#im like no they... brought wine. they gave me the wine they brought. hes like oh well why was the wine here

[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny wont hurt ~

Chapter 9: differences

(Ftm Bright eyes - uses he/him pronouns)

(Lovely demi girl - uses they/she pronouns)

Tw: underage drinking

Lovely gave a hesitant knock on Bright's door.

A few seconds later Lovely was met with a very agitated looking Bright eyes.

"What is it?....you brought wine...?"

Bright's tone was initially very defensive, until his gase made its way down to the noticeably large and decadent bottle in Lovely's hands.

"Yeah I found it on one of the shelves in the hallway, its not doing any good being up there so i thought why not use it to celebrate you becoming part of the solair clan? I know you're technically not old enough to drink but hey! I think spending eternity being 19 is way too harsh of a punishment to do sober, so what do ya say?"

Bright eyes looked stunned, but nonetheless, he answered.

"I say mind the empty boxes and get your ass and that bottle in here!"

20 minutes later:

Let it never be said that Bright and Lovely weren't lightweights.

They were both sitting on the bed, pouring wine that was older than both of them combined into mugs Bright had brought up to his new room.

The blush on Bright's face was a shade of crimson against his skin. Lovely's was a deep pink.

They giggled between slurred words as they housed down the wine.

"Ok ok so- im sorry i-i have to ask"

Slurred Lovely.

"Yeah? Hic* whats up?"

Bright eyes answered, finding it increasingly difficult to sit up.

"You and Porter?"

Lovely didnt even finish before they both burst into a cascade of giggles, she didnt have to. Bright knew what she ment.

"Whaaat?"

Asked Bright eyes, as if Lovely was judging him for his taste in men.

"Nothing nothing! It's just hic* I heard from alexis that you where hehe~"

Lovely playfully nudged Bright's side, he giggled and pushed her away in response.

"Dont be gross!"

"Haha! What? I was just asking! I mean you've only known him like less than 20 minutes"

Bright couldn't help but smirk at this

"Uhh actually hehe we had already met, at a bar hic* the other day"

"Oooh! So this was like a reunion? Got it"

"Hehe yeeah, wait hic* how dose alexis know about that?"

Lovely began pouring another mug

"Oh she said she walked in on you two going at it in the hallway"

Bright eyes nudged Lovely with his mug, gesturing that hed like a refill

"Oooohh that explains why he dipped out on me"

Lovely began pouring another mug.

"He's probably waiting for YOU you know? I bumped into alexis on my way here so he's defiantly finished talking with her soooo"

Lovely was done with refilling his cup however he nudged her arm while she was pouring, indicating that he wanted more than what she was allowing him to have.

Lovely stumbled a bit because of this and for a second she worried that the wine would spill onto the bed and stain it.

"Yeeaah but I'll be damned if i wait around for a man for too long so hic* i left after he was gone for like hic* 1 minute...?"

Bright took the mug from her without any consideration that it could spill, and to Lovely's relief it didnt.

"What you gonna do if he shows up here?"

"Hic* I dunno probly turn him away"

"Heck Yeah!"

Lovely high fived the hand that didnt contain a mug full of wine.

"You know how much me and vincent hate Porter? I'm not judging you buuut"

Bright scoffed

"Why tho?"

"Hic* long story, I can already feel a headache forming"

Lovely grabbed at the skin between her forehead. Her vision was begining to blur. So was Bright's

"Damn how'd you manage to get a hangover BEFORE you're done drinking?"

"Oh piss off!"

Lovely playfully pushed him but due to his state he fell backwards instantly, the wine splashed as he fell

"OH SHI-"

Bright exploded with laughter, ignoring the wine he spilled over himself.

Thankfully he didn't get any on the bed sheet.

Once they had both calmed down, Lovely realized something.

"Wait- Wait.... Porter told us that he was talking a 'newborn' to the summit as his plus one"

Bright looked stunned, then his brows furrowed.

"Was he talking about you?!"

The question caused Bright's previous expression to change into one of suprise and confusion.

"I mean....he didn't SAY anything to me about it...?"

Lovely pushed herself up from the bed

"So you're telling me that asswhole said he was bringing you to the summit WITHOUT EVEN ASKING YOU FIRST?!"

Lovely recalled just how stressed Vincent was over inviting an additional vampire to the sumit, them being a newborn made things even more inconvenient, but the fact that the person he was inviting was not only already invited but they were the god damn guest of honour?!

Lovely was pissed, in more ways than one and it showed.

"Hey chill out! He probably didnt even mean ME i-im I was....just a one nighter i mean come on!"

"Dont play dumb! I saw how he looked at you today in that meeting, heee likes youuuu~"

He agressive tone from before had vanished and turned into a juvenile one, the kind youd expect to hear at a 12 year old's sleepover"

"Please stop"

They went back to laughing hysterically.

4 mugs of wine and 1 black out later:

"You know...I was a foster kid"

Bright was just coming to when he heard this.

"Really?....how did you know I was one too?"

"Vincent told me"

By this point they were both close to falling asleep at any moment, however, this was something Lovely had wanted to talk to Bright about since the moment Vincent had told her this piece of information, so she pulled herself together and took another sip, hoping it would keep her awake despite it being the thing causing her fatigue.

"Vincent told me that you told him"

"Oh Yeah, I remember"

Lovely once again was lost on how to continue this conversation.

"D-do you have any siblings?"

"Well-"

Bright hesitated.

"I don't know what it was like for you but in the homes i went to we all considered each other 'siblings' but biological? No. Not that I know of"

"Huh. Do you still keep contact with any of them?"

Lovely couldn't tell if he looked sad or just tired.

"I did. With one of them. But then she just...stopped"

"I'm really sorry"

For a moment they just layed there, quiet and still.

Until Bright got up and poured himself another, seemingly doing the same thing Lovely was attempting to do.

"What about you? Got any sibling?"

Lovely seemed to perk up at this.

"Yeah actually. Biological but they got adopted before me, the parents only wanted them"

Bright scowled.

"Tipical, honestly, they should do two for one deals with these sorts of things?!"

Lovely assumed he was joking due to the serious nature of the topic of discussion, so they laughed.

"Yeah Well, I was lucky enough to keep contact with them the whole time online, last year I got to meet them in person tho since I started going to damn and theyd been going there a little while before me"

Bright gave a warm smile. He seemed genuinely happy to hear that lovely was able to see their sibling again.

"They're doing good for themselves too, they have a nice boyfriend, a good friend group and they're so damn talented with magic!....I'm glad they ended up ok even without me"

Lovely gently touched his arm.

I'm hoping that even with your rough start, you can do the same"

His smile dropped as his lips parted in suprise, he didn't know how to respond. So he didn't.

He just clicked his mug with hers and continued to sip it.

The brim hiding his smile.

Vincent was still in shock in regards to what happend.

He would be lying if he said he hadn't seen Lovely angry before but this was....diffrent.

He also felt bad that Lovely had inadvertently made Sam feel like he needed to leave.

Vincent thought that the best thing to do would be to go and confront her.

But that was before he saw her and Bright laying on Bright's bed wasted.

"What the-?!"

"Ok ok so old wine....is good wine hic*"

Lovely didnt seem to notice Vincent standing gob smacked in the doorway.

"Yeah ok ok but hic* expensive wine....is good wine also-"

"What are you guys doing?"

Vincent finally got Lovely's attention.

"Oh hiiiii~ hey vinc hic* whats up?"

"A-are you drunk? Why are you drunk?!"

"Relax, I just thought we could use a drink is all"

Lovely was desperately trying to sit up, luckily her cup was empty so she didnt need to worry about spillage.

"We just established that Bright isn't old enough to even drink!"

"Oh chill out grandpa, Lovely here already got a headache"

Lovely, still stumbling over herself, pushing Bright eye's leg before falling over herself and eventually being caught by Vincent.

She looked up at him for a moment then smiled sweetly.

"Hi~"

She went to kiss him but she could barely keep herself up so she didnt succeed.

Vincent decided to excuse the absurdity of the situation and prioritise getting Lovely to bed before it got too light outside.

"Ok time to get you to bed, say bye to Bright"

"Byyee!~"

She waved lazily at him, he did the same.

Given Lovely's state, Vincent thought it was wise to ask Bright how he was holding up.

"Hey, you gonna be Ok?"

"Yeeeaah ill be fine"

Vincent trusted Bright not to do anything too stupid between now and night time.

"Alright then"

Vincent proceeded to carry Lovely into their bedroom a floor up.

Bright tried to sleep off the feeling swimming throught his head......But he couldn't.

Epilogue:

A knock on the door caused Bright eyes to jolt up from his bed.

He wasn't asleep, however he was still suprised by the sound, especially since the intoxicated state he was in amplified all sounds.

He groaned as he felt himself moving from his bed on the door.

"What?"

He slurred, voice thick with sleep.

He opened the door to Porter standing in front of him.

"I apologise for the late arrival~"

"Yeah? Why'd you run off before then? Cold feet?"

Bright had previously been told the answer to this question, however he still wanted to tease him, and see if he would tell the truth.

Porter winced at the implication that Bright had thought this entire time that Porter had left him due to "cold feet". Despite this, he coughed then gave a small slightly awkward laugh.

"N-no I do apologise for leaving its just....alexis saw us. I knew she would tell vincent and i really dont fancy having my head removed before I could get a chance to ask you something important, you understand?~"

Bright didnt answere, he did however share a kiss with Porter once he had finished apologising, he wasn't entirely sure who initiated it but he reciprocated nonetheless.

"Hmm~ may i come in?"

Bright could feel Porters breath against his lips.

Bright eyes smiled.

"No".

Then he closed the door to his room.

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#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted fic #redacted fanfic #redacted bright eyes #lovely redacted #redacted lovely #redacted vincent solaire #redacted vincent #redacted porter #ok just one more punk progeny wont hurt~

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It Wasn't Supposed To Happen Like This Part 3

Eris x Rhy's Sister! Reader

Summary: Eris used to be attached at the hip to Rhysand’s younger sister. Now that he has taken over as High Lord of the Autumn Court, his father’s old high table have been pressuring him to take a wife, he comes up with the brilliant lie that hes already courting someone and has been for several years now. Eris asks Rhysand’s little sister, the best way to get away with it and make it believable, to fake court her.

Warnings: Elain and Mor slander (I love Mor but it’s a plot point for later on I promise!), cussing 18+, some nsfw lean but no sex scenes yet, alcohol.

Trope/Prompt: Fake Dating

Word Count: 4,941

Notes: Part 3 is here, bit of a shorter chapter but im happy with where I left it off at, lots of Lucien and Eris bonding this chapter. Enjoy sweet affectionate drunk Eris. Not proofread at all. I posted this on my break. Posted on wrong account earlier oops!

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“You promised me we could go dance when I got back.” Happily intoxicated and finally relaxed, he wrapped his arms around me surrounding me with his scent of firewood and cinnamon. 

Lucien gave me an apologetic look from over Eris’s shoulder, as Eris nuzzled into my neck and hummed sweetly. A blush crept to my face at the overly affectionate display from the eldest Vanserra brother. His breath fanned across my collarbone as purred against me and I couldn’t help but feel an ache in my chest wishing for this to be a regular thing that I got to experience, but I was drawn from my spot as the forms of Azriel and Rhys talking with the other reentered Rita’s. I tapped Eris lightly on the shoulder and he made a hum of acknowledgement, his honey amber eyes seeking out my own  as he moved to pull me towards the floor. 

Just as I moved to stand myself I felt a squeeze of my hand from Mor, who was giving me a look that was a mix of sympathetic and apologetic.

 “I..,” she looked down into her lap where her other hand rested. “I never meant to lie, and I never meant for it to get so out of control like it is now. I, just, I’m sorry. I mean it. For what happened.”

I gave her a soft smile and squeezed back, biting back any bitter remarks that echoed in my brain after all these years of holding contempt against her. “Hey, no worries. We all have to do and say things to get by.”

She smiled softly back at me and moved her hand from mine into her lap as she let Eris pull me to the dance floor. She took a sip of wine and her shoulders deflated as Azriel and Rhys slid into the booth with her. Lucien had moved to the bar talking with the bartender there, though I couldn't see if he was ordering another drink or not. 

Eris pulled me close to him away from the prying eyes of the inner circle as he put his hands around my waist and tucked me into his chest, a slight rumble echoing there that I could only feel through the music.  The music was a slower one then what normally came from the live bands that rotated through, and Eris used it to his advantage as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, a small tilt of curiosity in his voice.

He brought my wrist up to his lips and pressed them to the small tattoo barely bigger than a fingernail. “What kinda deal did you make with her, hmm?” 

I moved to cup his face with the same hand he kissed. “You're too far gone to understand the significance of what it means right now if I told you.” I smiled softly, moving to pull him with the music as it began picking up into a faster beat, a new song.

He raised a brow at me with a cocky, sarcastic, yet relaxed look on his face. Mischief danced in his eyes, I’d never get used to how good that looked on him.

“I’m sure even in my haze I’ll understand.” He smirked as he pulled me tight against him, a move that was influenced by a mix of the music and trying to lure me into giving him what he wants; A move I knew all too well, that managed to bring me to my knees everytime.

I sighed as I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down so he could hear me over the pounding music. “It was a deal to get her to stop slandering you so much, I didn;t even think it was going to be a deal. Think she made it so I would understand how much she was sorry for everything she did.”

His eyes twinkled, as a smile bloomed on his face that made him practically glow. He cupped my face with both hands, eyes locking with mine. “You stood up for me again? Made a whole bargain just so I wouldn’t be slandered?”

I nodded and he purred loud enough I could hear it even with the blaring music. My heart skipped a beat as he dropped my face and pressed my body into his, leaning down to whisper into my ear.

“Darling,” he mused “I will never be able to repay you for all the favors you do for me. Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to my temple before he spun me around and pressed my back against his chest with a smirk.

“Plus, when you defended me against Azriel’s words earlier it was pretty hot little fox~.” He purred into my ear, blush crept into my cheeks and I spun out of his hold. 

He’s just drunk. There was no meaning behind his words really, just trying to get a rise out of me. “Get it together Eris, quit playing these games of yours.” I rolled my eyes and he let out a childish giggle.

“Okay, Okay fine. You win.” He surrendered but the mischief in his eyes wasn't gone.

He took my hand in his and spun me into him grabbing at my hands to lift me into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. He smiled wickedly at me, cheers erupted around us as the song came to a dramatic close. My eyes scanned the crowd behind Eris, everyone must have been watching us dance, he had managed to pull me into the center of the floor without me realizing. 

He smirked at me and I leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Sly fox.”  

His hand that supported my weight on my ass was a searing heat against me though he wasnt using any of his power. I jumped from his grasp to pull him into a quick bow. I was going to need several more drinks if this was how the night was going to proceed, sly remarks and lingering touches all masked under the influence of alcohol. 

Song after song played and we let eachother lose ourselves in the others' touches and remarks. Fuck it, if this was temporary I was bound and fucking determined to enjoy what attention like this I could get from my mate, even if he didn’t know that little fact he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as I was. Eventually as the night grew later I felt Rhys’s claws against my shields and I greeted him with a grumble for interrupting.

“Heading home, Feyre is starting to miss Nyx. Have fun, but not too much fun. Sorry for earlier I should have stepped in, I know you wouldn’t have let anyone talk about Feyre like that in my absence.” I felt his power rub against my conscience apologetically, it felt sad and remorseful.

“Have a goodnight Rhys, tell Feyre night for me too.” I laughed softly. “Don’t worry Rhys, I'll be good. I wont say it’s okay cause its not and your right but I’ll forgive you brother. I love you, have a goodnight.”

“I will, love you too.” He slipped out of my thoughts with an affectionate caress and my shields slid back into place.

As I returned my attention to Eris he was pouting, brows furrowed as he looked into my eyes. “What’s wrong Eris?” 

He let out a huff like a child throwing a tantrum. “Tell Rhys to leave you alone, it's us time.” 

I smiled and wanted to laugh at his childish behavior but bit it back as I smoothed out his hair. “Don’t worry you poor thing, he's gone now, he was just apologizing and saying good night.”

He pouted further when I called him a poor thing and it made me smile softly, a warmth blooming in my chest, but once he noticed my full attention was back on him he perked up. We danced for a while longer till the alcohol seemed to lessen from his system and he deflated as he held me close. 

“I have to go back to Autumn soon.” He sighed, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. 

I couldn’t stand seeing him upset. “Welcome back to the land of the coherent.” I joked trying to cheer him up and I felt him smile against me.

“Thank you, I mean it. You always put me first and I’ll never be able to repay you for all of it.” He mumbled into my shoulder.

I rubbed at his shoulders as he leaned against me for a moment before I began pulling him off the dance floor. “I gotta close out our tab but then we can go relax for a bit before you have to leave, okay?”

He nodded, eyes not glimmering nearly as much as they had been and my heart ached for him. I pulled him with me to the bar, the tender busy making drinks told us it would be a minute before he could get to us. Eris bid his time wrapping his arms around my waist and buried his face in between my shoulders. I held his hands that were firmly clasped around me with one of mine as I finally closed our tab out. He growled under his breath when I made him release me so we could leave the bar and I swatted his hand softly with a giggle. 

“You big teddy bear, we do have to leave the bar you know? You wanna go to the house of the wind? Or I actually share an apartment with Lucien in the city we can go there?” I crooned at him and felt him giggle into my shoulder.

“-partment” He cut himself off as he mumbled into my back.

“Wanna winnow or walk?” I rubbed at his forearm softly connecting the freckles that littered his skin.

“Walk, I don't know if I can winnow without getting sick.” He looked up from my shoulder, only his eyes showing over my shoulder. The gold and orange flecks in his amber eyes illuminated by the faelight signs behind the bar advertising the different brands they carried.

My breath caught in my throat as I entwined my hand with his and led him from the bar. He grumbled under his breath as I stepped out of his grasp. “I was comfy.”

I had to fight a giggle. “And I promise you, you can be comfy again when we get to the apartment.” 

He mumbled a fine and moved to step in front of me so he could hold the door open for me to pass through. “Fine. I guess that's an acceptable promise then.”

I smiled up at him as I passed and turned around to offer my hand out to him again. A smile crept onto his face but exhaustion was present in his eyes as he entangled his hand in mine. 

The walk to the apartment was slow, purposely though, so Eris could postpone having to put that mask back on and return to his court. It would probably be a week till I saw him again, a week for him that would be full of having to strategically put on a mask around his fathers court till he could replace them and build it the way he wanted to.

I felt a tug on my hand as Eris stopped to look out at the mountaintops, where a single shooting star fell and disappeared behind them. 

He looked over at me and a soft barely there smile graced his features. “You make a wish?” 

I would only ever wish for one thing, felt like  if I asked for more then it would be too greedy of me, especially when the mother and the cauldron couldn't even grant me my single wish. 

I nodded in response and the softest smile graced his features and his entire body seemed to relax. “So did I.”

I wanted to ask what he wished for but knew there was the superstition about if you told what your wish was that it wouldn’t come true, so I left the question unasked. He took a step back to my side and motioned to the sidewalk ahead of us.

“Ready whenever you are.” He looked down on me and the shop lights caught his eyes making them flicker like fire.

Fuck I wanted to kiss him here and now, but if I did I put everything on the table. I couldn’t lose this so I opted to push the feeling down and it felt like I was going to suffocate as I pulled him towards the apartment again. The rest of the walk was quiet Eris falling into line beside me. Once we made it to the apartment I led him up the stairs to see no lights on, Lucien must still be out then I reasoned. 

I pushed the door open, the wards clicking to life and unlocking at my presence. Inside was decorated in a mix of autumn and night colors, mine and Lucien’s safe haven here. The couch was large enough to fit both me, Lucien and one other person, the wood frame was a dark almost black color and the fabric that lined it a deep reddish orange that had reminded me of eris’s hair when we picked it out. A large blanket made of fur was thrown across the back of it, in case me or Lucien passed out there, on one of the 2 throw pillows it came with. Lucien had picked out a reading chair that was a deep emerald green that he’d tucked into a corner by a bookshelf, I knew he picked the color because it reminded him of Tamlin and the Spring Court but said nothing to him. He had a similar blanket to the one on the couch folded on the ottoman that matched the chair, the novel Lucien had been reading before he left for his mission sat bookmarked on top of the blanket. 

Plants and candles littered the space, nicknacks reminiscent of Spring and autumn sat on nearly every shelf.  A small coffee table separated the couch from the fireplace, on it my own books sat, one a precursor to the one Lucien had been reading and the other a gift from my father when I was younger that talked about constellations and astronomy. As I led Eris inside I could see his eyes sparkle and watched his shoulders completely deflate as he stepped over the boundary, I closed the door behind him and the wards locked into place again. 

Eris looked around a second before he found himself standing in front of the fireplace. He squatted down and sparked the fire to life before he stood back up and spotted a small wooden carved figure of a fox sitting regally, it had scratches and tiny dents in the soft wood but it was after all over 500 years old. Eris picked it up and turned it over, his eyes found mine and he looked like he was going to start crying.

“You still have this?” His voice cracked. Fuck.

I nodded. “Of course I do, it was the first gift you ever gave me.”

He had carved that fox for me by the edge of the pond the next time we had visited, it had become our regular spot to go when our fathers were meeting.

He set it back into its spot and wiped his eyes where tears had begun to bubble. I moved to sit on the couch and he took a few shaky steps forward before he dropped to his knees and buried his face in my lap, tears spilling from his eyes. Fuck this was so similar to the day he had been told he was to be engaged to Mor. 

I entwined my fingers in his hair, trying to sooth him softly but my own tears were beginning to line my eyes. We sat and he cried in my lap for an hour before he began falling asleep where he sat on the floor with his head on my knees. I couldn’t begin to comprehend why me still having that fox caused him to break like that, I wanted to ask but knew if I pried it would probably cause more pain. Somewhere the voice in my head answered me with the thought “because it shows you actually care. That you've always been there and always will be.”

I noticed his breathing had slowed, only catching here or there and I moved a stray hair behind his ear and he looked up at me, his sorrow filled eyes finding mine.

“You aren’t going back tonight, are you? It's awfully late and I wouldn’t want you to get sick from winnowing.” My voice was barely audible but he shook his head and sniffled softly.

“Then let's go get you into some comfy clothes, yeah?” He nodded and leaned back onto his knees to let me stand.

As I stood I ran my fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes to lean into my touch. Mother save me, even after crying for so long he still managed to look so pretty. I extended my hand out to him and he placed his in mine gently, as he stood his knees popped and he cringed; he had spared them no mercy with the force he collapsed onto them with earlier.

I led him to Lucien’s room, the two had to be a similar size I gathered based on what it looked like when they stood beside each other earlier. An old wooden dresser was tucked into the corner of the younger male’s room and I led eris to sit on the bed as I scrounged through the drawers till I found a pair of sleep pants. I pulled a loose white sleep shirt from the closet and passed them to Eris. 

“Go ahead and change, I’m going to slip into some comfy clothes of my own. My rooms right across the hall, when you are done just head to the living room. I’ll make us some tea and we can relax. Okay?” he just nodded as he looked at the clothes and I slipped out of the room, closing the door and stepping into my own room. 

I pulled a wine, almost maroon color set of satin pajama set, a tank top and pair of shorts, from my own dresser; quick to change into them I wrapped a matching sleep robe over my shoulders and slipped back out into the hallway. I could see Eris’s shadow on the wall of the hallway, the events of the day catching up to me as I processed everything now that I finally had a moment to breathe softly. I stepped into the kitchen, making us a pot of chamomile tea, drizzling the slightest bit of honey into our cups. 

Eris looked at me with the saddest smile as I handed him the cup and he took a sip of it. I put my own cup on the coffee table Eris following suit as he swallowed; he scooted a few inches down before he laid down on the couch, his head on my lap. My fingers found his hair as I watched the fire flicker in the hearth, he had one hand resting right above my knee which he clung to me with as if I would be ripped from his grasp. 

After a few minutes his breathing became shallow and I looked down at his sleeping face. He finally looked relaxed, I reached above him to pull the fur blanket onto his frame, and began humming a soft lullaby my father would sing to me when I was upset. 

I must have fallen asleep myself, because next thing I know I was woken up by the wards unlocking. As the door was pushed open Lucien stilled in the doorway, eyes wide like he had walked in on something he shouldn’t have. He settled after a second and shut the door behind him softly, wards clicking locked.

“I thought he was going back tonight?” Lucien raised a brow in question.

“He was originally. I offered to bring him back here to relax before he had to go back…” I trailed off

“But?” Lucien brought our cups to the kitchen, sitting them softly in the sink with a clink.

“When we got back, he spotted the little fox he carved me and broke down crying. I mean he was fully on his knees crying into my lap Luci.” I sighed and tucked a stray hair away from Eris’s face.

Lucien hummed in acknowledgement, quickly washing the cups and putting them away. “You know why?”

“No. He didn't say anything once he stopped crying.” I mumbled softly watching the way Eris’s features softened as I stroked his hair back.

Lucien stalked across the living room barely making a sound, besides a creak of a floor board. Leaning back and kicking his feet up onto the ottoman, he threw the blanket over his legs and sat the book on his lap.

“Its because he has realized that after all this time, you still genuinely care about him. That you have never once had a thing against him, never once thought him the terrible male everyone else does. That you still care, always have and always will.” Lucien sighed before he continued. “After all they said tonight, I think it got to him. When we went to the bathroom, he said something that got to me even. It didn’t make sense to me till now.”

I looked up at Lucien who had his head leaned back and was staring at the ceiling. “What did he say?”

His amber eye found mine, something serious in them. “I barely caught it under his breath, probably shouldn’t have even heard it. But he said ‘she's why i’m doing this, she’s why I’ve got to be better, she’s why.’ He was practically chanting it under his breath. I think Azriel’s words got in his head, I know he struggled with feeling he was enough of a good male to still call you his friend. Our father’s abuse broke how he views himself, so under that mask he wears opinions to get to him when it's. It’s a lot for him, it gets to him.”

I nodded, felt the tears line my eyes again but Lucien caught me off before I could say anything. “So when he saw that one little figure, it might be silly to you to see him cry over it but it was proof that even to one person, one person he cares for more than the Prythian itself, that he is none of those things and that someone actually cares, shattered him. Trust me when I say this hun, but he would raze all the courts to the ground if something happened to you, so yeah your opinion of him matters more than anything to him.”

Tears ran down my face slowly. “But why?”

“Why what?”Lucien half smiled.

“Why do I matter so much” I sniffled

“Honestly, I don't know, just do. If I had to guess it's because you have been there since the beginning, since before his life went to shit.” Lucien hummed. “Now stop crying or you’ll wake him up, wipe your cheeks off.”

I wiped my face and nodded quickly. “Can I ask something?” Lucien mused.

I nodded. “Yeah?”

“You emphasized the fact that he was on his knees. Like you had seen it before, what happened last time that made you realize how important the reason for crying was to him, whatever it was?” He returned his gaze to the ceiling.

“It was the woods after he was informed about his engagement to Mor…” I mumbled and looked down to watch how Eris’s fingers clung to my leg. 

“Oh.” Lucien hissed.

“He snuck out a bottle of alcohol and we ran off to our spot in the woods. He broke down in my arms, we broke down and cried together.” I sighed “He begged me to not leave him alone in the world.” 

Lucien sat up fairly quickly. “He.. He begged you?” Lucien’s eyes both found purchase on me. “He thought you would leave him and he begged you to stay?”

I nodded. “He begged and apologized and we both cried harder than I thought was possible. He asked if I hated him Lucien.” The younger male sucked in the sharp breath.

“What did you say to him?” The redhead murmured to me like it was almost forbidden to say it out loud.

“I promised him that I never have, never could, and never will.” I brushed Eris’s hair out of his face again and he smiled in his sleep and purred against my thigh.

Lucien’s eyes widened as if he realized something that had eluded him for years. “You made a deal with him that you would never be able to hate him… You wouldn't have made that deal unless you knew it couldn’t be broken no matter what. Your mates aren’t you?” 

I nodded and Lucien wiped his face with your hands. “He doesn't know does he?” 

I shook my head again. “No he doesn't” 

Lucien hissed under his breath. “Oh now you two have most definitely worked yourselves into a mess.”

I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean?”

“He loves you, I know that much. For you to matter that much to him he has too. He chose you for this whole fake dating thing for a reason then” Lucien mumbled. 

I stilled and cut him off. “He said he chose me because I was the first female that came to mind that he trusted enough to ask to do this.” I hissed.

“The first female,” Lucien hissed back, “Because he is in love with you.”

We both sighed loudly and Lucien turned to me with a soft look in his eyes. “Just don’t let him burn himself out is all I ask. He’s the only other good member of my family, snuck me out to Spring Court, warned me about what they were going to do to Jes.”

I nodded and he stood. “I'm going to go take a bath, have a good night, I’ll see you both in the morning.”

Jesminda came up, after all these years it was still a sore spot for him. Especially after he had seen Elain hanging on Azriel, I was just surprised he brought it up himself. Showed how much Eris truly meant to him, made sense why he cared so much but his wording confused me. 

“What do you mean by ‘Don’t let him burn himself out?’ Lucien?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. 

Lucien stilled in the archway of the hall, his back still to me as he looked over his shoulder. “I mean he is willing to play with as much fire as it takes to stay close to you even if he burns out in the process. Don’t let him burn out, keep his spark ignited, fan it into a raging forest fire. We both know the capability he has to become one of the best males there is, we both know the only reason he has to do that now is you. He is reforming Autumn for you it seems like. Keep that spark fanned, strike out whoever wants to snuff it. The only thing keeping him burning is you.” Lucien’s mind was racing as he spoke but mine was equally so. 

He turned and looked me dead in the eyes, a fire raged deep within them. “Promise me, make a deal with me here and now.”

“What?” I was taken off guard by his tone of voice.

He strode over to me with his hand extended. “Let's make a deal here and now that you will protect him, that you won't let him burn out or let anything bad ever happen to him again. That you’ll chase his terrible thoughts away, just like you did tonight, whenever they become unbearable for him.” 

I looked back down at his hand, then back up into his amber and metal eyes. I placed my hand firmly in his. “It's a deal.”

I didn’t want anything from Lucien in exchange, knew we both wanted the same thing here, for Eris to be happy. I knew what my purpose was the second I felt the sting of a new bargain tattoo on my upper right arm. As I pulled back from Lucien and looked to the spot i had felt the sting, I knew that no matter how long it was going to take even if we got into a terrible argument after this arrangement, that I would wait for Eris and be there to chase his fears away, knew the second my eyes locked on the tattoo that perfectly mirrored the wooden fox Eris carved for me all those years ago.  In the same spot on Lucien’s shoulder was a constellation in deep red ink.  

Lucien smiled at me and returned to the archway calling over his shoulder before he disappeared with a smirk. “Goodnight Sister.”

It felt like my body absorbed all the heat it could from Eris and pushed it right into my face, my heart racing and an ache settled in my chest that was only soothed by Eris’s fingers clinging slightly tighter to me. I settled taking the second throw pillow and putting it behind my head, the least Lucien could have done was give me his blanket before he left, Fuck. 

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hello author (＾▽＾)

can I ask you to write vampire reader x human Yjh and Kdj relationship hc i thing it's would be interesting

HI!! THIS IS SUCH A CUTE RELATIONSHIP!

btw this is going to be a healthy relationship, im not a huge fan of writing toxic/abusive relationships ykyk

HELP I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU SAID HC AND IM ALREADY 3/4 IN WRITING EVERYTHING...ITS OK ILL JUST DO BOTH LMFAO

human yoo joonghyuk, kim dokja (separate) x vampire reader

summary: the awful sun...it burns! thus, your lover decides to (somehow) give you a coat that has sun resistance so you can finally step out.

Yoo Joonghyuk is a ruthless man. However, during his regressions, he came to find you, a vampire. And what was so interesting about you is that, you were a vampire before the apocalypse. At first he brought you along only because he found you useful. But then, when he was able to clear more and more scenarios with you, he started to develop these 'strange feelings' he calls them.

Being a vampire was a struggle for you. After all, there were so many people around you, it was hard to resist. you usually drank animal blood from the nearby butcher, but when the apocalypse hit, you lost your supply. But when you met him, Yoo Joonghyuk, everything changed.

Blood is like wine. The more it ages, the better it tastes. So, as a regressor, Yoo Joonghyuk's blood was amazing. Of course, he killed you the first few times he met you, but started warming up.

Now, as the relationship developed, and when you two started dating after, what, 7 regressions? Well, he realized it was hard for you to join him completing scenarios with your weakness of the sun.

He scoffed, "weak." he muttered under his breath as he turned away from you.

His actions were very different though. A week later, he brought a coat that looked almost identical to his, except in a beige color, and with different attributes. Yours made you gain sun resistance.

You cried when you stepped out in the sun, feeling warmth from the fiery ball for the first time. You hugged him dearly, thanking him over and over again.

Yoo Joonghyuk was shocked to say the least. As a man who's unfamiliar with such emotions, he awkwardly patted your back. He never realized how much this meant to you. After all, vampires have feelings to.

headcannons here

he definitely gets the coat first thing when he regresses

since the scent of blood is so strong to you, he will use his coat to wrap you up and calm you down

Where SP exists, YJH definitely gets jealous whenever SP gifts something to you at the exact time you need it.

ur blood bag, he volunteers

every time he regresses, its really weird

like just imagine some super over powered hot guy comes to you and says like-

"Let me be your blood bag i love you" or something LMAOOOO

Nah he wouldn't do that (he probably might)

It would be really awkward though because he'd try to like move the relationship really fast cuz he just wants to date you and hold hands and other lovey-dovey stuff

he's awkward in general

definitely has killed before to give you blood

brought back a bucket of blood once

you didn't drink it because like STDs yk

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Kim Dokja was like a child asking Santa Claus questions about Christmas when he first met you (pre apocalypse btw). I mean, you're just like the characters in his favorite novel!

It was an accident when he found out. I mean its not normal seeing your co-worker drink animal blood and eat raw animal meat is it? And i mean... it was pretty odd everyday when you came to work all bundled up.

When the apocalypse hit, the two of you were both on the train/subway. You were breathing heavily, trying to control yourself. He gave his coat to you and put it on top of your head, blocking your vision. Few minuets later, he gave you a grasshopper to kill.

Later on, after he became 'Demon King of Salvation,' he met 'Mass Production Maker' at the Gourmet Association when they were viewing the scenario and talking.

(I cant remember all they way how Mass Production Maker acts fyi)

"Mass Production Maker sir, I'd like to ask for a favor." It was rare for someone like the Demon King of Salvation to ask for a favor, well unless it was you. "Oh? And what may someone like you ask for from an old man like me?" Mass Production Maker did not take his eyes off the scenario, but you could tell he was listening to the rather newly born constellation.

"There's someone very dear to me who needs a rather special coat...I know you don't really do commissions but-" The Mass Production Maker laughed an old hearty laugh. "My, my, what young love folks like you have! How enjoyable! I like you young man, make sure to stay loyal, I'll do it for free as you helped me earn so many coins from the bet!" (I think that's what happened if I remember correctly?)

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when you two finally met again, Kim Dokja wrapped you in a lovely beige coat, just like his. "What is this?" you asked curiously. "A coat for you to step out in the sun!" You gasped. "R-really?! I can finally go outside?.."

He nodded and dragged you right next to where the shadows met the sun. You stopped, nervous to if this would work or not. Kim Dokja turned around and held your face. "Hey..It's going to work, I promise." He assured you.

[The constellation, "Demonic Judge of Fire" squeals in happiness.]

[500 coins have been sponsored]

"Alright then..." You slowly stepped out in the sun, eyes shut as you waited to burn but-you didn't? You slowly opened your eyes, your senses feeling the warmth on your face. "I'm-I'm in the SUN!" You jumped and hugged Kim Dokja. "Thank you Thank you!" You cried, tears running down your face. You could finally feel the warmth you longed for with him under the sun.

Headcannons!!!!!

Likes to give you blood

wants you to just drink all of his blood, i mean its not like he can't revive

Flabbergasted when you cried when he was dead for 3 days

He likes to hug you because you're always cold (cuz ur a vampire...ykyk)

Had a HUGEEEEEEE cultural (or vampire) shock when you didn't bite his neck but his hand instead

and the silver thing

and garlic

becomes a huge vampire nerd

will correct people when they say something wrong about vampires

outsiders will think HE'S the vampire because of how much he talks about them

likes to be carried bridal style by you with your super strength vampire abilities

first time you two ate together at a restaurant when he knew you were a vampire, he asked for a raw slab of meat with lots of blood

the waiter looked at him weirdly

everyone in the restaurant stared at the two of you

you guys got banned from it

THE ENDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

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New Romantics

next chapter

taylor swift x fem reader!writer

warnings: swearing, drinking, parties, reader is tall (5’10), reader is feminine, mean joe.

you were at a party with taylor and her boyfriend joe. joe was off talking to some other guys while you and taylor just sat at a table and talked about life. taylor and joe were continuously arguing everyday, and almost every time it was about taylors eras tour despite it being done.

you travelled with taylor to a good amount of the concerts while you were finishing your book which is now a best seller in stores all across the states. you had written a couple other famous stories but this was your biggest yet.

throughout the party you and taylor had both been congratulated for your separate achievements and both of you were exhausted. you excused yourself from the table for a bit to go to the bathroom and while you were gone, joe came over to taylor.

joe sat down across from her with an annoyed look on his face. “why do you hangout with her so much? you guys act like a couple more than we do.” taylor scowled at joes remark. “we’ve been together for six years, me and hazel are just best friends. besides, im straight, so you don’t have to worry.”

joe sighed, obviously not satisfied by her response. “taylor, she looks at you weird, like she has a crush on you and you look at her the same way.” taylor furrowed her eyebrows, she was beginning to get frustrated by the conversation. “me and her are just friends. there’s nothing going on between us.”

joe raised his eyebrows and scoffed “you like her, you just won’t admit it.” taylor didn’t know how to respond so she got up and walked away over to the bar where she got a small glass of wine.

you came back and saw she was gone so you searched for her and when you found her you walked over to her with a slightly concerned look. taylor noticed your expression and explained what happened. your stomach hurt when she said you two were just friends but you ignored it and thought it was nothing.

“he thinks something is going on between us? that’s ridiculous.” you nervously laughed a little as you spoke. taylor didn’t notice the uneasy tone to your laugh thankfully, but she couldn’t help but feel a little sad from your words.

you and taylor talked for a while longer but you guys were interrupted by an angry looking joe, “let’s go, i want to leave now.” you looked at taylor confused and decided to not interfere and leave. since taylor, the only person you really gave a shit about there was leaving, you did too.

you left and got into your car, you turned on the radio and listened to whatever music was on. basically every two songs one of taylor’s would play, reminding you of her.

you sat on your couch wearing a white cable knit sweater and plaid boxer shorts while watching the hunger games, your cat laid on the cushion next to you sleeping while you drank wine.

as you were in the middle of watching the movie when someone rang your doorbell. you checked the time and it was almost midnight, you groaned and wearily went to the door. you unlocked and opened the door slowly and saw taylor crying.

she instantly hugged you and you shut the door behind her and hugged back. “what happened taylor? are you okay?” you spoke softly while rubbing taylor’s back. she wiped her tears away but then more tears came “joe broke up with me.”

your eyes widened for a moment before pulling her back into a short hug and then brought her into your living room. you sat down on the couch with her and held her hands while she opened up about it. after talking about it for hours, you two fell asleep on the couch together.

she slept in your arms with her head on your chest and you were too far from sober to notice it.

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Your First Date-Genshin

Characters: Xiao, Albedo, Venti, Cyno x gn reader (separate)

Summary: your first date(random headcanons of your first date with them)

Warnings: just fluff and small headcanons, also not proof-read

Note: i´m sry for the late(r) post, i have some family problems im trying to get rid of, but its taking a lot of my energy and motivation, hope you understand, i love you all

this is part 1, out of two(maybe three)

Xiao

I feel like he would try and make it as romantic as he can, but he doesn't really get how. but he gets an A+ for trying

he definitely has some almond tofu, and just this once he´ll share some with you(thats not going to be the last time my dude)

for the location, i´d say someplace up high in liyue, so you can look down on either the city or whatever you see really(hilichurls dancing)

he accidentally stared at you too long, and started turned (very) red when you pointed it out(bro was a tomato lets be fr)

he gave you a hairpin(or a normal peice of jewlary, if you dont have hair/dont want a hairpin) that was made to look like his mask(so cute)

Albedo

it´d be up in dragonspine, lets be honest, it doesn't even have to be his lap up there(but it would be the safest so...)

he shows you some alchemy if you want

or he paints with you/teaches you how to paint kinda like him

^^he also painted you looking out at the horizon(you pretty motherf*cker)

if you´re cold, he´ll give you his jacket/he also thought the blush on your cheeks were cute as he did so/

^^he "forgot" to take his jacket back, and you didnt realize you still had it on/you now own one of his jackets/

he gave you some artificial flowers he made, could be in front of you, and made that his little gift for you

Venti

its at windrise, you had your first date at windrise, you cannot tell me otherwise ok

he brought dandelion wine(shocker), and he actually shared it with you(he normally would never)

besides wine, he also brought some apples, and an apple pie(that he made with love and care)

he´ll definitely climb the big tree with you and sit up there

he would steal your jacket if he got cold(you´ll be fine, you´re going to have to carry him home anyway)

he was thinking abt riding davalin on your first date, but he didnt want to scare you(davalin thought it was a horrible idea)

Cyno

you would be playing cards, you cant convince me otherwise

it would either be in Puspa cafe or at his house, he lets you decide

he would also help you win over him, or basically teach you how to be good

^^you never actually won, sadly

you would either cook food together, buy some(his treat), or he would have made your favorites before you came over(yes he knew your fav beforehand)

he asked tighnari for help with a gift, because he couldn't decide of something to give you(tighnari mentally facepalmed when cyno asked, its not he would know)

^^he ended up picking either a piece of jewelry, a tcg card or a piece of clothing(depends on what you like)

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Nightmare Academia P.22 | Spencer Reid x Reader

♥ Summary: In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, you and Reid reunite. And you get a little tipsy. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: alcohol mention, general softness

♥ A/N: im genuinely super happy with this chapter, have fun with it

♥ Word Count: 2741

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“Where the fuck did you come from?”

Your voice still echoed in the otherwise silent air of the office.  You looked back out the door, down the hallway and around, searching for where Reid might have been hiding.  Spencer didn’t move.  He didn’t answer.  He just stood there, stock still in the office, staring right at you.

“Seriously, where the fuck were you?” You looked down at the bottle in your hands, “I haven’t started drinking yet.”

Again, Spencer didn’t answer, but this time he didn’t stay still.  In a split second, moving faster than he’d ever moved in his goddamned life, he crossed the room.  Before you could process how fast he’d moved, or pause to think, or take a breath, his arms were wrapped around you.  

His grip on you was strong but gentle.   His usual hesitation at human touch was banished by his fear and the intensity of the situation.  He held you close for a second- close to him like you were something important.  Something more than a thorn in his side.  Your eyes widened at the sudden contact.  It was kind of amazing that you hadn’t dropped the wine bottle in your shock.  As it was, you felt a tiny bit stunned and a tiny bit saddened.  You really needed that hug.

“I thought you were hurt.”

His voice was so soft, so quiet, that even with his lips against your ear, you had to strain to hear him.  It was odd, honestly.  Spencer usually had so much to say, but for once, he was silent.  You could feel his hands shaking against your back.

“It wasn’t me.  I’m not hurt, it’s not me.”

He pulled away before you could elaborate, “What happened?  Who’s-”  

“It’s Frank.  Someone shot him, they think it was Adam, but it wasn’t.  Now Adam needs character witnesses, and I-” Your words came faster and faster until there was no more air in your lungs.  Your hands quivered slightly, and Spencer reached out again, taking the wine bottle from you and placing it on the desk behind him before he gathered both of your hands in his.

It didn’t really help much.  Spencer’s hands were still trembling, so your hands just kind of trembled together.  It wasn’t bad, per-say.  The contact did help calm you down, it’s just that nobody stopped shaking.

“It’s okay,” Spencer reassured you, “It’s going to be okay.  Just breathe.”

“Okay,” you choked on air, very clearly not okay, “I’m okay.  I just- look, I know it’s a lot to ask because you’ve met the guy like, one time, but would you be a character witness for Adam?  It’s just, you’re a Fed.  You’re a Fed, and you know him, and that will go over really well with almost any jury, so-”

“Hey, hey,” he brought your hands closer to his chest, brushing his thumb over your knuckles over and over again, “I’ll do it.  I’ll do anything you need me to do, okay?”

“Okay.  Okay,” you took a deep breath, finally allowing yourself some peace, “Thank you.  Thank you.” 

“You don’t need to thank me.”

He gave your hands a final squeeze, almost memorizing the way they felt in his grasp before he had to let go.  You both missed the warmth instantly.  Spencer cleared his throat and took a step back.  He wouldn’t meet your eye.  He looked anywhere and everywhere but you.  It was like he was very suddenly allergic to your face.  You kind of wanted to scream.  Instead, you sighed.

“Get back here.”

“Sorry?”

“I said get back here, you motherfu-” You cut yourself off, burying your face in his chest.  You wrapped your arms around him tightly, trapping him, giving him no chance to escape.  Not that it mattered much.  Spencer didn’t want to escape.  

He returned your embrace without hesitation.  His long, slender fingers brushed long strokes against your spine.  He melted into you, resting his head on your shoulder, and in turn, you melted into him.  You grabbed a fistful of his shirt, trying to drag him impossibly closer to you, and to his credit, he let you pull him in.  The two of you stood there for a moment, letting the universe fall back into place.  Spencer felt so warm wrapped around you.  And he smelled nice.  And you realized you’d never been this close to him without him bleeding out.  And you realized that you really didn’t want him to let go.

“Sorry to jump you with affection, but I, uh-”

“Technically, I jumped you first,” he paused for a second.  His hand paused with him, stilling at the small of your back, “Please never leave me another message like that- at least not one without extensive context.”

“I scared you pretty bad, huh?” you pulled back to stare up at him, a shit-eating grin crossing your face despite the circumstances.

“Badly.  And I wouldn’t say you scared me,” Spencer’s voice pitched up as he lied, “It’s just-”

“You thought I was dead.”

He sighed but smiled, resigning himself to your victory, “Something like that.”

“Something like that,” you mocked, letting your head fall back against his chest with a dull thud.  Right then might’ve been a good time to move, but neither of you did.  You were tired.  You’d been tired for the past twenty-four hours or so.  You were moving through a living nightmare, and now that you’d found a source of comfort, you weren’t about to let go.

Comparatively, Spencer was trying to fight his nightmares- even there, standing up and awake with his arms around you, he was still fighting off his worst fears.  It was kind of hard to blame him for that.  In the past few years, he’d lost a girlfriend and a mentor to brutal and horrific murders.  Even more recently, his co-worker’s niece had been kidnapped, sold on a black market for serial killers, and nearly tortured.  The BAU was fending off a shadowy network of hitmen.  The world felt more and more dangerous every day, and Spencer was terrified that it would take more of the things he cared about.  

And he cared about you.  

“Fucking fuck you were gone for a while,” you mumbled into his chest.  You weren’t super sure that he heard it, but the soft huff of a laugh he let out gave you some confidence.

“Too long, apparently,” Spencer pulled his head away from you for a moment as he gazed back at the smut-filled bookshelves, “Though it looks like you’ve kept yourself busy.”

“Oh, that?” you asked, finally (and reluctantly) unburying yourself from his hold, “That’s been going on since before you left.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “You didn’t notice?”

Spencer was too busy staring at the smut to answer.

“Huh.  I guess you’re losing your edge, Doctor Detective.”

“I’m not losing my edge, I just didn’t think to look for smut in my office.”

“Well, maybe you should have.”

“Where did you even put everything?”

“Don’t worry, pretty boy.  All your books are safe and sound.  I promise.”

He stared at you for a moment.  A light pink blush painted his features- he wasn’t sure if it was because of the book about minotaur sex on his bookshelf, or if it was because of you.  It could’ve been either.  It could’ve been both.  It was probably you.

You picked up the wine bottle.

“So, uh.  Do you want a drink?”

“I’m good, thanks.  Besides, the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse found that the rate of all alcohol-related emergency department visits increased 47.0% between 2006 and 2014.  The Alcohol-Related Disease Impact application estimates that there are more than 140,000 deaths caused by excessive alcohol use in a year.  I-in other words, that stuff kills.”

“Oh.  That’s-”

“I’m so sorry, that was weird, I-” Spencer’s already massive eyes got even bigger.  He shook his head as if trying to rid his mind of all the statistics it contained.  For a second, Spencer looked a little bit like a kicked puppy- a little dog who had made a mistake and knew it was about to be reprimanded for bad behaviour.

That look physically pained you.

“That was fine, Spencer.  You’re fine,” you tried to sound reassuring, “And hey, now I know about the dangers of drinking in excess.  My original plan was to down the whole bottle, but now I’m informed.”

Spencer briefly wondered if he was cursed, because you just kept saying things that made his heart have a little freak out in his chest.  Not like, a butterflies in the stomach, he’s in love and isn’t realizing it type of freak out, but a, “Holy shit something is wrong and we lost sight of that, oops,” kind of freak out.  Or perhaps a, “Holy fuck, what is it with this person and saying things that make me panic,” freak out.

“I’m glad I informed you.”

“Me too,” you opened the bottle, “Though I do want to be clear- I decide when I die, pretty boy.  No alcohol is doing that for me.”

“I- that’s nonsensical.  You don’t really get a choice about when you die.”

“Maybe you don’t.”

You hopped up on the desk, sitting with the open wine held between your thighs.  You leaned back, peering at the drawers, but you didn’t find what you were looking for.

“I don’t think we have cups.”

Spencer crossed his arms and stepped towards the desk, leaning against it, beside you, “Do we really not have cups in here?”

You shook your head and pursed your lips, “Apparently not.  Are you sure you don’t want any?  Because I know you have a thing with germs, and once I get mine on the bottle-”

“I’m sure,” he smiled, “I shouldn’t drink, anyway.”

“Oh?  Don’t tell me you’re a sloppy drunk, Spence.”

Spencer choked on air at the sound of you using the nickname.  It didn’t matter that you were teasing him, the intimacy of the nickname was still killing him.

Trying and failing to recover, Spencer stuttered without thought, “I- it’s- someone needs to remember to get more cups.”

“Right.  Cups,” you let out a tiny little laugh, “Well, in that case.”

You brought the bottle to your lips.  The wine was pretty good.  It had been a gift, making it free to you, and free wine can never be all that bad.  While you were having a fine time with your wine, Spencer was watching you drink, studying the column of your throat,  and running his eyes over the spot where your lips met the bottle.  You were gorgeous.  How could someone doing something as simple as drinking be gorgeous?  Spencer didn’t know, but he knew it was possible because you were sitting in front of him and drinking and being gorgeous.  

Spencer kind of hoped someone would shoot him.  

“So,” you set the wine back down, “How are things with you?  I uh, I saw you took down the guy who killed your mentor- Gideon, right?  Jason Gideon?  It was in the news.”

Spencer tilted his head in confusion, “It was in the local news- and it got brief coverage from some national news broadcasters, but I don’t remember them covering it here.”

Your fingers tapped against the glass in your hands, “Well, I mean… that’s because they didn’t.  I may have done a little bit of research on the case.  And then on the BAU.”

“Really?  You researched the investigation of a case that took place several states away from you?”

“It wasn’t just any case,” you took another sip of wine.  You needed it, “It was your case.”

Spencer hoped again that some divine force would just strike him down, because you looked so pretty drinking wine- drinking wine and caring about him, holy shit.

“And then you researched a government agency that you despise?  For fun?”

“For fun.  For you.  And I’ll admit, the BAU might be a special squad of government agents generally perpetuating a fucked up system and abusing their access to a gas-guzzling jet, but… sometimes you use your powers for good.  Sometimes you use your powers for so much good that it doesn’t feel real, but…” you paused to drink, “I’m glad you caught the guy.” 

Spencer’s heart slammed against his ribs so hard that it almost hurt.  

“If you want me to, I think I can get the BAU to look into Frank’s assault,” he spoke so fast that you almost didn’t hear him.

“What?  Is that a thing you guys can do?  Just… investigate whatever crimes you want?  I thought you needed to be invited by local police?”

“Usually we do, but if a case crosses state lines, we can take over- and I think this case might.”

“Fuck- really?” you turned to face him, eyes wide and fist tight around the neck of the bottle.

“I-” Spencer paused.  He wasn’t sure what to say.  He could’ve told you about the hitman network, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do that- and more than that, he didn’t want you to fear for your own safety.  

He made up his mind, “Frank’s case sounds like a few others we’ve had recently.  I think they could be connected.”

“Oh,” you sat up straight, “Fuck.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“So… you could look into this case?  And you could find whoever hurt Frank and exonerate Adam?”

Honestly, Spencer couldn’t guarantee that.  He also couldn’t say no to you.

“Yes.”

You took a deep breath, “Then do it.  Please.  A-and when you find whoever shot Frank, can you do something for me?”

Spencer resisted the urge to say “Anything” by staying quiet and nodding.

“Try not to kill them.  Try to bring them to justice and send them to prison.  Some people who kill can’t be helped, but some of them can.  We… We won't know what has to be done until we know who did it, but please.  Try for me.”

“I will.”

You reached down slowly, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it, “Thank you.”

The two of you sat in silence for another minute, you drinking, him leaning, and his hand still in yours.  It was almost peaceful.  Almost calm.  And then you had to fuck up the silence with some batshit tomfuckery.

“Hey, if I ever went missing, what would you do?”

“I-” For like, the eightieth time in the last fifteen minutes, you stunned Spencer out of his words, “You’re not gonna go missing.  I won’t let it happen.”

The certainty in his voice made you want to press your thighs together.  So you did.  Spencer didn’t notice.  His eyes were on your face- the smile you shot him was fucking blinding, “That’s sweet, Spencer, but humour me.  What would you do?”

Spencer took a deep breath, “I’d get my team to help me find you.  I’d bring you home, and once I did, I’d make sure you’re okay, physically, mentally, emotionally,” he had you clinging to his every word, “And then I’d yell at you for going missing.”

“What?” You laughed out your shock at the sudden tonal change, “Do you think I’d just disappear for fun or something?”

He shrugged, “It wouldn't surprise me.”

“Good.  It shouldn’t, and I might,” you took another sip- a deeper one, exposing your neck to Spencer again.  He crossed his legs.

“But if I did vanish for fun, I would come back.”

“Would you?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, “Nothing could keep me away.”

There was a soft pause in the conversation.  You looked at Spencer.  He looked at you.  You looked at the wine.  Spencer kept looking at you because he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“So, if I got murdered-”

“(Y/N),” he said your name like a warning.  You just laughed and leaned into his side.  

“Humour me!  Humour me.  If I got murdered, what would you do?  And there is a right answer to this one, so be careful.”

Spencer opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, your phone buzzed.  You picked it up and unlocked it, all with his eyes on you.

A bright smile overtook your face.

“Frank’s awake!” You squeezed Spencer’s hand just as he squeezed yours.  That adorable moment went unnoticed by both of you in all the excitement, “Missy’s with him at the hospital now.  It sounds like he’s going to be okay.  It’s all gonna be okay.”

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[slytherinshua]

PERFECT REUNIONS

genre. fluff. hurt/comfort. warnings. a lot of crying and a lot of kissing lol. spoilers for aos s1 finale/s2 ep1 ig... but also not rly like idkkkk??? pairing. seo yul x fem!reader. wc. 1.5k. a/n. for @candewlsy my lovely and skdjks pls this fic had me sobbing and giggling while writing im low-key obsessed (and maybe back in my aos/yul era.)

“What!? He’s back?!” Your eyes widened and you practically bounced up at hearing the words from one of the servants. You had barely even heard the name of your lover since he had left 3 years ago, and after a couple of months, you had even stopped receiving letters despite his promise to you that he would keep sending them.

You were already rushing out of the house the second you processed the words. “Ma’am, I have been informed that Young Master Seo Yul is staying at Chwiseonru. He arrived this afternoon.”

It was already dark out and entirely improper for you to be travelling alone at this time, but you felt like you didn’t have a single second to spare to call for Eunju, your maid. It took 20 minutes to get to Chwiseonru from your family’s home, but with your hurried steps, you made it in half the time. Juwol knew you well and already could tell what had brought you here from your slight panting as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Y/n! You’re out so late? Without Eunju?” She sounded concerned, but she understood your urgency. There had barely been a mention of Yul after the chaos at Choyeon’s wedding 3 years ago. You had been too preoccupied with helping your best friend through her mourning and anger to even say a proper goodbye to him. 

Now that things were as back to normal as they could get, you were desperate to see the face you had longed for every night and day for so long. Juwol didn’t dawdle any longer before disclosing which room Yul was staying in, and you were quick to rush up the stairs and down the hall.

Standing in front of the door, you were hit with a sudden nervousness. You had been separated for so long, but now were only a room apart. It only took one push for you to see his face again. His beautiful face that you had missed so much.

But doubt filled you as you stalled there, standing just outside like the fool you were. What if he had forgotten you? What if he had found someone else in his time away? What if he didn’t want to see you?

But you shook all your thoughts aside and with your last bit of courage, knocked softly on the door.

“Yes?”

Your heart raced at the sound of his voice, and it suddenly all felt a little more real. He really was back. He was just behind this door. You pushed it open a little shakily, feeling almost as if you couldn’t breathe as you watched his eyes look up to meet yours.

He was dressed in a simple light purple set of hanbok and his hair was maybe a little longer than you had last seen, his eyes a little more worn with experience. They held a drowsiness which you knew all too well, and with a quick glance at the table he sat at, you acknowledged the bottle of wine he had been drinking. 

His eyes widened as soon as he saw you, and you swore they even brightened upon seeing your face. He stood up quickly, but he was clearly very drunk, and he stumbled a bit. You rushed over to him like it was second nature, steadying him before he could trip.

“I-I’m not dreaming, right? I-It’s really you, right?” He spoke softly, his words slurring together slightly as a result of the alcohol. His hands gripped at your arms to keep from falling, and your heart nearly shattered at his question. His voice was filled with hurt, but unmistakable hope as well, and all you could do was nod your head fervently at first.

“You’re not dreaming… It’s me.” You whispered with a sob. You finally gave up trying to keep you both standing, and sunk to the floor slowly, tears already slipping out and down your cheeks.

Yul was no more collected than you. Whether it was the alcohol or just the result of seeing you, you weren’t sure; but his eyebrows fell, and his lip began to tremble, and before too long, he was weeping silently in your arms as well. 

That’s how you stayed for several minutes. Both of you were too emotional to say anything without breaking down halfway through the sentence, so you just stayed in his arms, sobbing into his chest as he pulled you ever closer, his tears dripping down onto the silk of your dress.

It took a while for you to recover, but eventually, you did. You took a shaky breath, gathering enough energy to be the first one to speak. And even though you could talk without being reduced to tears halfway through, your words were still shaky with emotion.

“Why did you drink alone? You should’ve invited me…” You looked up at him and offered a sad smile. He tried to return it, but couldn’t quite. He shut his eyes as another tear slipped out. You reached out silently and brushed it off his cheek, leaving your hand there to cup his warm skin. He leaned into your touch and it seemed to ground him enough to find the words he wanted.

“I know I should’ve told you that I was returning… But I was scared.” He opened his eyes and met your loving gaze with his sorrowful one. “A few months after I left, I found out some of my letters had been intercepted by my father. I realized you must’ve thought that I… moved on from you.”

He looked down for a moment, collecting his thoughts. He was somehow so well-spoken even while drunk. You weren’t sure what you had expected, though. He was Seo Yul, after all. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed him.

“Y/n.” He said softly. You smiled. Hearing your name from his lips was all you had longed for for those 3 years. “I have so much to tell you, and even more that I want to ask. But first… How have you been, my love?” He smiled gently, finally being able to call you that after so long.

You were quickly able to catch up with your lover. He told you about everything that had happened back home while you shared the rest of the wine. You didn’t have much to tell him. Most of the time he had been away from you had been spent at home, with you thinking of rarely anything but him. 

You found out that he hadn’t stopped writing letters to you, he had just stopped sending them. He had even brought them with him, but he refused to show you. They were useless now that he had you back.

In some ways it still felt like a dream that he was here. Yet it couldn’t be a dream because you felt his arms around you, hugging you as close as humanly possible. It still didn’t feel close enough for either of you, though.

As he talked, you couldn’t help but press more and more kisses to any skin you could access— his neck, his jaw, his cheek, and even his lips. He allowed you to cut off his sentences to kiss you instead. You had 3 years to make up for, after all.

It felt too perfect to be kissing him, to feel his soft lips against yours, and to feel the relief that you didn’t have to stop or say goodbye. He was here and he was yours. 

And with that thought, you kissed him as if there was no tomorrow. You wanted to savour the moment for as long as possible, so even when you had to pull apart to catch your breath, it was never too long before your lips found their way to his again. It was after you pulled apart for the 3rd or 4th time that Yul spoke up.

“Y/n… marry me.”

You were taken aback at his sudden words. It didn’t even really sound like a question, because he already knew your answer. He was firm in the statement, determined even, and you smiled wider than you had ever had before.

You nodded at him with shiny eyes, watching in awe as his lips curved up into a smile, eyes almost overflowing with his love for you. You laughed and kissed him again. You knew he would probably ask you again the next day when he was sober because “nothing counts when you’re drunk”, and that you would say yes again to that as well. It brought a warm feeling to your chest. You really couldn’t think of a time that you were happier than in the current moment. 

Everything felt so good and right and perfect. That’s what Yul was to you in every way. 

Absolutely, unmistakably, decidedly perfect.

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[starythewriter]

KINKMAS 25 MERRY CHRISTMAS VINNIE HACKER X male reader!

WATTPAD

you were getting ready, to go to a amazing event with vinnie. you put all this sexy green out, you brought some oils with you along with a nice prada green purse. your long hair curled up in a soft bun with little bits of red ribbon here and there. you wore a nice green dress that flowed behind your figure as it went down the stairs, the skirt just above the knee with a red bow at the bottom, the sleeves had two more bows with matching small flowers attached to them.

you added some love dust along with oils onto your chest and arms. you got into a private car, feeling yourself as your favorite songs played. the view was amazing, the city lights of new york were amazing you loved seeing ALL of the bright billboards along with the loghts.

you loved any blue lights you could see as your favorite color was blue. however for this occasion you had to wear red and green as it was a christmas themed networking event. however they did have a party section to the house.

this was a house the size of a gigantic mansion with many many sectors. you were so excited it was a great opportunity. you arrived at the event, the paparazzi was insane. but you were focused on getting inside, you went earlier then vinnie, as they opened 50 minutes earlier then the scheduled time, but it was already pretty packed, but nobody would go upstaires yet or go past the first two rooms.

you saw bryce parker "hey Y/N how are you im surpised to see you here" said bryce with a warm smile, his fluffy hair it was so cute, he had such a redefined jawline, you melted thinking about it.

he was wearing a really cute braclet "im great, I know… usually im pretty nervous to be at big events like this, but I decided to step out of my comfort zone… love your braclet… how cute…"

"thank you Y/N, well I look forward to seeing you around, this outfit was a great choice, you look stunning" he said biting his lip, he took a sip of his drink. you were very good at feeling energy he was flustered but nervous, he was beyond cute "thank you I love this outfit of yours, that buttoned up shirt is hot" you said as his shirt was unbottoned, you took a glass of red wine slowly examing his stomach before taking a sip.

"thank you… I-I- you are so memorizing… I-" he said stuttering, you cut him off "relax handsome Ill see you around when they open up the 2nd floor" you said brushing your hand past his ab and walking away. he felt shivers, you heard a small groan from him. you smirked as you had him breaking down for your touch.

he was entranced by you. you were emotionally so excited as you knew that the love dust was working in your favor and now you could have anyone at the event. you then went to the 2nd room, seeing noah beck, he was clearly waiting for vinnie… as you walked toward him, you heard a voice call out to you.

"Y/N" it was Ace akers "hey ace surpised to see you, I thought you werent coming?" you were very excited to see Ace but you were nervous because he was somebody that could easily make you just as flustered as you made bryce feel.

"hey Y/N I originally wasnt but I bryce convinced me to come… you look so beautiful" "thank you ace, you look just so fine… " you said he smirked, his eyes were so pretty, along with his jaw, everything about him was so perfect.

he was staring you down, admiring your outfit. you were the sexiest thing to him. "I like your outfit… you mustve been intentional huh?… considering that shirt wraps around your biceps perfectly" you said with a smile, "haha… well… I heard from someone its what you like" he laughed nervously. you didnt know why. but you were so drawn to ace so you gave him a small kiss.

he kissed back, you squirmed as the touches he gave you made you shiver. "Y/N you… are so fucking sexy… why is it that I cant control myself around you" he said you giggled "relax the show hasnt started yet" you said. "lets go walk around"

it had now been 45 minutes , the entire first floor had opened you were so excited. "in 15 minutes the 2nd floor will open up.. But to pass some time I wanna see you dance with me" said ace.

you smiled, you took his hand and got together on the dance floor. he spun you around. you danced to the music with ace. he gave you a small kissmaking you moan. "your moans are angelic" thank you ace. you said. after some more dancing you both decided to go upstairs as they opened the 2nd floor.

"vinnie is here ace, I have to go, but you are just so hot…" "thank you… Im here if you ever get bored" he said with a smirk. you left him with one finak kiss. in that moment its as if everything stopped and no one was there. you loved his smell, of lavender and his lips felt so good.

"hey vinnie" "hey Y/N, you are fucking sexyyy, Lets go up stairs I want to see the big tree" "thank you vinnie, you are very handsome yourself… its a luxury to have such a handsome man here" "thank you" you kissed him and headed up stairs with vinnie.

the upstairs was so pretty. the christmas tree was pink with pink ornaments and lights. the ornaments were colorful, but still looked beautiful. the tree was decorated beautifully, you liked the decorations, they were unique. you were so happy to meet everyone. you were so nervous about meeting everyone else, but luckily, bryce was there the lighting made him look extra hot…

you and vinnie took photos together, you shined a big bright smile to the camera. "what a fabulous outfit… such a sexy man" you blushed giving him a kiss. quickly the news picked up on the photo just from people in the event sharing it on their stories. you didnt mind it. as this event was heavily monitored, every couple of minutes theyd limit anybody from entering, thats why they opened each floor at different times as the event planners and staff had to check and look all aroud the building to make sure their are no weapons etc.

you had collabed with the event before so you knew they had very strict and advanced security aswell as only 2 entrances a front entrance along with a back entrance.

you gave vinnie another kiss. "come here pretty boy" you moaned as he took you to a private room. locking the door "undress baby" you slowly undressed maintaing eye contact, you felt his eyes roam your entire body. you slowly touched yourself "lay on the table Y/N" he said smirking "wow your so fucking pretty my handsome Y/N"

"thank you vin… you are so sexy" he took his shirt off you brushed your hands along his arms to his abs then to his pants "let me have the honors" you said with a smirk. you unzipped his pants slowly biting down on his thigh as you took his underwear off. you gave him a kiss on his thigh. "relax let me do the work" said vinnie with a warm smile.

"oh not today vinnie relax and i mean RELAX focus on your breathing" you gave him a kiss on his bicep. he moaned feeling shivers down his energy body. he gave you a kiss. he was laying on the table, you quickly got ontop of him slowly setting yourself onto his big girthy dick.

"oh Y/N you are so fucking sexy" he said as he wrapped his hands around your hips, he began to move himself gently into you, it was so good, so much better than any other time that you'd done it. "fuck Y/N i need to cum" he said as he bit down on his lip trying to keep quiet. he came hard. "wow youre so hot vinnie… i needed you to cum so bad" you said placing your mouth over his neck, sucking, nibbling his flesh.

he moaned your name louder. "your too fucking good OH… my god-" he said "focus on that breathing handsome" you moved up and down faster "fuck fuck fuck" he said swaying his hips harder. he grabbed onto your hair pulling harder and harder.

"please y/n please…." he was panting and sweating, his head was spinning and his heart beating so fast… he climaxed, falling into the bed, your lips met his, you two kissing passionately, you pulled away after a while. to catch a breath. you kissed him again being just so hungry for vinnie and his love. your love dust worked so good… vinnie moaned and kissed you. he went for your neck making you arch as his bite down hard.

your body trembled, you were on edge you didn't know how long you guys were gonna last, he pulled you up and laid you down on the table, he placed kisses on your neck. "fuck your making me shiver so hard." he said. "you dont have to hold back on me darling" he looked deep into your eyes, he kissed you deeply on the lips. you kissed back with passion, your hands roaming down his abs. "i need you so badly y/n" you kissed him again, he sucked on your lower lip and licked it. you went the fastest youve ever gone. you both yelled loudly as you came together.

"relax now darling" said vinnie. you moaned as he gave you a kiss. "your a fucking godess" "thank you vinnie" his eyes were admiring you with lust. you loved hearing his heavy breathing.

you both got cleaned up, along with getting your outfits on. "come on baby" said vinnie as he gave you a back massage. "wanna go home, or do you want to stay here Y/N?" "lets stay here and get a drink."

"alright princess" you both headed out, he held your hand the entire way. once on the first floor you both ordered drinks, you sat down. "what do you think the tabloids will say?" you asked vinnie. "im not sure.. but I know a lot of people will attacck you… i do not want that to happen." "dont worry vinnie who cares. I love you and thats what really matters.

nothing else matters. you are what matters to me" a tear dropped down his face "thank you, thank you so much" you hugged him tightly kissing his lips multiple times. he hugged you as tight as he could, his head tucked under your chin. "thank you y/n"

"you really get me and make me feel safe" "Aww" you both ordered a 2nd round of shots. you could see that the sex really got to him in a great way. "you ok vinnie?"

"yes I am good… I- sorry your just… so fucking pretty…" "aw thank you" "i mean it Y/N" you gave him a kiss. you both started to makeout.

"lets go vinnie I am tired." "alright ill order the CAB Y/N" "thanks"

you saw bryce as you were about to leave "leaving so soon?" "yeah… I wanna have some fresh air…"

"alright well take care sexy" he whispered in your ear. "bye handsome your lucky all of these people are here otherwise Id kiss you" he bite his lip. you waved at him. "ah seducing like always huh?"

"of course vinnie… now you already know how things are" "Im surpised there was no kiss."

"of course not I dont need the tabloids grilling me to no end about what I do in my personal life, you know I have to keep everything underwraps to protect my friends, and the people I love"

"I understand… you are so cute…" you both got out of the cab as you arrived to vinnies house. "come in lets watch some netflix Y/N" you smiled at him. "thank you… I have a better idea, lets play mario kart" "oh hell yeah"

THE END!

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[causewayguy]

Guess who's back for more SG cock? 😉

Gawk gawk gawk slurrpppp

Xiao Wen blowjobs were getting better and better. She would kneel between Jon's legs at every chance she gets, saying she can’t get enough. Jon was so mean. He made sure Kelly was still together with Z while screwing her. It was his kink. XW would come by his house a few more times as Z's date, then few minutes later, gave Jon a quickie BJ in the toilet until he blew his load down her throat. Thank God it's CNY so everyone was busy and didn't notice.

It was last day CNY when Jon hosted another CNY dinner at his place. He even brought out his stash of beers, sake and wines as everyone started gambling and just having fun. XW was there, wearing a white top and the 'Thai elephant' skirt. In front of his family, XW was an angel. In front of Jon, XW was the biggest cock tease: pushing her boobs out, letting him see down her thin top, touching him over his shorts under the table. Jon had a HARD time staying presentable in front of his family.

As the night goes on, Jon refilled Z's cup frequently while XW would get Z to drink hers as well. By 2am, everyone left the party except Xiao Wen and Z, who was dead drunk by now.

'It's okay la, you guys stay over. My room got space'

Mission accomplished. Jon quickly helped Xiao Wen carried Z to his room. Doors locked and her date drunk on the floor, XW fell to her knees.

'Oh who can help me...my date is drunk and my mouth feels so empty...'

Jon dropped his pants and boxers and immediately took XW face in his hands and started facefucking her. His cock was quickly slicked with XW’s saliva, dripping down to his balls. XW kneeled there obediently with her hands firmly by her side. She just looked up at Jon, with intense eyes while her body moved according to Jon’s will. She was seriously talented to be a young, willing whore in future.

Jon treated XW’s head like a fleshlight. XW constantly choked on her favourite meat stick as Jon continued to pump furiously into her mouth. Every time his cock hit back of her throat, XW relaxed her throat more and started to swallow down her throat. Finally, Jon begun to deepthroat XW, each time slapping his balls on her chin.

Jon moaned at the different sensation, as XW’s throat was much tighter around the head of his cock. XW gagged and dripped more saliva this time onto her white top. She took off her bra from under her clothes (those strapless kind) and threw it aside. It landed on Z’s face, and maybe due to her smell, Z moaned out XW’s name.

‘Fuckkkk, Im cumming, Im cummingg!’

Jon came hard into XW’s mouth. It was like something burst down her throat and after 3 long spurts, she couldn’t swallow anymore and choked. Some of it dribbled out her lips while Jon ejaculated 2 more streak of long thick cum on XW’s chest. Even though he did most the work. Jon felt defeated and sat down on his bed. XW looked a mess, her hair messy from Jon’s manhandling while her top is now abit soaked with cum and saliva.

‘Hmmmm, you filled one hole but another is empty…don’t stop please…Master…’

XW crawled towards Jon, her eyes and body still hungry...

[toonztown]

Mafia husband! x (GN) reader Part 2

It has been about 3 days since you've moved into the mansion, your 'fiancé' is constantly busy with work so to your delight you hardly see him. You still couldn't believe it just a few days ago you were a normal high schooler, average grades but now your staying in a house you couldn't afford in your lifetime to be married off to a member of the mafia.

You sat up in bed, you spend most of your days in your room, sleeping the day a away, hoping that this is all just a bad dream; only to find yourself disappointed every time you wake up.

just before you were about to go back to sleep, there was a soft knock at the door. "excuse me mr capone has requested you come down for breakfast at once." the voice on the other side said. you made an audible groan and you make your way out of bed, the last thing you wanted was food much less breakfast with Mr. capone. You knew denying would be a- foolish decision, he could kill you in a heart beat. You open the closet and are stunned by the amount of expensive clothing, not a single one of them looked worn, could it be? he bought them for you? You felt your heart warm ever so slightly at the thought, you shook your head. You pick out something that you liked and changed into it, not bothering to fix your hair, maybe if he finds you unappealing to the eyes he'll let you go? its a small chance but it gave you hope. now here you were, seated at a large table full of various foods you've never tried before and across from you was the man who brought you to this hell, Mr capone. Maybe this is a good time to question him when the time was right? you picked up your glass of wine, you didn't take a sip just stare at it then back at him. You gather the courage to finally ask him "so why me." you asked, your cold gaze fixed on him. your question seemed to catch him off guard for a moment, he tilted his head in confusion with a sly grin. "i have no idea what you mean dearest." he replied, downing a glass of wine, his voice had a hint of playfulness, he was totally taunting you.

now he was playing dumb? who does he think he is. You clench your fist into a ball before slamming it down on the table "dont act dumb! why did you chose me! why did you bring me here instead of just killing me! why do you want to marry me?!" through all your questioning and ranting he just stared at you silently, tapping his fingers on the table. He was going annoyed, maybe going on a rampage was not a good idea. once your anger died down you were filled with deep regret- ohh why did you do something so stupid, you sat back down. You grabbed the bottle of wine and drank it, if your going to die, might as well die intoxicated. Mr capone got up from his seat across the table and made his way over to you.

your cheek was met with a harsh slap that would have your face stinging for a while, he grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back forcing your eyes to meet. Oh he was pissed.

"let us get one thing straight you little bitch. Firstly i didn't 'chose you' your father just didn't have the ability to have more attractive offspring, second if i wanted to kill you i would have."

his grip on your hair tightened. He then slammed your head onto the table, you could feel blood drip down your nose from the impact, you struggle to get away but this only made him do it again but harder.

" Finally, marriage is the ultimate way to have claim over you. this isn't some dumb little fairy tale where i 'fall in love with the innocent damsel.' your my slave, im the master. If you EVER, have that attitude with me again, i will send you home to your old man in a fucking body bag you worthless whore."

His words and the buzzing pain in your head made it hard to do anything but nod, he threw you to the floor and gave you a beating that you would never forget. you dont remember what happened next or how you got to bed. When you woke up, you found that your wounds were treated and a bouquet of expensive looking flowers on your bed accompanied by a note. you did not have to open it to know who it was from, i guess this was Mr capone's twisted way of apologizing after injuring you to the point of you having to passing out.

inside the note was the basic im sorry, please forgive me, i do it cause i love you and how he promises to never lay a hand on your ever again, you scoff at the thought, that was a obvious lie, did he think you were that stupid?

you crumpled the note and toss it across the room not caring where it landed, your head still hurt from how hard he grabbed your hair. If he was willing to beat you that badly for just questioning him, you fear what he will do if you try to escape. you lay back down in bed, silently cursing your dad and his stupid gambling addiction, if it wasn't for him you would be in school right now, even the worst of your bullies were better than being stuck with him. you turned and faced the wall, holding your now bruise ridden body. Pulling the covers over your eyes you drift off to sleep, dreaming of being back home with your parents, even your dad. ignoring the fact that you were to be wed, in just 5 days.

#domestic violent relationships #toxic love #mafia x reader #sold to the mafia #x reader #tw bruises #tw beating #manipulation #fanfic #gore #toxic relationship #spicy language

[disneyanddisneyships]

Alaponi singing 'Baby it's cold outside'

YESYEYSYEYSYEYSYYSYEYSYSY WAITWAITWAIT.

IM WRITING IT.

Summary: Alastir and Aponi host a Christmas party

Warnings: Alastir being ooc probably. Dont come for me for the fact Theo exists, I know reproduction is impossible for sinners but just let me live. Bit of angst at the end but nothing tearjerking. Alastor and aponi being utterly in love.

Aponi and Alastor were hosting a Christmas party.

Of course they knew that most people wouldn't care for it, this being in Hell and all... but it was a tradition that both of them had gone through in life that they figured out they had in common.

Alastor was in charge of food, catering, and music.

Aponi was in charge of decorations, invitations, and matching family clothes.

When alastor brought up the idea of a fuet between him and his wife, Aponi was ecstatic.

And they settled on a song that was to both of their likings.

Aponi sat on her knees as she buttoned up Theo's red vest over a green collared shirt and little brown trousers.

He wore little Holly accents on his antlers, and his hair was slicked to the side with a ridiculous amount of hair gel.

"Mama why do I have to wear all this? It's itchy!" Theo complained as he scratched at his neck, the little white and red candy cane bow that sat there moving out of place.

"Si, I know amor. But please, stop moving the bow. The faster we cooperate, the faster this party ends and you can get all clean in your pajamas," Paoni stated with a smile as she readjusted the bow into place.

Theo sighed.

"Alrightm perfecto. Go downstairs to field your father so I can get ready, okay?" Aponi asked as she kissed her son's forehead.

Theo took off downstairs, his little tail wagging as he ran.

Aponi grabbed her red and green dress out of the closet, putting it on carefully and doing her hair and makeup.

"Ah, you look magnificent, my dear!" Alastor called out as his wife made her way down the stairs.

Aponi curtseyed.

"Why thank you, Kind sir!" She joked. "Is everything ready?" She asked as she adjusted some of the decorations.

"Everything is perfect!" Alastor replied with a wide, genuine smile.

Aponi sighed, relieved, before a knock on the door sounded.

.......

The night was a flurry of people walking in, talking, and having fun.

Even Aponi's mother showed up, and she seemed fairly impressed.

Theo and Emma sat at the bottom of the stairs, playing with toys and such that their grandparents and uncles gave to them.

"Gabe, I cannot believe you just gave Theo a doctor kit," Aponi stated as she took a sip of her wine.

"And I can't believe you're drinking again," Gabe stated.

"One night a year, little brother. Alastor has been watching me and keeping me safe with it. Don't worry," Aponi replied with an eyeroll.

"I still don't like him," Gabe stated in a sing-song voice.

"You've never liked anyone I've dated," Aponi replied.

"And I was right every single time, was I not?" He asked with a smirk.

"Whatever. You're such a-"

Aponi was cut off by a glass dinging.

Everyone looked over to see alastor.

Aponi took the cue, setting her drink down and going to stand beside him.

"My wife and I have a surprise for you all tonight! As you all know, both of us do love our music, and so, we've decided to sing for you all tonight. I for one suggested it, because I enjoy my beautiful wife's voice," Alastor spoke as he turned to Aponi, a smile on his face.

Aponi giggled as she sat at the piano, beginning the music.

"I really can't stay~" Aponi sang.

"Baby, it's cold outside!" Alastor sang along.

"I've got to go away!" Aponi sang once again.

"Baby, it's cold outside!" Alastor responded as he leaned over the piano, watching her.

This evening has been Hoping that you'd drop in So, very nice I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

As the two sang, people in the crowd smiled, beginning to sway to the music.

My mother will start to worry Beautiful, what's your hurry? My father will be pacing the floor Listen to that fireplace roar So, really I'd better scurry Beautiful, please don't hurry But maybe just a hald a drink more I'll put some records on while I pour

Aponi giggled as she sang.

Alastor took that as his cue to use his powers, the piano continuing as he took Aponi's hand and began to sway her.

The neighbors might think Baby, it's bad out there Say, what's in this drink? No cabs to be had out there I wish I knew how Your eyes are like starlight now To break this spell I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

Theo took Emma's hand as well. The two 7 year Olds dancing as best they could and giggling the while time.

I ought to say, "No, no, no sir" Mind if I move in closer? At least I'm gonna say that I tried What's the sense in hurting my pride? I really can't stay Baby, don't hold out Baby, it's cold outside

Alastor used his magic, more instruments making their way into the music.

Aponi giggled as he dipped her. "Ugh, you're very pushy, you know?" She stated.

"I'd like to think of it as opportunistic!" Alastor replied as he leaned over her before standing back up slowly.

I simply must go Baby, it's cold outside The answer is, "No" But, baby, it's cold outside The welcome has been How lucky that you dropped in So nice and warm Look out the window at that storm

As all the couples swayed through the room, it truly felt like Christmas.

Which was a wonderful feeling for Aponi herself, given how religious she grew up.

But at the moment, all she could do was sing go her husband.

My sister will be suspicious Gosh, your lips look delicious My brother will be there at the door Waves upon a tropical shore My maiden aunt's mind is vicious Gosh, your lips are delicious But maybe just cigarette more Never such a blizzard before

As everyone danced, Theo and Emma stopped.

"What's a blizzard?" Theo asked.

Emma shrugged and the two kids began to dance again, very off rhythm, but cute enough for Mal to take a video that she'd send to Aponi later.

I've got to get home Baby, you'll freeze out there Say, lend me your comb? It's up to your knees out there You've really been grand I thrill when I touch your hand But don't you see? How can you do this thing to me?

Aponi smiled lovingly at alastor as she sang, trying not to giggle at how silly he was wgen when spun her around, her red dress twirling around her.

There's bound to be talk tomorrow Think of my life-long sorrow At least there will be plenty implied If you got pneumonia and died I really can't stay Get over that hold out Baby, it's cold Baby, it's cold outside

As the sing finished, everyone stopped dancing and began to clap.

Aponi made a few more rounds with her friends before finding Theo and Emma asleep on the staircase together.

Mal, Vox, and Emma headed home for the night, saying their goodbyes.

Alastor worked on shutting down the party while Aponi took Theo up to get him ready for bed.

As she washed the gel out of her son's hair, Theo rubbed his eyes.

"Mama, what's a blizzard?" He asked.

Aponi gave a small frown, realizing her son would never know the feeling of snow.

"Um... well.... you know how we freeze water to make ice?" Aponi asked as she scrubbed his scalp gently.

Theo nodded as he played with his toys.

"Well, on earth, there's this thing called snow. It's basically soft sticky ice you can play with. And a blizzard is like a tornado with snow," Aponi explained as she rinsed out his hair.

"Ohhhhh..... I hope I can see snow one day!" Theo exclaimed happily.

"Yeah.... me too," Aponi replied.

[separatist-apologist]

I'll Bet You Think About Me

Summary: Feyre Archerons neighbor stands out on their shared deck each morning.

Totally naked.

Read what the critics are saying: "ITS LIKE YOU DONT CARE THAT YOURE KILLING ME" and "IM CHOKING OH MY GOD RHYS 😂😂😂"

moodboard by @velidewrites, beta'd and written for @the-lonelybarricade who gave me explicit permission to rip off her own neighbor fic, You Look Like Bad News (which you should all go read so she will UPDATE IT FOR ME)

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Feyre worked strange hours. 

She didn’t have to, of course. She rented out studio space downtown that offered twenty-four hour access via a keycard and Feyre found she much preferred to paint at two in the morning…and again at two in the afternoon. In between, she taught a painting class to rambunctious hospital children all the way across the city, and three painting classes at night for adults who liked to drink wine. She had enough money, thanks to some wealthy business man purchasing one of her paintings, to afford one of the nicer townhouses in a quieter part of the city. Did she need that much space? No. But she liked it.

She liked the dark wood floors and the bay window that overlooked the street. She liked the crown molding and having two bathrooms upstairs and half of one downstairs.

And most of all, Feyre liked her neighbor. Rhysand. She knew because she’d once gotten a piece of mail for him, numbered for next door but slid into her box. She’d returned it, turning that name over in her mind.

He didn’t realize she lived there. At least, that’s what she assumed, given every morning he bade his strolled onto the back deck they shared totally and utterly naked. She’d been standing outside the sliding glass door, about to introduce herself to him. 

He’d introduced himself, instead. 

Rhysand. 

Rhysand with his golden brown skin and his muscular body. Rhysand, with his raven’s black hair and eyes so blue that they seemed violet in the early morning sun. Rhysand, with those dark, black inked tattoos over his broad shoulders and chest.

And Rhysand, with his absurdly large cock. She’d heard the phrase shower versus grower, but never had Feyre understood what that meant until she saw the thick, heavy appendage hanging casually between Rhysand's muscular thighs. 

Feyre made sure she was home every morning to see him strut out on the deck. Sometimes he went alone, nothing in hand, to lean against the railing and stare out at the river in the distance. Other times he had coffee or a book. A few times a very naked woman would join him—always different, which made her feel a little better.

It wasn’t as if she had a shot in hell with him. Rhysand looked like he had an expensive job. Like he’d been born into money and his life was merely a natural extension of that. He certainly wasn’t covered in paint at any given time, and the women he brought home weren’t, either.

Still, he was a nice little fantasy. Most morning’s Ferye lied to herself about why she watched him. It wasn’t, she swore, because he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

He was merely a good body study. Examining him so closely, watching the way his muscles shifted and pulled, made her a better artist. And Feyre was consumed with being a better artist. She’d never been able to get past the awkwardness that came from studying nude figures, but since Rhysand didn’t know he was being watched, Feyre didn’t have to feel uncomfortable. 

It took her three months of living in the townhouse to work up the nerve to sketch him. He’d been leaned over the railing, one leg popped out, the other stretched behind him. No penis—only his rather nice ass and the bunching muscles in his back. He stayed that way just long enough for her to get a rough outline of him. 

She hadn’t slept that morning—Feyre had to finish her charcoal drawing. It had made her class that night hell and still, was well worth it. She’d managed to capture his contemplation rather well, which always made her giddy.

A week later, she’d pulled it out again to draw him spread in a chair. That sketch was more self-indulgent and yet the way his cock hung between his thighs, the head pressed to his leg, was more good work. New work. She’d transferred it onto an easel, using oil to draw out his mood and the world around him. 

If he hadn’t been a real person, Feyre was sure she could have sold it. He was absurdly beautiful, even drawn from her own hand. The world deserved to know someone like him existed. 

It was a violation in and of itself to even draw him, let alone put one of those pictures up for auction. It wasn’t as if he knew and Feyre was positive if he learned he had a neighbor, he would have put on pants. 

She managed to stay out of his line of sight for a full six months. She might have managed it forever had they not met on the sidewalk just outside their shared walkway. He had his arm around a giggling brunette. Her dress was riding up over her ass and his tie was pulled off his neck.

Feyre was covered in paint.

The three of them paused, looking at each other. His dark brows furrowed, keys in his hand. 

“Hey, neighbor,” she said awkwardly. He blinked those violet eyes, his expression illuminated under the porchlight.

“How long…” his words were slurred. “Neighbor?” 

“Six months,” she informed him sheepishly. Fuck this was so awkward. Her stomach sloshed with jealousy, unable to take her eyes off the woman running her hand up his broad chest. She wished that was her. 

“Have a nice night,” she told him, jogging towards the stairs before he could ask her anything else. Feyre’s heart pounded just on the other side of the door. He was drunk, she reasoned. He wouldn’t remember this in the morning. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was up to, though despite their shared walls, she didn’t hear a peep out of him. 

Whiskey dick was a real bitch, she told herself with more than a little glee. 

Feyre was certain she was in the clear the next morning. She had her sketch pad at the table, coffee steaming from a paint covered mug, when a knock on the front door sent fear skittering up her spine. Feyre turned towards the long hall, well aware of who would be waiting.

It was Rhysand, in a dark suit, and box of donuts in hand.

“I didn’t know I had a neighbor,” he said by way of greeting. “Six months?”

“I’m surprised you remember,” she said breathlessly. Watching him from her window was one thing. Standing just on the other side of the door frame, close enough to breathe in the salt and citrusy scent of his masculine cologne was wholly another. Rhysand was tall, looking down at her with open amusement.

“Can I come in?” he asked when it was clear she wasn’t going to invite him. 

Get it together.

“Yeah, sure,” she agreed, stepping aside. He practically ducked in, eyes sliding over her walls. They snagged on one of her paintings, squinting as though he recognized it. She wouldn’t be surprised. For a whole year, Ferye had advertised her pieces in various restaurants as a way to drum up interest. 

“Do you know what happened to the last woman who lived here?” he asked conversationally. Feyre led him to the kitchen, not bothering to think about what he might see when he stepped in.

“She passed away, I think,” Feyre replied. He nodded, gaze pinned to her closed sketchbook.

“She was nice. Used to bake.”

Did she watch him naked from the window, too? Feyre didn’t blame her if she had. Rhysand set the donut box on her little table, positioned perfectly to watch him on the deck.

“This was really nice,” she tried, unable to take her eyes off him. Rhysand went straight to the closed balcony doors, peering out into the morning light. Was he missing his usual routine? 

“It’s my pleasure,” he assured her, turning so suddenly she stumbled back a step. Hands braced on the counter, Feyre had to blink in order to really look at him. “Six months, huh?”

She nodded, swallowing hard.

“Never wanted to say hi? That’s not very neighborly.”

“I work late hours,” she told him breathlessly. His eyes flicked back out to the deck. “Out late? Up early?”

“Something like that.”

He nodded slowly. “And when do you sleep?”

The question was innocuous. Polite, even. Or, it would have been were it not for the predatory look in his eyes or the way he managed to make that question sound like a suggestion.

“I…” Feyre walked around the kitchen island, putting a healthy distance between them. “When I can.”

He nodded, glancing back at her sketchbook. Nodding towards it, he asked. “You draw? Can I see?”

She lunged, snatching it out of his hands before he could flip it open. He was so close to finding multiple drawings of his own cock. All but panting, Feyre said, “That’s private.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is,” he agreed. She wanted to die. Did he know? Had he guessed? Or was her guilt making her project? 

“Thank you for breakfast,” she told him, holding her sketchbook protectively to her chest. He smiled.

“Maybe you’ll return the favor once you get to know me. I’m Rhys.”

Rhys. 

“Feyre,” she breathed.

“Feyre,” he repeated. He spoke it like a prayer—like a lover's caress. “I look forward to getting to know you better, Feyre.”

And that was it. He left her with twelve really nice donuts and his lingering scent in her apartment. 

She convinced herself it was all in her head. Locked up in her studio, Feyre reassured herself that was just how he was. Flirty. He didn’t know shit. He was just nosy and too nice and she felt guilty that she watched him every morning.

Not so guilty she didn’t return that next morning. If he knew, she reasoned, he would stop. Any sane, rational person would. She was relieved to see him out there, sitting in one of the deck chairs with his legs wide open. It was a familiar pose…though the erect cock wasn’t. Neither was his gaze, pinned to her form. 

“Good morning,” he called, lifting his mug of coffee in the air. “Care to join?”

She couldn’t stop staring at his penis. She’d just assumed the flacid version was as big as he got, but filled with blood and pointed towards the sky, Rhys’s jutting dick pressed against his belly button easily. 

She didn’t move.

“I thought you might prefer drawing me if you were outside, too. Naked, even?”

She turned away to a cajoling, “Oh come on, Ferye, darling—”

Feyre spent the rest of the day hiding in bed, utterly mortified. 

He was more brazen the next morning. Still naked though not erect, Rhys knocked on her backdoor as she was thundering down the stairs for coffee and her sketchbook. She’d never closed the curtains, so Feyre was greeted with his gloriously muscular form and that wicked smile.

“I had a bad day yesterday,” he told her when she froze on the tile of the kitchen, eyes immediately fixated on his cock. “Ask me why.”

“Why?” she breathed, wondering if he could even hear through the glass.

“My pretty neighbor didn’t want to draw me,” he replied. Feyre exhaled a huff of breath. “Am I going to have another bad day today, Feyre?”

“You’re unhinged. Do you know that?”

He smiled. “C’mon. Sit outside and talk to me, at least.”

“Are you going to put on pants?”

He scoffed. “Absolutely not. This is my time, and in my time, I don’t wear pants. Why don’t you take off yours. Turnabout’s fair play, is it not?”

Feyre rubbed her eyes. “Do you want me to say sorry?”

“I want you to show me your sketchbook. Ideally while you sit in my lap,” came his quick reply. 

Jesus Christ. 

“You’ll really let me sketch you?” she asked, stepping a little closer. Rhys grinned, running a hand down his naked chest.

“I’ll let you do anything you like to me.”

She held his gaze. “Give me a second.”

Feyre scrambled back up the stairs for her set of charcoals and her sketchpad. She didn’t dare let herself think about what she was doing, instead running a brush through her tangled mass of golden blonde hair. She braided it quickly, tossing the tail over her shoulder before yanking on a slouchy sweatshirt and a pair of clingy leggings. The more layers, the better she reasoned.

Especially if she was going to sit across from her neighbor, who was so absurdly hot it made her knees shake.

Rhys was waiting in his chair, ankle crossed over his knee. He frowned when he saw her. “You’re wearing more clothes.” “I need them,” she informed him frankly. He uncrossed his legs just in time for her to press her thighs together. 

“I’ll bet you don’t.”

“Is this how you treated the last neighbor?” Feyre demanded, as if she had any leg to stand on given how many pages of his naked form she had to flip through in order to get to a blank page. 

“Mrs. Robinson would have loved an offer into my bed,” Rhys said with a suggestive wink. “Honor her memory, Feyre.”

“Have we graduated from nude drawings to…” God she couldn’t even say it.

“I wouldn’t say no,” he agreed, his words practically a purr. 

“You were bringing a woman home two nights ago,” she snapped, hating how jealous she sounded. Ferye couldn’t look at him as she began thumbing through her set of charcoal. “I’ll bet your sheets still smell like her.”

“You think I wouldn’t wash my sheets for you?”

Fuck him.

“I like drawing you,” she managed, heart pounding in her throat. “I’m sorry if I made it weird.”

“Draw me again,” he insisted, some of his teasing. “It’s not weird at all.”

Feyre wasn’t sure that was true, but for an hour that morning, Rhys sat utterly still and Feyre sketched without having to move so quickly, fearing he’d move or shift or leave. It was odd to show him in the aftermath and worse still when he yanked the sketchpad from her hands and flipped through it, wide-eyed.

“Are these all of me?” he asked her, turning one to the side so he could view it better.

“There are others that aren’t,” she mumbled, embarrassed. “You’ve been my muse since I moved in.”

He caught her wrist before she could escape back inside. “I’m happy to be your muse.”

Their eyes locked. “Sorry for watching you naked.”

He smiled. “Don’t be.”

Feyre spent the rest of her day all but floating. 

I’m happy to be your muse. 

She wanted to show him the oil painting she’d done—which, despite him not realizing he was even the subject, was still some of her finest work. She thought he might appreciate it, if only to make some lurid comment about having sex with her. 

Ferye was still in a good mood as she set up her classroom for painting with adults. People—usually couples—paid for a two hour art class during which they could also drink while they did it. Very rarely did Feyre get a painting that looked good when a bunch of novices added alcohol to the mix, but it was her bread and butter in terms of getting her rent paid. Feyre was looking forward to that night because she had an interesting prop—a large, gleaming sword. Set atop a faded purple pillow, and when the light overhead hit the metal, different colors shone over silver, depending on where that person sat. There was depth, there was the chance for nuance. She, herself, spent her prep time painting an example from where she sat, setting it on an easel behind her.

People started pouring in around seven fifty…including her fucking neighbor and the most beautiful blonde she’d ever seen in her entire life.

“Don’t be annoying,” the blonde said the moment she stepped inside. She was immaculate, dressed in a tight red dress that hugged her body and tall heels that made both her and Rhys nearly the same height. His cheeks were inflamed the moment those violet eyes landed on her. 

Oh fuck him.

“Sit down,” the blonde ordered, practically shoving him into the chair at the far end of the room. It wasn’t uncommon for women to drag unwilling partners…but usually it wasn’t because the teacher had drawn their cock just that morning. 

Any decent person would have left. Rhys, apparently, had no decency in him. He shrugged off his crisp black jacket and began rolling the salmon colored sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. He looked stunning in gray slacks and a belt she might have been fantasizing about had he not brought a date to her class.

Feyre was forced to wait for the rest of the pairs to arrive. A giggly bachelorette group occupied the front row, clearly already drunk, which gave Feyre something to fixate on. 

“Hi!” she said, too brightly despite how firmly she was gripping a paint brush. “I’m Feyre–”

“Tell us about your credentials, Feyre,” the blonde interrupted. Her painted red lips curled with amusement. Rhys elbowed her hard in the ribs. “And your hobbies. What do you like to do for fun?”

“I’d like to know that, too, actually,” a man—who’d come in a larger group of couples, and was clearly their seventh wheel—added with hopeful eyes. “Are you single?”

Rhys started to stand, only to be yanked back in his chair by his date. 

“I can’t imagine how that’s appropriate,” Feyre replied smoothly. “Why don’t we pour a drink and then I’ll describe what we’re painting—”

“Looks like a sword,” that guy called again. “I can show you–”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rhys called darkly. “And let her talk.”

“Right.” Feyre swallowed hard. “The bar is at the far end of the room. Pour yourself a drink and grab a case of paint on your way back.”

Feyre leaned against the wall behind her, heart hammering in her chest. The rest of the room moved towards wine and other spirits—except for the blonde. She sashayed towards Feyre, tossing a long lock of her golden hair over her bare shoulders.

“I still want to know the answers to my questions,” she said, revealing two rows of perfectly straight, utterly white teeth. Fuck, she was so pretty. Not a drop of paint on her. Feyre’s chest tightened.

“I got a BA in fine art from Velaris U—”

“Good school,” the blonde murmured appraisingly. Brown eyes swept over her, framed by mascara coated lashes. She looked so well done, and Feyre couldn’t blame her. This was obviously Rhys’s type. 

“And your hobbies?”

Feyre blinked. “I paint.”

Her laugh was pretty. She chuckled, nodding. “I guess I walked right into that. Anything else?”

“Can I ask why you want to know?”

The woman stepped closer, clearly about to offer Feyre some secret but Rhys’s voice interrupted.

“Mor!” he barked. “Come get some fucking wine.”

Mor rolled her eyes, as if to say men, amirite? The whole thing was so utterly strange that Feyre had to walk back with the group to pour herself some wine, too. Mor was there, and when Feyre reached her, she murmured, “Red or white?”

“White.”

“Hm. I like red,” she said, though she handed Feyre a little plastic cup of white wine all the same. Mor turned again, to ask some other question, but the man who’d interrupted her was also waiting.

“Sorry about that guy's outburst,” he told her earnestly. “I wasn’t trying to be weird.”

“Sure,” Mor said on Feyre’s behalf smoothly. “What were you gonna say, anyway?”

His cheeks darkened. “I just think a sword is a cool prop. Can’t wait to show you what I do with it.”

“Oh, gross,” Mor whispered while Feyre smiled. 

“I can’t wait to see what you come up with,” Feyre said. This was still her job, and the last thing she needed was some man complaining because she couldn’t be friendly. It wasn’t the first time someone had hit on her.

It wouldn’t be the last. 

“Morrigan!” Rhys hissed, earning another eye-roll. 

“You could do better,” Mor whispered, “Than my terrible cousin.” 

Feyre choked on her breath of air. “Cousin?”

Mor merely laughed, walking back to Rhys who, to his credit, looked as if he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. 

Cousin. He’d brought his cousin to her painting class? Why? Feyre couldn’t tease it out…but she could punish him for all the jealousy she felt when he’d first walked in. Mor was having a lovely time, despite being a terrible painter. She spent most of her time drinking and telling loud stories about Rhys as a child, which the group of bachelorettes loved.

Rhys didn’t. He kept elbowing Mor, his eyes darting to Feyre as if to say I’m so sorry.

And maybe he ought to be sorry. If only a little. Feyre walked around the room, surveying people’s work and offering help when they muddied their colors and drew something absurdly phallic—like the guy who asked if she was single. Feyre frowned when she saw it, leaning closer.

“What is this?”

“A sword,” he replied, holding his wine close to his lips. “Do you like it?”

“Seems misshapen,” she murmured. “Something you should see a physician about.”

His friends beside him choked with laughter, drawing a scowl from Rhys across the room.

“One of your talents?” he crooned, smoother than she’d prefer.

“Not likely.”

She sent everyone home with their terrible drawings, grateful to shut the door in their faces—including Rhys and his very lovely, very nice cousin. He’d tried to speak to her on the way out, his eyes all but pleading but Feyre lacked the emotional capacity to hear him out. 

As if it mattered. As she began cleaning up the stations, Feyre found Mor had left her a little note on the clean piece of paper beneath her own painting.

Rhys has a crush on you. You should ask him out.

Feyre stared at it for a long time. Long enough the shop next door went dark and she had to walk to the parking lot herself. She took that piece of paper with her, folded up in her pocket as she drove home.

Rhys has a crush on you.

Rhys has a crush on you.

Rhys should think she was a pervert, she thought wryly. Had he told his cousin about her? And—oh God, what had he said? 

He was waiting on the front steps when she pulled up, parking in their shared driveway just beside his own nicer, shinier car. He pulled open her door before she could cut the ignition.

“I’m so sorry,” he breathed, the scent of his cologne overwhelming her senses. Even under the harsh porch lights, Rhys was too handsome to stay mad at. And she wasn’t even mad.

Just embarrassed. 

“I told Mor I liked you,” he rushed out, his cheeks flaming red. “And she suggested we catch up and talk. I didn’t…I didn’t think she was insane enough to look you up.”

“She seemed nice,” Feyre offered mildly, walking towards her front door. It was so odd to see Rhys stumbling over his words. Where had his smoothness gone? 

“She’s a menace,” he retorted. “I ah…”

Ferye turned to look at him. 

“Can I show you something?” he asked, hand on his own door. “Pants on, I swear.”

“Is this the part where you chain me up in your basement?” she teased, following just behind. She was curious about his place, if nothing else. 

“The only chains I keep are on my bed—no don’t go, that was a joke—”

Feyre crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t make this weird.”

Rhys only sighed, gesturing for her to come in. 

Their set-up was exactly the same. Dark wood floors and crown molding. The same layout, the same ivory colored walls. He’d done a much nicer job decorating than her, which included several really lovely pieces of art on his wall.

“Up here,” he said, hand gliding over a mahogany wood rail as he led her up. Feyre’s heart pounded, well aware Rhys was taking her to his bedroom. To see the chains? A big part of her almost hoped so. She was so busy thinking about what he could do to her and how much she’d like it, that Feyre didn’t register what he was showing her when he pushed open his bedroom door.

She only saw the bed, draped in black with a pretty white throw tossed over the bottom edge. Rhys cleared his throat, as if he realized what she was looking at—his headboard, free of any restraint at all. 

On the unbroken wall the two of them shared, was a painting that was all-too familiar to Feyre. Framed in silver lovingly, it was her work. 

Feyre whirled to look at him. “You?”

He swallowed hard. “I keep it there so it’s the first thing I see in the morning,” he admitted. “It makes me feel…” he paused, hand pressed to his chest. 

“You paid too much for it,” she whispered. “It’s how I bought my place next door.”

His eyes lit up. “It's my fault you’re my neighbor.”

“In a way,” she agreed with a laugh she didn’t quite mean. 

“Lucky me,” he murmured, taking a step towards her. Ferye needed to get out before she did something stupid. Something wholly foolish, like fucking her neighbor as a thank you for buying my artwork. 

“I uh…” she cleared her throat. “It's been a long day.”

“Have breakfast on the deck with me tomorrow,” he told her, his hands clenched to fists at his sides. 

“Pants on?”

He shook his head. “No pants, Feyre.”

She took a breath. “We’ll see.”

Feyre fled on trembling legs, not daring to take a breath until she was in her own bedroom, back pressed to the wall her painting hung on. She could hear him moving faintly on the other side, though whatever he did wasn’t clear to her. Not immediately, anyway.

Not until Feyre slipped into her own bed naked, hand snaking between her legs. In the dark, every little noise her neighbor made was magnified. 

He grunted. It was such an obscenely sexual noise that Feyre whimpered in response. Silence settled between them, and then Rhys’s voice called through the wall. “Can you hear me, darling?”

Don’t respond, don’t respond, don’t respond— “Yes.”

He exhaled a loud, almost needy sounding breath. “Why don’t you go in the kitchen and see what you do to me?”

“I’m not wearing any clothes,” she told him, speaking louder than she wanted to so he would hear her.

“Fucking kill me,” he groaned softly. “Go downstairs, Feyre.”

Maybe it was her lust that drew her upwards. Or maybe it was knowing that Rhys had liked her before he’d ever even met her. Maybe he was just hot and it had been a year since she’d been the object of anyones sexual desires. Whatever it was, Feyre wrapped a blanket around her body and padded down the steps, calling, “I’m going,” before slamming her door loudly, just in case he hadn’t heard.

He must have run. Rhys was outside, chest heaving, by the time Feyre pulled back the blinds on the sliding door. He was utterly naked, illuminated by the light he’d flipped on and his massive cock was all but twitching in his hand. He was watching her with an intensity that made her whole body ache. 

“Take off the blanket,” he ordered, walking to her door to open it. Feyre was grateful she’d locked it. Rhys could tug all he liked. She wasn’t letting him in. 

Not tonight.

She did drop the blanket though, scooting forward in the chair so her toes were pressed to the glass. Legs spread open so he could really look at her. Rhys pressed his broad hand against the glass, resting his forehead against the door.

“Feyre,” he practically begged. “Open the door.”

“I don’t think I will,” she whispered, running her hands up and down her thighs. “That wasn’t the deal.”

“Feyre—”

“Show me what I do to you, Rhys.”

His free hand was still wrapped around his cock. When he stroked, Feyre couldn’t stop the soft whine that escaped her lips. He was exquisite and watching him pleasure himself while staring at her spread open pussy was so erotic Feyre could scarcely breathe.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

“Thinking about touching me?” she tried to tease, though her fingers brushed her swollen clit all the same.

Rhy’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Open the door, Ferye. Let me show you.”

She was tempted. So tempted her arm jerked without her consent, her body desperate to know what it would feel like to have his big, broad hands on her. 

Feyre dipped two fingers into her body, her stomach flipping when Rhys practically whined at the sight. Coating herself in her slick arousal, she trailed upwards, leaving a glistening path over her stomach as she toyed with her breasts. 

Rhys looked like he was seconds from falling to his knees, to begging and pleading to be let in. 

“Tell me what you would do,” Feyre ordered, bolder than she’d ever been in her life.

Rhys’s lips parted as her hand left her nipple, sliding back to rub indolent circles over her clit. 

“Feyre.” His voice was the softest plea, his breath fogging the glass. “Let me taste you.”

She arched her neck. “You talk a big game.”

“Let me show you,” he ordered roughly, pulling the door handle again. Stupid, she was so stupid. 

She leaned forward, fingers still sticky, and flipped the latch. Rhys pounced, pulling the door open so hard it bounced on the hinges. He didn’t care, not when cool air poured into her kitchen and certainly not if he broke the thing. 

He took four steps, hitting his knees so hard she could hear his bones groan in protest. Hands gripped her hips, yanking her forward until she had to drape her legs over his shoulders. He didn’t ask, didn’t say a gloating word. Feyre wasn’t certain he had any speech available to him at that moment. 

Feyre squealed when his tongue slid up the length of her. He hadn’t been lying on the deck. Rhys only adjusted his hold, pulling her to the edge of the chair until she was practically sitting on his face.

“Fucking hell, Feyre,” he moaned, the sound muffled as he sucked her clit between his lips. 

Oh God, she thought. He was so obscenely good with his tongue it ought to be a crime. Feyre gripped the edge of her chair, the only thing keeping herself from sliding into a puddle of wet nothing. 

Feyre had to press the balls of her feet against his naked back to keep from flying upwards. Rhys didn’t offer tentative licks or act like her last boyfriend every time he’d been between her legs. No hesitance—Rhys kissed, practically swallowing her with an urgency that made her whole body ignite with pleasure. 

Rhys ate pussy like he was hungry. It wasn’t pretty or elegant—he was messy. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, watching how his jaw worked, how his eyes held her gaze. Gauging, she realized, to see if she was enjoying herself. It took Feyre a moment to let go, to realize he wasn’t doing this just long enough to get her wet before he pushed himself into her. 

He was eating pussy because he liked it. 

Feyre carded her fingers through his dark, silken hair. “Rhys,” she panted, digging her heels into his back until there was no way Rhys was breathing. If he cared, he didn’t say. Hands kneaded at her thighs, her ass, anything he could put them on to heighten her already hot pleasure. It was a crime that a man as hot as him was as good with his mouth as he was. How did anyone stand losing him? 

“Rhys,” she breathed again, wondering if their neighbors could hear how loud he moaned into her. He’d figured her out too quickly—fucking her with his tongue until she was all but riding against his face, before dragging upwards to circle and suck at her clit. She felt wild, utterly out of control. Feyre pulled at his hair, all but ripping it from his scalp. It only made him moan louder.

“Rhys!” she pleaded a mere moment before she detonated around him. Her legs shook, clamping against his ears. Rhys pulled her closer still, tasting her release with hungry abandon. She had to push him off her to get him to stop.

Rhys yanked her to the floor, pulling her into his lap for a wet, messy kiss that tasted like her arousal. She was practically dripping wet, could feel the sticky slickness coating her thighs. Feyre clung to his powerful shoulders, sliding her tongue over his until they were both grinding on the floor, overcome with near feral desire. 

Rhys was the one who lifted her in the air like she was feather light, breaking the kiss long enough to keep them both from toppling back to the unforgiving tile. He walked her out into the late evening chill and set her atop the smooth rail of the deck. 

“Tell me,” he began, nipping kisses over her collarbone. “Is this what you imagined when you watched me?”

She didn’t answer at first—he sucked her nipple into his mouth, reigniting her arousal all over again. She could practically feel his tongue back on her clit. She wouldn’t have stopped him if he’d gotten back on his knees. Feyre slid her hands down his chest, halting when she felt the wet tip of his cock brush the back of her hand. 

Rhys moaned against her skin as she gripped him, pumping the thickness of him in a hand that hardly felt big enough to hold him. 

“Is it?”

Oh God, she’d forgotten he’d been speaking.

“No,” she whispered. “I just thought you were beautiful.”

The hungry look on his face softened for a moment. “You’re so lovely,” he whispered, teeth against her neck. “I’m going to fuck you, Feyre, and afterwards I’m going to take you to my bed and show you just how lovely you are.” She was still pumping his cock, her thumb slicking through the precum practically weeping from the tip. How did he seem so controlled? Feyre was losing herself entirely.

Rhys replaced her hand with his, pressing closer until he was notched against her. Feyre waited for him to thrust in and when he didn’t, too busy teasing her with his wicked mouth, she wrapped her legs around his waist, dug her heels and his ass, and pushed him into her body.

“Fuck,” he cried, loud enough to disturb nearby crickets singing sweetly in the grass. Speech eluded Ferye entirely as she adjusted to the fullness of holding him. It was almost like her first time—the stretch was a pleasant sort of pain. 

One hand on her hip, the other around her neck, Rhys began driving into her. The slap of their skin meeting was louder than the singing crickets and the street traffic just outside. Feyre didn’t care. She hoped someone looked out their window and saw what he was doing to her. 

Rhys’s hand was big enough to span the entirety of her neck, his fingertips pressing just enough to leave her breathless. 

Rhys dipped his head, licking just behind her ear. “You should have told me you were watching,” he whispered, teeth sinking against her lobe. He tugged and Feyre moaned, tightening around him. “I would have fucked you months ago.”

She dug her nails into his shoulders, pushing her feet until he was practically pounding with bruising force into her body. She’d never been more turned on in her life. The air kissed against her overheated skin, stimulating her just as surely as his hands and cock was. He was dragging her up back up in a way no one had ever managed before. The precise roll of his hips, the way he paid such careful attention to each little whine and whimper all added to the exquisite drag of his cock. He knew what he was doing.

“Rhys—” he covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her scream greedily as her pussy clamped tightly around him, drawing him deeper and practically holding him still. Feyre was wrecked, could barely breathe as a second orgasm ripped its way through her.

Rhys was all but rutting into her, whimpering with need. He was going to come—Feyre could practically feel the way his heart throbbed. His careful rhythm faltered, hips pushing and pushing until he dropped his hand around her throat to bite against her shoulder. His own release was dizzyingly erotic, only adding to her pleasure.

“Up,” he whispered, kissing her neck as he lifted her back up against him. He was forced to withdraw so he could walk. She whined in protest.

“I’m not done with you,” he informed her, walking her back through his place. Rhys dropped her on his bed where she could see that painting hanging on his wall. Proof, perhaps, that they’d been meant to find each other.

Rhys crawled up her body. “I’ll never be done with you.”

Feyre thought she wouldn’t be either.

#feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #feyre x rhysand #a little smut on a tuesday afternoon #sometimes thats just self-care

[alcoholandcakes]

𝓢/𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓸’𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓽

<Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Atsushi Nakajima, Akutagawa Ryunnosuke, Yosano Akiko>

Dazai Osamu

- you have a lot of medicine at home

- please lock it away from him so he won’t try another attempt

- you only keep those ones around that he cannot overdose on

- “ HOW CRUEL OF YOU BELLADONNA? YOU DONT EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE NOW DO YOU?”

- “ osamu I do love you but I won’t give you pills on which you can overdose- get that out of your mind right in this instant!”

- you can be pretty strict with him

- but it’s because you’re worried for him

- when he’s sick you always make sure that if you give him medication he doesn’t drink it down with alcohol

- he likes whiskey a little too much

- all in all he is fascinated by the fact that you know every medication, their side effects and what they’re for

- and he likes how you don’t allow him to just take it without your presence but he wouldn’t admit it

- it shows Him you care

- plus you bring him free bandages so it’s a win-win situation for him

Chuuya Nakahara

- you don’t need to worry about him trying to overdose with the pills you keep at home

- but you need to worry about him trying to drink it down with FUCKING WINE

- you always need to remind him to not drink wine

- one time he was a bit irritated and reminded him he started yelling

- “ DO YOU THINK IM THAT DUMB TO NOT KNOW THAT I SHOULDNT DRINK WINE WHEN TAKING IT?!”

- you just stayed calm looking at him with doe eyes and he apologized right away

- there wouldn’t be way too many arguments about it but he would get mad once in a while

- once he got sick and you were at work he tried to find himself some pills but there were so many he literally got lost 😭

- he needed to call you for assistance

- you assisted him as much as you could

- he loves how you can tell him right away what medication is for what

Atsushi Nakajima

- he doesn’t get what medication is for what so he keeps his distance

- you don’t need to worry about him really

- when he’s sick you stay at home with him because he won’t take pills

- he would rather suffer

- you usually give him only painkillers nothing more or herbal tea

- that helps him, he has a strong immunity

- you would even teach him what is for what

- he gladly learns because you’re passionate about it

- he loves to learn about it really

- so he knows the primary ones like frontin, Xanax, ibalgin

Akutagawa Ryunnosuke

- he’s pretty sick

- he has problems with his lungs so yeah

- you actually met him when he went to buy some medicine

- once when he came again you gave him your number on the bill with the text “call me up if ya wanna”

- well he called you out to go on a tea with him

- so you went out and got to know each other better but you mostly talked about pills and what he should take instead if he had bad side effects

- you started calling him after work and brought him his medication without him needing to pay

- first he looked weirdly at you and thought you wanted something from him

- he hardly realized that it was only your kindness

- you did this pretty often because you felt like he needed it

- after you got together with him and move in with him you made sure to always have at home what he needs

- when his condition gets worse you always stay home with him even when he’s so stubborn wanting to go to work

- but you force him to stay at home so he gets atleast a bit better

- he really loves you for it but doesn’t wanna show it

- you always take such a good care of him and now gin doesn’t need to worry so much because he’s in good hands

Yosano Akiko

- when she was getting a re-fill she met you

- she really liked you (love at first sight)

- she gave you her number right away that day

- you called her at the end of your shift and things just happened

- now she doesn’t even need to come to the pharmacy

- she just calls you and at the end of her shift you bring her the medication she needs

- she just loves the fact that your interest kinda match

- you can talk about work and you’ll understand each other

- you guys take care of each other

- when she has time she will bring you lunch to work

A/n: so rn I’m having ideas so yeah<3

I hope you guys stay well hydrated and safe I luv you guys so much <33

28.08.2022- Cali

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd anime #bsd manga #atsushi #bsd atsushi #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara #yosano akiko #yosano headcanons #bsd yosano #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #chuuyabsd #dazai osamu headcanon #chuuya headcanons #atsushi headcanons #akutagawa headcanons

[davinaclaire16]

Wings Of Dusk Pt 4

Azriel x reader

Hi guys 👋 Im going to keep making part since you all have been so encouraging! But I’d love to know some things you’d like to see happen in this series!

“Az…. No of course not. That’s not nothing it’s….its everything.”

“Then come home, Sunshine.” Sunshine…. It had been so long since you had been called that. Az had always called you that. On one of your late night talks you had asked him why Sunshine, and he had told you that after his brother and his shadows, you had been the first kind soul he had met. Had been his sunshine that coaxed him out of the pit of darkness. That was the first night you had attempted to become anything more with Az. You had always had a crush on the shadow singer even as a child and realized it had turned into love before the blood rite. You were so worried about him, irrationally, so you knew but you couldn’t shake it, and that’s when you had realized it. Both of you were buzzed on faerie wine and laughter. You had told him that he had always been your Achilles heel. That you had never needed a hero, not even after you served in the war. But he made you want him, that he was your hero and that no matter how unwavering and independent you had become you would always bend for him…only him. By the end of your confession his hand had come up to your face, cupping your cheek and his thumb brushed over your lips. There had been no words by either of you and when you both had leaned in. Rhysand had burst into the room going on about his latest brawl with Cas and dragged Az out of the room. The next morning Az had said nothing to you and was cold toward you for an entire month. That’s when you realized there would only be friendship between the two of you, and that Az was too sweet to tell you he had not felt the same so you just acted like it had never happened and eventually had fallen back into being best friends like the telling of sweet nothings that night never happened.

“Azriel I can’t just up and leave here. I have a duty here as well, projects, treaty’s, and affairs to take care of, and unlike Rhysand, Helion doesn’t have a small army of family members who would do anything for him.”

“So what? You’re going to reside in the day court and wear white and gold for the rest of your days?”

“What you think I look ridiculous?” You teased

“Oh absolutely, I think night court black is much more fitting for you” he laughed. “How do you stand it here? It’s so bright.”

“ I’ll be honest it took awhile to get used to. But after being under that mountain I guess it was just refreshing to be cloaked in daylight.”

Azriel paused “I’m sorry Y/N. For what you endured. I should have told Amarantha to fuck off that night. And I should of searched harder for you after they had told me you had died… I could of brought you home safe an-“

“Az none of this has been any fault of yours. None. Plus it wasn’t that bad. I’ve been through worse”

“Sunshine… you don’t have to do that.”

You looked at him quizzically you weren’t sure towards what he was implying.

“You don’t need to downplay your experience or pain it doesn’t make you weak or pathetic it makes you strong. Not with me.”

“I believe I told you that exact thing once.”

“Hmm that must be why they sound so wise.” He huffed

“I’ve missed you Az…”

“And I, you, Sunshine” and there it was, that same feeling you got whenever you were around him. The incessant pull you felt toward him even after all of the years apart.

“Umm, I’m going to head in. Do you want to come in? And we can keep talking….” You quickly turned in and sat on the love seat in the lounge area of your room. With your back along the arm rest and knees tucked to your chest. You gave a glance to the door, and mother he really was everything. You could see his toned muscles through his leathers, his hair ruffled, his eyes soft and piercing. But the sight you had missed the most were his wings… large, strong, and handsome. You could see some new scars since you had left and you could tell they had to have been painful.

Az had taken a seat on the other end of the love seat. His leg tucked under the other that hung off the couch. Head resting on his hand that was being propped up by the back of the couch. He faced you and the words just came and started to spill out from the both of you. The two of you talked for hours and hours well into the night. Eventually your legs had ended up in his lap after the two of you kept becoming more and more comfortable with the other. His wings relaxed and were drooping lazily off the end of the couch, no longer tight and pulled into his back. His shadows had been let go soon after. He let them wander and envelope you, and you just laughed. They had always tickled. The two of you talked about everything. The struggles each of you had faced over the years, Amarantha, funny stories of Cas, of everyone. You laughed and caught up like that for hours until sleep had finally stolen him from you.

If you weren’t so concentrated on laughing with Az, you might have caught the growing glow that had seeped through under the door.

When you had awoken, there was no sign of Az and you were in bed under the covers. It was later than you’d typically wake up so you had missed breakfast with Helion. You quickly got ready for the day, put your hair in a high ponytail and put your pure white fighting leathers on. Why Helion had picked white leather for his army you had no idea. It was like his goal was for them be drenched in crimson red and kept that way. The fighting leather fit close and snuggly to your body and accentuated your ass rather well. (Think Katniss’s mockingjay fit but white lol)

Once you were dressed you headed out to Helion’s office. 

“Helion! Good morning.”

“Y/N.” His tone was flat and void of emotion which was unusual for Hel

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine just tired”

“You didn’t sleep last night?”

“No, sleep did not find me, and then I was rudely stood up for breakfast…. do you know who would do such a thing? To a high lord no less?” he said shooting a playful eyebrow at me.

“Oh Hel I’m sorry, I slept right in this morning. I was catching up with family last night and lost track of time.” You didn’t know why you hadn’t told Helion it was Azriel you stayed up all night with with. There was no reason not to tell him.

Helion just nodded his head and looked like he wanted to push it but decided against it.

“Well, um, we need to complete the meeting with Rhysand today, and then we have to go onsite to the rebuilding of the library, not to mention-”

“Yes Helion I know, meet with the scholars and see how some of the apprentices are coming along…. I did it yesterday.”

“Y/N! What did I do before you”

“Well it definitely wasn’t filing the court expense sheets.”

At about that time Rhys and your family had entered the office.

“Helion, Y/N, we need to talk about why we came here in the first place. We sent a letter to you about a meeting with all of the High Lords and you, Helion, are the only high lord that hasn’t responded.” Rhys had put on his cold exterior, something you had come to know meant he was going to get what he wanted.

“Well yes, I don’t have intentions on attending, Rhysand. Surely you know know what rejection is. Or has your pretty face never experienced it?” You held back your laughter and added

“Look Rhys I understand why your trying to set up a meeting, it’s quite smart on your end, but on our end it just doesn’t make sense to align ourselves with you when we’ve been given no reason to believe that Hybern has plans that include the day court at all. Not to mention if the moment does arise and it becomes necessary to have an alliance we can just send a word to you. Otherwise we don’t have time to take off and halt our progress and work within our court.”

“I’m not asking you to attend Y/N, I am asking Helion.” And there it was the very reason you had stepped down from his 2nd in command. The blatant disregard for your opinions and thoughts on how to effectively lead or manage a court. Before you could defend yourself Helion had quickly come to your defense.

“How dare you come to me and ask for my presence and disregard a member of my court! And not only a member MY advisor. I don’t know who you think she is Rhysand but here, she is not your sister, and not a part of the night court. Here, she is my 2nd, my advisor, and a member of the Day court.” Helion was loud and unwavering as he stared down Rhysand, like a battle of the wills. Eventually Rhysand realized he needed Helions presence, and whatever was going on between him and his sister would have to wait.

“I apologize. But Hybern will stop at nothing. He won’t spare your court, he will destroy that wall, and he will start another war. Helion, your presence and participation is crucial in getting all the High lords to unite. If one, just one of us doesn’t show up or agree it could be the difference between a united front and nothing.”

“Y/N what do you think about Rhysands claims.” Maybe it was a genuine question, but the way Helion’s eyebrow had tipped towards you made you think that it was Helion’s way of showing and proving that you were a part of his court.

“I think what he says holds truth. It will be more complicated to get all of the Lords on board if not all of them are there. But at the end of the day it is time away from here and leaving the day court open and vulnerable. If what Rhysand says is true, leaving the court open could end badly, however not having a united front could prove worse.”

“Thank you Y/N. Rhysand why is it that you brought your entire inner circle with you today? Except Feyre with you, I know she slipped through Tamlins grasp. I may not have a shadowsinger but I have a few spies of my own.”

“Each member with me today serves a purpose, I am also aware you are a Person with a taste for extravagance and a little show. As for Feyre she is dealing with other business back home.”

“Hm. We shall attend your meeting, Rhysand. You and your court are free to leave.”

“High Lord if you don’t mind me asking. Having Y/N in the Night court with us until the meeting would be highly beneficial to each party.” Cassian had stepped forward, almost pleading with Helion.

“How so? I see no reason why her absence would be beneficial to me.” You take one look at your family and had realize Cassain had gone rogue. But it didn’t take them but a second to jump on what Cassain was getting at.

“Well, with her with us we could fill her in, giving a more in depth understanding of what we are facing. That would also give your court advantage and more preparation time.” Azriel had spoken up and you couldn’t help but whip your head to him in shock. He had met your gaze and only gave you a smirk in return.

“Of course, and Helion already being in such a direct alliance would give me more reason to visit the day court more often to attend to whatever business needs attending to.” Mor had jumped in with a flirty tone. Mother you had almost forgotten that that was thing in the first place.”

“And seeing as Y/N is very familiar with the night court already, it won’t take much to become accustomed to it.”

They were all making good points and you wished you could smack the smug smirk on Rhysands face when Helion had just looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows as in a question if you would go.

You just met his gaze and sighed. It would seem you were going back home.

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[lesbi-nyan]

Can you tell us about your sword(s)?

um so i've been letting this ask age in my cellar like a fine wine.

I was gifted my sword by my old kung-fu instructor. It was a parting gift of sorts, along with a quarter staff and 3ft stick for stick fighting, when he was no longer able to keep teaching due to the arthritis in his ankle. It was also in part a belated reward for completing my black belt test. I'd been his longest student for 10 years from 5-15years old. so, I was 15 when he gave it to me, nearly 10 years ago now im realizing. I don't know much else about it tbh, i think he said it's of chinese making, not a japanese katana, despite appearance. I do want to learn more about it some day.

I cut my finger on the blade while testing if it was sharp. it was dumb, but fortunately not severe. confirmed it is a real cutting blade.

we briefly kept in touch for the rest of my highschool years; he took me out for a lunch once before i transitioned at 17. when i was 21 i reached out to him and he said he was so proud of how far i've come in life and in regards to my transition, he'd heard about it from people he knew who apparently knew me--it's kind of a small city. hearing his kindness after so long, especially when i was in different rough spot, brought me to tears. it was during the pandemic so we couldn't meet up, but we said we'd aim to reconnect again. He was like a father figure to me and the sword is a precious memory of my time with him. ~nya

#nyanko moos #🐈🛞💜 #i do want to see him again. i miss him.

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Yotsuba Group Smut

ayo this is a gangbang and again instead of the name Y/N we have Sam because i really like that name lmao

There she was, getting her holes stuffed by to Higuchi and Hatori. Higuchi was on top of her using her lubed hole, meanwhile Hatori was slapping into her pussy. She could feel them hitting her best spot nonstop, making her noises get louder. The other men was watching and rubbing themselves with pure lust in their eyes, who couldn’t wait to have a taste. As she turned her eyes, she saw Takahashi’s cock right in front of her, aching to be touched. He held it towards her mouth, she didn’t even hesitate to take it all in to her throat, gagging a little. Still moaning on his dick. How did things come to this point? Oh yeah, the dinner at her house. Ever since she joined the company she was the target of adoring, mostly by them. Literally the entire company had a crush on her, thanks to her gorgeous features, smartness and kind heart. She did everything well which made her to get attended to their private confidential meetings. As they got closer, she thought it would be a “good idea” to invite them to dinner at her place. Everything went fine until that stupid question came along with the light headness of wine. “Who would you choose among us?” What the hell? If she chooses one others wont be happy with this and they knew it. Pushing her to her limit, and thanks to wine, they all got what they wanted. A taste of her. Which no one was complaining about how a unhealthy opinion this is, all of them were lost in the pleasure that she was giving to them. Even the most hesitant one, Shimura who was licking his lips while looking at her jiggling breasts and feeling himself, didn’t even think twice before taking his dick out. Their gazes were hungry, aching to get inside her.

Covered in sweat, tears and salvia she was also slowly losing herself. It wasn’t long before Takahashi came into her throat, pushing himself further and pulling out. Sam coughed, cum dripping from her chin. “Fuck.. That’s a good girl” said Takahashi, slapping his dick to her cheek. Her make up now ruined, mascara flowing down with tears to her cheeks, lipstick slipped to her chin, some of on their dicks.

“Ahah.. Im gonna cum..” she heard Hatori say, his pace getting faster. “Shit, Me too.. Hah” Higuchi added. With a high moan they filled her up with their seeds. As they took themselves out with low gasping, Shimura got up not ,wasting a minute, raised her ass up then replaced his erected one in her cum dripping pussy. “Holy shit.. Its so fucking good-Ah..” said while slapping hard, squeezing her butt. Mido went in front of her, as she opened her mouth, he pushed in without a warning. “Mmh.. suck me nice and clean..” he grabbed a fist-full of her hair, moving her head. “Mmmf-“ she could only moan ins response. Kida also got up from his seat, brought her hand to his cock as Sam started to fap him fast. She switched between Mido and Kida, making sure to give them enough attention, while Shimura was railing her from behind. As they came on her face, Shimura striked a few deep thrust in her, making sure his cum got in well. When he pulled out Sam collapsed on the couch.

Her eyes looking at the last two ones of Namikawa and Ooi, who started walking towards her. Ooi grabbed her, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Namikawa who was behind her started rubbing himself to her second hole, while Ooi slapped in her wet walls. When they both got in, it was like heaven and hell to her. Getting fucked dumb by 8 guys made her body orgasm an amount she just couldn’t count anymore. She held Ooi’s face, looking him in the eyes, only thing she saw was lust as he gave her ass two brutally hard slaps. “Aah-Fuck!” she answered to his act. She couldn’t take it anymore as she squirted to their dicks. “Oh she can squirt~” Takahashi’s voice was heard. The pace they were giving her got faster, making her scream in tears of pleasure. “F-Fuck dont stop Ah~” she said loudly. Like others they came in her, cum now dripping out her like a bucket. As they took themselves out, Namikawa replaced her onto the couch.

Her legs trembling, seed oozing out her both holes in a very much amount, her face covered in cum, spit on her chin, tears flowing down her cheeks with a sweaty body. While she was about to complete herself, she saw the men’s cock were hard again. “How about a round two? Im sure you can take it love.~” said Higuchi, while rubbing his dick with his hands. Sam looked at him, breathing heavily, smiled. It was going to be long night…

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