y trendy 'glow-up' advice, but today I realised how much of it is just a ploy to get us to spend tons of money on things we CAN live without. I think we all need to be more CONSCIOUS: conscious of what we can realistically afford and implement into our daily lives.

For example, in a typical 'glow-up' advice post, tiktok or youtube video, they recommend these super unrealistic routines that include a full skincare routine of every type of cream you could ever imagine, and an incredibly detailed list that lays out how you need to spend every 10 minutes of your day in order to achieve this perfect form.

It's all hear-say.

Don't get roped into thinking that you need those brand new clothes, or you need those skincare items to be your best self. The idea of turning your 'glow-up' into a sustainable part of your life is to do things you can manage to do over and over again. The secret to glowing up permanently is having a routine that keeps you happy and healthy. Instead of buying a full shelf of skincare all in one go, get 1 or 2 items with positive reviews to start. You don't need to throw out your whole wardrobe and sell your soul to TEMU just to look aesthetic; use what you have. Rather than making short term impulsive purchases, treat every part of your life as an investment.

Especially when it comes to clothing, being someone who has lost weight and no longer fits into all their old clothes, instead of throwing everything out and starting from scratch, I bought a little amazon sewing kit with a couple of needles and different types of thread and started cutting and sewing my way to a better wardrobe. (Even TODAY, I turned an old pair of jeans that I never wear into a cute miniskirt all from a 5 minute YouTube tutorial.) If sewing isn't your thing, you can try using some hemming tape and an iron, fabric glue, or whatever you can. Be conscious of the things you buy and how often you buy them.

I know lots of people like thrifting, and you can thrift online with apps like Vinted, which I personally use and love, if you don't have access to massive thrift stores like they do in America (I'm totally not jealous at all 🙄🙄; I live in the UK and the closest things I have near me are charity shops but there's a sort of stigma around shopping in them but honestly who cares what others think).

When you shop for clothes, look for timeless and versatile pieces you can mix and match, layer and style with lots of different things, allowing you to wear them well. Try to find good staple pieces, that will make the basis of your wardrobe. Be an outfit repeater. Do not blindly follow trends; take the time to curate and explore to find your style. Make a massive Pinterest board of everything you think looks good, and start to make a list of common items of clothing and accessories you save the most; these will be your staples. Don't feel like you have to stick strictly to one aesthetic; my wardrobe ranges from 'fairycore' maxi skirts to y2k denim skirts, but what matters is that I am mindful of whether I will use the things I want to buy.

Of course, feel free to treat yourself, you 100% deserve it, but don't get sucked into the idea that your self worth is determined but WHAT you have; instead it should be how you FEEL in what you have.

I like to see my blog as a little notebook of things I wish I could have told my younger self, and things I want to remind my future self, and I feel like it would be a disservice to not talk about the oversaturation of our feeds with infinite products, to the point where everything feels like an AD.

Moral of the story: don't just take everything you see online at face value. Don't get trapped in extensive consumerism; it's bad for your bank account, it's bad for the environment and it's bad for your mental health.

Also here's my Pinterest if you want to have a peek around <3 Pinterest

#lifeblr #self improvement #becoming that girl #girlblogger #girlblogging #it girl #self care #that girl #consumerism #thrifting #sustainability #sewing #think before you buy #there's enough to go around for everyone

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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5 Stars

A/N based on this. I’ve actually had an idea to write something where Matty is in a relationship with a writer. Idk is this me soft-launching this couple? Is this just gonna be a one-off? We’ll see.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety.

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“Matty! Good to see you! Where is your better half, by the way? I’ve been trying to find her and congratulate her, but I don’t think I’ve seen her anywhere.” Her friend (a term she would use loosely here), the magazine columnist, approached Matty.

He felt sweat drip down his back and he listened to this woman’s shrill, disingenuous enthusiasm, trying to keep a tight-lipped smile the entire time. Stay calm, stay calm, don’t let anyone know you’re pretending. “Thank you, Maureen. Really. She’s uhh- around here, somewhere. Just busy. She’s the guest of honor, she’s got a million people to see today. You know how it is. I’ll pass along your congratulations, yeah? Excuse me, please.”

With a gentle nod, Matty extracted himself away from that woman and to the other side of the room as soon as he saw his girlfriend’s best friend. “Ashley! Thank god I’ve found you. Have you seen our superstar yet? I can’t seem to find her anywhere and she’s not answering her phone.”

“I was just coming to ask you that!” Ashley clutched his onto his arm.

“So, what we’re saying, here, is her book goes out into the world in a few minutes and neither one of us knows where she is?” Matty was officially panicking right now. His eyes darted around the room, scanning the crowd’s faces for her, but she was nowhere to be seen.

“Pretty much. For all we know, she’s not even in the building.” Ashley shrugged.

Something about that statement finally told Matty exactly where the love of his life was. “Course she’s not in the building!” He mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing, never mind. Think I know where she is. I’ll text you if I find her. Just in case I’m wrong, though, maybe take another look around?”

Ashley nodded and walked off in the opposite direction, looking for mutual friends or book editors, anyone who might have seen her friend or knows where she is.

Matty studied the layout of the room, looking around for the fire exit sign. Once he’d managed to locate it, he opened the emergency door and took the stairs upwards, to the roof. If he had to guess, he would probably find her up there, smoking a pack of cigarettes that she’d stolen from him without his knowledge.

At the top of the stairs, the door to the roof of the building was open. Yup. He was right. She was up here. He pulled his phone out, texting Ashley that he had found her, and then he checked the time. They had twenty minutes until she needed to be in the room. He could work with that.

“Coulda at least told me you were going for a smoke break. I’d have joined you.” He called out to her as he walked up, taking his blazer off and wrapping it around her. It was cold out here in the open night sky, and her short dress wasn’t going to keep her warm.

She turned around, attempting to give him a smile, despite her anxiety. Silently, she offered him his pack of cigarettes back.

“Lighter?” He requested as he placed one in his mouth. “Thanks, my love.”

“How’d you know I was up here?” She asked, blowing the smoke out of her mouth and looking at the skyline.

“It’s where I would be if I were you.” He needed to approach this subject with complete delicacy. Despite her calm and collected act, Matty knew she was anxious right now, and he didn’t want to make it worse right before she had to go back in there and give a speech. “Oh, heads up. Maureen’s here.” His eyebrows shot up, watching her out of the corner of his eye as he stood next to her. “She’s been looking for you.”

She made a gagging noise.

“She seemed like she was gonna implode with jealousy.” He added, hoping he’d make her laugh.

She tossed the end of cigarette to the floor, stepping on it with her heel to put it out. She shook her head, “don’t know what she’s jealous about…”

Matty heard the strain in her voice and turned around to look at her, her expression breaking his heart. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” His brows furrowed.

“I- don’t wanna do this. Don’t wanna go down there. In front of all these people.”

“Baby-“

“I know, I know! This should be the happiest day of my life. It’s a dream come true. I’ve wanted this my whole life.” She’d been quietly spiraling all day, now that she’s started speaking, it was like the flood-gates had opened. She wasn’t even registering Matty’s attempts to console or comfort her. He’d tried to remind her that she worked really hard on this for two years. Tried to tell her that she deserves this night, that it’s okay to be nervous, but none of it seemed to make a difference. So, eventually, he gave up. He stopped trying to speak, and decided to just be there and listen.

“It’s not like I’m ungrateful! I know how big this is and how important this night is for my career. I just- I’m just-“ she fell quiet, frustrated that no word in the English language could possibly capture how she feels right now.

“Nervous?” Matty offered a suggestion.

“Nervous?” She shook her head. “Matty, I’m fucking terrified! Look.” She stuck her hand out, showing Matty that it was shaking relentlessly.

The sight made a wave of pain jolt his heart. He couldn’t stand to see her like this. He couldn’t watch as she trembled and do nothing. He grabbed her shaky hand in his, kissing it.

“Oh, honey. Why didn’t you talk to me sooner?”

“I- I didn’t- I didn’t want it to be true. I wanted the fear to go away. I just wanted to be happy.”

Saying the words out loud finally made them true, she felt tears running down her face. “Oh, fuck, now I’ve ruined my make up, too.”

Matty wrapped his arms around her. “No, no you’ll ruin your white shirt! Matty!” She attempted to push him away, but he wouldn’t let go.

“It’s okay, my love. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Who cares about the shirt. Just, let me hold you, okay? Let me.”

She took her first deep breath of the day. “I just don’t want this to be a disaster. My parents are here. You. George and Charli. Ashley and her brother-“

“Don’t mean to interrupt but Adam and Carly found someone to watch the baby. So they’re here too.” He tried to make her laugh, it seemed only to make things worse. “Sorry, sorry. Go

On?”

“I’m saying….I don’t want to let them down. Or my editorial team or my publishers! So many people’s livelihoods depend on this book, not just mine. And, everyone who’s loved me and been patient with me, and supported me through this. Everyone who didn’t laugh in my face when I said I wanted to be a writer, everyone who gave me feedback, helped me work out my ideas and make them real…the room is filled with everyone I love-“

“And Maureen.” Matty grinned. This time, she laughed.

“…and Maureen.” She rolled her eyes at him. “My point is, this is the most important thing I’ve ever done and I have never been more scared to share it with the world. This whole time, it’s been my little dream. And as long as it remained that way, it couldn’t disappoint anyone. But now that it’s becoming a reality, right in front of everyone….oh my god! Book reviews are gonna start coming in soon! What if they’re not good?”

“It’s okay.” Matty’s armed tightened around her, knocking the wind from her lungs. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“How do you do it? Every two years?” She spoke, her moth next to his ear as he continued holding her through the panic.

“Do what?”

“Release a new album! It’s your innermost thoughts and feelings in audio form and you just release into the world where people will judge it and critique it and tear it apart. How? How’d you do it when ‘Self Titled’ came out?”

he let her sleep out of his arms so he could step away and look her in her glassy eyes.

“Oh, honey. When we put out self-titled I don’t think anyone cared. Nobody knew who we were back then. Your situation’s slightly different cuz you’ve actually written pieces here and there. People know who you are.” Matty smiled at her but he could tell that his words only served to remind her of the looming expectations of the masses. “Ask me about ‘I Like It When You Sleep,’ though.”

She sniffled, wiping the tears out of the corners of her eyes. “Okay…umm, what was it like when you came out with ‘I Like It When You Sleep’ ?”

Matty, took her hand again, squeezing it and rubbing his thumb over the back of her palm, soothingly. He knew it brought her comfort in situations like this. He looked up at the sky, as if the past were written in the stars. “It was….the most terrier I’d ever been in my entire life. As you know, George’d had this…anxiety during the making of the record. Cuz he felt the pressure of the world watching. He went a bit insane and lost confidence for a long time. For me, that didn’t happen during the making of….it happened after. I was so scared people would hate it.”

“So, how’d you deal?”

“Drugs.” He said without missing a beat.

She smiled in spite of herself. “Okay, unless you have some cocaine in the pocket of this blazer you’ve given me….”

He kissed her forehead. “That’s not what I mean! I’m not done yet.”

“Sorry, go on.”

“The day before the record came out, I had…a similar nervous breakdown to the one that you’re having.” He winked at her. “I started thinking about the record and what I would go back and change about it if I could, whether I had any regrets or made any creative decisions that I was now questioning….”

“And?” She looked up at him with her big, beautiful eyes, expectation written all over her face.

“Honestly? Not a single thing. Wouldn’t change a damn thing.” He finally looked away from the starry night and directly in her eyes, making her blush at the intense gaze.

“Would you go back and change anything?” She considered his question for a moment, thinking about the various drafts she’d gone through, the rewrites, the choices to cut some pages and add others. A feeling of calm enveloped her as she spoke “nope. not a damn thing.”

“Then, you’ve got nothing to fear.” Matty smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into him. “No matter what the press says, no matter how tonight goes, no matter how booksales go…you’ll know you made the right decisions and did what’s best for the book. Not what’s selling these days, not what’s trendy, not what’s popular. You know what else?” He kissed her cheek, wiping the wet tears that had been drying on her face away.

“What?”

“ your mind is brilliant. Anything that comes out of it is completely stunning. If the world can’t see that, then the world can go fuck itself.” He spoke with the softest tone, as if singing a lullaby.

She giggled and shook her head. “Biased!”

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah, Matty?”

“Put your hand in the inner pocket of my blazer. I got you something.” A bright smile erupted accords his face.

She took out a sheet of paper, frowning. “What’s this?”

“Your first 5 star review! Go on, read it!”

“The- the New York Review of Books?

Is this real?!!!!” She was stunned. “Matty, I swear if this is a joke, then-“

He chuckled loudly. “It’s not a joke! It’s just not out yet. Comes out next week.”

“How did you? When did you? What-“ she stuttered, her tongue unable to keep up with her racing mind.

“I have a music journalist friend who knows someone over at the NYR, so….didn’t know what to get you as a publication day present. Figured this would do.”

Matty watched her squeal with joy, dance around the roof, and eventually jump into his arm and hug him tightly, whispering “I love you” repeatedly into his ear and kissing his cheeks and neck.

“If you’d given it to me earlier…could’ve spared us both the meltdown.” She noted when she’d eventually calmed down and had a moment to think about it.

“I know. But I wanted you to feel better because you’d thought about it and decided to believe in yourself and your book. Not because some guy from a fancy publication thought you were worthy.”

He melted her heart. As if she weren’t already in love with him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him by his side. “That’s the sweetest thing that anyone’s ever done for me.” She kissed him.

“The fancy publication is quite nice, though, isn’t it?” She grinned, beaming like a ray of sunshine. A remarkable difference from the cowering shadow of herself that had been crying and fearful a few moments ago.

“You have no idea how proud I am of you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, giving her a peck. “C’mon. It’s almost time. We gotta fix your runny makeup.”

“Hold my hand until we get there?” She reached her hand out to him.

“Of course. You’re gonna be alright, my love. If you get scared, think of me. If you feel panicked, look for my face in the crowd. I’ll be the one in the front row, crying tears of joy.”

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