#i felt like an actual author for once with how well i was describing things XD

[indecisive-capricorn]

Headcanons to Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant Reader:

WARNINGS: There will be a bit of angst, grief, mentions of child loss, but loads of fluff.

SUMMARY: Getting pregnant is one thing, but how will your beloved partner, Miguel O'Hara, react to it when he finds out? And how will he be like throughout your pregnancy?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have been noticing that for the last few months, the Miguel O'Hara imagines are decreasing and I am still very high in my reader phase for him, so in an attempt to feed my fellow still on high Miguel O'Hara lovers, I'll be posting several imagines or headcanons for him. Apologies if it's a little rough, been some time since I made a headcanon.

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

When you first found out you were pregnant, you were quite unsure what to do. It wasn't as if you were afraid that Miguel might abandon you or anything, but because of what had happened with Gabriella, you knew children was a very sensitive topic for him.

You had talked with Miguel in the past about children and he considered the possibility of having children with you in the future but he didn't feel as if he was ready for kids yet. He was still grieving over Gabriella and you didn't blame him. She was his kid and no parent should ever have to endure the feeling of losing their child, but he has to and it was a scar that he would bring along with him throughout his life.

That was the reason why you are quite nervous to tell Miguel the news and you actually tried to keep it hidden from him for some time. You managed to do a good job at it but it also made you accidentally distant yourself from Miguel too.

Miguel was quick to catch on that something was wrong. Look, you can be the greatest liar in the world and he will still manage to find out your deepest secrets without needing you to tell him any of them. But even before you distant yourself from him, Miguel was able to sense the changes your body was going through. He wasn't precisely sure what it was but he knew something was different and you could blame it on his spider senses for giving him the ability to know that.

Miguel thought you were on your period at first and needed space, but he grew suspicious when your behaviour still had't changed after a few weeks.

And that was when he decided to confront you about your behaviour. He missed your light touches, your cuddles and your daily kisses, especially the cheek kisses you usually give him every morning before going to work or before going on a long mission. He missed pulling you into his arms while sleeping in bed with you, only to have you scooting to the far side of the bed the last few weeks. He missed you so much and he was hurt by your actions as well.

Even with how nervous you were, you didn't want to hide the truth from Miguel any longer, so you told him about your pregnancy.

Shock was an absolute understandment to describe Miguel's reaction to the news. Like, all the signs of your pregnancy the past few weeks came up to him in large capital letters. He should've known from it all but then again, even if you were already displaying a small baby bump, Miguel would only believe it once you actually said it to him.

Miguel would be happy next and he'll be kissing your cheek. He'll say that it is a wonderful news and would ask you for more details about the pregnancy and the baby's health. He'll be quite joyful about it but you knew that there was more to it than that.

You knew your partner better than anyone in the multi-verse and you knew for a fact that while Miguel was more than happy and excited about the news, you also knew that Miguel felt very scared. He was scared that he might fail to protect you and the baby the same way he failed to protect Gabriella. He would swear to you on that day that no harm would ever come to you or the baby as long as he's alive, but it still didn't vanish the fear inside him.

It is something Miguel can't control. Ever since Gabriella died, Miguel had closed off almost everyone in order to protect himself from losing more loved ones. It changed when he met you. You had slowly but surely began to tear down his walls, and encourage him to fight his fears.

His fears continues to stay in him, but you are always there to assure and remind him that you and the baby will be with him for a very, very long time.

After he has gotten over his initial worries and fears, Miguel will be celebrating the news with you. It could be going to your favourite restaurant for dinner or even something as simple as going to the park for a walk and get ice cream. It didn't matter how they celebrate it as long as his beautiful baby mama is happy.

Miguel is the type of person who reads every pregnancy book he can get his hands on. He'll also be taking notes of every word the doctor says during your pregnancy and Miguel will be the one to ask the doctor lots of questions in each appointment. The doctor might think you love to chat and talk about the baby but boy, Miguel could be bringing a whole damn book filled with questions about the baby and your pregnancy, and that wouldn't even be enough to stop him from asking. Miguel is actually tempted to get a personal doctor for you. The guy is filthy rich after all, but you protested against the idea and he decided not to. Of course, he'll secretly have a personal doctor in his contacts and if you ever found out about it, he'll just say it's a precaution.

Speaking of being filthy rich, when it comes to buying things for you and the baby, there is no budget. Before you were pregnant, you still somehow managed to convince him to give a limit when it comes to spending his money, but after he finds out you're pregnant? Yeah no, Miguel will be spending a shit ton of money because it's the love of his life and the mother of his child we're talking about here! He's not paying attention to the price tags, just paying attention to the quality because Miguel only wants the best of the best for his family.

One of the things Miguel knows is really important is quality time and throughout your pregnancy, he tries to be less at work. Miguel can't be out of work completely since the multi-verse needs him, but he can find people to cover his work while he's away to spend time with you.

Miguel is overprotective of you. He has always been protective and perhaps a tad possessive before, especially when there are other guys around, but he is much more protective when you're pregnant. Miguel knows you're not fragile. Hell, he worked with Jessica while she was heavily pregnant and she could have still easily beaten his ass. But there's this instinct that keeps on urging him to just be on guard all the time and because of it, Miguel is always on guard, unless you two are at home alone together.

Miguel adores your growing baby bump. It could still be a small one and Miguel would already be in love with it. He is always touching your stomach, either caressing it gently or leaving several kisses, and this continues on as it grows over time. Miguel's eyes will shine brightly whenever he feels the baby kick.

With that being said, every wish you make is Miguel's command. He will do anything and everything to make you as comfortable and relaxed as you can be. Swollen feets? Miguel's there to massage them. Late night cravings? Miguel's already on the way to the grocery store to buy the ingredients. Suddenly bursting into tears because of your hormones? Miguel's immediately there to comfort you.

Miguel doesn't usually like to take pictures but he tries to take some pictures of you throughout your pregnancy and put them all in a single photo album. He'll also put in the pictures that he had kept of each ultrasound appointment into the album. He does this so that one day when the baby is finally born and has grown much older, Miguel wants to be able to remember all the times of your pregnancy. The photo album is definitely one of his most cherished things and he'll be adding more pictures to it once the baby is born.

Overall, Miguel will be a little scared at first but he will always be very supportive of you throughout your pregnancy and try to be the best partner he can be to you and be the best father to your baby.

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[ecneremili]

The One With The Proposal

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), slight BDSM (use of cuffs), delayed orgasm, P in V sex, unprotected sex (people pls be safe), creampie, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Well... Okay. There's a few things you need to know about this piece of work you're about to read. This is actually a part of my series that I'm writing on Wattpad. I will put the link below in case you want to read the whole thing. It's not finished, I'm still writing it. This chapter, however, can be a standalone and can be viewed as a one-shot, so I decided to post it here, too. I wish you an enjoyable reading. Oh, and this is not read through, so if you find some mistakes, pretend that you didn't.

Wattpad acc link: here

Spencer Reid. A man known for several things. His knowledge. A brilliant man, whom the FBI owes many thanks. Uncountable cases that he helped solve that would probably stay unsolved without him. His blabbering. He had a whole paragraph ready to shout out on anything you say. The sky? Fun fact... The book you're looking at? Fun fact, the author actually... A specific person who's dead or alive or never surfaced for something they did? Fun fact about them...

You will never see him wear anything outside of professional clothes. Comfortable professional clothes. Sweaters, cardigans. He sometimes reminds me of older women who wrap themselves in their cardigans. You will never hear him swear. Not in public, anyway. The most he said once was goddamn it. The entire team was left in shock. Penelope was even scared of him that day.

He will stutter in conversations and situations that make him even slightly uncomfortable. He has a germ thing. He never shakes hands or hugs with random people. He makes contact with his friends, me, and some close people like his mother, Diane.

Now put all that into an image and try to picture that man. A shy, uncomfortable, boyish man. Stuck reading books when he has free time. No, no. He cancels plans to stay indoors and read books. Even re-read them.

That same man proposed to me half an hour ago. It was small, intimate, and sentimental. We walked by the restaurant where we confessed we loved each other. He let my hand go and I took a few steps ahead. When I turned back, he was down on one knee and held a small box in his hands.

I said yes.

I said yes more than once.

He was the sweetest man. He was mine. I loved to be loved by him. Delicate, heartwarming, caring and sweet. The man I just described above.

That same man was driving us home at the moment, his dick hard, bulging in his pants, one hand or the wheel, the other deep in my cunt while curving his knuckles at a new angle as he fucked me.

Every person has two sides.

And boy, oh boy, did I love his other side.

Everything anyone knew about Spencer, they would say he would be a sweet, whiney, submissive man during intimacy. I beg to differ.

His fingers twirling inside me, I huff as I refuse to moan just yet. I hated the way he could make me fold so, so easily. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. My mouth is open and I can't hold in pleads from him. His fingers are long. I love his fingers. But his cock is bigger.

He pulls into our parking space and he removes his hand from under my dress. He walks out and comes around to open my door. I begin to come out when he stops me, picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I yelp, feeling almost powerless. He slams the door and locks the car and continues to carry me up almost three flights of stairs. The apartment door flies open before we go in. He closes it with his leg and heads directly to our bedroom.

I can't help but blush. I felt like a tiny girl. How disgusting that the tiny girl imagined all the things he would do to her in a few moments. He slides me down and steps back to look at me. His eyes scan me, from the smallest hair on the top of my head all the way down to my toes. There's a devilish desire in his eyes, his mouth parted ever so slightly. His eyes come back to mine and he, almost growling, says, "I kneeled for you, now go ahead and kneel for me."

Tingles run down my entire body. I don't hesitate to obligate his request. Not a request. He demanded. And I wasn't going to defy this. I wasn't going to defy him. Not breaking eye contact, I slide down on my knees, perfectly aligned with his belt. I look ahead, seeing him painfully hard in his pants. I slide my hands up his legs and start undoing his pants. Every clank makes me tingle between my legs.

There was a specific time when a powerful, strong and independent woman only wants, no, only needs to be told what to do. I raised myself from nothing. No one helped me. I could only thank myself for everything I have accomplished in my life. I would listen to no man. No man had the power over me. No man could take nothing from me. Except him. He had all of me wrapped around his little finger.

And I didn't mind.

Being submissive to someone means so much more then people think. It means trust. It means love. Truth be told, not every submissive person tends to be like that in everyday life. Don't get me wrong, I know what comes to mind when you think of someone like that. Porn taught us so wrongly. And this? This was so much more intimate then just porn. This was desire, lust, and pure neediness.

After undoing his belt, I pulled down his pants, tugging his underwear to, removing them to. I would skip everything just to feel him. Being released from his clothes was hitting him sweetly as he took a sharp breath when my eyes fell to his dick.

I look up, almost lustful, maybe waiting for him to tell me to touch him, maybe even to beg me, a whole 180 to what I just described myself as. His eyes were dark and watching me from a high. He simply smirked, almost reading my mind and what was going through it.

"Go on," he half whispered, voice deep just like the darkness around us, "be the slut the outside world has no idea you are."

And that was all it took. My hand takes his base before I stick out my tongue and slide it up his entire length. There was a lot of length. He inhales, pushing a groan down his throat at the first touch I plant on him.

This was going to be a long night.

The kiss I leave at his tip as I start stroking him with my hand sends his head falling back. The motion pushes his curls off of his forehead. I loved when his hair fell on his face. It made him look messy. It made him look more flustered. And the image of him like that made me throb between my legs.

After enough slow-play, I stick out my tongue and take him in my mouth, slowly, reaching as far as I could before I feel him touch my throat. He feels he reached far and he groans. The funny thing is I had taken only half of him. He looks down again, his hairs flying back to his face. His fingers twist around in my hair and tug slightly, almost like he was checking the grip he had on my head.

But I soon found out it wasn't the grip why I thought he wanted it. He held my head in place as he started to rock back and forth. He was using me. Using my mouth to be precise. And he started fucking it. At first it was slow, almost shallow thrusts, reaching where he first did. But as time passed, he became more fierce. He started going deeper, hitting the back of my throat with more force making me gag. My eyes started to water as I had no control over anything. His hand held my head in place as he now almost pounded into my mouth.

As he continued, I could feel him twitch on the top of my mouth. And so did I. I felt my panties dampen with every second that passed. I was horny because my boyfriend, my fiancé, was fucking my throat like it was just something for him to use.

Muffled moans and occasional groans escaped his mouth. He was about to finish. I could easily tell by the increased speed of his thrusts and their force. Finally, he pushed himself almost the whole way, deep into my throat and let himself release there. I gagged pretty hard, trying to keep him down and not throw out his cum.

He pulled himself out and let go of his grip on my hair. His hand slid from behind to my chin and he lifted my face up. He was taking deep and long breaths, his chest falling and rising every time. His eyes scanned me, a fucked mouth, watery eyes and bright red cheeks. Must have been quite a sight.

"Swallow, baby." he said and left his mouth slightly opened, watching as the small bulb went down my throat and he smiled in satisfaction. "Good girl. Your turn."

He bent down and picked me up to carry me to the bed. Back facing the mattress, he climbed on top and roughly kissed me. I loved when he did that. After what I just did, he didn't hesitate to kiss me. He didn't get disgusted to do so. His fingers hooked around the hem of my dress and he pulled it off in one quick motion. I was left in my bra and panties that were already soaking wet. Every time he saw me like that, dressed but not dressed, I'd get shy.

I never liked my body. And yet he worshipped it.

"God, you're so gorgeous." he hovered over me, his eyes trailing over every inch of my body. I shivered from his words that sounded like a prayer. It was half whispers. Like he was afraid that if someone heard what he had, it would be stolen from him.

His lips come down and start kissing my neck, my weak spot. Just the warmth of his kiss makes me moan, eager for more as I buck my hips up towards him. I feel that I caress his cock against my thigh, and as soon as he feels it, he pushes my hips down with his hands.

"Needy, are we?" he chuckles against my skin as he now slowly moves lower and leaves a trail of kisses at my collarbone.

"I hate when you do this." I whine, my fingers roaming through his hair.

"You hate when I kiss you?" he says between kisses, one on my shoulder, one at the base of my neck, one directly in between my breasts.

"No, I-" my words get interrupted when I moan. I feel him smile when he hears me. "I hate when you make me wait. You tease. Every time." I take a deep breath in between every sentence to take in his kisses. As much as I did hate the delay of the actual sex, I loved feeling him everywhere. I didn't know what I wanted more.

He continues kissing, his lips reaching my stomach and he stops. I look down to see him slightly smirking as he is settled just between my legs. I feel shivers. He lets go of my hips and slowly pulls down my panties, sliding his fingers down along my legs in the process. He is continuing to tease me with every touch he leaves on my body.

When I finally think that he is going to stick his tongue at my cunt, I am yet again met with disappointment. He comes over me and trails his hands, slowly, around my back as he keeps looking me in the eyes to catch every whiney face I make as I plead him to fuck me already using no words. But he knows. Oh, he knows that's what I'm asking of him.

He unhooks my bra and I am completely naked. His shirt comes off as he makes us even. Again, I hope that he will now go down. It doesn't have to be his mouth, I'll be happy if he would just stick his fucking fingers into my pussy and rummage through it. But, no. He bends down and kisses my breasts, moving from one to the other. Kissing it, sucking on the nipples, squeezing them with his hands.

If he was kissing and/or sucking the right he would be squeezing the left. There was no space left for me to catch a breath. Then, he bit down on one, just enough to make me squeal. He chuckled with my tit in his mouth. I had enough. I gripped his hair and pulled him up to my face.

"What do you fucking want from me?" I say with a whiney voice. I sounded desperate. I hated it. I loved it, too.

His face had a drunk smile across it. He was enjoying this. My torture was satisfaction for him. Fucking great. "I want you to beg." he said through a whisper. His head was tilted back as I was pulling his hair.

I hated to beg him. Especially to do what I wanted. I knew he knows what I want, but he loves when he makes me break and I have nothing left but to fucking beg him to do the most unholy things to me.

I roll my eyes. "No." I simply say.

He smirks and bucks his hips so his dick slides over my dripping cunt. My entire body arches and he smiles again. "Beg, my love. Use that mouth for something else then a place for me to dump my cum."

That mother fucker. "You assh-" he bucks his hips again and breaks me mid-sentence. I growl at him.

"I don't think that's how begging works. C'mon. Beg me to fuck you. I know you want to."

It was weird hearing him swear. Not just swear, but use vulgar words in general. I used them everyday. It was like saying 'hi' to someone. But Spencer? Noup.

I gave up. I close my eyes and just make peace with my fate. "Please, Spencer."

He bends down and kisses my lips. "You have to be specific, my love. What do you want from me?"

I'm boiling at this point. Do I have a choice? If I want to be fucked, not really. "I want you to fuck me, please me, make me cum. I'm fucking tired of being teased." I practically cry out the last part.

He smirks and I let go of my grip on his hair. He doesn't move, he is still looking me directly in the eyes as he slides one hand down and caresses my inner thigh. He goes over my cunt with his entire hand and I loudly gasp. He watches, enjoys the reactions he gets as he touches me. He brings his hand up and licks his two fingers and then slides them down again.

Baby, you don't need no more moisture, I'm wet enough.

His hand finally connects to my core and he starts making circles around my clit. My body erupts. I no longer have control over my reactions. My eyebrows furrow, my mouth is wide open and it's letting out moans, whines, sounds I didn't even know I could make. And he simply watches. From time to time he would bend down and kiss my neck, maybe even bite down on it, making me buck my entire body up.

"God, you're so fucking wet." he says and starts rubbing up and down my entrance. "You're so pretty. My pretty girl."

I'm melting. Melting into his sinister hands that are touching me in the most horrid ways. And I wouldn't stop him even in a million fucking years.

He slides the fingers in, gently, slowly, caringly. I let out a loud moan, slapping my mouth after I do. Just as I did, his other hand takes my wrist and pulls it off. Holding it, he collects my other hand and pins both of them above my head. "Why would you do that?" he asks. But I don't answer, it's a rhetorical question. "You sound so beautiful when you moan for me. You sound so pretty."

His knuckles are now buried deep inside my pussy and he starts to pump them in and out. When he slides them back in, his thumb hits my clit and he curls his fingers inside just enough to hit that little spot. Every movement he made was followed by that wet sound. I just knew his fingers were drowning in my arousal, and I just knew he was so eager to put his cock inside there too.

He kisses my jaw, my neck, my cheeks. He is enjoying this. Pleasuring someone you truly love is pleasure to you as well. His other hand in on my thigh, pulling it away so he has better access and can slide in deeper then he usually could. In between my own sounds, I can hear him groan whenever I jerk my hips upward and slightly stoke him against my leg.

I want more. Now, I'm just desperate because I don't want to finish now. I want to cum over his cock while he is buried all the way inside. I want him to see that little blub in my stomach appear and disappear as he fucks me.

Like on cue, as if he heard me, he pulls his hand away and climbs the bed again. Pushing my legs fully apart, he aligns himself at my entrance. He pushes, but purposefully jerks himself up so he slides against my clit. I see him place himself on my abdomen as if he is looking how far he goes when he's inside.

"Look at how deep I can bury myself in you, love." he admires and glides his fingers over my skin. He pulls back and leans over to the drawer next to our bed. For a moment he rummages through it. "Shit."

I look over, trying to figure out what was going on. "What is it?"

He pauses and looks at me. "We don't have any condoms."

Well shit.

But I put on my big girl face. "And?"

He looks slightly surprised by my reaction. "No protection?"

I shrug. "What's the worst that can happen?" I smirk, moving myself lower on the bed and connecting myself with him. He really was hard.

He says nothing and just enters. He pushes in with quite a bit of force. I let out a quiet scream at his motion. I still needed time to adjust to his length. But he didn't care. He was already in full force, starting to pick up the pace of his thrusts. His hands go down and wrap around my hips and he uses them to pull me on himself as he continues to pound me.

The room is filled with my whines and moans, the sounds of our hips connecting and slamming against each other, and his groans. I love when he groans. I know he feels good. I make him feel good.

"You're so tight. It's so warm inside." he says through rough groans.

His fingers are diving inside the skin of my hips. I feel pain as he squeezes them. I push the feeling away, I even don't have to. The feeling of his dick hitting my deepest point is strong enough to push it away almost instantly.

The repetitive slamming into me lures my finish to approach. It's forming in my gut and I feel it slowly coming as he continues fucking me mercilessly, rough and fast thrusts.

"I'm gonna cum- Oh, God, Spence." I saw, although I'm not sure how I managed to.

Just as I said that, I felt my climax get at its highest point, and I was about to finish-

He pulls out.

What the fuck?!

"Wha- what are you doing?" I stutter, the high still in the air but it's fading away.

He looks down and has a wicked smile on his face. His cheeks are deep red and his hair is damp from his sweat. "I'm not done with you. Turn around."

I'm mad. Furious. I want to defy him so badly, I want to say 'no', maybe even flip him off. But I want to finish. I was just about to. So I do as I'm told. I prompt myself up and turn around and stand on all fours on the bed. Might I add that this is my favorite position.

I expect him to align himself again and continue to thrust like he did, but he gets off the bed and walks over to the corner of the room. The corner where he keeps his bag for work. I hear a clank before he walks back behind me. He places his hand on my upper back and slightly pushes, indicating for me to lower myself even more. My face and chest lay on the mattress. My ass is now the only thing in the air.

This position gives him more access. I am ready for it to hurt before I can adjust myself to his length again at this angle. Yet again, I don't get what I'm expecting. He takes my wrist and places it behind my back, then the other and connects it with my other one. I hear that clank again. He takes one of my wrists again and puts the metal around it.

It's his fucking cuffs.

He puts his cuffs on and thugs on the chain between them to pull my arms back. He pulls so much that I have to lift myself slightly off the bed. I tremble. Out of excitement. Our of slight fear. Out of horniness, simply.

I feel him bend down and kiss my back. He knows I love that. It feels very intimate to me. He kisses down my spine and then slaps my ass. I yelp, not just by the sudden contact, but also because he slapped it pretty hardly. Not enough to leave a bruise, but it will definitely go red in a few seconds.

"You ready?"

There are certain points in our sex life when he asks, or even simply warns to hold on tight to anything. Since I was obviously restrained, he's asking. That is enough to know this was going to be really good.

"Yeah." I whisper, my face buried back into our bed.

"You know I love you, right?" he whispers again and pushes his tip into my cunt.

My breath trembles since I was still sensitive from the high I missed a few minutes ago. "I know."

"Good. Because for the next few minutes it might not look like I do."

He didn't give me time to respond. He slammed himself inside, making me scream out. This was enough for the neighbors to hear. He started thrusting. I still wasn't adjusted to this position, and his cock was hitting from a new angle that allowed much better access. I felt pain. But, God, was it good. My eyes started watering from the pain as I couldn't take it. I prayed that my pussy would stretch just slightly so I could take him a bit easier.

After a short while, I did. The slight pain was still there. It couldn't really go away from the force he was driving himself in. And then it happened. He slapped my ass again. It was a strong slap. His hand was big enough to cover my entire cheek. I yelp at the sudden pain.

As he continues to thrust, I feel him occasionally twitch. That can mean only one thing. He is about to cum again. Just when I realize that, he speeds up. He pulls on the cuffs and makes me get up from the bed. He's pulling hard enough to hold me in the air.

He hits again, going back to squeeze after. I feel the slight burn of his slaps. Another one connects to my skin and with it I feel that high again. I don't want it to escape again, so I bend slightly so he feels me letting him slide even deeper.

Spencer quickly realizes what I'm trying to tell him, but there's not much left before I feel him hammer himself once, then again, just as I feel my climax release. I scream out, and I feel him empty himself inside.

It takes him a few seconds to calm down before he lets me fall down on the bed again. I'm a fucking mess. He takes off the cuffs and places my hands on my sides before he bends down and removes my hair from the back of my neck and kisses in that spot.

"My perfect girl." he cooed. "You're so fucking special."

I breathe deeply. "Well..." I begin as he lays down next to me. "That was fun." I feel his cum drip down out of my cunt.

He chortles. "That's one way to put it."

I was about to marry this man. I loved every inch of him. Every version there was of him. There was nothing that could take that away from me.

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[floralcyanide]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴅ — ᴄᴀʟʟᴜᴍ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ

callum turner x fem!reader (nsfw)

In which a chance reconnection with your ex, Callum Turner, brings you to his hotel room- and he talks you through more than just your breakup.

✣ warnings: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, language, female anatomy described, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, mutual orgasm, love confessions

✣ word count: 2.7k

✣ author’s note: I wrote half of this weeks ago and just finished it. hope ya'll enjoy ((:

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

based on this song | the death of peace of mind - bad omens

The last thing on your mind today was running into your ex, Callum Turner, yet here you are. 

He’s sitting adjacent to you in the script reading session for your new movie- and you had no idea of the cast until today, so seeing him was an absolute surprise. You try your best to remain neutral and keep yourself from looking at him, but you find yourself glancing up at him frequently. He looks great, of course, which makes it hard not to stare. You remind yourself Callum is an ex for a reason and focus on your turns to read the script. Callum had broken up with you because he had found himself unsure of his feelings and hadn’t elaborated further on it before leaving. So, you have struggled for a while with self-confidence and identity. It’s not entirely his fault, but not knowing how he felt for you during your relationship did something to you emotionally and mentally. 

When the reading concluded, you tried your best to make a clean getaway, but Callum’s long strides and quick maneuvering skills got him to you in the hallway in record time. A gentle hand is placed on your shoulder in the sea of cast and crew exiting.

“Long time no see,” Callum flashes his brilliant smile at you once you turn to face him.

“Yeah,” you half-smile, “Sure has.”

Callum stares intently into your eyes for a few seconds longer than usual before he notices he hasn’t responded. He visibly shakes his head out of his mess of thoughts, “How have you been?”

“Could be better,” you shrug, “But I’ll be fine, always am.”

You keep your answers brief, with as little to go on as possible. 

“Would you like to meet at my hotel for coffee later? There’s a cafe in the lobby that’s pretty good,” Callum scratches the back of his neck, “I just need to talk to you about something and would rather do it somewhere other than the corridor,” he laughs nervously.

“Oh,” you purse your lips, momentarily looking down at your feet before answering, “I don’t know, Callum. Is it really a good idea for us to talk outside the set?”

Callum clears his throat, “Well. I was hoping to talk to you about that, actually. See, I didn’t tell you everything when we broke up about how I felt, and I think you deserve to know, ‘s all.”

You sigh, “I suppose knowing wouldn’t hurt, even though it’s been a year already. Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”

“I was afraid,” Callum admits, “I thought you hated me.”

You frown, “I don’t hate you, Callum. I promise.”

Callum brightens, “So you’ll meet me at the coffee shop? Tomorrow, maybe? Ten in the morning?”

“Fine,” you agree, “Tomorrow it is.”

Callum gives you the hotel’s address and leaves you in the hallway, turning as he walks away to wave goodbye.

You’re laying in bed that night staring at the ceiling. You still love Callum; don’t get yourself wrong. But if he didn’t feel the same, why entertain it? Besides, it seemed like he never really felt that way for you, and that’s why he dipped last year. At the same time, however, you don’t know that for sure because Callum didn’t tell you much. You guess you’ll find out more tomorrow. You roll over and will yourself to sleep.

You definitely need the caffeine upon waking the following day from tossing and turning all night. You get ready and take a cab from your apartment to the hotel Callum is staying at, nervous the entire ride there. When you arrive at the cafe, Callum is sitting on a couch by the window, aimlessly scrolling through his phone, waiting for you. He hopes you come and don’t change your mind.

“You made it!” Callum grins as you walk in, and he stands up to greet you with a kiss on the cheek. 

Your entire body burns at the contact, but you try your best to push your feelings aside, “Of course I did.”

The two of you order and return to the couch, where you hesitantly sit beside Callum, his thigh touching yours. You find it familiar and comforting but, at the same time, very nerve-wracking. 

“So,” Callum turns to face you, “Do you mind me explaining everything? I promise you don’t owe me your time; I just feel you deserve to know why I left.”

“I don’t mind,” you say honestly, “In fact, I’d feel better hearing it.”

“Alright,” Callum nods, “To be honest, I was scared. I had feelings for you I had never felt for anyone before, and I didn’t know how to handle them.”

You focus on Callum’s words, carefully turning them over in your head, “I understand.”

“I loved you, you know,” Callum rubs his palms on his thighs, a nervous laugh leaving his lips, “And I fucked it up.”

You stare at him wordlessly, unsure of how to respond.

“Still do, actually. Love you.”

Your ears begin to ring, and you almost don’t hear your names being called for your coffee orders until Callum stands up and walks over to retrieve them. He loved you? Still loves you, rather? Your facial expression- one of shock- is still apparent when Callum sits back down next to you and offers you your drink.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “I just didn’t expect that.”

“You don’t have to return those feelings, by the way. I just needed to tell you that’s how I felt then and still feel now.”

“Despite leaving me a little lost a year ago, a part of me still loves you too, Cal. But I don’t know what to do with that.”

“It’s up to you, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything if that’s what you wish.”

“How do I know you really love me?” you blurt, shocking yourself with your words.

Callum puts a hand on your knee, “You can trust me, or I can prove it to you.”

Clutching your untouched drink in your hand, you wonder what he could mean by that.

“Prove it how?”

“You know a thing or two about that, I think,” Callum says suggestively, and your body burns like fire again.

You scoff, “I do. But how do I know you won’t just up and leave again after? Hmm?”

“I won’t,” Callum grabs your unoccupied hand, “I won’t this time, I promise. I don’t think I could leave you again.”

“Okay, then,” you admit defeat, “Show me just how much you really love me, Mr. Turner.”

Callum leads you to the elevator, where he presses the floor button and stands beside you, eyeing you up and down. When the doors close, he pulls you to his side as he finishes his coffee. You rest your head on his arm, sipping your own drink. Callum’s hand grips your waist, his touch hot even through your clothes. You're nearly shaking with nerves when you reach the top floor. The two of you had your go-arounds while together, of course. But it was never anything emotionally charged. You’re hoping Callum really does show you how much he loves you this time and doesn’t leave you hanging. He lets you follow him to his room, where he fumbles to unlock the door with his phone. Callum heads to the windows to close the drapes, his back muscles rippling under his shirt, much to your delight. He turns around and catches your gaze, maintaining eye contact with you as he returns to where you stand. Callum wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you to him after you sit your coffee down. He is taller than you, so you have to look up at him when standing so close. A closed-lip smile spreads on his face as he takes in your features. Callum pushes a stray strand of hair out of your face before leaning in.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his lips barely brushing against yours.

“Yes,” you whisper, “I do want this. Prove it to me.”

Callum captures your lips with his finally, and everything negative you felt about your relationship falls away. The comfort you’ve always found in him flows back into you as he guides his tongue along your bottom lip. Callum’s hands find your hair, where they tangle themselves in your locks for leverage. You allow him to explore your mouth softly as if it was his first time in uncharted territory. Your arms are around him, and your palms are settled on his back as he slowly moves the two of you over to the giant bed in the middle of the suite. You sit on the edge of it as Callum pulls his shirt off. He’s a little more muscular than the last time you saw him. You drink in his broad shoulders and toned chest, his thick biceps resting by your head as his fists dig into the mattress on either side of your legs. Callum is leaning over you, his demeanor shifting to something more dominant. He kisses you again before his hand moves to your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“Go lay on the pillows and get ready for me.”

A surge of excitement rushes through your veins as you nod, moving backward to where the pillows sit at the top of the bed. You peel off your shirt and jeans, kicking them off the side of the bed onto the floor where your shoes are haphazardly lying. Callum climbs over you, taking in the sight of you. He lays beside you, patting his spread, underwear-clad thighs for you to sit. You oblige, his chest pressed to your back as you relax into his embrace. Callum’s large hands rub over your hips and legs, his skin hot against yours. He buries his nose into your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder and up your throat. Callum then lightly traces your jaw with his tongue before he reaches your ear, nibbling the shell of it. His hands travel from your thighs to your hips, all the way up your sides, until they reach your covered breasts. He squeezes them as he sucks a mark behind your ear, out of sight. You squirm lightly in his lap, inhaling sharply through your nose at the feeling of his teeth on your sensitive skin. Moving your hair out of the way from your ears, Callum continues his assault of bites on the back of your neck as his fingers slip underneath the cups of your bra. You hum as his fingers toy with your nipples, your head tossed back against his shoulder as he does so. This gives him more access to your neck, where he leaves open-mouthed kisses on the skin there. You feel him grow hard against your tailbone as he twists and rubs your sensitive nubs, eliciting moans from you.

“I miss the way you say my name,” Callum whispers in your ear, letting one of his hands travel back down to your stomach, where he slips a hand beneath the band of your underwear, “Say it.”

“Callum,” you gasp as his fingers ghost your heat, lightly brushing against your clit.

“Just like that, doll,” Callum grins into your shoulder, where his lips press to your skin.

He helps you out of your underwear, pulling it down your legs until you’re able to kick them off. Callum tosses one of your legs over his thigh, giving him easier access to you. You reach behind your back to unhook your bra, throwing it off the side of the bed.

“Kind of unfair that I’m the only naked one,” you frown.

“Be patient, I want to play with you first,” Callum kisses your cheek.

He prods your lips open with two of his fingers, allowing you to suck them in. You lave your tongue around them, coating them with your spit enough for Callum to be satisfied, “Good girl,” he coos.

He then gently circles your clit with his two slicked fingers, and your hips buck involuntarily. He uses his other arm to press you firmly against him. Callum continues to play with the bundle of nerves before letting a finger test your entrance to gauge how wet you’ve become. He’s able to slip a finger inside without struggle, curling it against the familiar spot that makes you groan. As he adds another finger, you grip Callum’s arm as his fingertips massage your g spot. 

“Callum, please,” you whine.

“Please, what?” Callum feels himself getting painfully harder against your back at the sounds you’re making, “Gotta use your words.”

“Show me how much you love me,” you beg, “Fuck me already.”

“Impatient, are we?” Callum smirks before removing his fingers from you and putting them in his mouth this time, relishing the wetness of your cunt, “God, the way you taste,” he moans.

Callum moves you over and off his lap so he can remove his pants and underwear before hovering over you. He braces himself on his arms on either side of your head, bringing his face to yours, “Are you sure you want this?” he asks again.

“Yes,” you say, grabbing his face and looking him in the eye, “I want this.”

“Not that your begging wasn’t enough; I just needed to hear you say it,” he jokes, lining himself up to your entrance.

You playfully smack his chest before digging your nails into it as he pushes inside you slowly. You wrap an arm around his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair. Callum fully seats himself inside you, his forehead pressed to yours. You wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Callum focuses on breathing properly, as your clenching around him makes it hard not to pound you into the mattress. You wiggle your hips a little, letting him know he could move. Callum holds your hips up, moving your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle. He pulls out just enough to thrust back in, gaining a steady rhythm. The noises you let out just urge Callum to go faster and harder as he kisses along your thighs.

“I love you,” Callum says, biting down on your thigh and causing you to yelp, which makes him grin.

“I love you too,” you say breathlessly, your hands gripping his biceps for leverage.

“Do you believe me when I say it now?” Callum bites his lip, feeling your walls clenching harder around him.

You’re close, and he can feel it. He reaches between your bodies and presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles against it.

“Yes,” you say, almost illegible, “Fuck, I believe you, Cal.”

“Good,” he pants, sweat beading on his forehead.

Your fingernails dig into his muscles as you feel yourself about to let go, your stomach tightening into a knot. Callum feels his orgasm creeping up as he snaps his hips faster against your ass, his grip on your thighs almost bruising. Your orgasm hits suddenly, like a tsunami of pleasure taking over your senses. Your body shakes as Callum’s own climax surges through him, your convulsing cunt milking his cock. You’re both gasping for air as Callum lets your back fall against the bed as he pulls out, collapsing next to you. 

“That was…”

“Amazing?” Callum turns his head to look at you, 

“Yeah,” you’re quick to pull the duvet over you as your sweat cools on your skin, “Better than any time before, honestly.”

“Agreed,” Callum puts an arm behind his head to rest on, “I’m still sorry for not telling you how I felt. I didn’t really know what it was at the time.”

“It’s okay now, Cal,” you roll over on your side, putting a hand on his chest, “You don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

Callum kisses the top of your head, “Okay. I won’t.”

The next day, when the script is read over again, tensions are definitely not as high. You don’t struggle as much with your lines, and being around Callum is easier. You’re glad it all worked out; maybe this time, it’ll last without confusion.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner x reader smut #callum turner smut #callum turner fanfic #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner fic #callum turner imagine #floralcyanide writes

[sc0tters]

Lover Boy | Ethan Edwards

summary: after a stressful day Ethan has the perfect way of coming to the rescue and giving you a moment to relax.

song: Lover - Taylor Swift

request: yes/no

warnings: none

word count: 650

authors note: when I say that I had no clue how to write this, I had NO clue. Like not a single thought went through my mind. I won’t lie, this is shit but it’s here and even the poorly written ones deserve love. If you want to see the celly that this was apart of you can view the playlist here!

Pure bliss was how you described your relationship.

Ethan and you had been dating since the summer before senior year and after being best friends you two only grew closer when you both moved to the University of Michigan.

It was almost written in the stars how much you two were destined to be together. Out of all of the universities you apply to umich was the only one you wanted to actually go to and it was after you got your acceptance letter that Ethan joined the wolverines for hockey.

As a couple you always found a way to have your schedules merge for you two to see each other. But this week it was feeling a bit rough for your relationship with how stressed you had been.

Ethan rocked up to your room as it was late after a night time training session and he was surprised to see that you were still awake “what have you been up to?” He asked as he saw the scattered papers on your floor and your guitar that was on your bed. It had been a long week of near nonstop work for the music course that you were in.

The boy ultimately came to check up on you but he wasn’t going to tell you that “just been working,” you explained as you let out a sigh.

Your hands were sore from the amount of times you had strung the strings on your guitar “I should get back to it,” you added as you knew that you were only going to get less time with more work to do.

It caused Ethan to scoff “you can take a five minute break,” he pointed out as he ran his finger over the callouses that were on your fingertips as you had over played your guitar.

Complaints from you fell on deaf ears as the hockey player stood up “just hear me out on this baby.” He spoke softly as he held his hand out to you.

You gave him a testing look “not taking no for an answer.” The boy added causing you to finally listen to him.

His hand grabbed yours as he begun to play your favourite song on his phone. When the Lover album was released you dragged Ethan into your car as you drove around your home town letting you two listen and as you stopped at your favourite place in Edmonton Lover the song began to play. It sure sounded cheesy but Ethan realised that he loved you as you hummed along to the song letting yourself squeal as you gushed about how cute Taylor’s relationship was with her boyfriend.

So as Ethan held you as you two slowly danced around your messy dorm it helped you feel at ease. It was hard not to as you only had the space to look at the boy who filled your heart with love.

The hockey player let his hands go to your hips as you two just swayed along to the beat of the song.

This moment reminded you of all of the reasons why you loved your boyfriend, he had the ability to make your shitty days feel bearable.

Ethan smiled as he could see that you were thinking about something “what’s on your mind pretty girl?” He asked as he cocked his head.

You cracked a grin “how much I love you,” you mumbled as you leaned up to kiss him. It was comforting as he dropped his head to kiss you back.

The boy should have been embarrassed with how he felt like a school boy when you said that “well it’s a good thing I love you too.” He smiled as he pecked your lips once more as the song changed to the next one on the playlist that you two had.

This was the best break you could have asked for.

#ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine #ethan edwards #ethan edwards blurb #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #ambers 150 celly #imagines #oneshots #umich blurbs #umich hockey #umich x reader #amber writes blurbs

[aleksanderscult]

Since we have officially entered the Aries' season I thought I should honor the fact that it's the Darkling's birthday! 🎉🎊

(No, we don't know his exact birthdate but we know he's an Aries. Anyways)

To celebrate it let's remember some facts about him.

Even though he was a Shadow Summoner, he loved bright colors. Blue, red, purple but most of all the color of sunlight.

Since we mentioned that he was a Shadow Summoner, isn't it endearing and ironic how he feared the dark when he was a child?

Once he didn't sleep for two nights because his mother had left him in a tent without a lantern.

He loved sweets! Cakes, pies etc. but his two favorites were a cake with cherries and sweet cream from Kerch and candies coated in sesame from Shu.

He had trouble mastering his powers as a child. He felt embarrassed for the fact that he couldn't make the Cut at the age of 13.

He could play the violin. 🎻

He was really intelligent from a very young age. Until the age of 13 he could speak three languages fluently and could read people and their behavior like an open book.

He was awkward and felt uneasy around children his own age since Baghra always kept them on the move and insisted not to let anyone touch him or for him to get close to someone.

He never met his father although he kept asking about him to his mother and wanted to meet him. The only thing he (possibly) ever knew was that he was a Heartrender.

He loooved nature. The trees and forests. The smell of them. Especially the evergreen trees. He even decorated his room in the Little Palace with carvings of trees.

Oh and he loves animals too! In the "Demon in the Wood" he got excited in the thought that he would see white tigers for the first time and Leigh once mentioned that he's kind to animals (we even saw that in "The Tailor" when he took time out of his duties to visit his horses, pat them and whisper to them soothingly).

And he actually saw those white tigers eventually.

Apparently he has great good looks to the point that he attracts others (and especially girls) like magnet since forever.

And his life was full of sex so he was experienced with it (Alina, your opportunity to fuck around and find out was literally right there).

The author confirmed (in 2014-2015, years before even the show came out) that he indeed harbored strong feelings for Alina and believed that they were destined for a future together (my man was ready to buy IKEA furnitures for their future house😭😭).

He had many, many half-siblings (one of them was a mermaid) and throughout the centuries he sought them out, out of a need for kinship, companionship and a desire to not be alone (🥲🔫)

This one is especially sad. He wasn't conceived out of love.

On another note though, his smell has been described as the smell of winter, forests and of the night.

In a solar eclipse his powers wouldn't be affected.

He's the Grisha with the most aliases in the Grishaverse (that's what living in a persecuted environment as a child does to you).

It's confirmed by the author that he was created after fantastical villains that she used to love, so please let that rumor that he was inspired after her abusive ex finally rest for good.

He had indeed fallen in love many times in the past but he kept witnessing the people he loved die from their mortality. At some point he just gave up on love and became more and more closed off. (Let's talk about the break he never had💀)

We might not know which person was the first he ever fell in love with, but we know which was the last one: Alina.

Do you remember those countless letters Alina was sending to Mal in "Shadow and Bone"? Well, the Darkling not only kept them secretly but read ALL off them.

He has a throat-neck fetish. And it's probably canon. The way he kissed Alina's throat every chance he got, the way he once nipped it, the collar and how he was always touching it.

According to Leigh, he didn't start wanting to be King. But this ambition came eventually after deeming it the only way to change things.

Kaz has been described as more selfish than Aleksander.

Well most of them turned out to be sad and tragic but that's because he had a tragic life and he himself was a tragic character.

Happy birthday to one of the best and most iconic book characters ever created. 🎉🎊

#and today we have a solar eclipse 👀 #HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THAT LITTLE MEOW MEOW #I miss that fucker 🥹 #the darkling #pro darkling #aleksander morozova #pro aleksander morozova #darklina #pro darklina #alarkling #pro alarkling #grishaverse #shadow and bone #alina starkov #grishaverse trilogy

[lovingperfectionsblog]

For What It's Worth -Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Desperate Need For A Second, Secret Plan.

Max Verstappen x Reader

Chapter Summary: How you and Max met is discussed and Max goes off ag Daniel for hitting on the girl he loves. 

Warnings: Swearing. 

Word count: 2727

Authors note: Posting twice in 1 day? Look at me go!!!! So, I am not currently doing a taglist, because things are a little hectic at the moment but as soon as things even out, I promise I will be adding everyone who has asked to the taglist, but again, no taglist just yet for this series. Can't wait to hear what you all think of chapter 3 😀

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“Max, I know you aren’t one to focus on rumours,” Max couldn’t help the clench of his jaw in anticipation for what was to come, “but we see that your new assistant is the same girl that there has been quite a lot of talk about you dating.” Max could feel the anger rising in his blood, eyes boring into the interviewer. He had been explicit in his requests that you were to not be involved in interview questions. 

Ever since the two of you had started your friendship the media had been near bloodthirsty in their attempt to find out information about you and your relationship to Max and from the moment he started seeing the posts and articles that could only be described as disgusting about you, he made sure that he would do everything he possibly could to keep your name out o the media. It was one of Max’s non-negotiables. 

But here was this man, bringing you up anyway. Max immediately began turning to look for you. Partly to apologise for this and partly to calm down. He had hired you so he wouldn’t have to be away from you for too long, but one of the added benefits of having you as his assistant was the fact that no one seemed to calm him down the way you did. 

The second his eyes found yours, you were signalling that it was okay. This was your way of telling him that he could talk about you here. Suddenly he felt a new stress. What exactly does he say? How does he explain you? He couldn’t give them too much. The vultures would just end up ruining everything for him, but he couldn't give them too little or else they’d never stop badgering him. He had to be strategic. For his sake and yours. 

“Yeah, she’s actually my best friend.” Good, easy, neutral ground to start with. 

“RedBull let you hire your best friend?” the interviewer began to press for more. Max once again was looking to you, completely ignoring his PR manager next to you. Only worried about what you thought about this line of questioning. 

“She isn’t hired by RedBull. She’s my assistant. She’s hired by me.” Max didn’t miss you warning him to keep calm, his PR manager not even bothering while you were there. It was well known already that the only person Max listened to these days was you. 

“So how exactly did your best friend end up working for you?” A long time ago Max realised that the reason he hated talking about you in interviews, well, at least one of the reasons, was because he liked to keep you secret. Your friendship was something he didn’t want to taint with the outside world and this interview was slowly encroaching on Max getting angry territory. 

“Just tell the truth.” You mouthed to him before he took a deep breath and turned back to the interviewer. 

“So, we met in Monaco. She had recently moved over there and one evening when I had gone out for a jog, I ended up running into her, smashing an ice cream she was holding all down her top. Then after many choice words from her, she agreed to let me buy her a new one and I guess we just ended up becoming best friends from there.” You laughed as Max told the story, while although technically true, he gave a significantly more watered down version of your first meeting. 

It had been your first proper night in Monaco. You had finished unpacking your boxes and were somewhat settled, sitting in your home all alone and suddenly the full weight of having moved to a place like Monaco, all alone, had hit you and you just had to get out. So that’s exactly what you did. You had founded the nearest store you could get an ice cream and then decided to explore. You ambled along the boardwalk along the beach, it was quiet and secluded and  you were about to turn the corner when a body came crashing directly into you, smashing your ice cream between your chest and his, smearing it over the both of you. 

Despite how the stranger had grabbed you to stop you falling over and immediately began apologising, the look you had given him stopped any and all words in their tracks. Without another word between you, you scraped the smashed ice cream off your chest and proceeded to wipe it on the man in front of you, feeling that it was only fair. When he eventually asked you if you were okay, that’s when the previously mentioned choice words left your mouth. 

Max hadn’t really acknowledged it before, but this was the first time he started to fall for you. 

At the end of your monologue of insults, he introduced himself and offered to buy you a new ice cream and he didn’t miss the way you only said yes after he removed his ice cream and sweat stained shirt. So you and him got ice cream and he offered to get you a new shirt, which you declined, but took his hoodie instead and you had both spent the next couple of hours walking around, talking and building the foundations of a friendship Max didn’t realise he would eventually need to survive. He didn't realise a lot of things that evening. Especially the fact that he’d end up falling madly in love with the woman covered in ice cream., or that he’d eventually be sitting here, you in his eyeline, at the Grand Prix, laughing along to the same memory he was trying to downplay to the press. 

“After a while, I kind of realised that I didn’t want to be on the road without my best friend and she kind of hated her job, so I offered her a job as my assistant and now I get to spend all day, every day with my best friend.” PR was already well aware of the potential damage control they were going to have to do after this interview. Especially with how Max was looking at you now. They could already see the articles now and they could already hear Max shouting at, well, everyone, to get that off the media, but they couldn’t help but think that if Max maybe was just honest about your actual relationship to each other, then things might just be that much easier for, well, everyone. 

“No wonder the dating rumours are so rife for you two.” The laugh the interviewer barked out was short-lived as Max abruptly got up and left the shot, not willing to entertain a line of questioning that he was so adamantly against. Both you and his PR manager let out a sign before you were running after him as PR spoke to the interviewer. 

“Don’t start.” Max spat out as you fell in step with him. 

“Damn, I wish I knew what I did to make dating me such a bad rumour.” It was meant to be humour, it was meant to make Max laugh, and normally it would have, but with everything happening in the background, that was literally the last thing that Max wanted to hear, because dating you was his only life goal. It was you that didn’t want him. 

“I have to go talk to Daniel.” It was the last thing he said to you before he veered off towards the Alpha Tauri motorhome in search of the one person who actually knew what was going on, leaving you standing there alone, confused, hurt and suddenly very concerned he was going to tell Daniel all about your plan. And in feeling all of that, you panicked and ran after him, for the second time in less than 5 minutes. 

He stopped as he felt your grip on his arm, “you aren’t going to tell him right?” and suddenly his bad day just got a whole lot worse. He ripped his arm out of your grasp, neither of you willing to divert your gaze. He didn’t want to lie to you, he was already lying about how he felt and who had sent the flowers and if he lied anymore, he wasn;t sure he could keep it all inside, so instead he just decided to not answer you because of course he was going to tell Daniel. 

“I’ll see you before FP2.” and with that he had dipped into the crowds to quickly go and find Daniel, to simultaneously want him about what was going to happen and to potentially lay down the law, even more than he thought he already had, when it came to you. 

The entire walk to the AT garage Max was trying to figure what he was going to say but nothing prepared himself for what he ended up nearly shouting at Daniel the second the driver opened his drivers room door. 

“You were meant to be my friend!” Max shouted as he shoved Daniel back into the room, slamming the door behind him as he moved into the room. 

Daniel stood there wide eyed, hands up and shocked at the attack from Max, “Mate, what’s going on?”

“What’s going on? Try last night when you were feeling up the woman I am in love with  and eye fucking her across the table!” Max was panting, but the stress of everything over the last 24 hours had finally gotten to him and unfortunately Daniel was unjustly bearing the brunt of that. 

“None of that happened? What are you talking about?” He was trying to calm Max down but it was proving difficult when he wasn’t even sure what was going on. 

“She told me! Last night, after we were outside, when we walked back in, you had your hand on her lower back and then the rest of the night you couldn’t take your eyes off her.” The words felt bitter in Max’s mouth, accusing his friend of something like this, but he couldn’t help it, it was a runaway stone that he no longer had control over, “and now she thinks you sent the flowers and she’s going to try and seduce you!” 

“Seduce me? Why would she try to seduce me?” Now Daniel understood Max’s anger. 

“Because she thinks you sent the flowers!” 

“So why didn’t you tell her you sent the flowers!” 

“Don’t be dumb.” 

“I’m not the dumb one here mate. You’re the one who isn’t making the move on the girl you sent flowers to, asked out and are so in love with, you’d rather hire her to work for you than go a day without her by your side!” Daniel was right and Max knew it. 

“So why did you hit on her?” Suddenly it was Max the young boy standing in front of Daniel, unsure of himself, self esteem on the floor, just trying to fix a near unfixable situation in his eyes. 

“I didn’t. Look, the hand on her back was meant to be platonic, I didn’t think it would mean anything to her, especially considering how she feels about you.” Max seemed to be accepting the explanation, the tension in the room dropping significantly, “and the staring at her, I was trying to gauge how she was reacting to you last night, to see if I could tell how she felt about you, considering you’re the one who said that she hadn’t mentioned to anyone how she does feel. You were right and so I thought this would be a good way to do it.” 

“And?”  Max made his way to the couch in the room, head dropping into his head. 

“Mate, she’s as in love with you as you are with her.” Daniel sat down next to him, forcing him to look at his fellow driver. 

“So why is she trying to seduce you?” It was if the frustration in Max’s body couldn’t let him sit still, as he suddenly got up and began pacing 

“Firstly, why are we using the word seduce? It’s not a good word.” The groan that left Max’s mouth at the question forced a laugh out of Daniels. 

“She used it.” For the second time in too short a time Daniel was staring at a panicked and frustrated Max with his face smooshed up against a wall. 

“She used the word seduce?” The groaned yes was the only response Max offered. 

“Fucking awful word. Both of you need to stop it right now. Secondly, why is she trying to seduce me and why does she think I sent the flowers?” Max peeked an eye at Daniel and he was oddly jealous at the calm demeanour he was exuding at this conversation. 

“So, I might have forgotten to sign my name on the note.” Max mumbled through the sentence, embarrassed at the truth of it. 

“You forgot to sign your name on the card that told the woman you love that you love her?” Another groaned yes left Max as he sank to the floor, face now smooshed against the prickly carpet.

“She came to me this morning telling me she had gotten flowers and a note with no name on it and now she’s trying to figure out which driver sent it. She literally has an entire list of all the drivers she's going to try and seduce to see if it was them.” Daniel couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer stupidity of this situation that Max had somehow gotten himself into. 

“I assume I’m the first on the list?’’ Daniel already knew how he was going to play this. 

“I’m not even on the list.” That sad, childlike version of Max was back. 

“Mate, she’s obviously not going to tell you that you’re on the list, especially since you’re her boss.” \

“I’m going to fire her. If I just fire her then all of my issues resolve themselves.” 

“You can’t fire her.” Daniel nudged Max with his foot, an attempt to encourage him to get up off the floor. 

“Why not?” Max had eventually worked himself into a sitting position, now leaning against the door opposite Daniel. 

“Because at the moment you’re how she feeds herself.” 

“Do you honestly have to point out the uneven power dynamic here when I am already feeling like the world's biggest creep of a boss?” Max banged his head against the wall, a form of punishment, “What are you going to do when she comes to seduce you?” 

The vulnerability of Max in this moment was admirable. Daniel hadn’t seen this version of him for a very long time but he isn’t surprised that it was a girl that brought it out of him. 

“I’m going to tell her the truth. That I didn’t send the flowers and I only see her as a  friend.” The look Max gave him was near heartbreaking at how thankful it was. 

“Promise you’ll be kind right?” He was always thinking of you and only you, even in Max’s greatest moment of stress. 

“I promise, but you said there was a list? What exactly are you going to be doing about the rest of the drivers?” Suddenly it dawned on Max how big this issue was about to become, breathe quickening, “hey, hey, don’t stress, listen after FP2 we can meet at my hotel room and we can come up with a plan, but just give me a couple of hours to think of something okay? Mate, I promise, we will get this sorted.” All Max could think about was trying to breath and nodding that he understood and him and Daniel would come up with a plan that absolutely and completely derails yours. 

Suddenly both Max and Daniel's eyes were drawn to the knocking on his drivers room door and as Daniel swung the door open, there you stood, with that same smile that made Max weak at the knees every single time he saw it. 

“You looking for Max?” Daniel tipped his head in the direction of Max, now scrambling to get up off the floor, as Daniel began to take a step back, moving out of the way for Max, Before your hand wrapping around his bicep stopped him

“No, no, actually, I was looking for you.” 

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[pawnshopbleus]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a corio x plinth reader where he aproches her bc she is a plinth (and she notices and gets mad bc she think that corio takes her for a stupid girl who would just fall for his lies) but he slowly falls for her. i would really like if it ends well, like them together. i hope you understood my idea, i love your work btw.

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

coriolanus snow x fem!plinth!reader

summary - basically what the request says, but there is no happy ending because i'm evil.

contains - angst, the capital being described as beautiful, gold-digging, rude coriolanus, not beta read

author's note - i'm so sorry @simpovereveryone for the unhappy ending, but i feel like once someone finds out you originally wanted to date them for their money there is no coming back. originally, this was going to be a happy ending, but I just couldn't write one that felt natural and real. if you want, I can do a happy Coriolanus later, but there is no happy ending in this one.

IT was no secret that Strabo Plinth’s daughter was in love. It was the only thing people would talk about at the Academy. In between each Hunger Games, Capitol citizens were bored. Gossip would spread like a wildfire. They didn’t know how to keep a secret. 

Coriolanus knew that you liked him. It was obvious to anyone that had two working eyes. The way that your eyes would follow him wherever he went, and how your back would straighten every time he walked by was evidence enough that you had a crush on the blonde boy. 

Coriolanus was flattered, really, but he just wasn’t one to date. Many girls have tried and failed at dating him. None piqued his interest. He found that most pretty Capiol girls were dumb and had no interest beyond their physical appearance. They also lacked what he needed most, money. 

Coriolanus wanted to continue his education at the University after the Academy. He needed to keep a roof over his, Tigris, and Grandma’ams head, or he would have failed as a cousin and a grandson. Those necessities don’t come cheap after a war, no matter how long ago the war was. 

And then he heard the news. Some new students were chatting during lunch. His name and yours got thrown around, and after some intense staring at his apple, he heard what they were talking about. Your little schoolgirl crush on Coriolanus, and that was confirmation enough. 

Then there you were, sitting in all your glory. 

Being the one and only daughter in the Plinth family made you susceptible to fake people. Always after your money and status, but they will talk about you behind your back. Coriolanus has heard it all. He needed to outsmart the many and study the few that made it to your inner circle. Just because you already had a crush on him meant nothing if he didn’t have a good enough reason to chase after you. 

Your red school uniform mixed in with the rest of the crowd, but your face was what drew him in. It was so different, unconventional, and beautiful. The unconventionality of your face made him want to paint a picture of you from memory. You were unique, which he liked. This won’t be too bad, Coriolanus said in his head. 

Your tired eyes met his and he didn’t look away. The bags under your eyes accentuated the fact that you couldn’t sleep last night. The thunder crashing outside of your window was probable cause to keep you awake. 

Coriolanus got up from his chair and stocked towards you. His stride was purposeful, guiding through clumps of students gathered around the room. He sat across from you and said nothing as he studied your tired expression. It was weird that your brother's friend and your crush were sitting across from you all of a sudden. You were in no way ready to talk to him right now. 

“Did you want me to tell Sejanus something?” was all you could manage to ask. Your brain was begging you to ask more. Why are you here? How is your family? Do you think I’m crazy for liking you, even though we’ve never had an actual conversation? But your mouth stayed shut, which saved you from a boatload of embarrassment. 

Coriolanus smiled. His teeth were imperfectly imperfect. A natural color, not too white, but not too yellow. His right front tooth was slightly crooked, giving his teeth personality. 

“No, I came here to talk to you.”

Your brows furrowed for a second. Why in the world would he want to talk to me? Besides being the sister of his friend, you had nothing going on for yourself. There were far prettier girls that he could talk to. You weren’t all that traversed in philosophy and classic books like he was. You were just…you. 

Your lips pressed together in a small line and then returned to normal after a second. You couldn’t form coherent words right now. You nodded your head at the boy in front of you and looked across the room, not ready to make eye contact with him at the present moment. Students talked and whispered with each other as they took in the scene. Coriolanus Snow talking to the girl that had a crush on him. Many girls who had tried to date him in the past narrowed their eyes at you. 

You had not noticed that the room was almost silent, save for the whispers of the nosey students. Coriolanus kept repeating your name, trying to break you out of your trance. You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. An unlimited amount of syllables were repeated over and over again in his baritenor voice. 

“What?” you ask as you are broken out of your trance. 

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” he answered your question with another. 

This seemed too good to be true. The boy you’ve had a crush on for years had just asked you out for seemingly no reason. Either whatever higher power in the sky was on your side, or this was one huge prank. Either way, you agreed. 

˖ ࣪ . 🦢 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

You stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of your room. The baby pink silk slip dress you were wearing used to belong to your mother. She had given it to you two years ago in hopes that you would wear it. She hoped that you would wear it on a date with a nice boy. That’s exactly what you were doing, but there were two problems. The first problem was that you were nothing like your brother, outgoing and outspoken. You preferred to keep to yourself, and if you had to socialize, you would do it with the handful of friends you had. The second problem was that it was two years later. The dress no longer draped beautifully around you like it did when you were younger. It clung to every curve, crevice, and roll you had on your body. You were lucky that the dress still zipped up. You studied yourself in the mirror, going from the tip top of your head down to your painted toenails. At least it looked like you had enough money to be well-fed and groomed. 

Coriolanus was taking you to a new rooftop restaurant. The women in your mother's book club raved on and on about how elegant and regal the vibes in that restaurant felt. They also recounted how hard it is to get a reservation. For a new restaurant, it seemed pretty picky with its patrons. 

He picked you up around six. The sun had already set and a chill breeze kissed your skin, causing goosebumps to rise on the bare skin of your arms. Coriolanus kept you close to him, placing a strong hand on the small of your back. His hand was cold, causing you to shiver. 

The reviews were right. The restaurant was beautiful. The entire place was lit using nothing but candles. They lined the tables with pristine white cloth. There were other details of the restaurant that were otherworldly, but the view of the Capital made you swoon. With Coriolanus long forgotten, your eyes lit up at all the lights and such that outlined every building and street. You had forgotten how beautiful the Capital was at night. Your heart panged with gratefulness at being able to experience this even though you weren’t born here. 

Coriolanus studied you once again. The city lights flashed and shone across your body, accentuating the way your skin looked. It looked soft, almost perfect. Nothing was ever perfect. 

“So, Sejanus told me you like to paint,” Coriolanus commented, breaking the silence between the two of you. 

Your eyes broke away from the shining lights and back to the companion in front of you. “Yes,” you simply said. 

The simplicity of your words made Coriolanus fix his hand into a fist under the table. He was doing you a favor! You were the one who had a crush on him, not the other way around. He couldn’t say anything, though. He had to remind himself why he was doing this. Flashes of images passed through his mind. They all had one thing in common; they were dear to him - the only things he loved. That was the reason why he was here. He needed the money that was attached to you. 

“What do you like to paint?” The food that he ordered for the two of you was being placed down on the table. He ordered steak and potatoes with a side of steamed vegetables.

You are a vegetarian. 

Everyone knew you were vegetarian. You loved animals and couldn’t fathom eating a living animal. You didn’t judge people who ate meat. Everyone was free to live the lifestyle they wanted and you choose to live a meatless lifestyle.

“Why did you ask me out on a date?” you questioned the boy in front of you who was currently eating his food like a starved man. Which he was. He barely had enough money to pay rent, let alone pay for this meal…

That’s why he asked you on a date - for your money. You’ve lived your entire life having to question whether or not someone wanted to be your friend. Your last name followed you everywhere you went. There was nothing shameful about your family, but you hated having fake people around you. It was literal hell. 

Of course, Coriolanus didn’t like you. He just needed your money. You scoffed at him and didn’t even let him finish as you sprinted out of the restaurant, leaving him confused and with no way to pay. 

It’s safe to say that Coriolanus is never welcomed back. 

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[bugeater101]

If Only I Could Please Her

Synopsis: You were always one to appease your close ones. Friends, partners, family members, everyone; you just wanted them to be happy. Whether you did this because you wanted to or because you feared being the one taken care of is a different story. With Chan, you are still the same, until he decides to change your mind.

Content: angst (sad chan), fluff, smut, peoplepleaser!reader x stressed!Chan, sub!Reader x pleasuredom!Chan, thick!reader, first time sex, mentions of angry fucking (does not occur in story), slight marking!kink, slight lactation!kink, oral (f. receiving), use of toys (f. receiving), MULTIPLE ORGASMS (chan is a pleasure dom what can I say), unprotected sex (please please please use protection), reader cries from pleasure, creampie, breeding!kink, fluffy ending (so much fluff it is like tooth-rotting, sugar-coated, insulin-needing sweetness)

Word Count: 8.9 k (whoops sorry)

Author's Notes: This work was originally my own but I started to incorporate some ideas sent to me by an Anon. Thank you to that person!! I hope this pleases you (teehee get it because of the title). Also, yes, the title is a Wallow's lyric from "Pleaser".

Taglist: @scribblemetae @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki,, @imtoooyoungforthisshit

To say Chan was stressed was an understatement. It was almost like a common trope, a cliché that had been overworked in its use to describe him. He was tired to the point where aches and pains were one with his body. A chronic pain cursed him which no painkillers could execute.

You had only been dating Chan briefly yet had known him for a long time prior. As such, you weren't unaware of how recklessly he treated his body and mind in an effort to maintain a constant work stream. It seemed, however, that your courtship with him only enhanced your worries about his well-being.

"Courtship"? Is that the right word to use? You two were practically launched into love from the moment you laid eyes on each other. Dating had simply allowed you to finally experience the desperation that plagued both of you when you were still acquaintances. So, "courtship" wouldn't be the best word. More like, "dating-for-the-long-run-but-every-day-is-haunted-by-the-dire-need-to-fuck-the-other".

Worst of all, you hadn't even had sex yet. The unspoken abstinence made you wonder if Chan wanted you as much as you wanted him. You wondered if he wanted you at all.

Countless times you had offered yourself up as a means to relieve stress. Handjobs, blowjobs, the like: you wanted Chan to finally relax. It wasn't like you felt pressured to do so. In fact, the offers you proposed to Chris were more of a way to satiate your cravings. Yet, Chan refused each time, which you respected. He claimed he wanted the first time with you to be "special", unlike the previous relationships either of you had been in. You obliged, thinking it would be nice to actually take things slow for once.

However, as time went on, you found it harder and harder to respect that agreement. And for multiple reasons.

Firstly, you were desperate. Simple as that: you wanted dick. Secondly, Chan was stressed. His work ethic had overloaded his system, and it didn't seem to be lightening any time soon. Comeback season was followed by award show season, and then the end-of-the-year performances followed by the rest of the tour. At this point, you were surprised that Chan was even still standing. You thought that at some point he would beg, plead, maybe even crawl to you to help him relieve some tension. However, he still stood proudly every day, silently suffering through the exhaustion of him and his members. Lastly, and worst of all, was that Chan looked so fucking good when he was tense. This reason was the one you beat yourself up for. While Chan was struggling, you couldn't help but think about how good it would be to ride him like that, releasing his buried tension with every pump of his cock.

Jesus, were you that dirty-minded? That even the sight of Chan, sweating and exhausted from a long day of schedules made you wet? You dismissed the thoughts one after another.

Ultimately, you blame the people-pleaser side of yourself. In most of your relationships, you had taken on a more dominant, yet attending, role. Even in friend groups, you acted like a parental figure, ensuring everyone's safety, fun, and overall well-being. When it came to former partners, you wanted to please— in and out of the bedroom. You wanted to make dinner because you liked to see the joy on their faces when digging into a homemade meal, you wanted to hear giggles of excitement when they opened new presents, and, to be honest, you relished in the panted and thankful moans of being relieved. Sometimes it was the other way around in bed: you'd let them use you, your body, to get their anger out. Sometimes it would be too much, so much that you couldn't take being someone's stress toy any longer. You did eventually end that relationship, and rightfully so. Still, it seemed like you didn't really learn your lesson: even now, you wanted to make Chris happy in any way you could.

Part of you thinks you fell into this sort of people-pleaser role due to the convenience of it. It's simply easier to be the one who made the plans, who helped out, who took care of everything. You disliked—possibly even feared—the dependence required of you if you allowed others to take care of you. Maybe that's why all your past relationships have ended. Maybe that's why, now, with Chris, you feel helpless because you have done so little in helping him feel better.

However, you still try. You still want, even need to make Chris feel good. It isn't even the charmer in you anymore: with the way Chan has been, any good partner would be concerned.

Today, you take matters into your own hands.

It was the last schedule for the week, allowing Chan to have his first free Saturday night and Sunday in months. You both agreed to a night in, his first one in a while. You had done everything right: your apartment was set with low-mood lighting and a full pantry. Freshly baked goods scented the air of the living room while the bedroom air was a condensed scent of vanilla and shea butter from the candles. Regardless of the impeccable condition of your apartment, you were by far the most delectable thing in it. You were adorned with a simple silken rose-coloured robe, seemingly relaxed and ready for an easy night in with Chan. You, however, had a few secrets hidden underneath your robe. Your detached and happy demeanour was the sugar-coating to your scantly-clad state, and you hoped that Chan received the message that you had more than just a self-care night planned.

Everything was perfect. Special, even. It was everything Chris wanted for your first time with him. All that was left now was to wait for him to arrive so you could dote on him, ease his worries, and consummate your so-far celibate relationship. So you waited.

And waited.

... and waited.

The night sky had settled and you were still alone. Chris had told you he would arrive by 7:00 and now, hours later, he was nowhere in sight. Initially, you tried not to panic, subsiding your anxiety by keeping the candles alight while occasionally fixing your makeup that enhanced the plumpness of your lips and the fullness of your cheeks. Still, there is only so much one could do before panic turns to simmering anger, and then to annoyance.

You now rested on the couch, reading and vigorously bouncing your leg, the baked goods no longer fresh out of the oven and some of the candles resting in a puddle of their own melted flesh. Each page of your novel stared back at you, its contents almost silently mocking you for being alone and reading it rather than being with Chris. You couldn't stand to look at the book anymore.

Sighing, you slammed the novel shut and tossed it aside. Your eyes dared to twitch towards the analogue clock that hung on the wall. This entire night you had been fighting the urge to look at the time, losing every time. And, just like countless times before, you lost the battle.

9:20 on the dot. No new messages on your phone, no missed calls. Nothing.

It wasn't the first time he had no-showed you, but at least he had given you a text before. Now, nothing.

In all honesty, you wanted to give up. Blow out the candles, wrap up the food, do your skincare and put yourself to bed. Something stopped you every time before. Yet, after hours with no contact, your patience was wearing thin and it became incredibly tempting to leave this night for another time.

Then you heard the door rattle. You shot up like a bullet, albeit more eager than you wanted to seem.

Chris entered your apartment and (though he still wore makeup ruined by a hard performance, had hair which had started to curl from the sweat of dancing, and was dressed in his basic dark loungewear) he looked heavily. Every frustration you had seemed to erase itself. The irritation that once berated you now had disappeared. Instead, you were left with the overwhelming urge to hug Chan. So you did.

"Baby?—oof!" You launched yourself into him, staggering him a bit as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Chan!" You said happily. "God, I was so worried. Well, mostly annoyed, but also a little worried."

Chan's hands rested awkwardly outstretched beside him before finding comfort on your hips, wrapping around you. The two of you stood there silently, swaying in the entrance of your apartment as you felt Cris relax into your arms. The soft music you had let play began to encapsulate you two, filling the space of the words you wished to say to him. Then he spoke.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Sadness was evident in his voice. Pain and weariness coated the two simple words he uttered. You pulled away, his hands still resting on you as your own nestled his face. His eyes were so... so solemn, like a kicked puppy.

"Chan, it's okay," you tried to say your words lightly and carefully. He was so clearly horribly upset, and it made your stomach churn. "Obviously I was upset, but you're here now. Please, tell me what's wrong? Why didn't you text me?"

Chan tried to look at you, to meet your eyes. He really did. Nonetheless, he still looked down. He let the weight of the tears that formed in his eyes hold his head down. As they started to trickle down, he pulled his hands off of you, placing them on your own and pulling them from his face to hold them.

"I'm so sorry," his voice was so incredibly melancholic. "My phone died and no one had a charger. When I finally found one, it was time to perform. We had to record four times due to camera errors and then they added a performance to the schedule. By the time we were able to leave, it was past 8:30 and I was on the other side of the city. I'm so sorry. I came here as quickly as I could. I'm sorry." Tears were streaking down his cheeks now. They were brimming your eyes, too.

However, you fought them off. You had to be strong, for both of you. If not for Chan, then for yourself. And if not for yourself, then for your eye makeup.

"Chan," your voice spoke up, answering his pleas for forgiveness. And, again, you tried to keep your voice light, despite the circumstances. "Baby, look at me?"

He shook his head, letting hot, salty tears fall down his face. Though he refused, you didn't accept his response. With his hands still around yours, you held his face again, forcing his head up and his eyes to meet yours.

"Chris?" His eyes glanced towards yours, his lip caught in his teeth as he choked back a sob.

"Let's get you something to eat, hmm?"

Chan smiled. A sober smile, but a smile, nonetheless. One that showed he wanted to laugh, but couldn't. He simply couldn't. But he could smile. So he did.

With the food readily prepared, you were quick to fix a plate for Chris. You happily watched as he snacked on the sweets, fruits, and tea you made him, listening to him recount his day as he slowly gained his energy back. The smiles you exchanged filled your heart: you were happy that you had made him happy.

But, was he happy? He smiled, he ate your delicious and well-made food, he complimented your makeup, and you helped him take off his, but... something was amiss. Every good deed you normally performed for previous partners would normally leave them a blushing mess, begging for more. Yet, with Chan, something was different. Like he was disappointed, almost.

You wanted to ask, but assumed it was because of the stress from the past few weeks— and especially tonight. So, you let him know that if he wanted to talk, you were always here. He nodded, glassy eyes looking like milk saucers as he agreed silently to your words. God, he was adorable.

"Channie?" you asked as he finished the last chocolate-covered strawberry, thus demolishing the last morsel of food you had prepared for the night.

"Yes, honey?" Fuck, the petnames. He knew what made your knees weak. You want to treat him right, please him like you so desperately want to do, and beg him to take his anger out on you. However, you still need to play it safe. It was going to be your first time with him, and you needed to play your cards right. You cleared your throat.

"Can we head to bed now? I'm starting to feel tired."

Chan grinned at you, relieved to hear the words that relinquished him from the chains of consciousness.

"I would love that," he gleamed. As you took his hand in yours, excited to show him what layered underneath your short robe, you felt your cheeks heat up. How could even the slightest touch from him make you flush? Gosh, he was perfect, such a good boyfriend. You wanted to let him know, give him everything—

*buzz buzz*

Chris and you simultaneously glanced down at the phone in his pocket.

*buzz buzz*

You reluctantly looked at each other, knowing that he had to answer the call.

"It could be work," he said glumly.

"Yeah, I know," you responded in the same faint tone.

*buzz buzz*

"Take it," you insisted, smiling despite the pit your heart fell into. Chan smiled as well, probably for the same reasons.

*buzz buzz*

"I'll meet you in the bedroom, you go on ahead," he told you, giving you a nod as a signal to leave.

*buzz buzz*

"Don't keep me waiting," you responded cheekily. You planted a kiss on the cheek, scampering off to your room.

You heard the faint sounds of Chris answering his phone, knowing it was his manager on the other line.

"Hi, is there an issue with the track that we're recording on Monday? I thought we cleared that up." You could hear him through the door, rolling your eyes at the thin walls of your apartment. In an effort to prevent intrusion upon his work-related conversation, you got to tending the forgotten room.

"What are you talking about?" Chan half-huffed, half-whispered- yelled into his phone. You pretended not to hear him. The candles were dim now, so you replaced the few that were completely exhausted.

"Are you kidding me!?" You could hear him yell. Again, you ignored it, humming to yourself in an effort to calm the atmosphere.

"What about Channie's Room? My day off?" In a flurry, you redispersed the flower petals on your bedspread.

"Fine... yeah, of course..." you heard Chris' voice at its regular decibel now. "I'll see you then."

The room was perfect. So, you sat and waited for Chris, fixing yourself exactly like you had imagined you would.

Chan didn't open the door for a moment. You could hear him sigh and his phone land with a thud on the couch. He had tossed it aside. He did that when he was sick and tired of it ringing. A beat passed and then he opened the door.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, your voice concerned and low. Chan closed the door behind him, eyes immediately focused on the ground again. Oh, no.

"No... no, it's not," he stated blankly. He did not notice the candles or how their scent consumed the air. Nor did he notice the rose petals on the bedspread. He didn't even notice you.

"God I—fuck—I can't believe they did that," he chuckled dryly. He glanced at you—if you think half a millisecond of time is enough to look at someone fully —and threw his arms up.

"Channie—" you began

"They took tomorrow night from me," he stated blankly. Your heart sank: you knew what that meant. No Sunday Channie's Room, no free night, and, most importantly, no full day off.

"We have to re-record some lines and I have to be in the booth helping out," he started, "then we got to get dressed up and do a schedule until midnight.

"Chan, please—"

"And then they have the fucking audacity to ask me if I'm resting well! No, the fuck I am not!" His voice shook—not with anger, but because of the tears brimming his eyes for the second time that night.

"Chris—" Again, his voice interjected yours.

"That means more time away from you, and that means I can't be there for you, or myself, or—"

"CHRIS!" It was your turn to interrupt him. You managed to stop his catastrophizing, cutting his sentence short. However, he still didn't look at you. His hands were holding his head, clearly trying to prevent the insanity from settling in.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You let the silence fill the room. Then, you opened your eyes and looked right at Chris.

"Channie?" Your voice was soft and barely audible. Chan's hands had rubbed up his face and now smoothed his hair down, trying to tame the frizziness of his unkempt curls. Somehow, despite the worries that plague him, your voice broke him from his trance. It was as if, for a moment, he offered his attention to you in the hopes that it would pull him out of his adversity. With a sigh, he swung his arms down and let his hands smack against his legs, the act demonstrating his exhaustion. Then, once he was settled, his eyes glanced over to you, following the sound of your voice.

As soon as his gaze met you, he stilled.

You sat on his bed on your parted knees, relaxed with your barely clothed cunt hovering just above his petal-covered comforter. The pink lace lingerie you wore was visible under the rose satin robe that barely clung to you, slipping away as the knot of the strap became undone. A garter was situated on each of your fat thighs and suspended by a belt which hugged your plump waist, the colours matching the bra and panties you wore. Well, "panties" was a strong word: it was barely a few pieces of fabric and string. Your tummy peaked between the belt and underwear, completing your look with the sheer bareness of it all.

Chan's eyes were stuck on you; he could barely move. It was as if he could finally smell the vanilla and shea butter in the air.

"Channie... come to bed," you finished, fingers teasingly rubbing down the opening of your robe.

Chan's mouth went dry, his hands slowly clenching into fists to bring himself down. He needed to retain some semblance of serenity. Seeing you sitting like that while his mind raged pushed him towards something animalistic in him that he didn't know he had. One deep breath followed another, a feeble attempt at composing himself so as to not pounce on you. Who could blame him if he did? You were literally presenting yourself as ready to be used, to be loved, to let him have you. His breath was heavy, his pants now unbelievably tight.

"Please, Channie," you asked, your voice smooth and sultry. "For me?"

He licked his lips.

"Okay, y/n," he whispered back. "Okay."

He took a step forward, then another. His eyes never left you; he was hypnotized. As his legs met the foot of the bed, he slowly pushed forward and let his knee continue his crawl towards you. While Chan climbed onto the bed, you laid down, allowing him to mount you. Chan's hands planted on either side of you and his knees hugged your body, allowing him to look completely down at your helpless form. Your robe had almost completely undone, only held slightly together by a feeble knot. It displayed you to Chris, framing you in lingerie and making every instinct in his mind scream. Still, he stared at you calmly. Instead of doing what his animalistic instincts demanded of him, he shifted his weight, allowing one hand to rise up and brush a strand of hair from your face. His eyes were clear, tranquil— tearless for the first time that night.

"You are so beautiful, love," he mumbled as you brought your hands up to caress his face. "So beautiful..." Your thumb rubbed his cheek, feeling the heat of his blood creep toward the surface of his skin as you offered him this tenderness

"Wanna take such good care of you," you whispered as you kissed his face. "Wanna please my Channie."

All of a sudden, Chan looked at you like you were crazy, like you had said something off-colour or had suddenly spat in his face.

"What do you mean by that, y/n?" He asked, his voice still steady but precise. Investigative. You stared back at him with the same expression.

"I just... want you to use me? I want to make you happy, so, please, do what you want." Though your voice was sure, Chris seemed all the more confused.

"What? I could never—What?" He asked.

His words immediately caused humiliation to wash over you. You could feel your face heat up and you tried to pull away after his perplexing comments, hoping to undo what you had said. However, Chris didn't move. Despite your efforts, his body continued to cage yours. Actually, he did move closer to you, down onto his elbows so his body was still parallel to yours. The space between you two became air tight. You felt red-hot embarrassment flush your cheeks, eyes stinging from the threat of tears. God, what had you said that made him act so weird?

Your thoughts started to race as your heart pounded faster, the beat threatening to break your ribs with every pulse. Breath quickening, you wanted to beg, plead to Chris about what he meant. You wanted a chance to explain yourself, to go back in time, to ask him what he meant, please.

Then, you felt Chan rut his cock into you as he kissed your cheek.

"Mmh— fuck," Chris panted in your ear before kissing it, sucking on the lobe and kissing down your jaw. "You smell so fucking good."

"C-chris?" you whimpered out.

"'Use you'? I could never," Chris chuckled. "God, y/n, haven't you figured me out by now?" As his hands slowly slid into yours, interlocking your fingers, he captured your lips in his, softly catching your breath.

"But, I—" you protested, still confused.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, y/n," he whispered as he continued the languid strokes of his bulge against your thigh. "I'm gonna make you feel good. So, so good. Over and over again. You feeding me, taking care of me... it's nice and I love it, but it's not what I want." One of his hands slipped from yours, replacing the aching absence of your touch by holding your jaw softly with it, pushing you lovingly into his kisses. He whimpered as your tongue licked his lip, begging for more.

"I'm the provider," he kissed you again, "I'm the dominant one." Another kiss, another harsh rut.

"I'm the pleaser, okay?"

Your mouth felt dry. He smiled.

"Please touch me, Channie," you begged.

"Anything for you, princess."

He pressed his lips into yours again, letting his hand slip from your jaw and down your neck. His fingers ghosted along your collarbones, then teased along the edge of your robe, slipping the knot of the robe and completely undoing it. He moved all his weight to his knees, pulling back to sit up and allow his hands to rub down your sides, moving the robe out of the way.

"All dressed up for me, sitting on a bed of fucking roses," he cursed. His hands continued to rub up and down your torso. One hand pressed over the flimsy material of your panties that clung to your hip while the other fondled your chest over your bra. All the while, his hips never ceased moving, his heavy erection so evident as he panted above you. The sight made you needy as if you already weren't.

"Chan, don't tease," your eyes were wide and shimmering, Chan's heart thumping at the site.

"Baby," he cooed, "it's funny that you think you can call the shots."

He let both of his hands rest on your hips now, massaging the squishy flesh eagerly as his fingers dipped in and out of the fabric, teasing the possibility of taking them off.

"I like to relax by making you feel good, yeah?" Chan questioned. You nodded in understanding, but, frankly, you just wanted him to rip your panties off and fuck you.

"So," he continued, the grip on your wide hips harsher, "that means I'm gonna tease you. I'm gonna make you cum over and over again. Every time we fuck. God, how I've wanted you." As he realized his dreams were becoming reality, Chris' words suddenly got to him. He couldn't resist his urges and, as such, allowed himself a moment of liberation, ducking his head into the crevice of your neck. Licking and biting it liberally, he inhaled your scent like he needed it to live.

"Fuck, please—Channie, I don't know if I can handle that," you whimpered as he left hickeys along your neck. Your begs made him chuckle, pulling away from you despite how you clung to him.

"Oh, princess..." he teased, "you'll just have to." His hands slipped from your body and grabbed the hem of his shirt. The fabric was quickly pulled over his head and across the room, leaving him straddling you and completely on display.

"God, now you're just being unfair," you pouted as you studied his carved torso.

"You love it," he laughed in a low voice as his hands returned to your hips. "Now, where were we? Oh... yeah, here."

Suddenly, his hands twisted the delicate fabric of your panties that dug into the fat of your hip and tore it off your body, shredding it to pieces.

"Chris!" You cried, hands rushing to cover yourself. However, Chan caught your palms and pinned them to your sides. The act caused him to know pin you to the bed again, leaving you vulnerable under him.

"I'll replace them, don't worry," he groaned with an air of nonchalance. "But know that I'll just rip them off of you. Again, and again... again..." His mouth attached to yours and stifled your protests. As he caught your moans, he soon detached his lips from yours and kissed down your body, still holding your hands. When he reached your covered chest, he released his grip and freed his hands to grope your tits, toying with your nipples through the sheer fabric.

"W-will you tease me all night?" You asked as his spit soaked the fabric, attempting to suck on your nipples through the barrier.

"At some point, you'll be begging me to go this slow," he growled. He then pulled away and studied his work, content with your glistening chest.

"It's like you're leaking for me, baby." Chris started to redden. "Like your tits are soaked with milk." Your flushed face matched his own, as if you were both shocked by the words that left his mouth

Unexpectedly, he chuckled.

"Don't act like you didn't love that, y/n."

"S-shut up," you mumbled, eyes darting away in fear of meeting Chris'.

"Like a little horny baby that can't keep her tits from gushing after being sucked on," he hissed. The embarrassment of his teases continued to catch your voice, making it difficult for you to speak. His lips then returned to your torso, kissing down your body and nipping at the belt that still desperately clung to your waist.

"We'll leave this on you, the whole night," he mumbled between licks. "No panties, no bra, but this stays." His fingers caressed the fabric, loving how it hugged your tummy and accentuated your curves.

"Mmh— fuck," you hummed.

His tongue licked your stomach, kissing the fat before his hands led the way down to your thighs. Chan planted open kisses on them, nibbling at the plump flesh as he pretended not to notice your begging and exposed cunt.

"I love taking my time with you," he moaned as your whimpers persisted. "I love pleasing you, y/n."

"Oh, Chris," you responded, voice filled with adoration.

Abruptly, his tongue met your clit and sucked eagerly on it, like he had waited a lifetime to taste you.

"Fuck—" you gasped out, grateful for the stimulus. Chan ate you like a starved man, his tongue kitten-licking your clit with a neediness that matched your own.

In an attempt to stabilize yourself, one of your hands began to pet his hair while the other played with your tits. However, the endeavour inevitably failed. Chan was insatiable, and it made you squirm in his grip.

"Hmph—Fuck, how can you taste so good?" He whimpered as he buried into you further, pulling you closer by hooking your knees over his shoulders. Tonguing your entrance, he refused to neglect your clit as his nose nudged it with every lap of his tongue. Both of your hands now held his hands, desperately pulling him into you.

"C-channie, I—"

"Come for me, baby," he urged as his tongue returned to your clit. "Please? Please, all over my tongue, soak my face, please?" His begs were too much to resist. His tongue immediately returned to your clit, moaning into your cunt as he made out with your pussy. Quickly, you found your pussy now clenching around nothing, cumming just from the simple pleas and the licks Chris offered to you.

"Such a pretty pussy," Chan moaned as he lapped up your juices, coaxing you through your orgasm. "Does what it's told, so nice for me." You whimpered at the dirty words he threw around. How did everything he say sound so sexy? So fucking perfect?

Before he let you settle, his tongue returned to your clit and his fingers now teased your cunt.

"No, Chris— w-wait, please, give me time," you hiccuped as two of his fingers eased into you, your cum acting as a perfect lubricant.

"Now, now," he taunted, "that was just one of many. Relax, y/n. Give me another, yeah?" He then continued to abuse your clit while his fingers curled repeatedly, continually probing that gummy part in you.

"Baby," you moaned as your legs wrapped around his head, hating the overstimulation but unable to resist it. The lewd sounds that came from Chan finger-fucking your cunt filled the room.

"Just another, give me one more, c'mon," he urged as he returned to licking your pussy, tongue feverishly eating you. With the quickened pace of his appendages, your pussy came unexpectedly, swelling around his fingers.

"Channie! I cum, I c-cum, cum, f-for Channie, cum" you mewled. Chan smiled as he kissed your twitching cunt, eyes burning for more. He then pulled his fingers out of you and sat back on his knees, enjoying the site of his hand caressing your sopping pussy lips as you rode out the last of your orgasm.

"Aww, baby's already fucked-out from two orgasms," he cooed. He leaned over, planting a kiss on your parted lips. "Gather yourself, princess. You have a long night ahead of you." You whimpered, swallowing your words as you found yourself unable to form a coherent sentence. Instead, you let your hands crawl up his chest to his shoulders, pulling him in and kissing him properly. Chan hummed into the kiss and relished the moment of puppy love.

Pulling away, he gave you a soft grin.

"Where are your toys, baby?" He demanded in a gentle voice.

"W-what? I don't have—"

"Please don't play dumb with me," he challenged, adopting a slightly condescending tone. "I've heard the buzzing when you think I'm asleep on the couch. I've seen the packages you've carelessly thrown out. Now, tell me: Where. Are. They?"

You were dumbfounded, caught in your lies. Yet, you had no escape. After two orgasms and with more to come, you were already Chan's dumb little plaything, unable to think for herself. How could you refuse what he asked of you, or even lie your way out? Silently, you raised your hand meekly with what little strength you had, outstretching an index finger to point towards the third drawer of your dresser. Chan smiled.

"Good girl, my good and fuckable little princess," he praised. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Chris moved off of you and freed from his unrelenting love. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. As Chan kneeled to open your drawer, he glanced over at you and laughed at your weak state.

"Take your time, baby, but don't fall asleep on me," he hummed as he pulled open the drawer and began to search for the toys. "Finish getting undressed for me while I look, m'kay? But leave the belt on." You briefly considered taking the belt off, just to see what Chan would do. Then, with his next words, you decided to follow his orders.

"You don't want to know what happens when you challenge me." Though his voice was light, you feared what he insinuated by that comment. You were oddly intrigued, yearning to know what he would do. Yet, since you were already exhausted, you knew that today was no day to mess with your Channie. Especially since he had a rough day: you wanted to be good for him, and he needed you to be good for him. You still wanted to please. You left the belt on and continued to undress.

"Oh! I found your treasure," Chan teased as he fiddled through the drawer. God, if you weren't embarrassed already, you certainly were when Chan pulled out your large vibrator.

"What have we here?" He taunted, studying the body massager in the light like it was a precious artifact. You sat silent and petrified. Chris stood up, studying the massager and tossing it in his hand.

"This will do just fine," he smiled. Then, with a gingerly throw, the vibrator landed next to you on the bed.

"Use it." The air went stale.

"Chris, I-I'm so sensitive, please," you pleaded. Yet, he continued to stare at you. He barely noticed your tits were out, erect and still glistening from him lapping them up with your bra on. Well, it's not like he "didn't notice": he had begun to palm his erection through his shorts, licking his lips at the sight of you laid out for him.

"Start slowly then, love," he instructed. He stripped himself of his shorts, leaving him in his boxers and showcasing his fat and needy cock through the tight material. He then sat on the bed next to you and picked up the toy again. With a click, the buzzing ensued. Chan glanced at you before reaching for your hand, placing the vibrating toy in your palm and forcing you to hold it.

"Come one, y/n," he whispered into your ear, "you have to keep giving me all you got." His hands then caressed your legs and pet your hair, a faint act to show he was still going to coax you through your next orgasm. Then, his hands moved yours towards your pulsating cunt, his eyebrows raised in a display of fake anticipation.

You grasped the vibrator with both hands at it was forced into your clit, moans instantly leaving you as your body hummed with stimulation.

"God, it's too much," you whimpered, tears brimming your eyes. As you sniffled, Chan pressed kisses into your face and massaged your tits and thighs, pinching your nipples and groping your flesh.

"No, it's perfect," he corrected. "You feel all the love I'm giving you, y/n? All the pleasure?" He then let his hand leave your thigh for a second to switch the power higher on the vibrator, the humming now crying in your ears.

"Mmh! Fuck, yes, Chris!" You moaned as your thighs crushed the toy between your thighs. Each whimper that left you made Chan's smile more sincere, and more eager, and it made him switch your toy higher.

"You need to stop trying to make me happy, yeah?" he tutted, "I just wanna make you feel happy. Make you come. Over, and over, and over until you're soaked, and so easy to slide into, yeah?"

"Yes, yes," you moaned. "Just wanna be your perfect little pocket pussy, your fleshlight t-to use. Fuck—ah!" Another power increase.

"If you cum for me one more time," he softly spoke to you, "then I'll give you my cock. You'd like my cock, wouldn't you, y/n?"

You nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, I want my Channie's cock, his big fucking dick so deep in me."

"Fuck," Chan groaned, increasing the power once more, "I'll fill you up when you take me, I'll give you so much cock and make you addicted to me."

"A-already am," you corrected, "already am obsessed with you, honey." Chan's hand pinched your tits, smiling as you approached your third orgasm of the night.

"My good princess," he kissed you lovingly. For the last time, he increased the power, the toy now buzzing at full capacity. "Now come once more and you'll get it, you'll get my cock."

"Chan, Chan, Chan, fuck—" you panted as you came. The sheets and your thighs became drenched in your cum as you squirted around the toy.

"My baby, so good," Chan cheered, so fucking happy at seeing your cum drench the cotton of your bedspread. Your hands fell beside you, the toy still buzzing as you gasped for breath. Chan smiled eagerly beside you, switching the toy off and tossing it aside on the comforter. He then laid beside you, pulling you close and nuzzling you. You lay completely flat as your chest rose and fell deeply, Chan cuddling into your side and holding you close. As if on command, his bulge proceeded to hump into your leg, desperate to get off despite your complete exhaustion.

"Fuck the sheets, don't worry about them. They were gonna be covered in cum anyways."

"Fuck 'em," you repeated mindlessly in a quiet voice.

"Y/n," Chan breathily laughed at your repetition, his hips still unconsciously bucking into your leg.

"Fuck these sheets..." you continued, "fuck the petals." You were completely gone, and Chan knew it. Yet, that didn't stop him. He played with your hair as he let you settle down, still rubbing into you as you sniffed your delicious scent.

"Yeah, fuck the sheets, my little cum-covered baby," he moaned, squishing himself closer and closer to you. Kisses ghosted your face, coating your skin in love. As his kisses moved from the side of your face to your nose and the center of your lips, he shifted his weight on top of you. Every kiss, however, became more determined, more eager, more desperate.

"God, I've needed you," he groaned as you clung to him, your body automatically responding to his touches regardless of how far your mind was. "I've waited to fuck you for so long, and I'm gonna make you come again and again. You've only given me three... Fuck, I wonder how many more can I get?" His hands suddenly slipped under your knees and wrapped them around his waist.

"Ah!" You yelped, eyes wide.

"That woke you up," he mused. He studied your glistening body, rubbing your legs and gripping your chest as he realized just how lucky he was.

"Fuck, your beautiful," he breathed out.

He then freed his cock from his boxers, the painfully hard erection slapping against his lower abdomen. Though you were depleted of all energy, your mouth instantly watered. He was large, veiny, and the perfect size with just a little bit of curve. You wanted to grab him and offer him a few much-needed strokes, but Chris' own hands beat you to it.

"Fuck, feels so good," he whimpered as he focused on his tip, pumping it quickly with a sloppy grip. His other hand now rubbed the mess between your thighs, easing two fingers into your quivering cunt to make sure you were still properly stretched out. However, the act made you convulse, still shaking from the slightest touch.

"T-too much, Channie," you whined. "God, 'm cumming too much."

"Shh, shh, baby," Chris hushed. He brought his thumb up to your mouth, pushing on your bottom lip with a mischievous smile playing on his face. "You are gonna take everything. Sorry if it is too much, but I gotta make you feel good." You let his thumb push into your mouth, offering it a few sucks to soothe yourself.

"There you go," he mumbled. Chris hissed with each swirl of your tongue. He pictured his red cock-head in your mouth instead of his thumb. And, though he desired to fuck your pretty mouth so badly, he knew he couldn't take it. He would've cum down your throat, and he didn't want to waste any of it by having you swallow it; he'd rather fill your pussy. He needed his cock in your cunt. Now.

"Keep sucking like a good girl, y/n," he hummed. "Yeah, just like that." With a final rub on his dick, he eased his dick between your legs. Gathering your cum, he rubbed his pulsing tip up and down, each stroke teasing your clit.

Your moans vibrated around Chan's thumb as your pussy clenched from the overstimulation.

"Shh, baby," Chan laughed, eyes pinched shut from the feeling of your wet, sensitive pussy. "Fuck, such a good girl with such a n-nice pussy—mmh, fuck!"

"Chris!"

It slipped in, just for a second. The tip of his fat cock sucked into your cunt, still tight but soaked from your juices. Just for a second. Not even.

But, fuck, it felt like heaven.

As soon as his cockhead dipped into your sopping cunt, you popped Chris' digit out of your mouth, moaning as he eased his veiny erection into you. For Chris, the feeling of you finally wrapped around him—still tight and twitching with every inch—made him lose the little sanity he had. When he first saw you in the bed, it took every bit of strength to resist his urges. Now, he felt like a horny teenager. The animalistic parts he tried to keep hidden, tried to restrain were now emancipated from his normally composed self. By the time he bottomed out, he knew he had lost all sense of control.

"Y-you better cum," he panted, slightly pulling out. Your watery eyes met his while your hands traced his abs, fingers delicately teasing the strained skin. "Cum when I tell you to," he finished.

He then pulled out and pushed in again harshly, mercilessly fucking your sopping cunt at a deep, reckless pace. The squelching sounds of your pussy around him filled the room and were harmonized by your moans that you felt unable to hold back.

"Such a tight, perfect little pretty pussy," he moaned as his hands fondled you. "God, y/n, what you do to me. So patient this whole night for my cock"

"Channie..." All you could do was moan in response or say his name. They were the only things that came to mind. What little energy you had left was expended to keep you awake, but that wasn't difficult with Chris rocking you on his cock.

"You look so g-good with my dick in you," he praised, "you look perfect, l-like it was made for my baby." He then reached beside your body, and as he did his body weight shifted so he was no longer sitting up. The angle did not change the speed of his hips nor how deep his cock dug into you. Your hands had someone found their way to his shoulders, holding him close and petting him gently: an act that contrasted the harsh snap of his hips. His face was now inches from yours, studying as his hand searched for what he yearned for. Glancing up, you caught a flash of colour and discovered what he grabbed.

The vibrator. Fuck.

It clicked on and the hum brought a smirk to Chris' face, a cocky expression still plastered on it.

"Chris! N-no—"

"Y/n," his panting voice stopped you. "Yes." Your eyes followed the buzzing toy down as it moved between your bodies, fearing the moment it would meet your clit. When it did, it made you yelp out again. Finally, after a night of torture, tears began to fall from your eyes.

"Hmph! Channie, w-wait baby, please," you wept.

"Give me another, c'mon, c'mon, y/n, baby, I know you have it, cream around my c-cock, baby, please," he begged as he rocked into you faster, enjoying the vibrations he felt on his cock when he dragged it out of your pussy.

"Chris, C-Chris, Chris," you babbled out.

Click. He increased the power.

Suddenly, your fourth orgasm was pulled from you, clamping around Chan's cock and gushing around him, but not as much as when you squirted earlier.

Chris, however, had never felt better.

"Fuck," he choked out, trying to hold himself back, "Fuck, you feel so good, you h-hug me so nicely. Wanna k-keep you on my cock at all times, wanna be able to f-fuck you always."

As his voice cracked, you swore he was about to start tearing up, as well. However, his pace never relented. When you came, he pressed the vibrator harder into you and let you ride out your orgasm on his cock before tossing the toy aside. Though you tried to cling to him, he pulled his torso off of you, allowing him to slip out of you and lightly slap his cock on your clit, making you shiver.

"Want another?" He teased as if he wasn't whimpering just moments ago. However, you could barely whine at the question.

"I'll give you another," Chris continued as he gripped your body harshly, flipping you over onto your stomach with his God-like strength. "I-I'll make you cum again and again until you pass out on my cock." You turned your head back to him, eyes suddenly pleading, loving the pleasure but also fearing how your legs shook without even being touched.

Chan chuckled, giving your ass a harsh spank and rubbing the pain away after you yelped.

"Get on all fours for now, okay? You've been so good, love." Mindlessly, you followed his orders, assisted by his hands as he gripped your hips, pulling your ass into the air.

He offered you some light spanks as he lined himself up. Teasing your entrance yet again, he slapped his leaking cock against your used pussy. Gingerly, he pulled the belt that still clung to your waist off of your body, then let it go. It smacked against you, making you whimper from the sting.

"Such a nice ass, beautiful fucking hips," he panted as you arched your back, accentuating the curvature of your ass. You glanced back, staring at the flushed man behind you. He was biting his lips so severely that you swore he would draw blood. The sweat that poured from him caused his curly hair to cling to his forehead and his chest to glisten. There was something about how perfect he looked that stirred something within you. It was as if, somehow, you found your voice, speaking a coherent sentence for the first time since your first orgasm.

"Fuck me, Channie," his eyes caught yours, shocked you were able to even think right now. "Fuck me like you mean it." Chan groaned at your words.

"Anything for you, princess," he responded. His fat cock pushed into you, hips meeting yours and rutting himself deeply into you. He set a steady yet carnal tempo, his grunts and moans becoming more vocal each time he buried his cock in you. Moans came unfiltered from your mouth, muffled only by the spent bedsheets that would never be used again after tonight.

"L-look at how your ass bounces on my cock," he whimpered. "S-such a fat, tight ass—fuck a wanna watch you ride me."

"Chan, your cock is s-so perfect," you mewled out, "Fill me up so well."

"Y/n," he moaned out in response. He bent over you now. Chest to back, fingers on your clit, cock rubbing into that soft part in your cunt. Fuck, he's perfect. Each circle around your abused and sensitive clit made you whimper louder and hug his dick harder. Yet, it only encouraged him to go harsher,

"I-I'm gonna stuff you full, fill your pretty precious pussy to the brim with my babies," he mewled, making you moan as well.

He grinned, "Y-you'd like that, hm? M-Mommy, make you a mommy. Make you a mommy so I can show everyone you're mine. Big tits, s-sensitive and leaking with m-milk after I fill you with my cum. Wanna keep you forever, need this pretty pussy forever. Fuck, it cums on command. Hugs me so well, so w-warm and tight and—fuck! Will b-be so good to have, let me fuck whenever, k-keep it and f-fill you up with my cum every day—Fuck!"

"Fuck your cum into me, Channie," you whimpered as his strokes became rapid and short, focusing on his head. "Want it, need you to fill me up. Wanna carry Channie's babies." Your words sent him spiralling.

"Fuck, y/n," he groaned. "Cumming, cumming. Inside—mmh! Gotta f-fill my princess—ah!" As his cum poured into you and his cock plunged deep, kissing your cervix. Your body convulsed and offered one last orgasm. You sobbed as you came, your cum mixing with his deep inside you.

"I cum," you whispered, "cum on Chris' cock, j-just as he likes." Chan laughed as he hugged you from behind, gripping your tummy, hips, thighs, and tits softly.

"Just how I like it," he murmured. "M-milking me dry, squeezing me with as you cream around my c-cock with your greedy cunt." He hummed into your ear, hips steadily rocking back and forth as he fell into bliss with the way his cum and your pussy felt around him. Once he was satisfied, he maneuvered you so you were able to lay down on the bed with him behind you. All the while, he was still deep inside you, a mixture of your cum trickling down both of your thighs.

"God, I love you, love your pussy, love you, so much," he mumbled as he rubbed your back, still buried in you.

"Chan..." you could barely respond. Yet, if you could, you would say you loved him, too. It was the first time he had said it, and he was buried in your full pussy. It wasn't the most romantic way of saying it, but it was memorable. God, was it memorable.

He stroked your tummy yet continued to hum, as if he were lulling you to sleep while trying to keep you awake simultaneously. It was as if he wanted to stay in this moment forever, perpetually buried in you and in absolute ecstasy.

"C'mon, love," he murmured after bringing himself dow, "let's take a bath. Get you cleaned up."

---

It was dark now and you lay silently on the fresh sheets that Chris had put on your bed. He had also blown out all the candles that were all practically puddles of wax. It was the late hours of the night, the kind of late where if you were to stay up a bit longer, you might be able to see the beginnings of the sunrise. Chan and you were about to go to bed. You cuddled together, him flat on his back and you laying partially on top of him. The air smelled the same as you: you had used the same body wash, the same lotion, and now laid on the clean soft linens of your bed. His chest beat slowly and rose to the rhythm of his gentle breaths.

"Do you think it'll work?" His voice was so soft, barely a whisper, yet it filled the whole room.

"What are you talking about?" You asked quietly, slightly fearing what he meant.

"Us? Our relationship?" Before you could panic, Chan began to elaborate. "If we are always trying to be the giver and not the receiver, how will there ever be a balance? Not like a... hierarchy, because fuck that." His words made you giggle, and you could feel a smile grow on his face as well before it faded with the next words he spoke. "But, still... I mean, we're both the ones who want to please the other. So... do you think we'll work out?"

You thought for a moment. With your head on Chan's chest, you swore you could feel his heart skip a beat as he awaited your response. Yet, he was joyous to see, through in the little light that played in the dark room, a delicate smile play on your face.

"I don't think it would be like a competition," you said slowly with almost a giggle in your voice. "I think that if we are always trying to be the giver, and always trying to be the one who pleases, then there would just be... a lot more love, you know? Always trying to make the other happy while still maintaining good boundaries, understandings, our own desires, needs... then, I think we'd be fine."

You glanced up at Chan, and through the darkness saw the faint glimmer of pride, love, and adoration in his eye.

"We would have created a house of love, not contempt."

You loved him back.

"I think we'll be okay," you finished. "We will work out. We'll be okay."

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In the Hands of Two | Bang Chan 방찬

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Chan was grateful for Y/N gifting such strong feelings, but at some point it became unbearable to carry them alone.

Warning: friends to lovers

Requested: yes

Word Count: 1 510

Author’s Note:  I miss describing emotions and deep thoughts of characters, so this one is rather special. I hope you'll like it ♡ Remember, your engagement helps so-so much!

To love someone… was it a blessing or a curse? Chan couldn’t exactly figure it out. The guy was grateful for Y/N gifting him such emotions. The feeling like everything was possible, like he could do it all at once and never get tired. He genially was happy to finally go through something that he only read and fantasised about before, and Chan could bet his life that it was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced. However, even the most perfect things tended to have their “buts”. In fact, the “but” was a big one, the size of Seoul’s skyscrapers — Y/N was his friend. The constant thought of that fact made Chan’s heart fall on the ground and never come back to a normal beat. How could he mess up so much? It was the most basic and trivial rule the guy shouldn’t have broken, yet, he did. 

Chan couldn’t exactly recall the moment when he realised he fell for her completely. It was happening gradually and then collapsed to the idol suddenly, with all the weight of those unbearable feelings. Funny how love could be so easy when was held by two, and how heavy it was once it was in the hands of only one person. 

The guy’s mood was swinging worse than seesaws he used to like so much as a child. One morning he’d be determined to spill everything out, beg Y/N for forgiveness and maybe for a little chance. Another sleepless night Chan would scold himself for being such an idiot, for overlooking the time when he still could stop himself. As if it was possible to control the feelings… As if it was just a silly anger or nerves, tickling the stomach. The problem of love was that it consisted of all feelings at once. Happiness, pain, fear, joy… The guy looked at her eyes and believed he could fly. Another second, when she wasn’t smiling at him but someone else, the feeling was eating him up like worms on a fresh grave. 

Chan couldn’t control his emotions. He’d hate himself for snapping at his members simply because Y/N suddenly paid a bit more attention to them than him. The guy would hate the fact that she was his friend, and that he was so blind in the beginning, when they first met. If he had known it’d be that way, he’d confess right away, avoiding the stupid friend zone. However, all those thoughts of the past didn’t make things any better or easier. The past was the past, and Chan, unfortunately, couldn’t change it.

Could he change the future, though? Could he actually make another dream of his come true? After all, the guy knew how determined he was, always being able to get what he wanted. With the career, no matter how hard it was, the musician usually — well, most of the time — knew which direction to follow. With Y/N it was completely different, and the guy was lost. He used to believe that he liked taking risks, and yet, when it was coming to the confession, his whole body would go numb just thinking of it. 

It became sort of a tradition to be occupied with that mess in his head, days and nights; even when the girl was around. Or especially when she was around. It was harder to keep a secret, and it felt as if Chan was going to burst up any second. 

"Coffee," he smiled and placed a cup of latte with coconut syrup on a table, next to Y/N. The guy felt ridiculous for being so whipped for her, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

"Thank you. Are you reading my mind?" the girl looked up at the friend and smiled. Chan had always been rather attentive, so such gestures were not exactly surprising, however, they did become more frequent recently.

At that moment Chan was ready to give everything to read Y/N mind, indeed. Just to know if she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. Or at least if she liked him not just as a friend. He wished he could read her mind…

"Not exactly, I just know you well enough," the guy grinned and took a seat next to her, trying to look as casual as it was possible. Chan couldn’t stop smiling, though, once Y/N’s pretty lips touched the edge of the cardboard cup carefully. She tasted the drink, trying to figure out the flavour of the syrup, and he wished the girl could know how adorable she looked. With her he started to dream more. In fact… what was stopping him to let Y/N now how wonderful she was?

"You’re so pretty," the guy suddenly mumbled. Once the words left his mouth, the idol couldn’t believe he really said it.

Y/N, though, just smiled again and friendly petted Chan’s shoulder.

"You’re always so nice to me."

The musician was ready to scream. No, he needed to scream. To hell with the voice, he needed to let it all out, otherwise he’d just explode. 

"Right," was his only reply. The guy’s ears turned red, and he looked at the screen of his laptop, trying to concentrate on a song. Y/N joined him in the studio that day to be the first listener of a demo. Most of the time Chan’s head was full of music, but at that moment he didn’t feel so creative.

The guy sighed heavily and stood up sharply, starting to walk back and forth and trying to reason himself – he needed to calm down.

"Chan, what’s wrong?" Y/N chuckled, although wasn’t sure if it was okay to laugh. No matter how cute the friend looked, she could read anxiety on his face, too.

The idol suddenly stopped and simply spilled out, staring at Y/N.

"Would you finally acknowledge my feelings for you if I kiss you right now? You’re so bad at taking hints," he growled, getting angry at Y/N, at himself, at basically the whole situation he happened to be in. 

"What?" Y/N blinked, and the heart skipped its beat. She was staring back at Chan and couldn’t believe her ears. Literally, as once the words of confession were uttered, it became very noisy, her ears were ringing.

"I like you, Y/N," Chan whined, throwing hands up to the ceiling, being simply desperate.

He couldn’t keep it to himself anymore, he simply couldn’t. "If she was going to scream at me or ask how could I, how could I break the basic rule of the friendship," he thought. "So be it." It was worth it all. One more day with that huge secret in his heart, and he’d go crazy. 

However, once he let it out, a wave of fear covered the guy from top to bottom. He messed up again, maybe even more than before.

"Y/N…"

"Chan…"

"No-no… I’m really sorry. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have," the guy squatted down in front of Y/N and covered her palms with his. "Please, just forget it. Just forget it, we still can be friends and–"

"I don’t want to," the girl interrupted, looking in the eyes.

"You don’t?…" Chan mumbled, and his face became paler than usual.

"I don’t want to be just friends," Y/N continued quietly and broke the touch only to change the position of their hands and to cover his palms with hers instead. "I like you, too," she whispered, feeling how everything was shaking inside. Only after saying the truth, Y/N realised that she wasn’t even looking at Chan, being too nervous.

"You do?…" they guy echoed after some time, as if wasn’t sure if he heard her right. Then his lips stretched in a wide smile. "God, I’m such an idiot. I freaked out… Y/N," he giggled anxiously. Chan couldn’t believe that it was real; that finally the love for her wasn’t so heavy. Cause she took the part in her hands, too…

"I was scared, too," Y/N admitted. "We were always… close, but I know how career is important to you, and I didn’t… think… us, being more than friends, would be possible."

"It is. It is possible," Chan hurried up to reassure, looking at her eyes. "Can I kiss you?" he almost whispered, feeling the warmth spreading all over his body.

The only one regret the guy had was not being brave enough to tell Y/N everything earlier. The fear and worries were long gone, as if he had never experienced it at all. Funny how things could be easily forgotten. Not the feelings, though. They stay in the hearts until the very end.

"You threatened me with it twice today, but still didn’t do it," she teased him, but not for too long. Another second the guy took a seat next to Y/N and, pulling her closer, simply pressed the lips against hers in a tender kiss. 

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thorns ⋆ caesar zeppeli

part one

content & warnings: fem!reader, canon compliant, joseph is a childhood friend, speedwagon is reader’s adoptive father, fluff, smut (virginity loss) mdni & happy ending

author’s note: reupload LAWL also dis fanart fye af ALSOOO part one of this was my very first fic on this blog? (meaning the smut was terrible) time flies fr bc i legit remember in january every time i came on here it was like an echo chamber of me talking to myself, my page was hideous asf, fic layouts raggedy now i’ve made so much good mutuals n memories ☹️ eee but weirdly enough i actually prefer the older fics compared to my latest ones.

word count: 6.7k

You were bored beyond your mind.

And you've been bored since those two had taken off for their Hamon training. You'd lost track of time.

Speedwagon drops by here and there, but he's always busy regardless.

You can't do anything about it. It's been an endless cycle of sunbathing at the hotel's pool, getting hit on by random guests, and mustering poor Italian to say you don't speak the language with a thank you but no thank you.

Today, you decided to do things differently and sit in the living room of the suite and quietly settle down with a book.

But you started to feel fidgety and restless. Usually, you had a good attention span when it came to reading. It was your favorite thing to do. However, you catch yourself reminiscing a lot about the day you had spent with Caesar.

Hell, you'd even put up with Caesar and Joseph's incessant bickering since the silence was driving you up the wall.

Caesar.

You found yourself daydreaming about him more often than you should.

It was bad enough that the man was so devastatingly gorgeous he'd make a nun rethink her vows but to have felt his hands on your body, those forest green eyes that gazed at you with adoration and warmth.

"Y/N!" You hear a familiar resolute voice boom, dragging you out of your slightly crude thoughts.

While Speedwagon had been a lot more stressed resulting in his jolly manner withering slightly, you could see he was returning to his old self once again. "My sunshine!"

"Ew, I have not heard that nickname in nearly a decade, let's keep it that way." You snarked as he bustled towards you.

"What happened to my little girl, huh?" He countered.

"Life. Anyways, you seem to be in an awfully good mood. Care to enlighten me?"

"I noticed how reclusive you've become since Jojo's departure-"

"What-"

"I noticed how reclusive you've become since Jojo's departure-"

"What-"

"So I took the liberty of getting you an invite to Caesar and Jojo's mentor's home. Usually, they are a pretty private person but you know me!"

"Yep, the man, the legend himself, Robert E.O Speedwagon." You grinned as you reached up to clasp his shoulder.

"Dad to you." He chastised.

Soon enough, a tall, elegant woman with dark brown hair that cascaded past her shoulders, eyes blue as the ocean, and fair skin that looked like porcelain greeted you and Speedwagon.

They exchanged pleasantries. It seemed like they knew each other well.

She turned to focus on you with her piercing gaze as if she were analysing you.

"Ah, you must be Speedwagon's daughter. He doesn't know how to shut up about you." She snickered as she put a hand on her hip. You looked at Speedwagon who shook his head.

"Nice to meet you." You said, with a polite smile.

"I can't possibly begin to imagine how a timid thing like you was dealing with Joseph for that long." She said, with a brow raised.

"On the contrary." Speedwagon interjected. "She developed a venomous tongue being stuck with him for so long."

"What?! No, I haven't-"

"Lies."

As you followed after the woman, whose stride maintained grace and elegance, she described the grand manor but you knew she was withholding pretty big information. however, you knew better than to pry.

"Suzi Q!" She called out, and a young lady bounded towards her, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yes, Madam Lisa Lisa?"

"This is Y/N, she'll be our guest for the day so cater to her. I have business elsewhere to take care of but I'll be back tomorrow morning. Is that alright?" She told the lady who nodded enthusiastically.

"Go ahead Madam, I'll take good care of the house. Just leave it to me!" Suzi affirmed.

"I'll show you around, then we can have lunch!" She smiled at you.

"So...you're friends of Jojo and Caesar?" She asked as you walked with her side by side.

"Well, I met Caesar fairly recently.." You muttered, butterflies bursting in your stomach as you remembered the day you spent with him as well as your daydreams. "And Jojo has been by my side for some years now. How are you finding them?"

"Oh." Suzi gasped. "I guess I don't talk to them much since I'm occupied with errands..."

"But Caesar is a sweetheart! Jojo seems moody around him but he's sorta eye candy." She giggled, cheeks dusted with pink.

You snorted to yourself.

You saw many girls crush on Joseph throughout the years. In the beginning, he was pretty oblivious, and still in the childhood mindset of "yucky".

Then you became adolescents and he didn't retain any of the famous gentlemanly charm of his grandfather's that Speedwagon and Erina gushed about.

He then morphed into the textbook stereotype pervert who made jokes about being a Peeping Tom and panty raids. But you were both in your early twenties now, so you hoped he'd grown out of that.

As cynical as you were.

"Well, a sweet girl like you is too good for him." You stated as you sat at the tea table adorned with doilies on the balcony, which overlooked the glimmering, turquoise sea.

"Hey! I don't like him or anything!" She quipped, defensive.

"My bad." You responded with hands in the air. "Your body language seems to be telling a different story though." You teased as soon as she was out of earshot.

She brought a tray with a large jug of lemonade and ice with some small bite-sized snacks and conversed with you.

Small talk usually seemed tedious but with Suzi Q's eccentric and ditzy demeanor, it was lively, to say the least.

You returned the vigor and asked her about working for Lisa Lisa, which she didn't have much to say other than she was grateful.

"OI! TEACH, WHERE ARE YOU?!" A voice called out. In swaggered none other than Joseph, who froze and did a double take when he saw you sat opposite Suzi.

"Jojo..!" Suzi tittered. "How many times do I have to tell you to refer to Madam Lisa Lisa formally?!"

"Gah! What is she doing here?!" Jojo exclaimed as he gestured towards you.

"Hello to you too, Jojo." You responded, wryly. It was almost as if he liked to act dense on purpose.

"She's a guest! And you better show some manners." Suzi said, firmly.

"Or what?" Joseph questioned, a smirk on his face.

"Ignore him."

"Where's Caesar?" You asked. You purposely asked now to get under Joseph's skin but you were curious nonetheless.

"Oh...I haven't seen him today." She said. "I wish I could help."

"Don't worry. You've been a gracious host." You reassured her as you reached out to pat her shoulder.

"Typical. She visits and doesn't even check on me." Joseph said, scathingly.

"You just got here, you numbskull." You said, haughtily as you elbowed his side. As you and Suzi sat opposite each other on the round, small table, Joseph had been looming over the two of you.

"I just think you just like to compete with Caesar over everything." You snapped.

Suzi burst into hysterics.

"Oh my god, how did I not notice that before?" She cackled. "Even at dinner, he tries to finish first!"

"Suzi!" Joseph called out. "Why are you telling her that...?!"

"Just an observation." Suzi responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

It was a ridiculous sight, a six-foot-five man sulking like a toddler. Which made it all the more funnier.

"How's training for...whatever." You asked, turning to face Joseph in your chair.

"None of your business!" He retorted.

"Forget I even asked."

"It's super secret Hamon business. Non-Hamon users aren't allowed to know." He continued.

"I got it the first time." You said, drily.

"Yep, powerless humans have no jurisdiction in this-"

"WE GET IT!" You and Suzi both exclaimed in unison, then stared at each other wide-eyed. The surreality of it made the two of you double over in laughter.

"So you two bond over bullying me?!" He cried out.

You stood up from the seat to reach out a hand to pinch his cheek which was an arduous task in itself with how chiseled his face was, but you still managed to tug on some skin causing him to yelp out in pain.

"What's the matter? I thought powerless humans-"

"Okay, okay, I apologise! Let go." He whined and you obliged.

"Your boyfriend is on the rooftop. I beat him." He said triumphantly with a smug look on his face.

"Oh, I'm sure you did." You drawled. "Does Jojo want a cookie?" causing Suzi to snort.

"Your venom-laced tongue will not take away from my achievement, harpy!"

You hooked your fingers to replicate a claw and did a slashing motion as you hissed. Then turned on your heel to head to the rooftop.

"Be gone!" He called out.

You made your way up onto the rooftop as the sunset. The sky was painted with magnificent shades of oranges and yellows.

It was a familiar setting when you had approached him on the balcony at the hotel which seemed like forever ago.

He sat with one leg stretched out, the other knee bent.

"Hello, stranger." You grinned. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

He choked out your name.

"What are you doing here? I thought-"

For a split second, it seemed as if he was scrambling to discreetly dispose of the cigarette, much to no avail.

"You smoke?" You spoke up.

He gave you a sheepish look.

"Bad habit of mine.." He muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck. "It comes and goes. More so when I'm stressed."

"Can't be good for you." You remarked. "But you didn't need to try and hide it from me, I don't judge."

He snorted.

"Yeah, I guess that was pretty foolish of me. I shouldn't tell you but I asked Jojo about you here and there since you two are childhood friends. He's not the best I know but I missed you a lot. He said you're pretty uppity and picky about things. And hate the smell of cigarettes."

"That Jojo.." You mumbled under your breath. "Well, what's wrong with having standards?" You said, a little irritated as you folded your arms.

"Nothing, nothing!" Caesar chuckled, his eyes curled up into crescents as he held out his palms.

"You can ask me anything you want to know about me. Don't ask that idiot." You said, airily.

"Next time. When this is all over I want to know all about you." He said, adamantly. He seemed so serious, your heart swelled a bit.

You cleared your throat.

"I missed you too." You said. "There's not much to do at the hotel, most people would be grateful to be at a five-star hotel in Rome but I'm bored. I miss my tour guide."

"Yeah, maybe after all this I'll go into tourism or something." He snickered.

"Oh, absolutely not. All those women would be drooling over you, not paying attention to a word you gotta say about the tourist attractions."

"Hmm?" Caesar raised a brow. "Do I hear a hint of jealousy?"

You spluttered in disbelief.

"No! And I'll have you know back at the hotel I have a lot of admirers too." You responded.

"So now I have to fight for your affection?" He questioned.

"No way." You said, rather earnestly.

"I'm all about you, Caesar." You thought to yourself but didn't dare to utter those words aloud.

"Why are you stressed out?" You changed the subject, eyes boring into his.

"Huh?"

"You said you smoke when you're stressed, so.."

"I've been thinking a lot. More than I usually do. I didn't know you were coming to visit but when I saw you I had some foreign feeling of anxiety. I never feel anxious around women."

You bit your tongue. You hoped he wasn't going to start talking about other women. Otherwise, that dimwit Joseph was going to be right. And you wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Caesar, don't say it." You snorted.

"What was I going to say?"

You did your best attempt at a husky male voice.

"But you're not like other women."

He stared at you stunned for a moment, jaw slack.

"...But why not?" He asked, with a stifled laugh.

"Well, it's just sloppy."

"But what if that's how I feel about you?"

"That I'm not like other women? I am like other women. I want to be loved. I want to be acknowledged. I want the man I have feelings for, to be honest and vulnerable with me."

His eyes darkened. He rose from where he sat and stood directly in front of you. Towering over you. So close, his fragrance like the ocean wafted to your nose. So close, you could see the texture of his skin.

"What has being honest ever gotten anybody, Y/N? People use it to their advantage and against you." He responded, in a scornful tone.

You winced a little.

There were the walls he built up. You remember that day again. Where he laughed it off. But you and Caesar were only twenty. He spent his early years suffering abandonment and neglect.

"So you think going around being so shielded is beneficial to you, Caesar? Yeah, it's daunting to open up to anybody. That fear of betrayal will be there but once you do, it's unlike anything in this world. If anything, it makes intimacy so much better."

He was at a loss for words. He turned away again, to face out towards the sunset.

"We are going to a private island, tomorrow tonight. Most of Lisa Lisa's students never make it back. I don't doubt my skills whatsoever but I'm...thinking of those who came before me."

It was your turn to remain silent as you listened.

"I need to avenge my family."

There was a lot that you wanted to say to Caesar. But his voice was full of a lot of things.

Resolve, determination, anguish but the largest component of them all was fury.

Speedwagon had given you very little information on what exactly Caesar and Joseph were doing. You knew it linked to his abduction and the work of the Speedwagon Foundation.

But he said the less you knew the better. The last thing anybody wanted was for you to be entangled, especially considering you had little to no combat skills.

"If that's what you feel like you must do...then go ahead."

"What, you're not going to advise me against it? Tell me it's pointless and it's suicide?"

"I can't...change your mind on something you feel so strongly about." You stated.

"Y/N!" You heard Suzi call out. "Your driver is here!"

"Okay, I'm coming!" you called back out to her.

"Well, that's me." you said to Caesar. "It's a shame we didn't get to spend too long together."

"Why can't you stay longer...?" He questioned.

"I said I'd go back. So.."

"But an hour with Caesar feels like seconds." bounced in your mind as you sat in the backseat of the car.

"Is something the matter, Miss?" The chauffeur asked, catching a glimpse of your worried expression in the rearview mirror.

"I need to do something, I'll be right back." You said, hurriedly as you pushed the car door open. You shut it and began to rush towards the building you had just left.

As you hurried with a million thoughts running through your head, you cursed yourself for wearing suede pumps.

Caesar squinted his eyes when he saw a familiar figure bounding towards him.

"...Y/N?" Caesar questioned. "What's wrong, oof!-"

He was immediately cut off as you threw yourself onto him. Arms draped around his shoulders, chests flush against each others. You crushed your lips against his own, not knowing the right words.

First, he was frozen.

When you pulled away, you blinked worried that this had been a bad decision.

You should've asked, damn it.

Then it was his turn to envelop your lips with his own and kiss you feverishly as he cradled the sides of your face.

Whilst your kiss had been impulsive, and albeit unskilled. His was beyond passionate.

Which sent jolts throughout your body and made you groan against his mouth. Undignified to say the least but at that very moment in time you could care less about your image.

It was all him. You couldn't get enough of him.

"I’ll stay over, I don't care if i'm crashing." You sighed.

"I can't bear to be apart from you any longer, Y/N." Caesar said, voice grave as he clasped your hands. "If that makes me greedy, then so be it."

After your little over top scene, you followed back to his room to talk properly once more.

"I want to build something great with you but it scares me thinking I could fall victim to my father and grandfather's tragic fate. I'm not scared of death but to leave you heartbroken would destroy me." Caesar declared, voice wavering.

The entirety of his statement, he didn't take his eyes off of you.

"Stop it." You choked out.

"Stop what?"

"If...you have these feelings for me like the way you say you do then let me make my choice. Don't push me away because you think it's for my own good." You insisted.

"But Y/N..." Caesar groaned.

"Enough Caesar! Damn it, you can't protect everybody. You can't always be there to stop-"

Your rant stopped when you felt him take the hand that was on your lap up to his lips to interlock his fingers with your own and press his lips against the back of your hand.

"You're really adorable when you're angry, you know?" He said, softly as he beamed at you.

Your brows knitted together in frustration. He clearly was used to smooth talking his way out of heated situations. And you hated how this was working as the tips of your ears began to burn.

"Be thankful I have a headache and don't want to argue with you anymore. You’re annoying." You retorted, pulling out of his grasp and standing up from the seat.

"What's the problem, my love? Have you eaten?" He asked, a little concernedly and it dawned on you the last time you'd consumed anything was noon when Suzi brought the tray.

"Drop the pet names-"

"Over my dead body-"

"Caesar." You said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, over my alive body with beautiful formed pecs and-" He paused as you narrowed your eyes at him.

"I ate when I came here." You stated.

"That was almost twelve hours ago, Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed. "Go downstairs, we need to get you dinner stat." He said, ushering you out of the room.

"Caesar!" You protested.

"No ifs and buts about it!"

"You can't just drop statement of the century and expect me to stomach dinner." You grumbled. "And that was nine hours ago, you big baby."

"Key word, almost." He snapped.

Soon enough, you watched Caesar having a civil conversation with Joseph and Suzi across the dining table.

Well, Joseph seemed to be ranting but that was nothing out of the ordinary.

You're four young adults in this giant manor, you're not unruly teenagers.

There isn't this expectation of you guys to wreck Lisa Lisa's estate. Well, unless Suzi wanted to lose her job and Caesar and Joseph wanted their mentor to kick their asses with her advanced level Hamon skills.

Caesar catches you gazing at him, as he swirls around the wine in his cup and in return gives you a wink. A gesture that would normally have you rolling your eyes but instead it makes your heart leap to your throat.

You pulled a face at him and went back to your thoughts as they continued their heated debate. Knowing Suzi for a day, you wish you knew how her brain worked.

Would it really be so wrong to let loose with Caesar? The only person who was making such a big fuss about his player ways was Joseph and you were sure he probably had caught a case of the green eyed monster regarding that.

What would be worst case scenario if you did let yourself be 'seduced' by the man? He was easy on the eyes, and that was putting it lightly.

Though you'd only known each other for a short period of time, there was no denying that he had strong feelings for you and cared about you.

You'd prided yourself on your image as a lady since being adopted. You sneered and turned your nose up at dozens of admirers. Deeming them not good enough for your standards.

There was a particular trait that you held close to your heart. Attentiveness.

You bid all three good night as you made your way to the guest bedroom Suzi showed you, but began to stall in the hallway when you could see Caesar.

It was slightly humiliating how you seemed to be drawn towards him like magnets no matter what. He caught your glance for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night and gestured for you to go towards him.

"Am I that dashing?" He asked with his familiar, cocky grin.

"You know the answer." You snorted.

"You need to rest." He said, tentatively as he reached out a finger to stroke the side of your face.

"Says the one who does rigorous training for days on end." You scoffed.

"My point still stands." He said, firmly. "Sleep."

"How the hell do you even do this thing?!" You muttered under your breath.

"What...are you talking about?" He said, desperately trying to keep in his laughter.

"How the hell do you initiate sex?!" You blurted out, the two last words of the sentence feeling gross in your mouth.

Caesar's eyes immediately widened as he stared at you, absolutely dumbstruck at what came out of your mouth.

"This...this was a bad idea. I’ll go now, forget this ever happened." You said hurriedly as you turned on your head to rush away.

Suddenly, you felt a heavy force yank you in the opposite direction of where you were heading.

"Caesar!" You hissed. "What are you-"

Your body was flush against his own which seemed to add fuel to the uncontrollable inferno that was your humiliation.

He cupped your face tenderly as he chuckled at you.

"I hope you don't go to other people's bedrooms asking how to 'initiate sex.'" He said, a little lowly.

"...No." You responded, lowering your gaze in an attempt to avoid eye contact. He tilted your chin upwards with his forefinger.

"So only for me?" He asked in his honeyed voice.

You were sure he was trying to kill you with this. He had to be.

"...I guess."

"What’s the hurry?" He grinned, then began to usher you into his bedroom this time.

"I just...wanted to do it with somebody I like."

"Hmm? Was Jojo a contender?"

"Caesar." You deadpanned. "Gross."

"Fine, fine. so i'm just an experiment to you?"

"No!" You protested. "That's not, I-"

"I’m just kidding, cara mia." He snickered.

"Pet name-"

"Learn to live with it." He interjected. "I guess there's no solid rulebook of how to initiate sex but I guess the term you meant was how to make a move." He said imitating your voice causing you to shove him.

"But what made you decide that?"

"I’ve abided by rules all this time and quite honestly this entire trip made me realize its just held me back." You stated.

"And quite honestly, I'm crazy about you Caesar Zeppeli." You thought to yourself.

You swallowed thickly as caesar leaned closer and closer to mould his lips against yours. The only sound in the room was him lewdly smacking your lips which made you hum slightly.

He smelt so pleasant. He always had this aroma of sea salt and and soapy bubbles. It wafted to your nose and entranced you.

He ran his nose against your neck causing you to shiver.

"Caesar...I-"

"What is it?" He asked, voice barely an octave as his lush lips gently made a trail upwards from your collarbone to your jawline.

"I'm just nervous...that I won't be good at this at all.." You stuttered.

He pulled away from his ministrations to make intense eye contact with you, and somehow his eyes piercing deep into yours seemed even more intimate than him suckling on your neck a few seconds ago.

"Y/N, there's no such thing about being good at intimacy." He said, voice slightly firm.

"...Huh?"

"If you’re worried that you won't be able to make me feel good, well that's just not possible. You letting me touch and feel you is all I need, you understand?"

"...Caesar." You breathed out, shakily.

You hated this.

You hated how much he could reduce you to a nervous, bumbling mess. You were a woman with thoughts and intellect. But a conversation with Caesar would always leave your mind blank.

"I'll take the lead, okay? Don't feel any pressure. And if you don't want this I’m more than willing to stop-"

"No!" You blurted out, instantly regretting it. His eyes widened. "No. I want this, I want you. I’d be a fool to let this chance go, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long."

"Well, I'm truly honoured. And I would do anything to make you happy." He said, gently as he curled his index finger and gently stroked it against your cheek.

He reached out to take your hand in his own, and brought it to his lips as he gazed at you intently.

"So..will you let be your first?"

"Yes. Please, Caesar."

And with that, you were hauled onto his lap with absolute ease from his end. He began to undress you, unzipping your dress. You pulled it over your head, tossing it to the ground.

Revealing your black, lacy bra, you felt your cheeks heat up as he took in the sight.

You were half naked, and you were soon going to be shed of all garments soon, which caused a pang of nervousness. You tensed slightly, which caesar immediately noticed.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes..I should probably help you out of your clothes too.." You tittered as your hands hesitantly reached the hem of his tight pastel blue t-shirt.

He let out a chuckle.

"See, you worried for nothing. You know what you're doing. Just, follow your instincts. Whatever you want to do, I’m sure I’ll enjoy."

You simply blinked at him.

You pondered, there was one thing you'd always wanted to do since laying eyes on him.

Your hands began to skim across his well defined abdominals, then paused at his pectorals, cupping them. They were so cushy, you wanted to giggle.

He let out a snort, finding you absolutely adorable. Your thumb circled his nipple, making him hiss a little.

"Sorry! Did that hurt?!" You gasped, horrified.

"Y/N, relax...you just caught me off guard." Caesar chortled as he clamped your wrist in an attempt to stop you scuttling off like a scared forest animal.

"Okay...okay."

You draped your free arm around his broad shoulders, and leaned in close to envelop his lips with yours. He reciprocated the gesture, moving against your own.

Your other hand made its way to the back of his head, softly gripping the roots of his blonde locks causing him to groan into your mouth. You massaged his scalp as you felt his large, calloused hand settle on the small of your back.

He licked your bottom lip as if he was requesting entrance and you willingly obliged. You swore you almost lost your balance and toppled over when his warm, wet tongue began to massage your own.

As much as you wanted to go slow, and Caesar by all costs did not want to rush you, the sensations you were experiencing were making you beyond flustered.

Your lower abdomen felt a spring begin to coil and your nether regions by its own accord was beginning to throb.

Pulling away for air, you ran your palms across his biceps and laid down on the pillow. He caged you between his arms, his large figure entrapping you.

He still managed to balance himself where you could feel some of his weight but not the point where you were suffocated.

His hand slowly slid up your arm and interlocked with your fingers.

"I’ve wanted you like this for so long." He murmured between kisses. "Always thinking of you, only you."

"You're killing me here, Caesar." You sighed.

Your body was on fire, tingling everywhere. The man was serious. Ensuring no part of you was left untouched.

Biting and tugging on your ear lobe, which made you squeak and dissolve into giggles. Gliding his tongue against your lower abdominals, maintaining eye contact which made you need him even more.

Kissing your neck, the tops of your breasts, hand running up and down your back. He was everywhere and it was perfect. You were losing yourself in this moment with Caesar.

"Sit up." He said, voice assertive and you wordlessly obliged.

His hands slid to undo your bra. It was long time coming but he knew you were shy.

Being naked in front of him felt beyond daunting but he had put so much effort in comforting you and putting your arousal first it seemed pointless in shying away.

The bra clattered onto your lap, then he dashed it onto the floor. He pushed you back down again and began to tenderly plant kisses on your right breast as his hand kneaded the left one.

Your back immediately arched and you let out a gasp. You knew your breasts were sensitive but having a him touching and kissing them was in a different ball park.

Minutes of attention from Caesar's end felt like hours and you felt damp stickiness cling to the fabric of your underwear as well as how hard he was which he seemed to be ignoring.

He pulled away from what was the dozenth kiss, strings of saliva connecting the two of you as he gazed at you, eyes blown with lust.

"I'm gonna go get...protection." He said, voice deeper than you've ever heard. Usually Caesar's voice was light and airy.

He reached over to the bedside table then suddenly yanked the covers away.

"Sorry, I just need to see..."

"Jesus." He said in awe after he pulled down your underwear and flung it across the room.

"...What?"

"No, I just did a good job I suppose." He chuckled darkly.

"Not his cocky side coming out during sex." You thought to yourself. Well it was fine, it made him sexier.

He pried your legs open and slowly inserted one finger into your warmth. The pad of his thumb began to trace circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves which caused you to jerk.

You let out a pathetic mewl at the feeling. It was overwhelming to say the least. And the longer he wasn't inside of you, the more torturous it felt.

"Caesar, please." You said, nearly in tears.

"What's the problem?" He asked, feigning ignorance.

"I want you so bad, please."

"Hearing you beg is cute, but I won't tease you any longer. You poor thing." He snorted as he yanked off his own underwear and lined himself against you.

Your eyes widened as he pushed himself into your plush, velvety walls and stretched you out. You'd never felt this feeling before.

"...Fuck." Caesar grunted against your ear, warm breath tickling the shell. You let out another gasp as he began to thrust slowly.

"Sorry for cursing..." He said in a strangled tone. "But you feel so fucking good.."

Your hands flew to grip against the bare skin of his broad shoulders and your nails anchored into the flesh of his skin.

You winced at the ache.

"Caesar, it hurts.." You whined.

"I know...just breathe, okay? It’s...gonna fade away, darling i promise." He murmured.

Meeting your lips once again, in an attempt to soothe the pain.

He began to pick up his pace before you said anything. It was almost as if he could read your mind.

Your right hand trailed up to settle on the nape of his neck and entangled your fingers in his hair.

"God, you're perfect.." He choked out. "Are you close?"

You nodded without hesitation.

"I'm..."

You hated how dazed you were throughout it all. You were reduced to some sort of babbling mess who couldn't even string coherent sentences together.

The feeling came in waves, the way his hips rolled deliciously against you was the final push and a cry tore from your throat as your body went limp.

Caesar came close, seconds apart from you as he let out strangled gasps and buried his face into your neck.

"Thank you for making me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world." You said, shyly.

"Why would you thank me, beauty? You shouldn't need me to feel that." He said, firmly as he tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and leaned in to give a long, languid kiss which ignited your insides again.

You pushed him away with a hand on his chest as you laughed.

Hs looked a little surprised at the shove.

"You're too much for me." You sighed happily.

"Is that so?" He murmured as he pulled your face in with a hand and enveloped your top lip.

"Yep!" You nodded, giggles taking over.

"Bye Caesar, bye Jojo!" You chirped happily out from the back seat as the windows were rolled down. "Thank you for everything, Suzi!"

"No problem at all!" She called out, beaming.

Joseph turned his nose up at you, Caesar gave a wave as your car began to drive off.

"I have never seen her so...over the moon." Joseph stated, arms folded. He turned to Caesar.

"You happy?" He said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Caesar responded, pulling a face.

"I'm sure the whole neighborhood could hear you two."

"Don't tell her that, I'm sure she'll tear her hair out." Caesar sighed as he shook his head.

"...You better treat her right, you know." Joseph said, voice frosty.

"She means the world to me, Jojo. The day I mistreat her is the day I’ve lost my senses." He said firmly, emerald eyes stormy. "I want to marry her when we get back."

"Not if I get married first!" Joseph exclaimed.

Caesar wrinkled his nose at Joseph and walked away from him.

"Caesar, come back! I was only joking! You better let me be your groomsman then!" Joseph said as he chased up to Caesar and attempted to headlock him.

Caesar tried to maintain a face in disgust as he squirmed away from Joseph’s grip but a smile tugged at his lips, regardless.

Twelve years later

You leaned against the doorway of your kitchen after you kicked off your heels in the hallway.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" You grinned.

"Who would've thought my wife would become a cornball, huh?" Caesar chuckled.

"You definitely rubbed off on me." You sighed as he placed the pot on a dormant stove and pulled you in for a hug.

"How dare you? I’m furtherest thing from corny!" He cried out, causing you to snicker.

"How's work? You tired?" He asked, softly.

"I can't remember a time where I wasn't tired.." You laughed as you rested your head against his chest.

"My poor baby.." He tutted as he swayed you side to side. You felt his palms begin to slide downwards to the curve of your backside.

"I just knew there was an ulterior motive to this hug." You snickered then gasped loudly as he pinched the flesh causing you to jolt.

"Mmh, you know I can't get enough of you." He said lowly, as he rested his forehead against yours. He trailed open mouth kisses along the column of your throat, sending shudders down your spine.

"Caesar.." you sighed against his lips.

"Yes, my love?"

"You know...we have guests...soon...we can't..." You murmured between his constant kisses.

"You don't think I know?" He chuckled, then released you from his firm grip. "I'll lay off for now, but I'm holding you to that later."

"If I'm even awake.." You muttered, out of his earshot.

You heard a familiar pounding from the stairs as the little boy bounded towards you.

"Mommy! I missed you!" The boy exclaimed as he draped his arms around your neck.

"Hi baby! I missed you even more!" You cooed as you showered your beloved son with kisses. "What did you do today? Tell me, tell me!"

"Cleaned my room for Holly!" He said, triumphantly.

"That's my good boy!" You grinned.

"Hey!" Caesar pouted. "How come Daddy doesn't get this type of response...?"

"Cos you're home all the time, duh!" Your son retorted.

"Oh, he got you good." You cackled as you threw your head back.

"Whatever." Caesar muttered as he went back to preparing food.

"What time did Suzi say they were coming over again?" You asked.

"Like six-ish. Joseph's work schedule is a nightmare." Caesar stated. The doorbell rang.

"Speak of the devil, huh?"

"I'm gonna go to my room! I can't wait to show Holly my new toys!" He said excitedly.

"Okay honey! Have fun!" You said as he zoomed back up the stairs.

You opened the door to see Suzi, Joseph and their little girl at your door step. You and Suzi immediately hugged each other and squealed with delight seeing each other after so long.

Joseph had an indifferent attitude seeing you but warmed up when he set eyes on Caesar. You ushered the trio in immediately.

"Ah! There's my big girl!" Caesar grinned as he swooped Holly in his arms and twirled her around.

"Faster, faster!" Holly cried out.

"Nope, I need you to not hurl before you eat dinner tonight." Caesar remarked after he set her down and ruffled her hair.

"I wanna go again! I won't puke, seriously." She protested as she stomped her foot.

"She's real spoiled nowadays." Suzi giggled.

"Takes after her father, I suppose." You stated as you shot Joseph a look.

"Hmph. Where's Julian?" Joseph asked with his arms folded, referring to your son.

"In his room, Holly you can go play with him upstairs if you want!" You said, changing your tone. "He's been excited to see you ever since I said you were coming over this morning."

"I wanna see him too! Okay, Auntie Y/N!"

"Make sure to come downstairs when I call you guys." Caesar stated.

"Uh huh, Uncle Caesar I promise!" Holly grinned as she bolted to julian's room.

"What kind of nerdy name is Julian?" Joseph remarked.

"Kiss my ass, Joseph."

"Y/N." Caesar hissed through gritted teeth.

"What? We go through this every time, the kids are nearly ten for god's sake."

"Einstein here wanted to name him Julius but I thought that would put a target on his back for bullies so I opted for the normal one." You shrugged.

"Whatever." Caesar snorted. "I'm sure with a name like Julius he would've gone on to great things."

"Not a great ending though." Suzi stated, earning an eerie silence from the three adults. "...What?"

Everybody burst into hysterics at the morbid statement. In true Suzi Q fashion she blinked at everybody's reaction but joined in the laughter nonetheless.

Things were a little frosty between you and Joseph since you worked for his rivals in at an estate agency but you both still retained deep care and love for each other. Despite Joseph's pettiness.

Caesar had connections with the Speedwagon Foundation and worked alongside Joseph if there was any bizarre going on in the world but he mostly stayed at home and did the upkeep since you were so busy all the time.

But he was planning on opening restaurants and café's across town just like his beloved maternal figure had done.

Your children attended different schools but still were close and spent free time together.

It was hard to believe this was the future you were living. With both Caesar and Joseph being missing and gravely injured that year, you would've never thought you'd be having dinner dates and living in marital bliss.

There was ups and downs of course, but Caesar had made a specific vow to you that he intended to follow through no matter what.

That he would do anything to keep that smile on your face.

author’s note: yes i made caesar a malewife 😭

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Welcome to the Kingdom | Jeno

Chapter Seven: Wildest dreams

Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au! Word count: 2239 Genre: slow burn, smut Author: maari Warnings: MINORS DNI!! Mentions of masturbation and wet dreams. Note: IT'S HERE!!!! Well, I have to say that the dream I described it's something that I actually dreamed with Jeno so yeAH BYE short chapter because I kept you waiting too long, sorry! Summary: The princess and Jeno begin their truce at last, and wet dreams accompany them as well.

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The princess angrily dried her own hair as she looked into the mirror.

As soon as she arrived completely wet in the room, the first thing she did was take a shower and she rubbed her loofah so hard on her body that she didn't know how she hadn't taken off three layers of skin.

And it's all because of Jeno, that idiot.

In her head, she cursed and beat the boy in every possible way.

She tried to get the scene out of her mind as the hot water splashed on her head but it was no use. It was true that Jeno had the power to make her heart beat faster but it was hateful!

As soon as she turned off the dryer, she took a deep breath, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She could no longer give up, falling for Jeno's tricks.

That wasn't why she had come to his kingdom, to indulge in his stupid jokes and show him how much he affected her.

No, she was the future queen. She needed to control herself!

And she would, even if she later had to find a bag of sand to punch until she exhausted her strength.

She needed to draw confidence from where she knew it would come so she turned her gaze to the dresser where she'd kept her clothes.

There was no faster way to gain confidence than that.

She wasn't going to dress casually like before, she was going to dress like a real princess. That's why she chose a dress a little below the knee, in a cream tone with transparent tulle sleeves with a V-neck, the dress marked her waist very well and, simple as it was, it was also elegant.

It was exactly what she needed, she wasn't going to ask her stylist or anyone else on her team for help for two reasons: she liked to get ready by herself once in a while, it was nice to do something for herself without having lots of people around her at all over, and because she had brought the team to set it up for official events only.

Dinner with the Lee family wasn't something that required glamor, although she wanted to clean up her "anti-social" image, she could do it herself.

She just brushed her hair and did a simple makeup, just to disguise her tired face and wore black high heel sandals, she took a few deep breaths before leaving the room.

As she walked through the corridors of the castle she felt her stomach turn with anxiety but she had a confidence that she didn't know where it had come from but was enjoying it, she didn't want to show nervousness to anyone and when arrived in the dining room, she had to hold back her laughter when saw the Lee family looking completely shocked, waiting for dinner to be served.

They certainly hadn't expected her to come.

“Y/N, what a great surprise!” Taeyong spoke, smiling slightly and getting up from his chair to greet her, being followed by the other family members.

Y/N smiled politely and greeted them too, going to the nearest chair and thanked mentally for Haechan being on the side and the Queen on the other, but the happiness quickly passed when she realized that Jeno and Mark sat on the other side right in front of her. But she just lifted her chin, trying not to show how that had affected her.

“I apologize for not joining you for dinner the last few times, I wasn’t feeling well.” she spoke in a friendly tone, looking at Taeyong who indicated for her to sit down.

He did the same and everyone else followed.

“We are happy to be able to enjoy your company now.” the queen replied, placing a hand on her shoulder quickly and the princess smiled gratefully.

“Apparently not just enjoy.” Haechan spoke quietly, averting his head so that only the princess could hear and it worked, as she looked at him confused at the same time. She received an amused smile from the boy and she wanted to roll her eyes playfully but stopped herself.

“Then we can have dinner!” Taeyong announced and without delay, the employees started to serve the food.

The princess felt more comfortable talking to the King and Queen during dinner, all the tension she felt disappeared, giving way only to the anxiety that took over her body every time she felt Jeno or Mark's eyes on her. She didn't reciprocate either because she still didn't know how to look into Mark's kind, almost guilty eyes. As for Jeno, well, she couldn't look at him and not remember what happened at the pool.

Not because her body was bubbling with rage at the childish trick she'd fallen for, but because the image of the wet prince roamed her mind without warrant. She couldn't look at Jeno and not direct her own eyes up to the boy's shoulder and down his chest, even though he was completely dry and in a black dress shirt, all she remembered was the bloody see-through white shirt clinging to his stiff body. The princess didn't notice that she had been staring at his shirt for too long, hoping that it would somehow get wet, and when she saw Jeno smirk and raise an eyebrow at her, she realized that she had been caught red-handed staring at him like he was the dessert.

She took a deep breath and looked away, staring at the queen who was happily talking to her and tried to pay attention to the matter.

Well, at least she tried. Because Jeno couldn't get out of her head and every time she remembered him wet, she took another sip of wine.

She would have gotten drunk if she kept drinking all night and she thanked when Taeyong got up, the others following him as well as Y/N, who took the opportunity to talk with Haechan a little longer in the living room while the King and Queen wished good night to the two.

Jeno and Mark were somewhere in the castle that Y/N wasn't interested in knowing.

“I hate it when they do that.” Haechan rolled his eyes and stretched out on the armchair he was sitting on, next to Y/N.

"What?" she asked, curious.

“They announce to everyone that they are going to try to make an heir in the least subtle way possible.” Haechan stuck out his tongue in mock disgust and Y/N laughed.

“They just retired to their own room.”

Haechan looked at her in disbelief.

“Yeah, and what do you think they're going to do? Play chess?" he asked matter-of-factly and it was her turn to roll her eyes.

"You are thinking too much about what you shouldn't."

"Don't forget that soon it's you." he recalled, smirking at her.

Y/N felt her jaw drop and got up from the chair, throwing a pillow in Haechan's face who started to laugh out loud.

She sure as hell didn't want to think about that right now.

"I won't even bother answering you." she said, angrily heading towards the door. “Good night, Haechan.”

“Dream of my brother.” he chuckled again and as she walked past him she smacked him on the back of the head. "Hey, this is an attack on royalty."

“Go complain to your Navy commander then.” she winked wryly and left the room, hearing Haechan complain.

The princess felt better, the infernal cramps had already passed and, incredible as it seemed, talking with Haechan and even dinner had done her good. That's why she felt partially sad that the night was over so quickly, she didn't think being there was so good, she could almost feel at home really.

She went to her room and got ready for bed, took off her makeup, put on a pastel blue nightgown and turned off the lights, then flopped down on the big bed and took a deep breath as she pulled the sheets over herself.

The princess looked at the ceiling while her mind wandered between Mark and Jeno's faces during dinner, she couldn't say that the situation between her and Mark was a little awkward and as much as she didn't want to seem like she was avoiding the boy, she knew that that's exactly what it showed.

And Jeno… she was tired of remembering the scene of him wet right in front of her, tired of her body warming up on its own just imagining the parallel between reality and the dream that one day she had with him. The deep kiss in the middle of the wild sea. Since then, she seemed to see him differently, she didn't know what it was.

Suppressed desire… maybe?

Y/N widened her eyes when she realized what had gone through her head and snorted, turning to her side and closing her eyes tightly in an attempt to fall asleep as quickly as possible before her mind started playing more tricks.

But that's exactly what happened to her, even unconsciously.

The princess woke up suddenly feeling her body hot as if it were on fire, that nightgown she wore seemed to burn her skin and the room remained the way it was when she went to sleep but her breathing was heavy and she stirred in bed, feeling something between her legs that prevented her from turning over and trying to sleep.

However, when she looked ahead, she came face to face with Jeno and all the breath she had was lost in the same instant that her eyes met his. Jeno looked like a cat, staring at the princess without blinking and in a way she had never seen before.

It was pure lust.

She wanted to ask what he was doing there but when she opened her mouth, the only sound that came out was a loud moan at the sight of what he was wearing. Black pants and an open red blazer, leaving his abs completely exposed.

The room was dark but she could see his perfect skin and it was then that she felt something caress her where she burned the most and she only now found out where it was, she saw Jeno smile mischievously and his eyes shifted from hers to face where he touched her.

The princess followed his eyes and bit her lip as she saw Jeno's long fingers stray inside her nightgown, touching her over her thin panties.

She didn't understand why he was going so slowly, it looked like he wanted to tease her, the room seemed to get hotter and hotter and she didn't understand what was going on but she just knew that she wanted more. Way more.

“Dressed like that, you look like an angel.”

Y/N almost came just listening to Jeno's low, husky voice, so she brought a finger to her mouth and bit down, trying to stifle the moans that continued to escape.

"But we both know you're too naughty to be so angelic." he chuckled and she just stared at him, watching him lift her nightgown to her waist.

She was exposed and she never thought she would like it so much because she knew what would come next, Jeno needed to end that discomfort that came from inside her warm body.

"Let's see if you taste divine." he spoke before parting the princess's legs and bringing his face to the middle, exactly where she needed it most.

Y/N closed her eyes and brought her hands to his hair, felt his breath so close and knew she would feel more… until everything started to get distorted and dark.

She woke up suddenly and completely surprised, she didn't seem to know where she was and made sure she was in the room. Alone.

She looked around and forward in search of Jeno, who wasn't there, it was then that the princess realized where her hand was.

About to touch what Jeno would start eating in her dreams.

Y/N still felt hot and worse, her panties were completely wet, it was embarrassing because the dream had not even been explicit for her to be in that situation. But as in the dream, the nuisance was there.

She took a deep breath and without thinking twice, let her fingers touch her intimacy feeling her whole face burn with shame but she needed that.

That was her dirty secret, she would never share it with someone that she was touching herself while she was thinking about Jeno in that red blazer.

She increased the speed of her fingers as she imagined him licking her until the last drop of her sweetness, the way it should have been if she hadn't woken up, she had to clench her teeth to keep the moan from escaping.

In her mind, Jeno did more than that, he took her to himself completely and when imagining the boy's member inside her, it was enough for her fingers to finish the job. She came, not like she wanted.

The princess looked up at the ceiling again, trying to catch her breath as she thought about how screwed up she was.

That was the first time she had masturbated thinking about Jeno, and by the looks of it, it wouldn't be the last.

But no one would ever know.

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[nysus-temple]

Dionysus' lesser-known myths [or perhaps you do know them, but i will tell you about them anyway]

Some of these myths have already been shown in my blog, but i decided to bring some of them up again in a more elaborated way, plus some new too. Perhaps you've heard of them, perhaps you haven't, but i can tell you i haven't seen them much around here.

And my job isn't reading your minds, it's about writting essays, so here we go.

1. Ampelos (Αμπελος):

According to Nonnus of Panopolis, Ampelos was a satyr (tho not many art represents him as such) who loved Dionysus, and was loved by him as well. Not much of a surprise, since we do know many gods had male lovers.

The problem is that, we're still talking about a satyr, we know how those guys are and act. According to Nonnus, Ampelos was riding a bull while mocking Selene, angrily, she sent a gadfly to sting the bull. The bull ran and threw Ampelos all over the place. Nonnus describes it as a very gore-like death.

Dionysus, upset, ended up turning Ampelos' corpse into a grape vine, and from there, he created wine with his blood... THANKFULY, it was the blood.

Roman mosaic with Ampelos and Bacchus.

2. Midas (Μίδας):

"But Nysus, everybody knows Midas" yes yes, but do you KNOW the actual Greek myths? Or do you know the later, VERY later-on version that appears in Wikipedia? Midas never turned his daughter into gold in the folklore, for example.

Midas was a foreign king who married a greek woman, he was the king of Phrygia, and according to Pausanias, he had a daughter named Zoe. I have absolutely nothing about her except this.

Anyways, going to the important part: Silenus, a companion of Dionysus who used to be one of his foster fathers, got lost while he was... Kind of drunk ( come on, Dionysus can't keep an eye on everyone 24/7 ). Some peasants found him and took him to King Midas, who, as a very loyal follower of Dionysus, recognized Silenus and took care of him. When Dionysus arrived in order to take him back, he thanked Midas and said he would give him in return anything that he wished for... And here it comes: Midas wished to be able to turn everything that he touched to gold, and Dionysus agreed, even though he felt sorry he hadn't thought of it twice.

Midas was happy turning stuff into gold, obviously. But when he touched food and it turned into gold as well and he was unable to eat, he returned to Dionysus asking him to turn it back to normal.

Surprisingly, Dionysus didn't say "no" or "live with the consequences"; he told him to wash himself in the river Pactolus, and, good enough, the gold thingy dissappeared.

I don't have this myth fully narrated by a Greek, instead, from a latin author. The good thing tho, thanks to Herodotus and Pausanias, i know it's realiable.

Monument dedicated to Midas, in the old Prhygia ( now part of Turkey )

3. The Minyades (Μινυάδες):

According to Plutarch, king Minyas had three daughters ( whose names i honestly don't know, they appear in Ovid's Metamorphosis ). He tells that Dionysus appeared in the form of a maiden to invite them to the Dionysian Mysteries, since the rest of the women had already gone there. And they declined, politely, but still declined. This is one of those moments in which we see Dionysus' weak points, no justified anger. They neglected the cult, but had nothing against it anyways.

Still, for him, that wasn't enough.

He drove them mad, like very. Something that for Plutarch was even worse than death, apparently. They even killed their own children and ate them (yikes) dismembering them like Dionysus was once dismembered. The sisters were wandering around the mountains, without Dionysus caring at all.

Until finally, Hermes took pity on them, and turned them into bats, freeing them from the madness.

One of the Minyades showing the dismembered body of her son - Étienne-Barthélémy Garnier

4. Zeus' lighting bolts

This one is short, so i'll get to the point.

We all know what Nonnus' was up to when writing about Dionysus. He said in his work that Zeus recognized him (when being Zagreus) as his heir. Since when he was still a little kid, he was able to climb to his throne and to hold Zeus' lightning bolts. Of course, then the very well-known myth of Hera calling the titants to dismember Dionysus arrives here, since she wanted no heir to the throne.

Things happen, you know.

5. Lykurgos (Λυκοῦργος):

Remember when i talked about this guy in the anger essay? Wellp, here he is again, it's the same, but i'll elaborate on him a bit more.

He was a thracian king, and when he heard that Dionysus was going to Thracia, he ordered to trap all of his female followers in a prison.

Yes, only the women. I guess no men followed Dionysus in Thracia during his reign, not like i can ask him about it.

OF COURSE Pentheus 2.0 would imprison the FOLLOWERS of the god of MADNESS. Of course...

Dionysus got angry ( what a surprise ) and sent a drought towards Thracia + making Lykurgos go mad. It's not Dionysus if he doesn't punish you by making you go mad.

He then proceed to tell the people that the only way to stop that punishment was by killing Lykurgos, and, well, they did. They all killed him, and were freed from the punishment.

Dionysus then stopped the drought, he kept his word, indeed.

Lykurgos attacking his own wife after being induced into madness

6. The punishment of the titans

You think they got away? No, the fuck, of course they didn't.

After Zeus' found out what had happened to Dionysus (Zagreus), he imprisoned them in Tartatus, which caused Gaia to be all sad again, since many of her children had already been imprisoned there. What she did was, as scary as Gaia has always been, burning down everything she could.

The only way Zeus could take pity on her in order to stop that, was by sending a flood.

7. Coresus (Κόρησος):

Callirhoe was a Calydonian woman who scorned Coresus, a priest of Dionysus, who threatened to afflict all the women of Calydon with insanity as the good Dionysus priest he was.

The way to stop this was with a sacrifice, to kill the woman who scorned him. Coresus was ordered to sacrifice her, but he killed himself instead since apparently, he was in love with her and couldn't do it.

Callirhoe was overcome with remorse, and cut her throat at a spring that later received her name.

As always.

Coresus sacrificing himself to save Callirhoe - Jean-Honoré Fragonard

8. The Frogs (Βάτραχοι):

At this point, this isn't lesser-known anymore, and i'm not the biggest fan of Aristophanes' work (i love Euripides way too much, oops) but i'll still summarize what Dionysus has to do with this play.

Dionysus, as the god of theatre he is, wanted to bring back to life one of the great tragedy authors. And he descends to Hades for that, it's a way to mock his connection with it, this is still a comedy.

And after a poetry slam, Aeschylus is chosen in preference to Euripides. Smh, fucking Aristophanes, way to put your preferences.

9. Orpheus' death:

I'm not gonna elaborate on this one THAT much, since i wanna save it for the Apollo & Dionysus essay i have unfinished, which was the second most voted one and it might take more time to finish it.

In any case, do you know all these modern retellings in which they paint Dionysus as the "chill, calm, who only wants to party" dude? And Apollo as the "feral, envious, angry" dude? Well, ya'll are wrong...

Dionysus killed Orpheus due to his jealousy of Apollo's worship. I'm leaving you with this sentence, wait for the other essay to know why Dionysus and Apollo are so complex in terms of feelings. Or, at least, i will try to elaborate on it.

Apollo welcoming Dionysus to the sanctuary of Delphi, which they shared.

10. Dionysus IS physically incapable of getting drunk, live with it:

SHOCK i know. So if i see any of ya'll saying he's drunk 24/7, you better have your testament written.

NONNUS OF PANOPOLIS. DIONYSIACA. LITERAL TEXT: "Only to Dionysus gave Rhea the amethyst that saves the drinker from the chains of madness."

Yes, obviously going for scientifict facts, this doesn't work. It was believed in this world that the amethyst would prevent people from getting drunk. But this is mythology, Dionysus is a god, he can't get drunk even if he wanted to. And it's not like he should, he needs to keep an eye on his followers 24/7. Or do we want to remember what happened to Silenus?

Dude, how the hell do i have to tell you all, that in all text in which people were drinking for honoring Dionysus, they always stopped saying "he wouldn't like to see us this way" HE DOESN'T WANT YA'LL DO GET DRUNK. THAT'S NOT HOW HIS MADNESS WORKED

No. The women in the Bacchae are not ✨girlboss slaaaaay✨ they were feral women. The madness Dionysus used to punish Pentheus and the Theban women is NOT something you should idealize. Euripides didn't want ya'll to call him an icon because "omg the Bacchae is so progresive" GUYS... NO. IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT. It's about showing Dionysus' wrath. Of showing why like with any other god, he's feared.

The Greek gods are not your free playground OC's. You can't invent their sexualities or gender identities just for yourself. They're important figures of a culture and country that still lives. If you want an icon to feel identify with, create one. But don't go around there saying Dionysus is genderfluid JUST because you like seeing him young. No.

I know, personally, genderfluid people, and all of them agree THIS is wrong. I already had the whole pronouns drama with Dionysus, don't start over again with this. Please.

* AHEM * In any case... Hope you enjoyed !

I needed to work A LOT for this essay, since most of these myths weren't listed with sources. Whenever you wanna write a guide about folkore or anything similar, please, list your sources ! i don't want anyone else to go through the pain of needing to research though the catacombs of information JUST to confirm one sentence. Because i went trhough that, there's a reason why i've been researching about Dionysus for more than three years already and i still don't have everything. Thanks for your support and essay requests as always, it makes me INCREDIBLY happy to see so many of you willing to learn about a figure that has been so underappreciated and reduced into nothing like Dionysus, and who is still being misinterpreted to this day.

As always, reblogs would be very appreciated, it's the way people can find my blog for something else than copypaste incorrect quotes, and i always appreciate that kind of support. Of course i do this "por amor al arte" as i would say in Spanish, but still takes time and effort and i'm just a university student. I still will need A LOT of time to be able to work into something more accesible to everyone for the Greek folklore.

For now, this small Tumblr pieces is what i can give. But as always, thank you and χαίρε Διόνυσον 🍇

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[littlemisspascal]

Fast Cars and Lightning Bolts Part 4

Pairing: Din x Female Reader

Word Count: 3200+

Rating: T

Summary: It’s kind of ridiculous, really, the way everything else fades away the longer you stare at Din. The gaudy banners in all capital fonts seem to blur and the colorful bouquets of balloons lose their vibrance. The Din Djarin Effect, you used to call it, a comforting distraction to indulge in when the rest of the world felt too close, too much all at once. 

Author Note: 2 years later I'm sure 99% of people have lost any care about this series, but it felt nice returning to this fic after so long away. Hope someone out there enjoys this 😊 All likes, comments, and reblogs super appreciated 💗

Warnings: Helmetless Din, dialogue heavy, racing au, heavily inspired by Ford v Ferrari, language, worldbuilding, No physical characteristics of Reader described except for having hair + a heart condition (I’m not a doctor, all medical details are fictional)

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Mos Espa is hotter than you remember.

Or maybe it’s how different the city looks—flourishing businesses, smiling faces, and cleaner streets (literally and figuratively, not one piece of trash or shady character in sight)—that’s making it hard for your memories to sync with your reality. 

There’s a bustling crowd of hundreds at the Fett Motor Company Headquarters by the time you arrive. You almost forgot how overwhelming being in the midst of large groups of people can be, all clamoring for a handshake or autograph. Like feral dogs fighting over the same piece of meat, pulling and tugging until they get their portion of the prize. 

Today’s a significant one for Fett Motor Company. Not only are they announcing their partnership with you and subsequent entry into the world of auto racing, they’re also celebrating the launch of their newest model. Dozens of reporters and photographers from every major HoloNet site have come, drawn to the promise of a spectacle and juicy bits of gossip to spin a story out of.

Attending events like this has always been the part of fame you liked the least. Too chaotic and invasive for your tastes. Makes your heartbeat start to climb until it’s in your ears, an incessant reminder of your retreat from the spotlight.

There are a plethora of people in every direction you look. Do they notice your trembling hands? The bottle of pills in your jacket pocket? Can they tell you’re in over your head? 

So many people. So many pairs of eyes.

And then, just when you think you’ll be swallowed whole, there’s Peli blasting her way through the crowd with waving arms and shrill exclamations, providing you a path to freedom. The rush of absolute relief nearly has you sinking to the floor, but she’s quick to latch onto your wrist, towing you to sanctuary in a quieter room away from access of the general public.

“Thanks, Peli,” you say, letting out a shaky breath as the tension digging into your spine starts to loosen. 

“Don’t mention it, LB,” she shrugs, then nods at something off to the side. “I figured it’d go smoother if I saved your hide instead of tin can man. He looks like a biter—and not in the sexy way.”

“What?” Sometimes your engineer makes no damn sense. You look at where she’d gestured, first noticing Ahsoka (the young Togrutan mechanic had practically stubbornly glared you into letting her come along) talking animatedly to—

Your eyes widen.

“He…” you trail off, mouth abruptly dry. “He actually came?”

“Well, yeah,” Peli replies, looking back and forth with furrowed eyebrows. “You invited him, didn’t you? He told me he wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Funny. Last thing he said to you, back in that diner one week ago, standing up from the table with an expression devoid of the previous softness, was, “I’m nobody’s puppet, not even yours. Find someone else.”

It’s kind of ridiculous, really, the way everything else fades away the longer you stare at Din. The gaudy banners in all capital fonts seem to blur and the colorful bouquets of balloons lose their vibrance. The Din Djarin Effect, you used to call it, a comforting distraction to indulge in when the rest of the world felt too close, too much all at once. 

You give yourself a tiny shake, forcing yourself to blink. Today’s too important for your career to lose focus.

Walking up to the pair, you greet Ahsoka first with a friendly nudge of your elbow against her arm. Blue eyes widen in surprise before she beams at you, utterly oblivious to the straightening of Din’s posture you catch out of the corner of your gaze. 

“Lightning, you made it!” Ahsoka’s one of your youngest employees, full of big emotions and just a tad bit impulsive at times, but Peli swears she’s got one of the brightest minds for vehicular engineering the woman’s ever come across in all her years. And that’s the exact kind of talent you want to surround yourself with these days.

“Welcome to the madhouse,” Din remarks dryly, and you hate the instant locking of your eyes with his, the sensation of a loss of control of your own self. You hate the reminder that for all the things time and distance have changed, there still remain some constants entirely uninfluenced by either. 

Still.  Better to have loved and lost than to have continued down the road you and your ex-boyfriend had been on, pretending things were fine when they were anything but. And having him here in Mos Espa, looking at you, speaking to you, that’s more than you had dared to hope for one week ago, parting ways in the diner; definitely more than five years ago, breaking up in the middle of your living room. 

You smile at him, unable to stop yourself. Another one of those pesky constants you can’t shake. “I’m glad you came,” you tell him genuinely. Then, a hint of teasing, “Forgot how nice you look all dolled up.”

He has ditched his usual oil-stained clothes for his clan armor, Mandalorian beskar pristinely forged by his mentor to fit his exact measurements. The rare metal glints dangerously in the afternoon sunshine streaming through the skylights, a far contrast from the soft and silky fabrics of the expensive suits other men have chosen for the occasion. It’s purposeful, this look, there isn’t a doubt in your mind. You can already imagine the numerous photos of champagne and fancy ties and plastic smiles online, and there Din will be, stubbornly resisting to blend in.

Honestly though? You would’ve been upset if he’d tried. 

His lips curl at the corner. “You don’t look half bad yourself, mesh’la.”

Maker. You’re tiptoeing the line of dangerous territory, feeling hot all over in a way that has nothing to do with the temperature. And judging from that look in Din’s eyes, a daring sort of regard, the bastard knows it.

“Have you seen the new Fett Firespray?” Ahsoka asks, her voice startling you out of your staring contest. Embarrassing, how easily you’d forgotten she was standing right next to you.

“It’s uglier than a shaved bantha’s ass,” Din remarks, so utterly deadpan it takes an incredible amount of self-discipline not to bark out a laugh. 

Ahsoka huffs, the kind of sound kids make when they think an adult has said  something stupid. Maker, she really is young, isn’t she? “It wasn’t that bad. All those customization options for the interior were pretty cool.”

The unimpressed scowl twisting Din’s mouth tells you exactly what he thinks about the options. Pretty cool definitely isn’t his opinion on the matter. No, you’d bet it’s on the complete other end of the spectrum. Which means that’s where your opinion can also be found.

Ahsoka may be the brightest of her generation, but Din is Din. When it comes to cars, there’s no one’s judgment you trust more. Another constant that’ll stretch the length of your combined lifetimes.

Fennec Shand and Peli approach at your side, putting an end to your conversation with Din before you’re ready for it. Your fists clench against the nervous energy pulsing in tandem with your heartbeat, then immediately slacken upon registering the unknown Duros accompanying them, red eyes peering at you with scrutiny.

“I’d like you all to meet the senior vice president of Fett Motor, Cad Bane.” Fennec introduces with a respectful dip of her chin, hands clasped behind her back. Her hair is styled in another long braid with intricately woven orange ties holding every strand in place. “Bane, this is Lightning Bolt.”

Rather than shake your outstretched hand, Bane merely tips his wide-brimmed hat in acknowledgement. His crimson stare never lessens in its intensity, as sharp as the pointy teeth peeking from his lipless mouth when he speaks.

“Afternoon, little lady. You look…rather ordinary outside of a race car,” he says, and that’s enough for you to determine three things. One: his voice is as deep and gravelly as the depths of a bottomless chasm. Two: he’s a master at intimidation. And three: he’ll mercilessly squish you beneath the heel of his boot the second you let your guard down.

You absolutely cannot show weakness in front of him.

“Ah, well, despite what the tabloids might say, I’ve always been just a regular, ordinary mortal girl.” You force your mouth up into a small grin, tacking on a rueful little laugh you learned over the years will smooth the spikes of even the prickliest of bastards. Hard to tell if it works on Bane, his features so stoic they might as well be carved out of stone. “I brought along one of my best mechanics, Ahsoka Tano. And this is my–”

You cut yourself off, triggered by the inaccuracy. The acknowledgement that Din isn’t your anything anymore. Once upon a time you were so close you might as well have been the same person. Tangled up in each other’s souls. Indistinguishable. LightningandDin. But the way Din’s looking at you, guarded in a way you aren’t used to seeing, well. Not everything can remain a constant after five years. 

Surprisingly, though, Din saves you from having to make up a label on the spot. “We’ve met.”

The curtness of his delivery throws you off. Your eyebrows furrow, flicking a quick glance between the two men, sensing a frosty tension that wasn’t there mere seconds ago.

“Yes,” Bane says, something in the drawl of the word you can’t determine. But it definitely isn’t pleasant. “We have.”

Curiosity and wariness fizzle uncomfortably in your stomach. Here and now isn’t the time or place to ask questions. Too many eyes. Too many cameras. 

The whole thing feels very…sharp. One wrong move and someone will wind up scarred forever. The jackrabbiting beat of your heart doesn’t offer any comfort to the situation either.

A hand lightly grasping your elbow is almost enough to have you biting through your bottom lip. Jerking your head to your side, you meet Fennec’s even gaze. A calm port in this brewing storm. 

“Walk with me?” It’s phrased as a request, but you and the woman both know it isn’t one. “There are a few details I need to discuss with you.”

You nod, and follow after Fennec with your head bowed, focusing on the taps of her boots against the stone floor. She leads you to another private room, a small nook empty except for a pair of Gamorrean security guards standing near a door which opens up to the courtyard swarming with people waiting for the big news to be announced. You suck in a breath, feeling like for the first time since you arrived your lungs stretch to their fullest capacity. 

“So, what is it?” you ask. “What details do we need to talk about?”

Fennec leans back against the wall. “Before you go give your speech, I need to make sure we’re on the same page regarding our future partnership and procedure going forward.”

You try your best, but you can’t stop the incredulous arching of your eyebrow. “Are you checking that I read the fine print of the contract?”

And something interesting happens then. Fennec’s jaw quirks, the faintest, most miniscule display of unease. “Well, it’s just–”

“Page 3 paragraph 2 explicitly states that responsibility for the day to day practical affairs of the Fett race team is handled by me,” you cut in, pointing your index finger at your chest. The bottle of pills in your pocket rattles with the movement, drawing Fennec’s eyes there for a split second before your sharp glare has them recentering on your face once more.

“That’s correct,” she agrees. There’s a carefulness to her voice you’ve heard before many times in your own tone. Used when the topic of conversation is a potentially explosive one that could result in tempers flying. “Day to day stuff, that’s your job. But in regard to broader decisions that may or may not affect the wider company…” Her tongue runs over her lower lip, buying a pause to plan her next words, before she eventually comes out with, “There’s going to have to be some give and take with the gotra.”

“The gotra,” you repeat, audibly clumsy and unfamiliar coming out of your mouth. 

“Senior creatives, Lightning.” Her expression is back to annoyingly neutral. “Just so everybody involved is comfortable.”

“Well, color me confused, Fennec.” You draw yourself up to full height, arms crossing over your chest. You might not be as intimidating as Cad Bane, but no one survives long in the racing world without a bit of iron in their spine and fire in their stare. “Because up until this exact moment, I was comfortable.”

“Look out there,” Fennec says, gesturing with a tilt of her head towards the courtyard, an MC standing on stage addressing the crowd. The same one you’ll be giving a speech to only a handful of minutes from now. “What do you see?”

Your eyes drift over each of the figures. There’s an air about them, sensed even from where you stand, suggesting they’ve never changed a tire in their lives, let alone picked up a hydrospanner. They’re pencil pushers, not grease monkeys. 

“You know what I see?” Fennec asks rhetorically when you say nothing, pointing a nail painted onyx black at the door. “A machine. Thousands of parts moving hopefully in harmony because it’s my job to make it so. And it’s my job to guide you through it.” The nail’s aimed at you now. You swallow, your mouth dry. “I am here to help you, Lightning Bolt. But we have to trust each other.”

A crack splits open your chest, aching and inflamed, upon the realization that Din was right. Controlling people is their specialty. You press your lips together into a thin line, knowing the assurance Fennec wants but you’re reluctant to give it. Trusting others has never been easy for you. It’s something that must be fairly earned, not handed out carelessly. That’s how you spare yourself unnecessary pain. 

The presenter’s wrapping up his opening welcome, you can hear the applause like distant thunder. You pull out your pill bottle, mechanically opening it and popping two into your mouth, all too aware of Fennec watching the entire process. The meds taste like ash on your tongue, scraping the tender inside of your throat, but they’ll serve their purpose of keeping you numb onstage. 

Tucking the bottle back away, you start to turn for the door. “Excuse me, Fennec.”

“Lightning,” she holds up a hand, reaching for your shoulder then quickly backtracking, awkwardly hovering in front of you. “Do not go on that stage if you don’t trust me.”

You stare her down. “I said, excuse me.”

Hearing the firmness in your tone, Fennec sighs, her shoulders slumping marginally. She yields and moves out of your way.

The walk up to the stage, the shaking of hands and greetings along the way–none of it truly registers. You’re just going through the motions. Like you’re on autopilot. Like…like someone else is pulling the strings.

“Hello everyone,” you say into the microphone, voice steady and emotions tightly wound in the depths of your chest. You introduce yourself with a bright, picture perfect smile. “Most of you probably know me better as Lightning Bolt though. And like my cars, I’ll make this fast.”

The crowd ripples with laughter, softening the edges of your smile into a slightly more genuine one. Sometimes there’s no reaction, just blank stares or, worse, eye rolls. Speeches have about a fifty-fifty risk of making you feel like you’re flying high or that you’ve just struck concrete face first. You never quite know what to expect until after your first attempt of cracking the ice.

This time, you’re soaring.

“I was just a youngling when my mother told me the luckiest souls are those who know what they want to do. Because they’ll never work a day in their lives.” The crowd shifts a little and you catch a glimpse of Fennec and Bane standing together with other authoritative-looking figures, including a massive black-furred Wookiee–the gotra you were warned about, you assume. It’s the man further behind them though, beskar gleaming like there’s a spotlight trained directly on him, that has your heart leaping. “But I’ve come to learn there’s a precious few in the galaxy who find something that they have to do with their lives. An obsession they can’t shake. Pushing them to their farthest corners.”

You’re hyper-aware of the hundreds of eyes on you–of Din’s eyes on you, sunlight turning the dark brown into liquid gold smoldering in a forge–and you rapidly try to organize your thoughts as memorized words spill from your lips because time is running out and you have to make a decision.

Why is it, whenever you find yourself faced with making one of the hardest choices of your life, Din can be found at the bleeding center? Why do they always involve him?

“I’m one of ‘em.” You remind yourself to take a breath, that you have to breathe even as it feels like your insides are being crushed. “And I know one man who feels exactly the same.”

Din hasn’t blinked, staring at you like he always does in your dreams, and just like in those dreams all you want is to reach out and touch him. 

“His name…”

He’s your weakness. Always has been, always will be. 

“His name is Boba Fett.”

Time seems to stand still, captured in ice, chilling you to the bone, and Din’s eyes have widened, you can see it from here, see how he can’t believe what you’ve just said.

And you–you taste the name like poison. You’ve never even met the Daimyo, unable to cut out a hole in his schedule big enough for a face to face conversation with you. He didn’t even come out of his palace to make an appearance at his own damn car launch. You can’t pull your words out of the air though, can’t erase them from anyone’s minds because the ice shatters with roaring applause. 

You might smile, your lips are numb so it’s hard to tell. You want to say: Forgive me, love. Forgive me for surrendering to them. Maybe you would if not for the threat of the gotra hanging above your head like a knife. 

Some things must be hidden behind closed doors. And sometimes…sometimes you must put your career first above all else.

Averting your gaze back to Fennec, you nod at her as you pitch your voice over the cheers. “And together, we’ll make history. We’re going to build and race the fastest car the BEC’s ever seen. I personally guarantee it.”

You step back from the podium and wave both hands, pretending it’s excitement twisting your guts into knots. You might’ve fallen for it, if not for the last second guilty glance at the back of the crowd, stomach dropping at the lack of familiar brown eyes and beskar. 

Funny, how quickly soaring can switch to plummeting when one flies too close to the sun.

And all you can do now is brace for the inevitable impact, hoping you made the right choice.

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[seidenbros]

Don't Panic, I'm a Mechanic - Part 2: The Book

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie x Shy!Plussize!Bookstore!Reader Warnings: modern AU, female reader, mention of masturbation, bit of smut mentioned, best friend Steve (for Y/N and Eddie), mutual pining, eddie &reader are 29/28 (let me know what I missed) Word Count: 1265 Author's note: here is Part 1, gonna make a masterpost at one point when I have more I guess. Summary: After knowing what book you were reading, Eddie bought a copy himself and man, did it leave him surprised and gasping because he did NOT expect you to read smut. of course, he has to talk to Steve about it, only to find out that you do not just read it...

See Jane Score. Of course, Eddie had remembered the name of the book and had gotten it the day after you all had hung out together. After he’d jumped into the water with you and had to get a bit of distance between your bodies so you hadn’t been able to realise that he’d gotten hard from being this close to you. Knowing just what book you were reading, seeing how shy you’d gotten about it, even flustered, yes, that had certainly made him even more curious.

That was why he hadn’t wasted any time in getting the book, had spent his free minutes at work reading it and he had to say that it was actually kind of interesting. He wasn’t the biggest hockey fan there was, but he knew the terms that were used in the book. He got so lost in the story, that at one point, one of his coworkers had to nudge his head to pull him back, because his break was over. And just when he was getting to the good part.

That night, Eddie lay on his sofa, some music on in the background while he reached for the book. But not just for the book, but for something else as well, because reading what was going on, he felt himself get so turned on. Not specifically because of what was being described in the book, but because he was imagining you and him in that scenario. He imagined his hand between your legs, nearly making you come. Imagined your lips on his stomach and on his dick. All that mixed with the memory of your body pressed flush against his made him come embarrassingly fast. No wonder you liked to read that kinda thing. It was just that he’d never expected you to read that. Not with how shy you always were. Still waters run deep, right? In your case, it really seemed to be true.

The next day, Eddie finished the rest of the book and went to see Steve. They had their weekly movie night, so Steve had already started Netflix and set the popcorn and beers on the table when Eddie arrived.

“Did you know she read that kind of stuff?” Eddie asked once the door opened, holding up the book, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Good evening to you, too, Eddie. Did you leave your manners at home again?” Steve tilted his head to the side, eyeing the book for a moment, before he stepped aside to let Eddie come inside.

“Sorry, sorry, but!” Eddie held up the book and shoved it in Steve’s face. “She's your best friend and you’re gonna tell me you had no idea that she’s reading porn? Try again, Harrington!”

Eddie walked past Steve, got rid of his shoes along the way, before he plopped down on the sofa.

“I have a general idea what she reads, but don’t read the same books, so I don’t exactly know what they are about.” Which was pretty much true. Only that he knew so much more than that, because you talked with him about certain books. And Steve was the one who always got to read the fics you wrote and published on Tumblr. Even the ones that were modelled after Eddie and Jesus Christ were they smutty! The book Eddie had handed to him was probably really tame compared to the stuff you came up with. But Eddie was right, nobody expected that from you. Not at all.

Steve took his seat on the sofa and handed the book back to Eddie.

“Oh well, then let me demonstrate.”

Eddie opened the book to one of the pages he’d dog-eared and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. He cleared his throat before he read out loud.

“She took as much of him as she could into her mouth and tested the weight of his testicles in her palm.” Eddie glanced at Steve, trying to gauge a reaction from him, but he quickly looked back at the book, skipped a few sentences.

“‘You're so tight around me’, he gasped. She sucked in a breath, his breath, as he pulled out almost completely, only to bury himself so deep she felt him against her cervix.” Eddie closed the book, eyes wide as he looked at Steve. “This is what our sweet innocent Y/N reads?”

“Oh, she’s not that innocent,” Steve said with a smirk, before he could think better of it. “I’ve read worse stuff from her.”

“You have what now?” That caught Eddie’s attention, and he suddenly sat up straight. Forgotten the popcorn, the book, the movies… when it was about you, he gobbled up every kind of information, but that one especially. What was Steve referring to?

“I mean-” Steve’s face was drained of colour when he suddenly realised just what he’d said. “Forget that. I didn’t mean any of that.”

“Oh yes you did, Stevie boy!” Eddie’s eyes sparkled. If he’d heard correctly, Steve had said that you were writing stuff like that yourself, and that… man, he had to get his hands on that. Especially if Steve had already read that!

“”Please, Eddie… Just forget it. I should have kept my mouth shut.”

“But you didn’t, and now I know.”

The triumphant grin on Eddie’s lips made Steve want to punch him. He’d promised you that it was a thing between you two, that he wouldn’t breathe a word. He was your biggest fan after all, and he didn’t want to betray your trust. But he also knew that Eddie wouldn’t get off his back.

“You’ve read what she wrote? I mean, I always knew that she was a creative one, but that? Jesus Christ…” Eddie shook his head in amazement, really needing to get his hands on that.

“Yeah, I did. She’s got quite a few people liking her stuff.”

“She even publishes it somewhere?” Eddie’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head at that, while Steve bit his tongue.

“You don’t know this from me, okay? If she ever finds out I said anything about this, she’ll kill me and then she’ll run as far away as she can!” Because as much as you enjoyed writing all that stuff, you would be absolutely mortified if Eddie ever found that stuff. You’d pack your bags and start a new life in Alaska or wherever he wouldn’t be able to find you.

“Fuck I need to read that!” Eddie groaned, rubbing his hands over his face, through his hair, before he lifted it to tie it up again.

Steve knew that Eddie was into you, he knew that from you as well, and that was what made it so frustrating, because he couldn’t tell one of you without betraying the other, so he just tried to nudge you both into the right direction, but neither of you believed that the other one was genuinely interested. That didn’t mean that he would expose you like this to Eddie.

“Good luck with that,” Steve simply said, reaching for the remote to get to a different topic and start the movie.

“Aw come on, you have to tell me!”

“Nope. I’ve already put my foot in my mouth, so that’s something you’ll have to find out yourself, Munson.” Which… might not be so hard, considering you were both Lord of the Rings fans. Even Eddie had heard you say One does not simply walk into a bookstore multiple times with the same expression as Boromir in the movie. If he put that together, he had your tumblr name.

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[your--isgayrights]

Hi idk if anyone has asked this before but do you think there are thematic implications to Sangah liking works from Murakami Haruki, Raymond Carver, Han Kang.

Yeah, I'm not super familiar with all of the authors myself but I did some basic research while writing Wall fic so I have an opinion about this. First of all, the internationality of these picks shows YSA is well read, but this different kind of well read than KDJ. Her interest in international literature is somewhat connected to her backstory of being from a richer family that wanted to marry her off in my mind bc international language education is somewhat status/wealth associated in modern South Korea. Second of all the kinds of authors she picks out are the type who write singular, artistic works that tend to start from a point of realism and make a comment about the characters' navigation of Society. So the type of reading she's doing isn't sitting down and obsessively following a 3000 chapter webnovel that can only exist through the conglomeration of niche trope after niche trope to be completely understood. I see her as a girlie who like. Will check the new York times best seller list and just buy or check out a new book to read if she hears good things. So this authors of singular works and short stories being her favorite shows she doesn't really follow extensive Series, she's not the type who needs constant updates to keep on living lol. She's the type who occasionally read novels for literature classes which graduated to occasionally reading novels in her free time. Not saying that she reads popular novels just to seem cultured like mister 'art of war on my desk' but I think she is someone who can see opening a book like stumbling upon a television program that just happens to be on you know it's not a major time commitment or something that will rewire her brain and then she'll have thoughts about language use and literary opinions you know.

Then the one author I'm more familiar with is Han Kang and I actually didn't remember her being listed by YSA but you're probably right and I just forgot bc I know Han Kang from reading the Vegetarian more than I know her from being referenced in ORV I guess lol. Han Kang is a popular modern author in South Korea who has both been somewhat of an icon for feminism (I think?) And is definitely a representative of the Trauma literature movement. She grew up in Gwangju and lived through the aftermath of the Gwangju uprising (the people suffered violent oppression and censorship under leadership at the time) and in an interview she once described herself as someone who writes to ask questions instead of answer them. The Vegetarian is an example of a work of hers that starts off very ingrained in reality and slowly becomes surreal in a way that could still exist in the real world but could be interpreted as containing fantasy elements. I think it's interesting to me to draw parallels to YSA here bc the vegetarian is a story about a traumatized woman being controlled and used by other people. Spoilers for the vegetarian I guess but the main character decides to be vegetarian one day without a 'societally acceptable' reason and this 'embarrasses' the people around her so much that they try to force her to change. After she is abused by her husband, father, and brother in law, this experience is held parallel to something she experienced as a child, when she was friends with a small dog and then the dog bit her. Local folk medicine said killing and eating the dog was the only way to cure sickness from a dog bite and she felt no remorse as everyone agreed the dog must be eaten. Forgetting 'the natural order' revokes the rights of personhood or humanity, when the main character of the Vegetarian descends into a psychosis trying to escape participating in the violence of the world around her by 'becoming a plant,' it's shown at the end how even her own sister struggles to see her as a person who can still be spoken with or make her own decisions. So yeah it's pretty fucked up and I have some more specific opinions on it ( like I've written essays about it) but as it relates to YSA the Vegetarian is very much about the POV of outsiders following another person's struggles which I find a very interesting in parallel to YSA leafing through KDJ's memories as his wall librarian. I also think her familiarity with trauma literature as a genre may be off-putting to KDJ specifically because these realistic type stories with a bit of fiction are quite similar in genre to the book his own mother wrote, in fact I find it extremely likely that in the world of ORV YSA read LSK's book somewhere before. I think they're also not the kind of books that get overly silly/ have a 'happy ending' by convention, which is interesting to me bc I see passivity vs agency as an important theme concerning YSA's arc throughout the story and whether or not she has an ability to create a happy ending or not is interesting. Like the little 'you knew??' moment in the epilogues is very important bc YSA and KDJ come from this same 'real world' and because of that neither of them really expected a Happy Ending you know. I like that YSA goes through the journey of beginning to Believe in it before KDJ comes back bc you know it shows that perspective can be changed before we even get to him it's really good.

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[bramble-scramble]

No one knew exactly how long these mangled corpses were stuck there rotting.

They were discovered after many of Paletteville's villagers complained of a unbearable stench that leaked from underneath the bridge. The authorities arrived to investigate with almost everyone crowding around the scene. Some watched from afar, others dared to venture closer only to be stopped and turned back. A few discreetly took pictures on their phones. This morbid spectacle aroused such disturbing tension all throughout the area. It was bad enough already that Palette Prime was infamous for its bad luck, thanks to their poet for a warden, but now...

Words could not describe the sheer horror that was found once the authorities realized that the bodies were stitched together and hung up right underneath the wooden planks of the bridge. Such a sight made the squeamish sick, resulting in many cases of vomiting and fainting spells.

It was later revealed that four victims were identified, despite them being partially skinned, dismembered, and disemboweled. The victims were widely known to Paletteville to the point of adoration. One was a football player, two were beloved socialites, and the last was a judge. Not a single person could figure out why someone would go after such wonderful citizens. The investigation continued. Bloodstained golden cords pierced their flesh and fat and muscle, tying them into this grotesque, meaty banner that stretched from one end to another. Right below this display was a gathering of rocks, all colored in a deep red and positioned into a small circle that was just big enough for one to sit inside.

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Woodrow woke up in his bathtub, his naked body motionlessly floating in filthy water. His eyes adjusted; his ears rang as his head throbbed. His senses slowly came to him as he lifted his arms up to pull himself up.

Then he froze.

...

It's just a hallucination. It has to be. There's no way any of this is real. He has done this before. They're only temporary. That's it.

Just temporary.

The poet closed his eyes and held in a deep breath. His chest felt like it was about to burst. Chills ran up his spine, intensified by the coolness of the bathwater, and he let out a exhale. Another deep breath in, and another long exhale...

Nothing changed.

Woodrow choked and gasped, finally crawling out of the bathtub and crashing down onto the cold hard tile floor. His breathing was now sporadic with a terror unimaginable, leaving him panicking like a newborn lost in the woods. Tears streamed down his face as he silently wailed in terrible realization. His body curled in a futile attempt to make itself warm.

There was silence.

...

And then the light flickered.

The fur on his back stood straight up. Woodrow shut his eyes.

He suddenly melted as a gentle, loving caress presses against his cheek.

"Please... no more tears. You did exceptionally well, my dearest poet. Soon all shall know what art truly is."

I know it's gonna be good when I open my notifications and see "No one knows how long these mangled corpses..." from you lol

Actually I read this last night and woke up still thinking about it. Your writing gives me chills and sticks in my brain as usual!

This is a less wholesome take on Phantom-possession, I take it? I like how Phandrow can be too extremely corny romantic art-dorks waxing poetic about each other and frolicking gaily through the woods forever, OR it could be a literally tortured artist pushed to his limits, and his supernatural boyfriend who is no stranger to lusting for revenge and could entice him to embrace his darker side and innate capacity for destruction. This ship is everything, mmhmm mhhhmmmmmmm

One thing is true regardless of AU, and the relative horror thereof: that when Phantom touches Woodrow he will forget all his suffering and figuratively turn into a puddle. Doesn't matter how many times it's happened or how long they have been together.

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