#motivated me more to do the same. it's hard n it gets uncomfortable at times n i will experience drawbacks but

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room 305 - l.stroll

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pairing: Lance stroll x fem!reader

warnings: build up + childhood friends trope + not intended for minors + long(omg I’m so sorry) + mentions of oral (f + m receiving)

a/n: I want to thank @oconso, @monzabee, and @holllandtrash for being the people who inspired me to keep writing this fic 😅your reactions were my motivation to keep going! so sorry for the two posts in two days, just felt the need to get this out there xx feedback is appreciated 🫶

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how you got to this point in the conversation is beyond you.

you can feel the saliva thicken in your throat. sweat begins to break out across your forehead that you wipe with the back of your hand nervously. he seems so calm, so collected. like he didn’t just learn his best friend, of childhood, was a virgin.

it wasn’t a problem you had. you didn’t mind walking around sexually frustrated that not a single man was ready to take you to the next base, but the way lances skin quickly dropped pale, eyes nearly jumping out of their sockets, you knew it wasn’t okay.

“so like,” he pauses, you can see he’s trying to digest the news. you watch him swallow before continuing, “you’ve just never had sex before?”

he realized how stupid he sounds. just repeating your words back to you, and he watches red spread further across your cheeks. he cannot imagine how embarrassing this conversation had to be, but he can thank the wine for finally pushing you open to him.

you nod, reaching for the bottle of wine in the middle of the table, your hands are too shaky from the embarrassment. the bottle dips, about to hit the wood table, but Lance is quick enough to catch it and takes a knowing look at you, “you don’t have to be afraid. it’s me.”

he says it in a matter of fact tone, because it is him. the guy who wasn’t shy to be your first kiss, or the guy who wasn’t shy to risk his life and teach you how to drive. he would be more than honored to teach you what good sex is, and he knows by the look in your eyes, you’re thinking about it.

“if not tonight,” he pauses, watching you adjust in the uncomfortable hard wood chair, hoping and praying this conversation would be over, “some other time. I’m always down.”

—

it’d been a week since your confession, and the idea always stayed lurking in the back of your mind.

even when he introduces you to his team, when his back muscles flexed in the skin tight fireproof, you were thinking about him on top of you, how his skin would feel against yours.

you’re lost in your thoughts, thinking about how warm his body would be against yours, his cold palm against your throat, when he interrupts your thoughts.

“so you’re thinking about it too?” he shifts in front of you. you watch the smirk turn against his lips as his hand slips down your arm, finger tips ever so gently brushing your skin.

he watches your lips slightly gap, eyes becoming doe-like. “the offer still stands.” he says.

the way he’s acting is killing you. he’s so nonchalant, like it’s not a big deal to him, but your mind races with the boundaries you were crossing. this was no longer going to be an easy childhood friendship, it’d much more complicated for crying out loud. he’d see your most vulnerable places, and you cannot believe he’s acting with not a care in the world.

“I want it to be with the right person,” you say, your voice sounds shaky like you weren’t sure of yourself, but deep down you were. “It’s important to me you understand that.” you add.

he shifts from one hip to the other, giving you a tiny nod in understanding, “do you think I’m not the right person for you?” he asks. he picks up on your hesitation, air caught in your lungs because you weren’t expecting that response. you had a whole planned out response, and instead you’re looking for words to answer.

that same smirk toys his lips again as he slips into his teal green racing suit, “you know where to find me.” he sends you a wink, but doesn’t leave without a final word, “I’ve got a condom with your name on it, you just say when.”

—

your fingernail is gushing with blood. you’ve been chewing it nonstop since the race started.

the gnawing at your skin might’ve started with the race, it wasn’t an easy start and finish, with yellow flags, safety cards, and animals at risk; the race was anything but calm. now that the race was over, and you were watching Lance climb out of the car, the nervous tick now wasn’t because of the race anymore. it was because of the butterflies in your stomach and the throbbing from your pussy.

you’ve never felt this hungry for someone before. you watch his hair fall out of the helmet, the dark brown locks were flattened due to the balaclava, but the hairs find their way back to their natural shape as he shakes them off his sweaty forehead.

you feel like a little girl at school again. getting all excited when your crushed looked your way, or how nervous you got around him, it all felt too familiar. it was how you used to feel about Lance when you were in middle school. always looking at him when no one was watching, and being anxious when you were left alone with him. some feelings never do go away.

“I heard p9 is the newest p1.” you say when he’s finally made his way over to you. you watch him as he steps up to your body, arms wrapping around you. there was nothing that could of prepared you for this moment, there was no better feeling than Lance against your own body.

his arms are loose around you, his hand rests in the middle of your back, thumb lightly stroking your back. you inhale his sweaty scent, the mixture of his cologne lingers the odor, it’s oddly enough to send a pulse back down between your inner thighs.

“p1, huh?” he asks pulling away from your body, fingers running through his hair, he gently pulls on the strands before running his fingers down his face.

“that’s what they’re saying.” you reply, stumbling backwards, knees a bit too weak to stand you need something to grab onto. you never expected a man to ever do this to you. at least not Lance.

he licks his lips, “what does p1 get?”

“me.” you say.

every vessel in your body is sure of this. you might not of been hours ago, when he was playing his asshole cards, but now? you’re sure he’s the one. in fact, you’re sure he’s the only one.

you watch him swallow the lump in his throat. he’s never seen you be so bold. he watches your face to see if any signs of bluffing, but you’re not folding, you’re sure of this.

“meet me back at the hotel, room 305.”

—

you sit on the edge of his hotel bed, once again gnawing at the skin of your fingertips. you weren’t sure what to expect, should you dress up for the occasion? maybe sport a g-string? you couldn’t even focus on trying to eat dinner, there was too much on your mind.

“would you stop eating your skin?” he asks emerging from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. he’d been in the shower when you arrived. he heard the door click open, and listened to you carefully place it behind you to not make too much noise. of course, you failed by running into bathroom door that was wide open allowing the steam from the shower out the room.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter putting your hand underneath your thighs, “I’m just nervous.” you admit, as if it wasn’t obvious. he’s known you your whole life, that tick was a dead giveaway of your anxiety.

you watch him bend down to pick up one of his shirts out of his suitcase. you’re a little unsure why he’s getting dressed if in the next ten minutes you’ll be throwing the shirt off of him, and you can tell he’s reading your confusion just by the way he laughs.

“we are doing this my way, dinner first then sex. I gotta get to know you before I fuck you.”

you scoff. like he hasn’t spent over a decade or two learning the in’s and outs of you. you find it ridiculous, but he’s truly the only man that’s ever agreed to second base. he’s your only safe option to show you what a first time should be like.

“fine, should I change?” you gesture to the outfit you’re wearing. a midi white skirt, pair of sandals, and a black tank top.

he shakes his head, “no it’s fine, skirts are easy to take off anyway.”

you laugh, and decide to wait for him to change. of course, he changes with the bathroom door cracked open. it’s not enough for you to see anything, but you can hear the zip of jeans, the sound of his socks against the cold tile, all the things to let you know he was naked.

“ready?” he asks while grabbing his keys and wallet off the nightstand.

you stand up and watch him, you see the gold packaging that was hidden beneath the wallet, and you know exactly what it is. he wasn’t hiding it.

“where to?”

he gives you a knowing look like you shouldn’t of asked, and you know exactly what he’s about to say, “Lester’s deli.”

—

the sandwich in front of you is just as good as you remember it being. Lance sits across from you, halfway finished with his when he looks up at you, “so tell me, what do you like in a guy?” he asks.

you nearly drop the sandwich just to swallow before replying. it took all of the strength in you to not look down at his growing hard cock in his jeans.

it was evident the whole drive. his hand resting on your bare thigh, fingertips dangerously move up your skirt. he was such a tease, it was killing you how he was acting.

you shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know, just as long as he’s nice.” you reply to his question taking another bite out of your sandwich.

he nods taking a sip of his drink before asking another question, “I want the specifics. what did and didn’t work. do you like it when I touch you? do you hate hair pulling?”

the questions roll off his tongue, it’s hard to keep track. you can tell he’s been around the block, whereas you’ve barely been in the house let alone allowed to park your car in a man’s garage.

“Lance,” you say, finally stopping him from getting into orgys and sex toys, “I’ve never had sex. I don’t know what I like, but I know I like you.”

he finds himself blushing. he owes Chloe at least twenty bucks for predicting the expectable outcome: that you would fall for each other.

“well then what are we waiting for?” he asks, standing up from his chair. the few customers turn around hearing the legs of the chair scrape against the floor.

you watch him like you used to. with those silly little doe-eyes and follow his lead because even if you wanted to say no, you couldn’t. you dreamt of a moment like this at some point in your life, and you cannot believe it was Lance stroll who’d fuck you in his hotel room.

—

you lay against the mattress, his lips press against yours every so often while he takes off his shirt. you study the way his body looks as the black t-shirt comes off his back. you take your index finger and trace the outlines of his abs, the tattoo on his rib cage. there’s so much to see.

“I’ll help you.” he guides your hands to the zipper of his jeans. his hands steadies your shaking ones as you pull on the tiny metal that’s holding all of him together.

the jeans come off, they are in a ball on the floor along side his t-shirt he was once sporting. he’s hesitant to take off your tank top for you, his cold hands are on top of yours while you lift your shirt up over your head.

he licks his bottom lip before pressing them against yours for a brief second, “so beautiful.”

during the kiss he took the chance to unhook your bra, and when he pulls away, the material that was holding your breasts up is ripped off of you exposing your nipples to the cool air of the hotel room.

“lay back, for me.” he says, and you obey. it wasn’t much of a demand, rather than a statement for comfort. he takes the opportunity to spread your legs far apart, feet pressed into the mattress.

the white skirt you’re wearing rides up your thighs, he can see the lacy panties as clear as day, a smirk lifts his lips, “for me? you didn’t have to.” he jokes, but its sincere. he finds it charming you put in the effort to look presentable.

“whatever.” you grumble.

he smiles, hands running up your legs to your thighs. he stops at your hips that currently hold the floral lacy material in place. he’s careful to not tear the material as it trails down your legs before being tossed aside.

he gets off the bed for the gold wrapper on the nightstand. while he’s tugging off his boxers, the realization hits you. you’re about to have sex with the Lance stroll. the man who you once took showers with when you were babies, held you while your parents bickered and fought. this man was more than the perfect guy for the job to take your virginity.

“you just tell me when to stop, okay?”

his thumb grazes your cheek for a brief second before his hand slides down your throat. he’s gentle over your voice box, “I need to hear you, you’ll tell me to stop.”

his chain dangles off his of chest, the dim lights of the room reflect off it, nearly blinding you while he speaks. you feel that pulse once again as you nod, “I’ll tell you.” you try to vocalize your needs, but it’s caught in your throat making you sound raspy and hoarse.

he lets go. allowing that hand to caress your body while the other balances him in between you. his chain hovers over your eyelids, shoulder blades lining up with yours you can feel the heat radiating off of him. your breath is caught in your lungs by the sight of his beauty.

you feel his skin against yours before his tip inside of you. your hips grind together, chests nearly colliding with one another. your back arches into him, a gasp rolls off your tongue, nails digging deep into his skin. he hisses.

the strokes weren’t deep and long at first, rather quick and sporadic to get a feel. you’re tight, and he expected this, but he didn’t expect the challenge to open you up to feel so good.

his head tilts back a bit, a little grunt escaping his lips as he goes deeper into your core. you’re whining under him, absolutely soaking wet under him already.

he’s big, god he’s incredibly big. you’re not why he doesn’t walk around flaunting it, because you’re sure it’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen and you weren’t even sure he’d fit in you.

you squirm when he goes long, the pain is met with pleasure shortly, a whimper escapes your lips, nails still digging into his back.

his strokes start to pick up again, you can feel the mattress beneath you two begin to shake, the headboard lightly tapping the wall behind you. you’re about a second away from coming when he hits the bundle of nerves that send a rush through your body. a whine slips off your tongue, and suddenly he’s slowing down— pulling out to be exact.

“yeah?” he asks. trying to catch his breath, he takes a long look into your angelic eyes, “let me taste you.” his voice is quiet. picking your legs up over his shoulders, his eyes dazzle with excitement at the thick moisture against your folds.

you shutter, when you feel his wet warm tongue against your skin, it’s a sensation that itches your brain, makes you dizzy, and gets your legs to twitch.

he takes his time wiping up your moisture in every fold before he re-enters your center— this time with his tongue. his name rolls off your lips, he stops for a brief moment before you guide him to continue. your fingers are tugging hard on the strands of his brown hair.

“you taste amazing.” he lifts up sitting on his knees wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a question in his mind sparks his interest.

“you want to try something?” he asks. curiosity flows through you. what more could he have up his sleeve?

you nod, allowing him to take your hands and lift you off the bed. you’re struggling to stand on your two feet, he helps you onto your knees, eye to eye with his hard cock.

“open your mouth, relax your jaw.” he instructs. you follow his commands, doing as so before taking his cock into your hands, fingers carefully stroke the shaft before your mouth closes around his tip.

the rest of his words get caught in his throat when your tongue swipes his tip. your fingers are beginning to wrap tight around his hard cock. how the hell were you so good at this? he thought to himself.

you may not be experienced enough, but you know just what you’re doing. you’ve read enough smut in your life to know where your hand should be, how your tongue should flick him. you know this will get him to come.

“g-good girl.” he moans.

his head is thrown back in pleasure. he can’t get enough of the feeling of your hand move up and down him, tongue swiping every inch of his cock.

he’s got one hand in your hair, the other is gripping the edge of the nightstand for balance. his knees are weak, he can’t stand it. he gives into the pleasure that he’s holding onto and let’s go. he’s enjoyed every second, every gasp that exits his mouth is a reward to your ego.

your mouth is met with his cum, a soft whimper escapes his lips that ends with a sigh in a relief. you pull away from his body, and when you look up from his cock, your eyes being greeted to his cocky smirk.

“not bad for a first timer.” he says, a light chuckle escapes his lips as he collapses against the mattress. it was finally over.

his arms are extended upward, fingers motioning for you to join him. you get up off the floor, and climb into his arms.

“now what?” you ask, resting your head against his chest. you can hear his heart still rapidly pounding.

it was a question you didn’t want to ask. once this was over, now that you no longer were a virgin, you figured there was no challenge left for him.

“now? we cuddle. next time? I get to teach you how to ride.”

“sounds like a plan.”

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chapter xxiii – gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 4,500+

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“You are being awfully quiet, my dear.” 

Y/N blinked, getting mentally awoken by Leonora’s comment. “Sorry, I just…I don’t think the hand-made gown tailored specifically for me was necessary.”

Leonora looked confused. “And why is that?”

Y/N’s gaze couldn’t lift from the floor as she answered, “I do not think it is wise for me to attend the celebration.” 

All of the servants and seamstresses froze from the statement and subtly looked at their Lady of Autumn for indication of how they should react. 

But Leonora, calm and collected per usual, just gave Y/N a gentle smile. She nodded to the seamstress that was kneeling at Y/N’s foot to continue her work. 

Then she looked up at Y/N without judgment or worry, but with an encouraging smirk and soft eyes. “Why would it not be wise for the mate of our new High Lord to attend his coronation, Y/N?” 

The witch finally looked up from the ground to meet her gaze. “Will it not give the people of his Court the wrong idea? I am not the next Lady of Autumn, nor have I accepted his bond. I do not wish to put Eris in an uncomfortable position.” 

Leonora gave a sad nod. “I see…” she sighed. 

She turned around and gave everyone in the room a soft request to leave the two of them. 

Y/N’s heart started beating faster as she watched them all quietly exit. 

Was Leonora about to scold her? Yell at her for refusing to accept her son as his mate? 

No, that couldn’t be it.

Leonora had been nothing but kind to Y/N since they met. Never once did she pressure her on behalf of Eris. She hardly ever brought up their relationship. Most of the time, Y/N felt like Leonora was just happy to have a new female friend in the Forest House, especially after so long of being a prisoner here. 

Leonora offered Y/N her hand to help her off the platform she was standing on for the seamstresses. Then she held both of her hands gently as she told her, “You forget, Y/N, that you are more to Autumn Court than simply the mate of its new High Lord.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed. 

Leonora smiled. “You are their savior. Yes, it was Eris who slayed Beron in the end. But he would not have had the courage or strength to do so without you. Most in this Court despised and feared Beron Vanserra. You have given this Court a chance for change.”

Y/N’s face grew hot from the praise. 

Leonora gave her a sympathetic look before adding, “But also I cannot say that as Eris’ mother, I do not also have selfish motives, as well. You make him stronger. I worry how he will be if he if he goes through such a coronation alone.” 

“But you and Lucien will be there,” Y/N tried to argue. 

Leonora tilted her head and gave her a look. “It is not the same, and I think you know that, my dear.” 

Then she looked down at the beginnings of the dress on Y/N’s body that the seamstresses had begun.

“As for the dress, Eris wishes to spoil you with finery and I can’t argue with his intentions,” Leonora teased with a smirk. 

But her expression sobered. “However, I know neither he nor anyone else will fault you for avoiding such a celebration. So much has been thrust upon you, and in so little time. You must do what is best for you.” 

Y/N frowned and looked down at herself. “I will let them finish the dress – if only to please everyone. I would feel bad for throwing away all their hard work they’ve already done.”

Leonora nodded. “I think that is a wonderful idea.” 

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In the following weeks, the Forest House was bustling with activity. 

Apparently, the coronation included inviting every High Lord and Lady of of Prythian. 

Which meant the servants and cooks were frantic with preparations. Lucien had explained to her that the staff saw this as an opportunity to show why Autumn Court should be considered the best of Prythian. With a new High Lord came a new chance to prove that Autumn Court could change for the better and they were not to be overlooked. 

Therefore, Y/N tried to stay out of everyone’s way. She either hid in the library, continuing her personal research or she was in her workshop, keeping herself busy with spells and potions. 

However, on the day of the coronation, she stayed hidden in her bedchambers, scared that leaving would only bring attention to the fact that she would not be attending the festivities. 

Maids and seamstresses had knocked on her door early in the morning. But Y/N simply ignored them, not wanting to see the looks of disappointment when she told them she would not be going to the coronation. 

Y/N tried to distract herself by the fire, sitting on a chaise lounge with a romance novel in hand when more aggressive knocking came at the door. 

She planned on ignoring it again, but then she recognized the group of voices on the other side. 

“Y/N, if you do not open the door, we will break it down!” Nesta threatened loudly. 

She jumped up and hurried to the door to whip it open. 

On the other side, were her three Valkyrie sisters: Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie. 

Not only that, but they clearly dressed and done up for the coronation.

Nesta wore a simple black, velvet dress. But it was not simple in the way that it fit her body like a glove and edged toward risqué. Y/N had always appreciated how Night Court attire never strayed from being seductive and showing skin. Gwyn wore a more elegant black dress, which made Y/N wonder if Nesta was using her mate’s money to buy her friends luxurious gowns. Emerie wore leathers, that could have been a warrior’s uniform, over pants. Though less feminine, they were still formal and lavish in their own way.

When the Illyrian saw Y/N eyeing her outfit, she shrugged. “I was never really one for gowns…”

“You all look beautiful,” Y/N muttered. “B-But w-what are you doing here?” Y/N gasped in shock. 

“We’re here for you, obviously!” Gwyn urged and pulled Y/N into a warm hug. 

“Eris invited us,” Emerie confirmed with a smile, also walking into her rooms. 

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Nesta asked, looking Y/N up and down as she closed the door behind them. 

Y/N frowned. “I…I am not going.” Her eyes stayed down, scared to see their reactions to such a confession. 

But, without hesitation, Gwyn announced, “Then we will stay in here and drink ourselves silly!” 

Y/N’s jaw dropped at how unfazed her friends were. “B-But you will miss the festivities. And you all look so lovely.” 

Nesta rolled her eyes. “This will not be our last opportunity to dress up. We would much rather hang out with you than all the stuffy High Lords and their nobles.” 

Then Emerie nudged Nesta. “But we must still tell her our plan.” 

“Plan?” Y/N questioned, eyes scanning all of them. 

“Helion Spell-Cleaver will be in attendance!” Gwyn squealed. 

Y/N’s brow furrowed, immediately thinking of Leonora and Lucien. She wondered if the Lady of Autumn would ever reveal to her past lover and her youngest son of the secret relation. Or if Leonora would ever follow her heart and return to Helion. 

“Yes, all of the High Lord’s have been invited…” Y/N muttered, not understanding their clear excitement. 

“Helion is the sole owner of the last of the pegasuses,” Emerie explained. 

Nesta rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “And he makes sure to remind everyone of it, using them as his transport to any event he possibly can.” 

Y/N’s amusement dropped for concern. “Please, please, please tell me you do not plan on stealing Helion’s pegasuses.” 

“Don’t be silly,” Gwyn brushed off. “However, we do plan on sneaking into their enclosure to give them some pets.” 

“And perhaps seducing Helion into giving us one or two…” Nesta added while looking at her nails. Y/N gaped at her. “What? He’s already propositioned me to join an orgy once when I visited Day Court.”

“Yes, before you accepted Cassian as your mate!” Emerie pointed out. 

Nesta quirked a brow. “Who said Cassian would not be participating?”

“Those smutty books of yours have given you too many ideas,” Y/N laughed. 

“More like inspiration,” Nesta corrected. “And inspiration that my mate is very enthusiastic about trying.” Then she pointed to the book Y/N had been reading when they arrived and quirked a brow. "Do not pretend you are above them."

“OK. Enough about your bedroom habits!” Gwyn interrupted. Then she turned her attention to Y/N. “Are you in or are you out?” 

The witch smiled. “Of course I’m in.” 

Minutes later, they were sneaking around the Forest House, Y/N led them toward where she assumed any guests horses would be quartered for the night.

But before they could reach it, a gust of wind wrapped around the females. 

“He…needs…you,” The wind whispered to Y/N. “Go…to…him. He cannot…do this…without you.” 

Y/N froze in the hallway. 

“What? What is it?” Emerie asked. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered. “Eris needs me. I will catch up to you later.”

“Oh, for Cauldron’s sake!” Gwyn cried. “As if we would make you go alone.”

“She’s right,” Nesta added. “Someone needs to do your hair and makeup.” 

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Eris swore his back had a metal pole along his spine with out tense and stiff his posture was. He knew his expressions were cold and unwelcoming. But he was in a room with too many people he had yet to decipher friend or foe. The nobles of Autumn Court smiled at him, but most only wanted good favor with the new High Lord. And for those that weren’t smiling, there were plenty that looked at him with fear or uneasiness, trying to gauge if he was just as bad as Beron. 

His mother kept giving him tense, but encouraging smiles every time he spotted her in the crowded hall. 

When to use his mask and when to reveal his true self, Eris did not know. 

It was easier when Y/N was by his side. She eased him, reminded him of who he truly was. The mask never felt needed when her scent surrounded him. 

But his mate was not here, nor was she coming. 

And Eris couldn’t blame her. These events of politics and groveling were conniving at their best and boring at their worst. If he could skip it too, he would have. But that was no way to officially take over the throne of a broken court that needed mending. 

Eris once again caught sight of a group of courtier daughters. They whispered and giggled at him, hardly even bothering to subdue their staring. And it hadn’t gone unnoticed how they seemed to edge closer and closer as the night went on. 

Yes, Eris was handsome and powerful. Female attention was not something he was unaccustomed to. But he knew what those females were truly after were the wealth and power being married to a High Lord would bring. It didn’t matter that everyone knew of his mortal witch mate. They wanted him for themselves regardless. 

His attire did nothing to help him blend in to the crowd. New, custom armor glinted against the thousands of candles and faelight surrounding them. And the blood red cloak stood out – even in Autumn Court.

Eris threw back the rest of his faerie wine, hoping he could get drunk enough to keep his wits about him, while also making the evening go by faster. 

“Another?” A male voice offered from over his shoulder. 

Eris turned to see Rhysand handing him another full glass, Feyre glued to his side with a knowing smirk. 

“I promise I did not poison it,” Rhysand added.  

“At this point, you would be doing me a favor,” Eris grumbled, taking a sip immediately. 

Rhysand smirked. “Already over being High Lord, Eris?”

“I became High Lord to make my Court a better place, not to rub shoulders with nobles and courtiers who wish to use me to gain favor…”

“And I’m sure being away from Y/N is only making your mood more sour,” Feyre muttered more teasingly. 

“She may do what pleases her. I’m sure her Valkyries have found her by now and are keeping her company.” 

“Are you quite sure about that…” Feyre asked as she looked behind Eris. 

The High Lord of Autumn Court quickly turned to follow her gaze. 

At the entrance of the great hall stood Y/N. 

Eris felt the invisible string attached to his heart go taut. A feeling Y/N had not experienced, and probably never would. 

Despite her entrance not being formally announced, many had gone quiet and began to stare. 

Someone had pulled Y/N’s hair up and done her makeup. Though Eris found her beautiful regardless, the level of glamour around her made her magnetic. 

Meanwhile, Y/N held her head high as she slowly, yet confidently, walked further into the room. She was doing a good job of ignoring the scrutiny, but Eris could tell that she was more than aware of the staring. 

Her dress fit her perfectly. And while most attendees wore green and the rustic browns of the court, Y/N had not strayed away from vibrant red, almost looking as if she were glowing like fire itself. Eris realized it matched with his own cloak. There were strips of black in her gown that felt like a call out to her short time in Night Court, where she had already gained respect and acceptance.

Eris wanted to go to her immediately. But he had to hold himself back. There was a reason she was late and walked in alone, instead of on his arm. It was clear that she worried about making his court believe she had accepted the mating bond. 

But if Eris had his way, he’d use his magic to shove everyone out of the path from Y/N to him. He’d stop any conversation he was having – no matter how rude or undiplomatic it was – to give her his full attention and affection. 

“Will you not go to her?” Feyre asked, concern obvious in her tone. 

Y/N’s friends of the Night Court were unaware of the the change in her relationship with the High Lord of Autumn. They did not realize how far the two had come, how much had changed. Everything was so much more complicated than how it had begun: a male desperately hiding his mate in a court that was not his. 

–🍁–

Y/N felt the eyes on her. She wondered if all of them were judgment or if there was also just innocent curiosity. 

She wished she’d forced the Valkyries to drink heavily with her before leaving her bedchambers, because being sober for this felt like a cruel torture. 

The three of them convinced Y/N that she needed to walk in without them. That she needed to walk in confident and independent.

But Y/N underestimated how many stares she'd receive in return.

So, she decided to straight line to where refreshments were being served. Feyre had once warned her away from fae wine, for it is far too strong for mortals to consume in the same manner as fae.

But right now, Y/N didn’t care. 

Of course she couldn’t make it there without overhearing a group of females. Whether they had noticed her arrival, she had yet to discern. 

“Now that his dreadful father is dead, I wonder where the High Lord will find his…entertainment,” one female said somewhat quietly. 

Another chimed in with, “I once heard he would only bed harlots at pleasure halls in other Courts, in fear that Beron would kill any female who could sire a child from him.” 

“But now he has a mate. Surely that means any and all of our efforts will be wasted,” a third female added. 

“Oh, please.” The first female scoffed. Y/N didn’t have to look at her to know that she was rolling her eyes. “She is not even a fae. Truly, how long do you believe we will have to stay away before her mortal life ends?” 

This is a terrible mistake, Y/N thought. She should have never shown her face here. This was exactly what she had been wanting to avoid. 

Obviously Eris was a desired male – High Lord or not. And who was she to get in the way of him finding a suitor that was of his Court, of his own kind? 

But, suddenly, the females stopped talking abruptly. 

Had they finally noticed Y/N’s presence? Did they even care enough to make sure she didn’t overhear such things? 

“High Lord Eris,” the first one greeted overly sweet. “How lovely of you to join us.” 

Y/N whipped around to find Eris’ eyes already locked to hers as he stood a few feet away from her. 

He ignored the female High Fae entirely, not even glancing in her direction. 

Y/N didn’t know how to address him in such a setting. She looked around before starting to lower her head into a bow. 

You do not bow to anyone, Rhysand’s voice suddenly snuck into her head. 

With her dress and fanciful jewelry, Y/N had removed her protective amulet that stopped any daemati from entering her mind. That meant the High Lord and Lady of Night Court were free to speak to her mind freely.

Ignore them, Rhysand added. He has been waiting for you all night. 

Eris didn’t greet Y/N verbally. Because nothing would’ve felt right. 

But his eyes said everything. 

And slowly he offered her his hand. 

Y/N’s chest heaved as she put her glass down before stepping forward and lightly placing her hand in his grip. 

Without breaking eye contact, Eris lowered his mouth and kissed it. 

Without hesitating, he pulled Y/N to him and tucked her hand under his arm so it gripped his bicep. Then he placed his other hand over it, securing her further to his side. 

Without asking for direction, Y/N quietly followed him as he guided them to the center of the room. 

There was suddenly a female gasp from behind them. Eris didn’t turn, but Y/N looked over her shoulder to see that the first female from the group was covered in red wine. So much so that it was dripping off of her fine gown.

And there was Nesta… holding an empty glass with a smug, but melodramatically innocent look. Gwyn and Emerie were trying to hide their amusement.

"My mistake," Nesta gasped deviously.

Y/N didn’t know when her friends had joined her, but clearly it was early enough that they had caught the dreadful things those females had been saying about her and her mate with their fae hearing. 

Then there was a screech of fear and a soft growl. 

She looked down to see that her new little pet fox, Ronan, was nipping and growling at the group of rude females. How he escaped from her bedchambers was beyond her. But clearly he didn’t like being away from her. 

Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at the sight. 

Then she whistled softly and Ronan’s head snapped in her direction. He didn’t need another command, so he floppily ran to her and Eris, trotting along beside them. 

When she turned forward again, Y/N realized Eris was leading them to the throne. 

And with the wave of his hand, Eris pushed his throne over a foot and a second one appeared magically beside it. 

Y/N’s head whipped to him, wanting to ask him what in the Cauldron he was doing. 

But then she realized he was making a statement. There were some who would question her and her relationship with their new High Lord. But Eris was announcing to everyone that she was to be treated and respected as their High Lady, whether she accepted his bond or not. 

“Eris,” she whispered in a hiss. 

Her anxiety was skyrocketing at the statement he was about to make. 

But he ignored her subtle plea, and instead just said, “Head high, little witch.” 

He guided her carefully up the steps that led to the throne and waited for her to sit before he took his own. 

The room quieted and turned their attention to Eris. 

Y/N controlled her expressions, but her heart was racing from confusion of what she was meant to do. 

They will crown him now, Rhysand’s voice entered Y/N’s mind again. He wants you at his side, therefore you belong there. Act like you know it. 

Y/N found both Rhysand and Feyre in the crowd, which was fairly easy since they were the only people wearing black in a sea of mostly Autumn Colors – except for the other High Lords that were in attendance. 

The couple gave her encouraging grins. Then she found Cassian, Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie standing next to them, doing the same. 

Cassian gave her a proud and beaming smile. 

Y/N listened as one of Eris’ advisors started speaking the ritual of crowning the newest High Lord. 

It was shorter than she expected. Though she struggled with paying attention, too focused on maintaining her posture and composure while being put on the same display as Eris. 

Then the advisor was standing behind Eris, slowly lowering a rustic golden crown atop his head. It was in the shape of fallen leaves, with subtle hints of autumn red and green in the detailing. 

As soon as it settled on his head, Eris turned to Y/N with his hand outstretched to her. 

Without hesitation, she took it.

Together they stood. 

The room immediately lowered into a bow – except for the other High Lords, who only subtly bowed their head in respect. 

Y/N found Leonora’s gaze amongst them and she had a proud smile on her lips, but it was not only directed at her son. 

Eris helped Y/N sit once again. 

People started moving closer toward the throne. 

Y/N realized the courtiers and lords were swearing their allegiance now. 

A male high fae stepped forward first, bowing his strawberry blonde head deeply. 

“Lord Foley,” Eris greeted indifferently. 

The male bowed his head again and then turned his gaze to Y/N, opening his mouth to formally introduce himself to her. 

“You are Eoghan Foley?” Y/N asked him before he could speak. 

The males eyes widened in surprise. 

“You own the majority of farms in the south east territory, correct?”

The male looked even more surprised. 

Eris smirked at his mate, deciding to let her speak while he watched. 

“You are known for paying your farmers the most, even when Beron underpaid you in an attempt to raise competition amongst other lords.” 

Eoghan bowed his head. “My workers deserve a fair wage, Lady Y/N. When treated with respect they are more inclined to stay and there is less loss.” 

Y/N then turned to Eris, having a silent conversation with their eyes. 

“And for that, you shall be rewarded,” Eris’ voice came out strong and confident. And the entire room could clearly hear it. His gaze moved about the room. “The days of exploitation are over. Those of Autumn Court deserve to be paid for their work. Such competition only turns us against each other.” His eyes moved back to the lord. “A bonus will be delivered to you before nightfall tomorrow, Lord Foley.” 

The male looked taken aback at such a decision. He half-expected to find that Eris was no better than his tyrant father. But he was instantly proven wrong. 

“T-Thank you High Lord Eris,” he said with another bow. Then he looked up at Y/N before turning his gaze to the floor. “And to you, Lady Y/N. Our people are already indebted to you for bringing Autumn Court back into the light.”

“I hear your wife is a talented sculptor, Lord Foley.” Y/N noted with kindness in her eyes. “I hope to see her work for myself someday.” 

“Any time you wish, Lady Y/N.” 

“Enough business and politics for tonight,” Eris announced once Lord Foley had moved back into the crowd. 

Then he eyed the other High Lords who were in attendance. All of them had been studying him and his interactions carefully. “Otherwise, we shall be spilling Autumn’s secrets to our guests who have their own Courts to govern.” 

His courtiers laughed lightly at his joke. 

With the swipe of Eris’ hand, the lighting in the room darkened to a moodier setting. And the symphony took their signal to begin playing music. 

The guests started coupling up to dance. 

Once again, Eris stood and offered Y/N his hand. 

She took it, but moved close to his side so she could whisper, “I do not know these formal dances.” 

Eris squeezed her hand tightly. “Trust me,” he simply whispered back.

When they entered the center of the dance floor, Eris pulled them into the proper stance. “I will lead. Just relax and do not overthink it.” 

And Y/N did just that. 

Either the steps were not as complicated as she had presumed or Eris was good dance partner. But they swayed across the floor. And despite hundreds of eyes watching them, the room disappeared around them, and it was just them. 

“Thank you for saving me,” Eris whispered in her ear as he pulled her even closer. 

Y/N knew this closeness was more immoral and informal, but she needed it. And if it was improper, Eris didn’t seem to care one bit. 

“I hardly did anything,” Y/N admitted softly. 

“You did more than you could ever understand,” he countered quickly. “You continue to be my savior, Y/N.”

“I didn’t want you to be alone,” Y/N confessed softly. Her lips quirked as she added, “The worst loneliness is felt while surrounded by others.” Repeating her past statement from the night he had confessed how lonely he'd once been in this court.

Eris stopped abruptly, pulling their dance to a halt.

His eyes slowly went from her eyes to her lips. 

Y/N knew he wanted to kiss her. She could feel it. And she would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t want him to, as well.

Eris was calculating how safe it was to show such affection to his mate so publicly. Another voice in his head was telling him he should to whatever he damn well pleased. 

A deep voice cleared their throat behind her. 

They turned to see Cassian standing with his hands clasped behind his back. 

He gave a polite bow to them. “I was hoping to share a dance with my favorite witch.” 

Y/N smiled at his playfulness. But she also saw the hidden message in his gaze. Her friend was trying to save her if she so wanted it. 

She turned back to Eris, half expecting him to be giving the Illyrian a death glare. But the High Lord only nodded, and slowly removed Y/N from his grasp. 

“She has much to share with her friends,” Eris offered him.

“Shall we?” Cassian asked her with his hand offered. 

The Illyrian's dancing just further proved how skilled Eris was. But Y/N didn't mind Cassian's clumsy feet.

“I am the only witch you know,” she glared playfully at him. 

“Yes, but if I were to ever meet any more, you would still be my favorite.” He spun her sloppily, ignoring the steps everyone else was following. 

He lowered his voice as he said, “I only wanted to offer you an escape. It seems tensions are high between the two of you…” 

“Thank you,” Y/N told him with a frown. “I fear I am lost.” 

His brow furrowed as he turned them. “How so?” 

Her eyes surprisingly welled with tears. “Cassian…I-I-I love him.”

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I know it took me a long time to update. But I worked really hard on this. And I loved putting together everyone's outfits. 🥹

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[hotgirlgraps]

heart to heart

a/n: this is just a short little fic about slow dancing in the kitchen. i’m working on gaining my inspo and motivation to write like i used to. thanks for being patient with me🫶🏼

The silence between the two of you was undeniably unsettling. You were washing dishes to distract yourself from the uncomfortable tensions, but the clinks of the plates sounded shrilling in that otherwise quiet kitchen.

It was as if you were in the same room, yet worlds apart. In each other’s reach, but somehow still too far to touch.

It had been this way for a while. Your lives didn’t mesh as easily as they did in the beginning. You’re both busier, he’s always traveling, you’re always at work, and it was clear to see that it was taking a toll you both.

You heard him sigh at the table. If you turned around, he’d be watching you. There’s things you both want to say but neither of you want to run the risk of another explosive fight.

The last plate was washed and you turned off the water, only then realizing how heavy that silence felt. You kept your eyes on the empty sink just so you wouldn’t have to turn around and look at him, but you could still feel his stare burning a hole through you.

Then, you heard the legs of the chair slide on the floor, and that previously silent kitchen had the melody of a song you didn’t recognize softly playing through it.

Tyler’s hand gently grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him. You saw the absolute exhaustion in his low eyes. The look of defeat crossing every inch of his face. You were both depleted, all the fighting finally catching up to you.

You shot him a look, as if you wanted to resist his attempt to pull you into his chest, but you knew you weren’t strong enough to fight it.

The second your head rested against his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you, all the previous anger that had been eating away at you completely disintegrated.

All that was left, was longing for that exact moment. How long you’ve missed being wrapped up in his arms, the scent of his cologne and the safe feeling you got when he held you.

You missed it more than you realized until you finally had it back. Once there was no more fight left in either of you, the first thing you wanted was his touch, and the first thing he gave you was just that.

You felt his finger cup underneath your chin, raising your head to look into his eyes. The previous stoic expression that he perfected so well was much softer now. His eyes were a little brighter, filled with some hope for the first time in weeks.

You both started swaying to the music, a song you were trying to zone in on so that you could remember it as the one that might end up being your song.

He gave you the slightest smile, and you returned one for the first time in a while. He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss to it, before he held it over his heart.

“I know things are kind of rocky right now, but no matter how hard this gets, I still want to do whatever it takes to make this work.” He whispers.

You nodded, swaying slowly as his words played on repeat in your mind.

“As long as you promise to always dance with me, I think we’ll be fine.” you smirked, and one of his own followed immediately after, along with a chuckle filled with relief. All the tensions finally easing.

“You have my word.” He says before he raises your hand and spins you, then pulls you back into his chest.

You both broke out into silly smiles, still swaying in the middle of the kitchen. His hand left your hip to cup your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb over your skin.

“I love you, no matter what.” He says, before his lips land softly on yours. The first kiss in way too long, and something about it felt like the very first time.

You got lost with each other. The song was far over by the time you finally managed to pull apart. Once again, the kitchen was silent, but you were still swaying, you didn’t want that moment to end.

“Play it again.” You smiled, and he leaned over to tap his phone lying on the counter. The song started again, and his hands found your waist once more.

You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and rested your head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart coupling with the soft tune humming through the speakers.

You felt his arms tighten around you, lips placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, and from then on, the two of you danced to that same song on repeat until the sun started peeking through the curtains.

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[whoreanghae]

water ; joshua hong

genre - protective shua, fake dating kinda?

word count - 1.1k

disclaimers - mentions of alcohol / being drunk, unwanted attention, lowercase on purpose, no proofreading, fic under the cut

a/n - just a short fic, nothing special just shua being very protective :) been finding it hard to get motivation to write lately so this is just something from the back of my brain. enjoy!!

“next rounds on you, jeonghan! i can hear my bank account crying from my pocket!!”

going out with the guys after an especially long string of promotions was the perfect way to blow off steam. they always chose the best, fanciest bars to occupy. plus, there was an added bonus that if coups gets drunk enough, you can convince him that he agreed to pay for the next round of shots.

after having a couple drinks that were definitely stronger than you anticipated, it was time for you to make your way to the restrooms. minghao stabilized you as you stood up and less than gracefully made your way to the other side of the room. when you got into the restroom, you stood and looked in the mirror. as the room spun around you, you realized that maybe your limit has diminished as you’d gotten older. you do your thing and head back out, making a stop at the bar first to get yourself a glass of water. at least drunk you was still capable of making somewhat rational decisions.

as you stood at the bar, you half fell over but caught yourself on the counter. a man walked around you, hooking his arm around your waist and holding you up. you didnt think twice, assuming it was one of the guys just helping you out. but, as you looked towards the table they were all sitting around, the only empty seat was your own. now you’re filled with confusion and discomfort. you try to pull yourself away but the man tightens his grip on your side. 

“now now, we both know you’re not as stable as you think you are.”

you try to make your voice as stable as possible as you make an attempt at pushing him away or getting someones attention, whichever you can manage first.

“im fine, please let me go.”

the man leans closer until you hear a voice from his opposite side whichs makes his arms tense, but slightly release you at the same time.

“babe, everything ok?”

joshua?

“not really..”

joshua steps closer to the man who has now completely let go of your waist. he lowers his tone and his voice becomes raspy and powerful as he speaks.

“i don’t want to sound like a douche or anything, but i can have you kicked out of here faster than you could leave on your own accord. so i would suggest that you make a decision before i have to.”

the man mutters apologies to shua as he steps back and hurriedly leaves the bar. at this point, you are completely depending on the counter to hold you up. shua puts a (much more welcoming) arm around you, making you feel secure. you lean into him with your head on his shoulder as the bartender comes over and shua asks him for a glass of water. the bartender hands him the glass as the two of you make your way back to the table. the guys shift down so you can take the seat next to joshua, and you sink into his side as he feeds you the glass of water.

at this point your night had been ruined, and the guys noticed that too. shua offers to take you home which you gladly accept. you both say goodbye to everyone as you head outside and find a bench to sit on while you wait for your taxi to show up. you babble into shua’s shoulder as he scrolls on his phone.

“thank you, shua.”

“hm?”

he put his phone in his pocket as he turns his full attention to you.

“thank you for getting that man to go away.”

“i knew you were uncomfortable, i just did what anyone else shouldve done.”

“but this is better.. cuz its you…” 

shua chuckles as he rubs your arm, making you snuggle further into his side. when the taxi comes, joshua practically carries you to the car. you settle in and he makes quiet small talk with the driver as you slowly fall asleep on his shoulder.

when you get to your apartment, you pass shua your keys and rub your eyes while he unlocks the door and ushers you inside. he picks out your pajamas as you sit on your bed, watching his every move. he passes you your clothes as he leaves the room to let you get dressed.

you call out for him to come back in when youre in your pajamas, and he passes you another glass of water. you groan but he laughs as you take the glass anyways. he grabs your makeup remover wipes from your bathroom and sits on your bed next to you, lifting your legs and moving you to face him. his hands are warm.

when you’re all ready for bed, you crawl under the covers and watch as he puts everything back in its place. he makes everything look beautiful, elegant. even the simplest of motions are incredible when it’s shua. he pulls out his phone to book another cab to his place, but you sit up half way in your bed.

“shu?”

“yeah?”

“maybe it’d be cheaper if you didn’t get a taxi tonight and i could take you home tomorrow?”

“are you suggesting i stay here tonight?”

you give him a pleading smile as you pull back the covers and he playfully rolls his eyes. most of the guys have left miscellaneous clothes items at your house from other occasions, so he digs through the drawer and finds some pajamas to change into. when he comes back into the room, you watch him again. beautiful. thats the only word to describe him.

he slides into the covers and smiles at you as he leans over you and turns off the lamp on your bedside table. the night fades away, as you both fall asleep after mumbled ‘goodnight’s into the dark. 

when you wake up, the bed is empty. you stumble out of bed, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in the right side of your head. the smell of breakfast enters your nose, as you get to the kitchen and see shua cooking at the stove. you walk to him and rest your cheek on his back. 

“good morning, party animal.”

his eyes are fond as he gestures to the counter behind the two of you, where he has two ibuprofen and a glass of water sitting out, ready for you. 

“another glass of water, ive never been so hydrated in my life.”

shua laughs.

“thats not a bad thing, is it?”

he walks towards you and looks into your eyes as you drink all the water and lay the glass down with a smile.

“no, not at all.”

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[lauptimist]

Your hair is really soft after you wash it - Percabeth

a/n- this is the first chapter of my fluff one-shots series on ao3. I hope you enjoy it! pls like, comment and reblog. It motivates me so much. Also make sure you send me requests. I've had a few so far but it may take me little while to get them out. I'm hoping chapter 3 of this series will be out soon. :)

Percy didn’t quite know how he got here, lying next to Annabeth on her bed in Cabin 6. You’d think it was romantic, at least, that's what all her brothers and sisters thought when she led him in here with a firm grip on his wrist. But in truth Percy was pretty sure that this was the most uncomfortable experience he had ever had. He was as stiff as a board, not even letting the tip of his finger come within 5 inches of Annabeth in fear that she would kick him out. 

Even still there was no way that he would want to be anywhere else, even just being in her presence made him feel good. 

Percy wasn't sure what it was about her exactly that pulled him in so much but it could have something to do with the fact that he knew that whatever happened, she would always be on his side. And with the subtle hints that she had dropped to him he was pretty sure she felt the same way. Percy had always been someone who wouldn't dream of hurting or betraying his friends, no matter the situation. He knew he had proved that on their quest, with the arch and the golden throne being just a couple of examples. He had also noticed that Annabeth had been distancing herself from other people at camp, at this point Percy was pretty much the only person she spent time with and he was almost certain that it had quite a lot to do with Luke.

Saying that Lukes betrayal had hit Annabeth hard would be an understatement, she had barely left her cabin for the first three days, only emerging for meals and mandatory meetings and she almost always showed up with red rims around her eyes. 

Percy was worried to say the least but he didn’t know how to help her when she was so desperate not to talk to anyone. He might not be the best when it came to emotions (that was more Grover’s forte) but one thing Percy did know was that the worst thing you can do is bottle it up. He knew Annabeth was struggling and he was ready to barge in and force her to talk to him until one day she just showed up at his cabin. He was slightly astounded for a moment and she seemed almost shy which was the last thing he ever expected her to be, but she just asked if she could come in and when Percy finally managed to stutter out a yes she just sat down on one of the empty bunks pulled a book out of her bag and started reading.

Percy was slightly confused for a while before he decided to just carry on with the drawing he’d been doing in his sketchbook. He wasn’t a particularly good artist but he had always enjoyed drawing as it helped him to make sense of the things happening around him. And so it became somewhat of a routine for them. Her reading a book (usually a different one everyday) and him sketching some mythical creature they had encountered (although a lot of his recent sketches had been of the owls he often saw in the woods). Until this lunchtime when Annabeth had come over to his table, ignoring the reprimanding glances she was receiving from Chiron, and asked if he could meet her in her cabin later. 

Being the seaweed brained idiot that she always knew him as, he had not thought to go and get his sketchbook before he went and so now he was just lying there awkwardly as unlike his cabin all of the bunks in the Athena cabin were full and so they had to share Annabeths. Working up the courage he asked her,

“Annabeth, why are we in your cabin instead of mine?”

She turned and looked at him,

“Did I not tell you?” She seemed surprised

“Um-no. Unless I forgot which is very possible and in which case I apologise as-” he was rambling now.

Annabeth simply let out a small laugh that for some reason made his cheeks feel hot,

“It's fine Seaweed Brain, I’m pretty sure I forgot to tell you anyway. I asked Chiron if he had a monster proof TV, which he doesn’t but he did give me this Laptop instead which apparently has something called Disney+ on it. Im not entirely sure what that is but i assumed you would know so…” She stopped talking, noticing the astounded look on his face. 

“O-oh i’m sorry if you don’t want to, it's just that you said we could watch a movie after the quest was over and i thought now would be  good time…”

“No no no, Its amazing Annabeth! I guess i was just surprised you remembered, i mean it was a while ago.” Percy hurried to reassure her.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been looking forward to this since you first mentioned it back in Waterland.” Percy was smiling softly at her, an emotion in his eyes that Annabeth couldn’t recognise.

“Well then Wise Girl, what film do you feel like watching?” Percy’s face lit up in anticipation.

“Oh wait, do you mind if i have a shower before we start? My hair is kinda greasy and I won't have time for one tomorrow.” Annabeth suddenly remembered.

“Of course, don’t be too long though. I might watch something without you.” Annabeth let out a small chuckle at his teasing tone.

“Sure Seaweed Brain, 10 minutes. Max” She tapped his nose on her way to the bathroom, an action that brought a dark flush to Percy’s cheeks that he hoped Annabeth hadn’t seen. 

Annabeth was true to her word and emerged from the bathroom exactly 8 minutes later with her hair half dried with a towel. She took a few seconds to tug a brush through it before joining Percy on the bed again. They were alone in the cabin now, her siblings had gone down to the campfire. Truthfully she hoped they would stay there until the movie they watched was finished, call her selfish but all she had wanted for a good week now was some alone time with Percy to watch a movie. Technically they were breaking the rule of a male and female camper being alone in a cabin together but she figured Chiron wouldn’t mind considering the highly dangerous quest to stop a war that they had just been on.

“I’ll ask you again, what movie do you feel like watching?” Percy brought her back to earth with a smile.

“I don’t know any so i guess we could just watch your favourite.” 

“Yessssss. Okay so my favourite movie is called Finding Nemo and it is the best film in the world. It's about this fish that gets lost and his dad and his friend have to go and find him.” Annabeth smiled as he typed it into the search box, of course such a stupid sounding movie would be his favourite.

1 hour and 40 minutes later Annabeth had officially watched her very first movie and she had thoroughly enjoyed it. Whilst she was right in saying that it was a bit stupid she found herself laughing more than she ever had before, although to be fair most of the things she was laughing at were Percy’s stupid comments. By the end they were both pretty tired and almost falling asleep. Still Annabeth didn’t want him to leave and she was almost certain that a similar thought was running through his mind. 

They stayed like that, in comfortable silence for another half an hour, curled up together, his arm around her shoulder, his hand playing with her hair. Annabeth was embarrassed as her hair was tangled from the way it had dried whilst she was lying down. However it was evident that Percy didn’t care as the next words from his lips were,

“Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

Looking back Annabeth thought that might be the moment she realised that her little crush might not be so little after all.

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until my lips turn blue — jeon wonwoo

a/n: thank you to @etherealyoungk for inspiring the confidence and motivation i needed for this! and thank u to @pusoatbuwan for being the best thank u bestie :) i hope you all like it !!

word count: 6.8k

content: fem!reader, mafia au, non idol au, mafia boss!reader, hacker!wonwoo, seungcheol is a bit of a dick i’m so sorry this is not representative of him irl, bestie mingyu, random monsta x kihyun cameo bc i needed a random idol lol, angst, mentions of food, murder, weapons, and drugs to varying degrees.

summary: to thank you for your gracious efforts in tracking down an attacker, seventeen offers to repay your favor. you ask for a date with the cute one with glasses.

“so,” you say, gazing at the fresh scar on seungcheol’s cheek. it hasn’t had a chance or any time to fade yet and you can tell by the fire in the eyes of his men that this was recent, “what happened?”

it’s hard to remember how you exactly got wrapped up in this mess. seungcheol ‘invited’ you over to discuss a certain issue, something vague like ‘internal matters’, but it felt off from the get-go. something was wrong.

and, clearly, you can tell something is wrong now.

he heaves out a sigh, letting his head fall into his hands before pushing his hair out of his face, “i don’t even know,” he says, “all i know is that my underboss in currently in the hospital, lying to every single medical personnel about why he has stab wounds on his thigh.”

your eyes wander around the room and they find a picture of seungcheol with another person, smiling like they were friends. you’d learn later that was him. yoon jeonghan. the underboss.

there’s 11 other people in this room besides you and seungcheol, which adds up in relation to your current knowledge of seventeen’s higher-ups. contrary to the name, there's 13 of them that are considered the most important to the seventeen organization, including their boss.

Seungcheol eyes burn into you, but you hold your ground, “well, that is unfortunate. i do send him my best regards, and i hope he recovers well and quickly, but i suppose…” you look around at all of the others, as if to calculate in your head the best move, “i don’t know what it is you want from me.”

“if i may be blunt,” he says as a proposition, but it’s more like a question. you nod, “i don’t know either,” he admits, “i don’t know what i expect you to be able to do, much less be willing to do. what i do know though, is that you have a reputation of being able to track people down like a hawk.”

you don’t acknowledge the compliment. he shifts, almost uncomfortably.

“all i am currently requesting is your assistance in finding the one who attacked us. should you help us, we will compensate you in whatever means you see fit,” he says almost desperately, you can’t see it in his face but you feel it, “i want revenge. i need your help to get it.”

“you’ll make sure i get something out of it?”

he sighs, “i’ll see to it that you get whatever you want out of this.”

“what do you know?” when you ask, one of the 11 other men steps up, handing a folder to you.

he doesn’t bother introducing himself, but you know of him. he’s incredibly well known for being able to gather information. he probably knows the street you grew up on and the color of your socks right now off the top of his head. his name is joshua, you remember. you’ve heard someone call his name before.

“these are stills from the security footages of the compound. this here—” he points to a spot on the first paper in the folder, “— is our guy. right here, he gets into a car. i ran the license plate, and it’s registered this individual here.” he points again, this time to a mugshot in the next page. there’s a list of charged and convicted crimes next to the picture, “but i don’t think they’re the same person. they have different builds.”

you agree, soon focusing on the name of the individual the car belonged to, “i know this man.”

seungcheol perks up at the good news, “you do? from where?”

“he’s the director of financial operations at a company an associate of mine owns. he’s very powerful, but he’s also had accusations of corruption and funding violence for years,” you say, “he responds to me directly, actually. it shouldn’t be too hard to get the info out of him.”

“well then,” seunghcheol says, “my men will assist you in any way required for the operation. feel free to ask for their assistance,” and with that, he leaves the conference room.

“is there anything required of any of us for you to investigate, miss?” one of them says after a moment. he’s tall, has too pretty a face for this kind of business. he kinda looks like a puppy.

“no, i should be able to go from here,” you make eye contact with another one. he’s wearing glasses, the thin frames complimenting his face well. he doesn’t acknowledge you more than just the brief eye contact, looking away as soon as it happens, “i’ll call the director now.”

“go right ahead,” joshua says, and you pull your phone out and call him, putting it on speaker.

the phone rings several times. there’s an unplaced tension in the room, and you’re not sure who exactly here is bubbling with anger, but you reconcile it with the fact that these are not just associates. they’re friends. and their buddy is in the hospital.

right before the last ring ends before it’ll stop trying, he picks up.

“hello?” he says.

“director lee, hello, thank you for taking my call,” you say, feeling eyes on you from all over the room.

he responds, “ah yes, hello boss. it’s my pleasure. what can i do for you?”

“well, i was hoping you could inform me on something,” you say, relaxing more into the chair, “you see, i’ve been looking for an individual who was found driving your car last night in unknown territory. did you know about this?”

he pauses. you can tell it’s to come up with a lie on the spot, “no, in fact. i had just assumed my car was stolen. i was almost about to alert the police, but i’m sure you understand why i did not.”

“i understand, director. i need you to cooperate with me,” you say.

“yes, boss. what can I do for you?” he asks.

you take in a deep breath, saying, “for reasons i am unable to disclose, i believe this individual is after us. also, the most recent sighting of your car after it was found so far away is in our territory, at the diner down the street from headquarters,” you fake a pause to hopefully show some hesitancy. you were far too good at playing scared, “i am… nervous, director. this individual stole your car, could have obtained the weapons we keep near the peer, there’s no telling what they’re up to or who sent them.”

the all watch you make a dramatic voice as you play up any potential worries. that’s the only way he’ll talk.

“i understand, miss. may i speak openly?” his question makes them all look up, and you almost have to mute yourself to silence your victory.

“yes, director. tell me,” you say with a hidden smirk on your face.

he pauses, and you worry for a second that he’s going to chicken out, but he doesn’t, “i sent the individual. my car was never stolen.”

bingo.

you ask, “who is it?”

“i’ll send over the information after this call,” he says. there’s a smile on joshua’s face as you look up, both silently understanding the victory you just won, “i wanted to send a message to seventeen, but he must have been attacked because he sent me a voice recording shortly after coming into contact with one of the higher-ups. something about accidentally hurting one of them before he got a chance to say something.”

you ask, trying to prompt more out of him, “what were you trying to say to them?” you only ask because you know they’d want you to.

“i do not have the best relationship with their leader. the reason is unrelated to our purposes in our group. i apologize for stressing you, boss.”

you respond with a simple, “i see, thank you, director.”

“of course, miss, should i send you the information right away?” he asks.

“yes, as soon as possible. have a good day, director,” you say and hang up. you look up at them as your phone pings. you show the notification to joshua.

“that’s him,” he says, pulling out a still from his folder, matching them up side-by-side, “this is our guy.”

“i can find him, leave that to me,” you say, “as a favor to seventeen, i’ll take care of him. you will all owe me, though. both for that phone call and for getting my hands dirty.”

“don’t get cocky,” another one says. he’s short, but he’s got this energy that screams ‘fuck with me, i dare you’, “let me know when you get it done.” he hands you a piece of paper with a string of numbers on it. lee jihoon.

you smile, almost like a smirk, “okay.”

and out the room you go.

he’s dead by the morning. you tell jihoon, and get no response, he simply hangs up as soon as he gets the news.

—

the letter is addressed from all of seventeen, but based on the formality of word choice, none of them had a hand in writing it. it was probably written by some subordinate, but it gets a simple message across.

seventeen’s acknowledgement that you were owed a favor. the, in writing, paper that guaranteed you something in return. it felt like solid gold.

you spend some time thinking about what it is exactly that you would like from them. there’s not many limits. if you wanted someone dead, they’d have it done by sunset. if you want illegal weapons for your own plans, they would provide them easily. anything you want, they could do.

that was what was so nice about your relationship with seventeen: you may not get along as people, but you get along as business partners. there is no worry that you will be attacked in their headquarters, and vice versa.

but did you need illegal weapons? not really. your casino heist plans were being made smoothly, and there were not many materials you could have requested to make it any easier. you had access to everything you would need, and then some.

did you need anyone dead? not particularly right now. there’s nothing you need help with right now, aside from maybe needing help with throwing a surprise birthday party for your niece. that, though, was doable on its own.

and then, the idea dawns on you.

—

the letter you return back is, on the contrary, written by you. seungcheol knows it’s you, because he’s seen your handwriting. you state your pleasure with working with them. you thank them for their assistance, especially joshua’s, in finding the first piece of evidence.

the moment you are done with formalities, you don’t hesitate to describe, in extreme, excruciating detail, the favor you would like back from them.

‘a date with the cute one that wears glasses’

you ask for a date. you couldn’t remember his name at the time of writing, so you describe him as the ‘one with the glasses’. you describe exactly what you want: a fancy restaurant dinner, him dressed in a suit with styled hair away from his eyes and maybe some jewelry, definitely wearing his precious specs. you’d pay, he’d walk you to your car, and the second the door shut and you were being driven away, seventeen will have paid their favor back.

your letter even reads:

‘there are no ulterior motives. should the favor be paid back successfully, SEVENTEEN will not be bothered over this matter again. should the favor not be paid back in this way, an alternative favor will not be provided unless sufficient reason is given.”

seungcheol almost laughs when he sees the letter, as he’s the first to read it. he wonders if you’re even being serious. it’s probably the most ridiculous request he’s ever gotten, but he can’t come up with a single reason as to why you’d play a prank like this, so he comes to the conclusion that you’re most likely serious.

a copy of the letter is sent over to wonwoo, the one with the glasses, and he reads it probably fifty times. maybe fifty-one.

nothing has ever made him so embarrassed, that’s the issue. not a single mistake he’s ever made or being chastised for not being good enough at his job has had the same effect. he feels the way mingyu’s eyes bore into him, knowing that wonwoo told him all about how he thought you were pretty, and that if you weren’t 1) a boss and 2) literally terrifying to speak to, he’d be down bad.

he feels awkward and clumsy for sticking out, for being the one pushed into the spotlight. he doesn’t particularly want to be the center of attention, but here he is, in his boss’s office, surrounded by his closest associates. he feels weirdly small as he sinks into the chair.

“i know this is… unconventional, wonwoo,” seungcheol says to him, leaning against his desk, “but you need to do this. it’s only dinner and we can’t owe her for much longer.”

“i know,” he says.

seungcheol continues, “there isn’t much of a choice, as well, you know that right?”

wonwoo recognizes the fading scar on seungcheol’s cheek as seungcheol talks to him. he remembers the moment it happened.

this was more than just giving you what you wanted so you were even as groups, but about genuinely thanking you for such a deed. he remembers watching jeonghan get stabbed in the thigh to protect chan. he remembers all the blood, that horrified look on chan’s face. that guy must have known he was a dead man the second he hurt jeonghan, that could have been why he ran. seungcheol is protective of all of them, but especially him.

“i know, i’ll do it,” he says, “i’ll do whatever is required of me. you know that, boss.”

“i know you will, it’s just that…” seungcheol looks uneasy, shifting his eyes away, “i don’t want this to become a bigger thing. don’t develop feelings, don’t do anything to make her develop feelings. just don’t make this messy. and don’t make it my problem.”

“i won’t,” wonwoo is, even in the best case scenario, slightly overestimating himself. he knows that, yet he still lies (not exactly but that’s what it feels like) through his teeth, “this won't become a problem.”

“it better not, now go,” seungcheol orders, trying to make it sound harsh. it doesn’t, though, not to wonwoo. it sounds more like ‘don’t fuck this up for yourself’.

—

wonwoo reads your letter for the fifty-second time. this time, he’s closely checking your instructions on how you wanted him to dress. it’s a little bit weird, but he supposes you’re going somewhere fancy, and maybe he has to match.

he sighs dramatically, he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing.

why is he dressing up in a suit he never wears to come meet you, a literal mob boss that thought he was cute, at some restaurant he doesn’t even know exists, to have dinner with you and play along to make you happy but not enough for either of you to get too attached?

what does he even think he’s doing?

he has literally killed people before, but that was so much simpler than this. slicing someone’s throat is so much less complicated than picking out a tie to wear to your date. everything down to asking him to wear a little bit of gold jewelry— gold, not silver— was complicated. he doesn’t understand this at all.

he’s somewhat horrified that this will go wrong, but if he thinks about it as only ‘a pretty girl asked him on a date’ and forgets all the context, he can breathe slower.

He leaves the compound with mingyu to act as a body guard, and then to sit at the bar area during your date to be there in case something happened. mingyu had told him he had no plans of interrupting anything in case the date goes a little too well, but he did want to be there in case something worse happened and wonwoo wasn’t able to fight on his own.

mingyu enters before him, actually. wonwoo waits by the entrance, just as your letter requests, and he almost wonders for a second if this was all just an elaborate ploy of yours, something just to waste time as you’re comfortably doing whatever mob boss stuff you normally do.

that is until you’re in front of him, in the most stunning sapphire dress he’s ever seen in his life, and he sees why you requested a navy suit on him. you both match perfectly, and he can help but blush like a freaking anime girl when you walk in together. you’re so breathtaking, the kind that could kill.

you had made reservations apparently, and all he could do is watch and follow along cluelessly as you’re taken to the table, and you both sit down.

you take in a breath, and then really look into his eyes. you don’t say anything for a moment, so he tries to start.

“hey,” he says, a little bit breathless, “you look gorgeous, by the way.”

“oh, you don’t have to flatter me, dear. that’s not required of you,” you laugh, and god, it is so beautiful. he could faint right now.

he forgot, honestly, that he didn’t have to impress you. he berated himself for a second when he realizes that he complimented you of his own volition, because he wanted to. that was bad.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to act so nervous. i don’t have any intentions to hurt you,” you say, reaching out for his hand. his hand tremors really had to come at the worst times. your hand is so warm (and he’s such a cold person, he could get used to warm hands holding his cold ones), “is this where you start wondering why i asked you to come on date with me?”

“i’ve been wondering since i read the letter,” he responds. he’s fidgeting, nervous. you have such an intense stare that’s hard to match.

“i’m sure you have,” you say, “if i’m being honest, it didn’t feel like there was much i wanted to ask for. everything is alright— knock on wood— for the moment with me. and i,” you pause, and it catches his attention even more, “i wanted something like this. something normal.”

“i take it… mafia life isn’t really for you, huh?” he half-asks.

“i suppose it’s not too bad of a fit, actually. i think the heists and gambling and money-laundering isn’t too bad. that kind of stuff has been my whole life, so it’s kinda fun to me,” you say, “but it prevents you from living simply. there is no family, there’s no relationships, no house on the hill. i feel like i’m missing out on that aspect of life.”

“yeah, you’re right. i suppose it is sad,” he says. he’s not sure what else to say.

you just continue, “and i just… i wanted to experience something different tonight. maybe i shouldn’t have involved you in my attempt to feel that, or at least didn’t force you to be here.”

“i’m not forced to be here,” he says, even if it’s honestly not very true, “i think i want to be here, too. i’ll experience it with you.”

you smile, and this time it’s softer than he’s ever seen. he can’t seem to remember why your presence was so intimidating before, because in this moment, you are nothing but warm and inviting, “okay, then. it’s settled. let’s have a beautiful night.”

it was cheesy, sure, but it made his heart flutter all the same.

he sees mingyu out of the corner of his eye. he’s sitting at the bar, making small talk with the bartender. wonwoo and mingyu make eye contact, and it’s almost like a series of questions: ‘how is it going? are you alright? do you need me to step in?’

and wonwoo gives a small smile back at him, as if to say ‘i think i’m okay’.

he looks back at you, as you give your order to the server. he doesn’t see someone evil or done anything that is commonplace for his and your kind of life. he just sees you: someone aching for something different. something soft and sweet and normal.

dinner with him flies by, filled with pretty conversations about each other’s lives. you both skirt around conversations about your groups, instead choosing to focus on yourselves. he learn about your hobbies and passions, you learn about his friends and what he likes to do in his free time.

you tell him about the time you were robbing a bank when you were younger. maybe 17. you tell him about the restaurant that’s a front for high-up associates that you used to go to when you were younger. you tell him about how your dad’s assasination put you in the boss spot when you were 19 and stupid and too young for that kind of power. it went to your head and has barely worn off since.

he tells you about how mingyu and him have saved each other’s asses maybe 500 times each. he tells you about how he likes computer games, that if he was given a second shot at life, he’d be a pro-gamer for sure. he tells you about his cat, ranting about how cute it is (and he looks adorable doing it).

wonwoo realizes what’s happening while it’s happening; he’s not dumb or oblivious. he realizes that with every smile, every laugh, every time you get passionate about what you’re talking about and make these dramatic hand movements, and every time you unconsciously make that cute thinking face, he’s falling for you more and more.

and yet he doesn’t have it in himself to pull back; instead, he chooses to lean in. he smiles when you smile, laughs when you laughs, plays along when you tell him overly dramatic stories. he’s so mesmerized that he doesn’t notice the passage of time, how late it’s getting.

what he does notice is you reaching to grab the bill that was dropped off by the server. he snatches it before you can, and quickly puts the money in, catching the server’s attention and asking them to take it now.

you make a upset face at him, but it doesn’t hurt him in the slightest, “my treat.” he says simply.

“i was supposed to pay! you didn’t have to do that!” you argue, and he looks at you with a kind of vulnerability that is so raw, it’s almost infuriating.

“i wanted to. for you.”

you stand, so he stands too. you turn to walk away, but he grasps your wrist at the last second. he thinks you’re about to storm off, mad or something. why were you mad at him? he was trying to do something nice for you!

it’s until you groan and turn back around, getting so so close to him that the rest of the word fades out of view. for a moment it’s just like that. there’s no one else in the world except for you and him.

you’re looking into his eyes, reaching your hand up to lightly cup his cheek, letting your finger drag against his jaw, “can i?” you ask. you don’t even need to say it.

“yeah,” he breathes, shakily, “do whatever you want.”

you kiss him while his stomach does somersaults. his hands find your waist, letting you lead, and, funnily enough, only once he starts to relax, you’re pulling away.

“we should get out of here,” you say, and his heart rate picks up, which you seem to notice (his own heart betrayed him), “we don’t have to do anything, but it’s so loud and energetic in here. i want some peace and quiet.”

he couldn’t agree more. you both walk outside, and he shoots mingyu one last ‘i’m okay’ look, seeing the smirk on his friend’s face may annoy him, but he’s too happy to care.

once you reach your car, you pull him close. his hands rest on the same spot as before, gently on your waist. you ask him, “can i kiss you again?”

“yes,” he whispers back. something about asking the second time feels sweeter, “kiss me a little harder this time, please.”

you smile at his request, gently pressing your lips to his before you grasp the back of his neck to use as leverage when your kiss becomes more intense, giving him what he wants. he’ll always get what he wants now, you suppose. anything he asks for, you’ll give him.

you don’t pull away as fast this time, instead letting him savor the moment.

but you eventually do, pulling back to look at him. he’s so pretty in the moonlight.

“i don’t want this to end,” he says. you smile almost sadly at him.

“i’m sorry, baby, i wish it didn’t have to end so soon, but our agreement was only dinner,” you say, “and you need to go back. our night together has been fun, but this is it. we were only given tonight.”

“i don’t want to go back yet, i don’t want to leave you,” he whispers painfully. god, it was so easy to get comfortable in his arms.

you see that sadness in his eyes, the kind that kills any chance of ever getting over him, “i know, i know, i’m sorry. i didn’t think we would get so close so fast,” you can feel the shaking of his hands even as they rest steady on your hips, “when i asked for a date, i thought it would be a night that would end with no hard feelings about never seeing each other again.”

“well, look where that got us,” he makes himself chuckle, though it’s not out of actual humor.

there’s a pause where neither of you dare to make the next move. there’s a sinking feeling that one of these next kisses will be the last.

“i’ll tell you what: i’ll kiss you until my lips turn blue, so you can never forget what it feels like. not even if you tried,” you say, moving your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“okay,” he responds, “don’t let me forget. don’t ever let me.”

“you know i won’t,” you say, and your kisses are so passionate that for a second, he forgets that he’s jeon wonwoo, seventeen’s best hacker and technology expert, and only knows that he’s yours.

and for you, he’s so sweet, so kind and giving and reciprocative, kissing you back with just as much energy, it’s just as easy to get lost in him.

you stay there for as long as the night will allow, kissing him with feverish intensity, before you really have to send him on his way.

his eyes have that tragic look to them, like he’s sad in such a complicated way. it was never supposed to end like this, with him walking away from you as you get into your car, but the more he thinks about it, he’s wrong.

it was supposed to end like this. with him and you separated.

when he returns, he knows he probably shouldn’t, that he should lie and say it went well (but not too well) and this will not cause future problems, but he tells seungcheol afterwards that he 100% fucked this up for himself. he’s really, really into you.

his boss isn’t surprised.

—

it’s been two months— not exactly, maybe a month and three weeks or so, but close enough— since that night. not a word from seventeen, nor from wonwoo. it’s hard to not wonder what happened between him and his boss as soon as he returned, if he saw those feelings written out all over his associate’s face, or if it was the lipstick stain on his lips that gave it away.

in your world, nothing had changed (except for maybe everything about your soul). nothing about your mob boss life had been altered. seventeen never spoke a word about the favor, not to you or anyone else. even though word travels fast and very easily, it never got back to you that anyone besides you and seventeen knew about it.

maybe it’s a good thing that you haven’t seen or heard from him, that you probably never will again, but him having that much control over you is dangerous because you’re sure that seungcheol knows. he knows wonwoo likes you, he knows you like wonwoo, and everything in between. he has so much power that it’s incomprehensible what he could manipulate you into doing. he probably knows that. he revels in it.

so you made the point to not reach out, knowing there’d be a trade off next time. you assume that’s why it’s radio silence on his end too.

it only hurts a little bit.

—

the news hits you as you’re sitting in your office, drinking your coffee as an associate is detailing all possible back up plans for the casino heist planned for next week.

“hold on one minute,” you say to them, and they immediately shut up, letting you take a call that had come in as they were talking, “yes, kihyun? why are you calling? i thought i told you not to call my personal phone.”

he seems anxious on the other end, which is not pleasant to hear, “i tried, boss, but you weren’t answering. and i know i wasn’t supposed to, but i assumed you would want to hear the news as soon as possible.”

“what news?”

“jeon wonwoo of seventeen went missing three days ago. not even his own associates know where he is or if he’s even alive,” he says, and his words, especially the last few, hit particularly hard.

he’s not dead, right? he can’t be dead.

“i… see. thank you, kihyun,” you say.

“i’m here if you need anything, boss,” he says, but you don’t respond, only hanging up the phone and closing your eyes.

you remember there’s still someone else in the room, so you shoo them out, “we’ll go over these plans tomorrow,” you say, as if to tell them to go away. they catch on.

and you’re suddenly all alone in your office, with nothing but the thought of wonwoo being dead to occupy your thoughts. seventeen had enemies, of course they did, but why wonwoo of all of them? why was he the target? it was just impossible to rationalize why someone would choose him to be the one to take out. what would even be the motive?

it doesn’t seem real, the idea that he could be dead, even though it’s technically possible.

the idea dawns on you that maybe it was someone in his own group, maybe even the whole fucking mafia collectively decided to take him out.

and maybe it was because of you. the idea makes your stomach sick.

it’s impossible to know for sure, and you can’t spend your day getting lost in maybe or possibly. you assume the worst, that he’s probably dead, and give yourself a moment to grieve.

and then it’s back to work.

—

it’s late, so late it’s almost early again, at your residence. the sound of rain is constant and almost soothing as you drink your tea, giving a sense of peace and calm to your night. looking over documents from the casino, everything seems to be in order. last minute preparations for tomorrow are going smoothly, and all that needs to happen now is sleep before the big day.

there’s a ring at your doorbell. so, there goes a peaceful couple hours of sleep.

no one should know that this place exists or that you live here. this place was secret for your own safety and the fact that someone is here, ringing your doorbell at three in the morning is a terrible sign.

you grab the gun you keep under your coffee table as you approach the door. there’s no way to check who it was without letting them know you were there, you just had to open it.

“i’m so sorry i’m here right now!” you hear, barely able to make out the baritone voice over the heavy rain, “i’m sorry i didn’t say anything after that night, i was ordered to not contact you on my own! i’m sorry i’m here, bothering you at your house, but it was the only place i could go!”

when you open the door, the rain covers his frames, concealing his eyes, but it’s him.

not a single thought of ‘how the fuck did you get my address?’ or ‘why did you disappear?’ is more important than him at that moment. you open the screen door and yank him inside, tossing the gun somewhere onto the floor of your kitchen. you rush to grab him a towel, because he’s shivering and freezing and that’s scaring both of you.

you’re borderline yelling at him as you scold him for showing up, especially at this hour, “what were you even thinking? you could have gotten hypothermia! you could exposed this place to people who want me dead! you could have gotten us both killed!”

and yet all he could do is look at you with those beautiful, lovestruck eyes, “i’m so sorry,” he says with a smile.

you hug him, wet clothes and teary eyes and all, crouching down on the floor to meet where he is, curled up in a ball, covering himself up with that towel. he looks so small like this.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers again.

“don’t be, i’m glad you’re alive,” you whisper back, tightening your grip on him as if he’d whither away and disappear if you didn’t.

“i missed you, every single day i thought about you,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“i did too,” you say, “what happened? why did you disappear? when did this become the only place you could go?”

“i-um,” he starts, hesitant and quietly, “i got into a fight with seungcheol. i told him i didn’t want to live like this anymore, and he said he’d… cut off my head if i ever left.”

“but you still left?”

“i had to, i was so unhappy that it was killing me,” he says with more confidence, still holding onto you like you’re his lifeline, “and, god, i’m so into you that it hurt so bad to never talk to you again. how the hell was i supposed to move on?”

“so what happened after you left? where did you go?”

“mingyu told me i could crash on the couch at his place out of town while i tried to find you, but seungcheol beat that information out of him,” he pulls away just a bit to look at you while he speaks, still holding on for what feels like dear life, “i found this place about a week ago, but it wasn’t until i was literally running for my life that i felt there was nowhere else i could go.”

his stomach rumbles, so you ignore his words for the present and ask, “oh my god, when’s the last time you ate? no, don’t even answer me, i’m making you ramen.”

“it’s okay, you don’t have to-”

“don’t say another word, unless it’s to tell me you’re dying. you’re going to go take a nice, warm shower, and then eat some ramen before we even think about what to do about you going forward,” you cut him off, but your scolding tone is so filled with love and care that he doesn’t mind.

he showers, finally feeling the relief of warm water. he always hated being cold in any capacity, much less freezing to death.

he changes into the clothes you give him: an oversized crewneck and some sweatpants. when he walks back into the kitchen, where you are, he pulls the sleeves as far as they’ll go, giving himself cute little sweater paws.

he’s so adorable, so easy to fall for.

you place a bowl of ramen in front of a seat at the kitchen counter, “eat up, baby.”

baby. he could get used to being called something like that. easy. he sits at the counter, eating like a madman once he realizes how hungry he truly is.

you watch him tenderly, all the adrenaline having faded out and now he’s just here. what are you even gonna do with him? you can’t just kick him out, he’ll get found immediately. so long as no one else finds out about this place, you’re both safe.

he can’t return to seventeen, though. maybe that thought has sunken in for him too, because when he looks up at you and smiles when he sees you looking at him, he’s not smiling like how he did last time you saw him. his smile is smaller and more forced.

all his friends he left behind, all his past he left behind, and that comfortable life he left behind, all to be here, with you.

“what now?” you ask, and the depth of the question is not absent in his mind. he knows what you mean.

he frowns, playing with his chopsticks, “i… i don’t know. i can’t go back, but i’m unsure how to move forward.”

“do you want to give up this life completely? just start fresh?”

“i don’t think so. it’s all i know, all i feel competent at, and if i’m being honest, i don’t mind it. i just need something more,” he says with a chuckle, “i don’t think i could live a life of white picket fences and nuclear families.”

“then,” you say, sitting at the spot next to him at the counter, “consider joining me. i can’t give you a top position, but you can continue your work as a hacker under my group. as much as i want to give you choice, i'm gonna be honest with you: that’s your only good option.”

“i know,” he says.

it hurts a little bit, and he knows what you’re gonna say before you say it, “and i'm sorry i have to say it out loud, but… this will provide you protection against seventeen.”

which is the most miserable thing to think about: his own friends coming to kill him. he’s a traitor now, though. he knows he’s dead to seungcheol. it hurts him somewhere deep in his chest every time he thinks about it.

“okay,” he says, somewhat dully, “i guess i don’t have much of a choice.”

“it’s not that you don’t have a choice in the matter, but you only have one good one,” you say, matter-of-factly, “you won’t be safe anywhere else-”

“i’m sorry,” he says suddenly, and it’s heartbreaking how he just can’t stop saying it, “i’m just so sorry. i put you and mingyu in danger just so i could have a chance to escape. he even let me stay on his couch and then got hurt because of my selfishness.”

“it’s not fair to you to judge yourself so harshly like that. mingyu did that because he wanted to, for you. you couldn’t stop whatever hell came after,” you say, comfortingly, “it’s better to be selfish than unhappy. if mingyu knew you were safe with me, he’d see his efforts as worthwhile.”

“and what about you?” he asks.

“what about me?”

“i put you in danger,” he says.

“wonwoo, i’m a mob boss. and a woman one at that. i’m always in danger,” you say, “it’s nothing new.”

“but-”

“stop talking,” you order, and he complies. you sigh, “it’s not worth it to think about all the things you did wrong. where you are now is where you are; there’s no changing that.”

“i’m sorry,” he laughs breathlessly, “can you just kiss me if you need to shut me up?”

you look into his eyes once again, seeing nothing but beauty and honesty in them. your hand reaches to tilt his chin up as you lean in for a kiss, and all the passion of that night comes back in full force, except with so much more vulnerability and tenderness.

but he pulls away this time.

why is he about to cry?

he answers the question for you, “i’m sorry, i uhm- i’m sorry,” he whispers, his apologies stabbing you incessantly, “nothings wrong. i’m just… so happy. i’m so happy we ended up like this. nothing compares to you.”

i’m so happy we got the happy ending (somewhat).

tomorrow (well, more like later today. in a few hours) he’ll be jeon wonwoo, the best hacker in the area, known for being able to hack into power grids and major international banks. maybe he’ll be there with you, keeping track of the operation, taking down security cameras or disrupting communications.

but for tonight, he’s simply wonwoo. he holds you like he doesn’t want anything else from this life.

nothing compares to this.

#seventeen #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #wonwoo angst #wonwoo fluff #seventeen mafia au

[hauntedselves]

DEAR MAN: Making Yourself Heard

This interpersonal effectiveness skill helps you assert your boundaries, and get yourself heard and understood.

D: Describe

Describe the current situation (if necessary). Stick to the facts. Tell the person exactly what you are reacting to.

Example: “You told me you would be home by dinner but you didn’t get here until 11.”

E: Express

Express your feelings and opinions about the situation. Don’t assume that the other person knows how you feel.

Use phrases such as “I want” instead of “You should,” “I don’t want” instead of “You shouldn’t.”

Example: “When you come home so late, I start worrying about you.”

A: Assert

Assert yourself by asking for what you want or saying no clearly. Do not assume that others will figure out what you want. Remember that others cannot read your mind.

Example: “I would really like it if you would call me when you are going to be late.”

R: Reinforce

Reinforce (reward) the person ahead of time (so to speak) by explaining positive effects of getting what you want or need. If necessary, also clarify the negative consequences of not getting what you want or need. Remember also to reward desired behavior after the fact.

Example: “I would be so relieved, and a lot easier to live with, if you do that.”

M: stay Mindful

Keep your focus on your goals. Maintain your position. Don’t be distracted. Don’t get off the topic.

“Broken record”: Keep asking, saying no, or expressing your opinion over and over and over. Just keep replaying the same thing again and again.

Ignore attacks: If another person attacks, threatens, or tries to change the subject, ignore the threats, comments, or attempts to divert you. Do not respond to attacks. Ignore distractions. Just keep making your point.

Example: “I would still like a call.”

A: Appear confident

Appear effective and competent. Use a confident voice tone and physical manner; make good eye contact. No stammering, whispering, staring at the floor, retreating. No saying, “I’m not sure,” etc.

N: Negotiate

Be willing to give to get. Offer and ask for other solutions to the problem. Reduce your request. Say no, but offer to do something else or to solve the problem another way. Focus on what will work.

Turn the tables: Turn the problem over to the other person. Ask for other solutions.

Example: “How about if you text me when you think you might be late?” “What do you think we should do? . . . I can’t just stop worrying about you [or I’m not willing to].”

More tips

Describe the current interaction.

If the “broken record” and ignoring don’t work, make a statement about what is happening between you and the person now, but without imputing motives.

Example: “You keep asking me over and over, even though I have already said no several times,” or “It is hard to keep asking you to empty the dishwasher when it is your month to do it.”

Not: “You obviously don’t want to hear what I am saying,” “You obviously don’t care about me,” “Well, it’s obvious that what I have to say doesn’t matter to you,” “Obviously you think I’m stupid.”

Express feelings or opinions about the interaction.

For instance, in the middle of an interaction that is not going well, you can express your feelings of discomfort in the situation.

Example: “I am sorry I cannot do what you want, but I’m finding it hard to keep discussing it,” or “It’s becoming very uncomfortable for me to keep talking about this, since I can’t help it. I am starting to feel angry about it,” or “I’m not sure you think this is important for you to do.”

Not: “I hate you!”, “Every time we talk about this, you get defensive,” “Stop patronizing me!”

Assert wishes in the situation.

When another person is pestering you, you can ask them to stop it. When a person is refusing a request, you can suggest that you put the conversation off until another time. Give the other person a chance to think about it.

Example: “Please don’t ask me again. My answer won’t change,” or “OK, let’s stop discussing this now and pick it up again sometime tomorrow,” or “Let’s cool down for a while and then get together to figure out a solution.”

Not: “Would you shut up?” “You should do this!”, “You should really calm down and do what’s right here.”

Reinforce.

When you are saying no to someone who keeps asking, or when someone won’t take your opinion seriously, suggest ending the conversation, since you aren’t going to change your mind anyway. When trying to get someone to do something for you, you can suggest that you will come up with a better offer later.

Example: “Let’s stop talking about this now. I’m not going to change my mind, and I think this is just going to get frustrating for both of us,” or “OK, I can see you don’t want to do this, so let’s see if we can come up with something that will make you more willing to do it.”

Not: “If you don’t do this for me, I’ll never do anything for you ever again,” “If you keep asking me, I’ll get a restraining order against you,” “Gosh, you must be a terrible person for not doing this / for asking me to do this.”

- from DBT Skills Training Handouts and Worksheets (2015) by Marsha M. Linehan, pp. 125-7.

#dbt #dbt skills training #dear man #dearman #interpersonal relationships #interpersonal effectiveness #conflict resolution

[ijustloveharry]

possess me... please / 3k wrds / smut

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Y/N loved making Harry jealous.

Because when he was possessive, ugh, she just submitted in a way she couldn't usually.

"Hey baby" He smiled, leaning to press a kiss on her lips. "Thanks for doing the dishes"

"Of course."

She spent most of her time at his apartment these days. She had her own, but it was mostly forgotten and she went there every so often to get a few things. She even did most of her laundry here. She wondered if he would ask her to move in soon.

They were getting pretty serious, she thought, and she didn't really know how to bring this up to him.

The first time she really noticed it, they were at a party at a friend of a friend of Y/N's.

Y/N's ex boyfriend was there, unbeknownst to her, and told Harry all about his 'ex that couldn't compare' and shared maybe more than he should have about their sex life. Harry listened, but he didn't care too much. He just wanted to hang out with Y/N and she was off playing beer pong with one of her friends (which she won, for the record.)

Both men were shocked, to say the least, when Y/N walked up and their eyes lit up in the same way.

Their breakup wasn't messy, it just wasn't getting serious for Y/N and it was for him, so she broke it off.

It didn't take long for Harry to click that Y/N was the girl her ex had been bragging about all night.

Harry fucked her hard that night. He fucked her really, really hard, and he wasted no time proving to her why she was with him.

"Babe?"

Harry jolted her from the memory, her hands lazily soaking in the dishwater. The dishes were long forgotten as her mouth watered and her core tightened.

"Hm?" She looked over to him

"What do you want to do tonight?"

Fuck. She thought, but she didn't need to say that yet.

"Do you wanna go out? We could get a couple drinks, maybe dance a bit. I dunno." She shrugged

Harry raised his eyebrow. Y/N wasn't usually one to go out, but he didn't want to pass up the opportunity to see her in a low cut dress.

"Yeah - sure. That sounds good."

Y/N smirked to herself. She had ulterior motives, but he didn't need to know what.

She dressed up well - just enough Harry wouldn't tell her to change, but almost.

It was short. Low cut - he didn't really care who saw. But her long legs drove him absolutely crazy and he knew any guy wouldn't pass up the opportunity to look at her ass basically on display. He decided not to care and to just enjoy the view for himself. It was all for him, at least.

Y/N picked a trendy bar. A hookup bar. But Harry figured it was just foreplay. They would dance and flirt and maybe even fuck in the bathroom. He wasn't gonna say no.

Harry was wrong. Y/N chatted up every guy in that bar except him. Y/N basically ignored him all night and then, when he asked her if she wanted to go, she said she was having too much fun and he could go if he wanted.

Now that drove him crazy.

He didn't go home. Of course he couldn't - not with her dressed like that. So he waited. He sat in a booth and he watched her flirt with guys all night. He became increasingly more infuriated by the moment. What the fuck did she think she was doing?

Harry's last straw - she was talking to someone by the bar. Her hand kept grazing this guys arm and while it was seemly innocent, it drove him fucking nuts. He wanted to be patient and cool and let her have fun, but she hadn't said one word to him all night and he figured she couldn't care less if he was even there. It needed to stop now.

"Y/N" Harry said sternly, interrupting the worst conversation she had had in awhile. She didn't let Harry know that, though.

"Harry! Hi! I forgot you were here."

He stiffened.

"This is Sam"

"Hey" Sam was clearly uncomfortable. He was not in on Y/N's tricks.

"Sam was just telling me about the new car he bought! He wanted to show me the heated seats."

"I bet he did." Harry's jaw clenched, and Y/N could feel the pooling in her underwear. "But I think it's time to go home now."

"Aw." Y/N pouted "You aren't having fun?"

Sam had snuck away. He didn't know she had a boyfriend. She didn't tell him on purpose.

"Not really, no."

"Shame." She smirked "Most fun I've had in awhile."

Harry knew what she was doing. If it didn't click before, it sure did now. She was doing this on purpose, and he was fucking furious.

"Time to go." He repeated "Not asking."

"Hmph." Y/N pouted, tracing a finger down his chest "Are you sure you don't want to meet more of my new friends?"

She wanted to see how far she could push him. She wanted to make him mad, really mad. But this was new territory. She didn't know where the line was.

"Yep. I'm sure." He placed a hand on her back firmly, and leaned into her ear "Time to go, Y/N."

She shuddered at his tone, and nodded softly. She didn't trust herself to speak.

The cab home was silent. Harry was contemplating whether or not to fuck her or make her sleep on the couch.

"You don't think I look good?" She asked when they got back to his apartment, turning to show off her ass. "Everyone said this dress is really flattering."

Harry stayed silent, watching her intently as she pushed buttons he didn't even know he had.

What was her goal here?

Y/N smiled to herself. She knew her goal. She was almost there.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go back? I got a few guys numbers - Jake, I think, and Tony. They seemed nice. I bet they're still up if you wanna go to bed.."

"I don't want to know their names, jesus Y/N."

Y/N's mouth clamped shut. She had one more trick up her sleeve.

"Well, that doesn't seem very nice. They were all very friendly to me."

"I bet they were." He growled. He hadn't moved from his spot since they got back.

"Oh! I even got a picture with one. Wanna see?"

No, he absolutely did not. She showed him anyway.

"Look - this is Justin. Isn't he cute? Just moved here, I think. Unless that was Peter. I dunno, every guy I've talked to the last few hours have just kinda just blended together. Even you!" She giggled

The photo was too far, she later learned, but it set off a fire in Harry that Y/N hadn't expected.

The guy was too close to her. His arm was too low around her waist. His eyes were clearly looking down her chest, and Y/N looked far too interested in him for Harry's liking.

Harry moved quickly, getting close and grabbing the hair at the back of her neck.

"Excuse me?" He fumed "What was that?"

Y/N wasn't scared. She knew Harry wouldn't hurt her. She trusted him. She wanted this.

She giggled, and titled her head almost mockingly.

"I think maybe you're not so special after all. There's lots of guys out there, nice guys, with big hands just like yours."

That would have really upset Harry if he hadn't realized she was doing this on purpose. She was trying to get a rise out of him and it was working. She was too proud of herself for his liking.

"I'm only going to ask you once to get in the fucking bedroom and you better take that dress off and burn it." He spat. He wasn't going to let her win. He would show her.

"Of course." She cooed.

She didn't listen. She was still wearing the dress when her came in.

Harry made her watch as her took a pair of scissors and cut it off of her, and then cut it into pieces. He told her it clearly made her a bad girl and it needed to go away forever.

Y/N didn't think she could melt further into the bed.

"What the fuck do you think you've been doing?" He asked her, tossing the scissors aside. "What's the goal here, hm?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" She giggled, tilting her head. "What's got you so riled up?"

Harry grabbed her cheeks with one hand and her throat with the other, looking her dead in the eye.

"You won't remember any of their names when I'm done with you." He threatened. He squeezed her neck harder and watched as her body softened into the sheets.

"Yes daddy." She mustered out. Harry released her throat but kept his grip on her face. She loved when he did that.

"You've been a very, very bad girl." He said coldly, removing the belt from his pants. "So bad I don't even know what the fuck I'm gonna do with you."

"Whatever you want, I probably deserve it."

He flipped her over onto her stomach, the motion was swift and almost knocked the wind out of her. But he was still being too gentle, she wanted him to-

SMACK.

Pain and pleasure oozed through Y/N as she felt a familiar sting on her ass.

"Do you know how many guys probably thought they had a chance with you?"

SMACK.

"They wouldn't even know what to do with you." He laughed. It was patronizing, and Y/N fucking loved it. She wanted more.

"Mmmm you just said you didn't know either."

SMACK SMACK SMACK.

Y/N groaned at the impact, all the sensations pooling at her core. Her clit was throbbing - she didn't think she ever wanted him more.

SMACK SMACK.

"I know exactly what to do with you darling." He teased, leaning to whisper in her ear "The question is what to do first."

He quickly looped the belt around his hands, wrapping it around the front of her neck and pulling her back by her throat. Y/N was seeing stars - her ass was still stinging and she had never been so needy for him.

"You've made me really upset." His teeth were clenched. He tightened the belt around her neck. "So mad I almost dont even want to fuck you."

He released her and she collapsed forward. It took her a second to regain her composure.

"That's okay. Jeff or Peter or Darrel might-"

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.

Harry was really giving it to her now. He wasn't holding back; she's really pissed him off and she needed to be put into her place.

Harry pulled her up by her hair, her body was twisted and it looked uncomfortable but he didn't care. He forced her to look into his eyes.

"What the fuck did you say?"

"I said-" Harry threw her back onto the bed, cutting her off before she could say anything else.

SMACK.

He tossed the belt to the floor. She watched as he removed his remaining clothing and crawled up next to her.

He grabbed her throat and watched as she squirmed. He loved this, but he hated that she knew exactly how to get him here.

He wouldn't let her win.

He released her throat just before she passed out. She was weaker now, she was relaxed. She couldn't wait for him to fill her up.

He could tell. He was going to drag it out as long as possible.

"Sit up." He demanded. She obeyed, rotating onto her knees and she sat back in front of him on the bed.

Harry got up, not quite standing, but kneeling on the mattress so he was towering over her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth, fucking her throat like he owned it.

He did own it. She will be a good girl and tell him that when he's finished.

Her eyes watered at the rough way he was shoving his dick into her throat, his hands pulling on her head so he could get deeper with each thrust.

"Think I give a fuck what you want?" He taunted "I don't care if you want every other guy in North America. You are mine, do you understand?"

Y/N could barely nod, Harry's grip on her hair so tight it was stabilizing her head in place.

He removed his cock and yanked on her hair. She groaned from the tugging and he almost lifted her right off the mattress. She gasped and he forced her onto all fours.

Without warning, she shoved two fingers inside her from behind. She cried out, and Harry smirked as he found her sweet spot. He thrusted his fingers in and out until her legs were shaking.

"You better not fucking cum" He spat

She was close, and hearing his tone only drove her crazier.

"I'm close" She mustered out, she moved her hips to maintain speed.

"What did I say?" Harry smacked her ass with his palm, removing his fingers and grabbing the back of her neck. He pulled her up so she was kneeling up with her back pressed against his front.

Harry's hand snaked around to grip the front of her throat, squeezing her into him.

"You're so filthy I almost dont want to put my dick in you." He groaned "Do you know how many guys you were all over tonight? You think any of them could fuck you the way I could?"

Y/N knew it was time, so she shook her head no. Harry kept his grip on her throat and used his other hand to palm at her chest. He flicked her nipples until she was squirming beneath him.

He reached his hand down her front, beginning to toy at her clit so slowly Y/N thought she might burst. He flicked her most sensitive spot until she was whimpering for him.

"Beg for it." Harry let go of her throat and she fell to the mattress. She rolled to her back and looked up at him.

"Please fuck me" She begged "I need your cock so bad, daddy."

Harry spit on her, and she reached for his biceps, scratching down them the way she knows he likes.

"Please please please" She was desperate now. "I've been empty without you all night."

"Yeah?" Harry asked. His eyes were blown wide and he couldn't see anything other than that stupid fucking photo.

He grabbed her neck, leaning down to speak lower to her.

"Seemed like you were drowning in cock all night."

Y/N shook her head, she was his baby now. She didn't want anyone else. Only him.

"No daddy - I'm only yours. None of them know how to treat your baby right."

Harry's cock twitched, and he could only restrain himself so far. He wasn't done with her. Not yet, at least.

He got up and headed to the bathroom, second drawer; just where they left it.

He turned the vibrator on and returned, immediately pressing it to her clit without warning.

"What was that? I'm not sure I felt you really meant it." He pressed the vibrator to her clit harder, and she moaned from the intense pleasure.

"I'm all yours daddy. All yours" She could barely breathe. She wasn't going to last long.

"One more time." He pressed two fingers into her, rubbing the vibrator against her aggressively. She was going to cum, it was happening.

She cried out as she came on his fingers. He watched her every second - watched how her body moved and her eyes rolled back. She was the hottest thing he had ever laid his eyes on. She was all his.

She cried for him when she finished, hearing her plea his name only drove him more crazy. He turned the vibrator off and immediately shoved himself inside her.

She was sensitive from the orgasm, but he didn't care. She was his and he was going to fill her up to prove that to her.

She didn't waste any time wrapping her legs around his waist, giving him access to thrust deeper and harder. He grunted as he got closer; incoherent mutterings of "daddy's girl" "all mine" "I'll show you why".

Y/N thought she was going to cum just from watching his face.

His eyes squinted shut as he got close, focused on maintaining the rhythm that would send him over the edge.

Y/N took the opportunity to nip at his ear. She pressed kisses down his neck. She wanted to please him. She wanted him to have all of her.

Harry's orgasm found him quick. He filled her up with his cum and he didn't stop thrusting until he was finished with her.

Y/N could tell she was going to be sore. Her ass hurt from where it was pressed to the sheets but neither of them could care about that right now.

Harry backed away and watched as she pushed his semen out from inside her. He moaned at the sight of his ejaculate oozing out of her cunt.

He couldn't help it; he quickly pressed his lips to her clit, sucking on it aggressively.

Y/N immediately moaned, her neck falling back into the pillow as her eyes clamped shut. Harry wasted no time licking her clean and flicking his tongue against her. It wasn't long before she came again, her juices saturating his face as he let her ride the whole thing out.

Y/N was satisfied. Y/N knew Harry would give her what she wanted.

"Thank you Daddy." She said when they were finally finished. Harry tossed the vibrator onto the floor and rolled over to cuddle against her.

"You're welcome." He boasted, pressing a quick kiss to her neck. "Someone had to put you in your place."

Y/N blushed, their actions from the evening catching up with her. Harry loved when she got shy after sex. Harry loved her so much.

"I did it on purpose." She whispered, rolling to look at him "I don't want anyone else."

"I know." He said "You fucking better have, or I'd kill them all."

Y/N turned back to face the edge of the bed, her smile was wide and she bit her lip to stop it from getting any bigger.

"I didn't think you had it in you." He finally said, running his fingers through her hair. "I'm proud of you. You know Daddy so well."

Y/N melted at that, and she could feel the heat pooling inside her once again.

"Good. I'd love to do it again sometime."

And they did, many, many times.

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry smut #oof shes dirty 😬

[chaosisalwayscrying]

NSFW ABC’S

⇥ synopsis : nsfw abcs for nick 😇

⇥ warnings : smut/suggestive themes (obv)

⇥ extra : IGNORE THE FACT THIS IS LATE MY MOM WAS WORKING ME TO THE BONE WHEN I WAS TRYING TO WORK ON THIS

⇥ masterlist !

⇥ taglist !

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

   SOOO good at aftercare, esp if hes topping. will lay with you for a minute before sitting up and slowly pulling out of you, going straight to his bathroom to start a bath for the both of you.

   you do the same for nick if youre topping

  B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

   nicks is definitely his hands, LOVESSSS to see your slobber over the fingers he stuck in your mouth to shut you up or how they look wrapped around your throat

   nick LOVEESSSS your hips, especially leaving hickeys there or seeing his hand prints there aftera rough night 🤭

  C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

   used condoms when you first started having sex, but after a few months you got fed up with it and asked if you and nick could stop using them. safe to say you both wasted NO time to stop using them

  D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

   nuck wants you to tie him up in every way possible. his hands tied together, his ankles tied so he cant close his legs, blindfolded, gagged, the whole nine yards, but hes too scared to ask you to do it

  E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

   a little. definitely had to look up how to stretch himself/someone else and what lube works best. he knows how it works, not how to do it.

  F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

   when hes topping, he likes you in missionary

   when youre topping, he likes being in doggy or when you ride him

  G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

in some circumstances yes, but if its like angry/frustrated sex or intimate because of an anniversary/bday/etc no, otherwise probably

  H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

hes shaved but not bald, HATESSS the way it feels.

doesnt really care how your hair looks, but isnt a fan of his boyfriend having a bush. would much rather you have it trimmed/shaved/bald

  I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

can be intimate if he wants, especially on holidays/birthdays/anniversaries/etc. not normally good at being romantic during sex but he can be

  J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

didnt do it much before getting with you and doesnt do it much now that he is, but sometimes when hes home in boston and you arent there, he does.

  K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

sex tapes/pictures. nick LOVES photography/videography, and that would translate into your sex life. has a separate SD card for your sex tapes and pictures. (hear me out guys please)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his room, your room, and his shower. not a fan of doing it out in the open. (though you did have car sex once but it was so uncomfortable so you havent done it since)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

DIRTY TALKKKK, if youre feeling it and whisper something into nicks ear about how hard you are/how much you need him in you, hes dragging you to his room asap

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

knife m/blood etc play, hes scared enough of blood and the thought of accidentally hurting you with said knife and making you bleed makes him want to puke and faint

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

not a fan of having his dick sucked, but hes damn good at sucking yours. hes also a fan of seeing you on your knees in front of him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

can do both. if hes feeling mean, he’ll basically pound you into your next life then slow down unexpectedly before repeating it.

on more intimate nights, he goes slower, but still a moderate pace, on rough nights hes going as fast as he can

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not a fan, plus its hard to do quickys when one of you has to be stretched out to take the other, but hes not opposed to sucking your dick in a bathroom stall

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

maybe, hes scared of people and being caught having sex would make him want to die, but if hes really horny hes more game to risk being caught.

hes a fan of experimenting, wants to try anything once except his hard no list

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

one or two rounds on top, but he lasts long.

two or three on bottom, he doesnt last as long when hes bottoming but he can go a round more

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

not at the moment but isnt opposed to them, just a little scared of them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

if hes feeling mean, he can be MEAN. LOVES to edge you when hes on top just to see the tears in your eyes

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

grunts and low moans in your ear DEFFF, but can be louder when hes the one being pounded into😇

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

wants to try those sex chocolates SO BAD, just doesnt know how to bring it up to you

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

good mix of girth and length, hes definitely a stretch !!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not super high, like a 6/10. hes easy to get horny though

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

stays up for a good while, doesnt fall asleep easy in the first place so staying up to talk with you or cuddle and watch tv is easy for him.

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[kyurizeu]

#18 - I missed you. (Im)possibly fate

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Recent - masterlist - next

Warnings: cursing, awkwardness, boring ass convos, bad grammar

Word count: 1,2k

A/n: hello everyone! I’m trying to come back to tumblr tho it really hard because i have no ideas for stories. So help is very much appreciated! I havent proofread this (oops)

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The week had passed quicker than expected. You hadn’t had any energy or motivation the whole week because your biggest energy source wasn’t there. You were way too scared to go talk to Jungwon as a result of possibly irritating him again, so you decided it would be best if he just thought about it alone. Although it did pass your mind to go talk to him and make him feel bad about being distant, you knew it was unfair; you were in the same situation after all. You felt like he was mad because for the whole week he didn’t send a single message, not even a "gm" or gn," so you were anxious about seeing him again, especially with the same conversation. It would’ve been smarter to text him and get all of the worries out of the way, but before you knew it, it was Thursday morning, and you had to talk the whole thing over again.

Just like your everyday routine, you got ready and left the dorm with your members. The day's schedule was filled with a couple meetings, scheduling, and promotions, and later in the evening, the most important thing was an interview with Jungwon about the song.

You sighed and sat down in the meeting room. You were the first one there, which was definitely not fun. Whoever is the first person to be in the meeting room has to wait for everyone to come separately and stay quiet and awkward when there's only one or two just sitting. So you took out your phone and scrolled on it, afraid to look up when someone entered the meeting room. "Good morning, yn," said Jungwon. You looked up at him, trying to read his facial expression to match his feelings. Oh, hello, Winnie," it was so awkward. You two hadn’t spoken in a week and were a couple; the room atmosphere was so uncomfortable. Should you even call him "babe" anymore, or does he want to break up? You started to fidget with your fingers while overthinking everything until your thoughts were interrupted by him again. "look umh… Things have been a little strange between us the past week, but I just want you to know that I’m not mad or anything." He sat down across the table. "I didn’t text you because I tried to give you space. I realised that it could seem like I’m trying to pressure you to make up your mind." "I did that too." It was still strangely awkward, but you just needed to say something. "Jungwon?" He looked back up at you from his phone. "I missed you so much." Your lips formed a straight line. Jungwon got up and gave you a warm hug, and without a word, you felt so much more comfortable. "I missed you too, sweetie." Just then the meeting room doors opened and more people came in. Jungwon didn’t sit back on his original chair, but now next to you. The meeting started about 3 minutes later.

Okay, so today we have arrangements. We need to plan the meetings, interviews, promotional activities, and the rest of the week so they fit into both Jungwon’s and Yn’s schedules. But first we have the big question. Jungwon and Yn wanted to take it into consideration to let them make their relationship public. What do we do?" Your manager started

Well, um, me and Jungwon took some time thinking about our opinions on it separately." You stated this, and Jungwon nodded next to you.

Okay, so what do you two think?"

"I was thinking about pros and cons for both scenarios. I came to the conclusion that, in my opinion, It’d be better if we went public."

Jungwon finally told me which decision he ended up with.

"Don’t you think that it’s more on the bad side to go public, though? The public is spreading rumours and isn’t making things easy for either of you." His manager spoke up.

"Of course the fact that the public is suspicious and spreading rumours about us isn’t good and would hurt our case, but they have in fact spread them for a while now, meaning that they have become a little normalised, which takes away the problem, plus my fans haven’t sent anything weird to live comments or anything like that, unlike when the rumours started a little over a week ago."

You stared as Jungwon defended his decision, and you couldn’t help but admire the way he was explaining everything. His hands waving in the air made cute gestures, and his brows moved up and down, making him look more convincing. His dimple popped up on his cheek at times when he was talking, and your mind told you to boop it with your finger, but then you heard your name being called out.

O-oh, yes, what?"

"Which choice do you find more smart?"

Oh, yes, well.. I thought about how our future in our careers would go in both directions, and I have to admit that our careers would suffer a little from going public, but then I thought about our future together, which has nothing to do with our careers. I realise that we can survive a little damage, no matter if it’s with our careers or not, or even a lot of damage, when we have each other. I assume also Jungwon’s but especially my career would get a little damage from either situation since being away from Jungwon would take a lot of energy and motivation from me. I learned that this week. I would be able to get through rumours, hate, scandals, and god knows what else if I had Jungwon by my side. So going public Is definitely my choice."

You nodded at your manager after letting your thoughts out, and he gave a quick glance at Jungwon, as did you. He was smiling cutely, and he looked back at you. "Well.. i guess if we can plan the rest of the week in this meeting, i guess that’s what we will do, unless our plans clash with going public. See, we haven’t planned anything where you two would have the opportunity to announce it."

"Well, we don’t have to do some big splashy reveal. We could just go live and tell everyone, or maybe walk hand in hand somewhere and let the news spread."

Ooh, does that mean I can post the cute picture I have of myself in your hoodie?" You turned to your boyfriend, who chuckled in response. "Not the best way to announce this," he said, patting your head, and you fake pouted. "Let’s discuss the reveal when you get better ideas; we need to do a lot more."

And so the meeting ended happily, just as you wanted it to. Jungwon and you walked out of the room, and he pulled you into a big hug again. "The explanation why you wanted to go public was so cute. God, I really do love you," you smirked, looking up at him while you were squished between his arms and chest. He gave you a quick peck, and you two had to leave to do your own work for the day.

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[emojifarm]

while i don't think you should feel obligated to share or reblog any emojis you don't want to, i think rethinking how you feel about MCYTbrs is important, since there's so many people on minecraft youtube.

minecraft is an endlessly popular game, and there's thousands or maybe even near millions of minecraft youtubers out there.

it's not MCYT in itself that's a problem, its the popular ones that get called out that are, but since minecraft (and minecraft youtube) is so popular, it seems like everyone in minecraft youtube is bad.

but i think you shouldn't say you "do not support those people in any sense.", since that continues the stigma against liking MCYT in general.

minecraft youtubers are just popular because minecraft is popular, there are so many minecraft youtubers that do so much good (ex, technoblade, who's helped raise so much money for sarcoma, even after his passing, and who's inspired and motivated many)

then again, people use MCYT to mean "the dream team and the abusive people they enable" instead of encompassing the many others who aren't even related to the dream team / dream SMP.

this is quite a rambly ask, but as someone who loves certain MCYTbrs, it's tiring to see people say they don't support any mcytbrs, when like... there's such a diverse population. there's some people who might count as minecraft youtubers who are minorities and who try to fight against bigotry and stuff and who don't do weird shit and to say MCYT in general includes them, even if you don't mean to.

although, again, you don't have to reblog any emojis you don't want to, especially since MCYT is a very large label and that CAN include people who are bad, and it's hard to know who's good and who's not, especially with youtubers in general since we only know the persona they put on, and how many there are that you probably know nothing about, let alone if they're an abuser or w/e, but... yeah.

i guess to me it's important since its like saying all actors are bad, when there's many actors who aren't bad people but there's a popular amount that are bad, n such. also mcyt just stands for minecraft youtube, or minecraft youtuber(s), so its like saying roblox youtubers or reaction youtubers, they're a category that has so, so many people that count under that. you can't say you don't support any of them.

unless you literally just dont like minecraft and dont support the game as a whole, or youtube itself as a whole, in which case i'd have more questions but it'd be more correct lmao. also sorry for the ramble i have opinions u dont have to answer this

I knew I'd get someone like this in my ask box when I put my opinion out there 🤦

1. There are literally clips out there of Technoblade saying slurs (including the N word) and him encouraging Dream to do things that have ultimately made others on the team uncomfortable and upset. You definitely need a better example than that. Someone being dead and/or giving to charity does not automatically make them a good person. I'm sure Shane Dawson also gives to charities. We all know JK Rowling does too. Doesn't make them good people.

2. I don't have the time, care, or interest to do research on every single MCYT and it's really only the popular ones that do get emojis of them (with some exceptions, obviously). I only know what I do about the Dream Team and those adjacent because of things I've seen on Tumblr, via friends talking on discord, and some of the YouTubers I watch breaking down the situations. (Also, this low-key comes off the same as "not all men". Like. Yeah, that's true, but that's not who I was referring to. Some of the MCYT I'm referring to aren't a part of the Dream Team either, so I feel comfortable using the broad term)

3. Also, the mansplaining wasn't necessary. I'm not an idiot that lives under a rock. I know what MCYT stands for. As I previously said, I'm not making a broad assumption. I'm just using that term to refer to the people that people think of with that term. To me that's a specific subset of Minecraft creators. I don't consider people that just so happen to do Minecraft videos or streams to fall under that. To me MCYT is just the big ones. It's a title. That's typically what people are referring to when they use that title

4. Also, I've literally played Minecraft and watched others play it on YouTube since it came out when I was like 10 years old. Again. I don't live under a rock. I've just put some distance between me and the creators because I keep hearing bad things. It's not that deep.

[chansabsfanclub]

could you do an nsfw alphabet with felix?? i always see weird ones with him whereas i always see him as a soft dom (not even a dom just very caring but in control of it still?)

Felix NSWF Alphabet

genre : suggestive smut, mostly gender neutral but Wild card is a fem/reader.

word count : 1479 warning : masturbation, suggestive contents a/n : thank you for requesting this, sorry it took me a bit to post but it's here!

Aftercare :

Felix's aftercare is pretty simple.  He'll clean you both up, grab the blankets and snuggle up with you for cuddles.  You both get really sleepy so you like to fall asleep right after.

Body Part :

He loves his voice, yes technically its not a body part, but he loves how weak it makes you, and when he whispers dirty things in your ear, you melt into his arms.  He loves your love handles, he loves holding them and feeling them, and he loves pulling you closer to him with them.

Cum:

He'll prefer to cum into a condom, he's not ready for a baby and hesitant to go raw incase of STI's.  But after a couple months of you two doing it, once in a while he'll go raw, and when he does he loves to cum all over your stomach.

Dirty Secret :

He secretly wants to try some non vanilla sex.  He wants to experiment a bit with ass slapping or choking or even hair pulling, or hard core dominating you.  He's too shy to bring it up though.

Experience :

I don't think he has a lot of experience, he's probably had a girlfriend here or there when he was younger and possibly had his first time, but that's it.  He would love you to have more experience, to show him how to do it and then he can take over, or for the two of you to learn about it together.

Favourite Position :

Cowgirl.  Even though you would be on top, he'd moving your hips and doing little thrusts into you at the same time.

Goofy : 

Felix would try and have fun in the bedroom, he'd be serious when you guys really got into it and we're close to finishing.  During foreplay and the lead up to it though, he would be teasing you and giggling at how flustered you'd get.

Hair :

He keeps it clean cut.  Not completely shaved but not crazy wild, just long enough that it doesnt prick you when you rub up against it.

Intimacy :

Out in public, Felix loves intimacy.  He loves holding your hand, not to show off but because he loves being attached to you.  He'll give you big hugs, but nothing too sexual.  He loves the cute little intimacy moments you two have.  In private he's alllll over you.

Jerking off :

Felix will do it twice or three times a week if he can find the time.  It's not super important to him, but if you send him a sexy little pic or video and it gets him in the mood, he'll send you a few pics back of his dick in his hand.

Kinks : 

He doesn't have many kinks that he knows of.  He likes being a soft dom to you, so one of his kinks would be if you held control with him, guided him at the same time as he guides you.  You're both in control of the other person to help them make you feel good, and you two work together to have amazing sex.

Location :

Felix prefers the privacy of your bedroom.  He'd be too embarrassed if someone caught you two doing those kinds of things, so he would make sure you guys had the privacy of a closed room before proceeding with sexual acts.

Motivation :

His biggest weakness is dancing.  If you sat him down and told him you had a surprise for him, dropped your clothes and did a little stripper dance or lap dance, he would have his hands all over you and unable to resist your body and the way it moved.

No :

Voyeurism is a huge no for Felix.  He wouldn't want anyone else to watch you or for you to watch other people.  He doesn't watch porn a lot, it makes him uncomfortable and he would prefer to just watch you.

Oral :

He loves it as foreplay.  He loves seeing you look up at him as you suck him off, or looking up at you as he gives you pleasure.  But he'd rather finish in you instead.

Pace : 

He likes soft and sensual paces at the start, but will quicken to a fast pace as you guys get closer to your ends.  Adding in a hard thrust every now and then to make you moan.

Quickie :

One of your favourite things to do.  If you two don't have a lot of time, he'll quickly fuck you before you have to go somewhere.  He always makes sure to keep a condom in his wallet incase you want to do one before leaving the house or apartment.

Risk :

He's not too risky because he's scared of being embarrassed or doing something weird and it doesn't work out to be good.  If there's something he's desperate to try though he's willing to take that risk.

Stamina :

Felix is a performer which gives him great stamina.  If you guys have time he will do you multiple times for hours.  He makes out at 3 rounds though, after that he's ready to take a break and just cuddle with you.

Toys :

Other than a pair of handcuffs or two, toys aren't a big thing for you two in the bedroom.  He likes to just focus on the actual sex and intimacy with you than be caught up in foreplay and sex toys.  He'll support you if you have your own vibrator or two to help with your own masturbation.

Unfair :

He likes teasing you when you get flustered over his his deep voice, especially when he's whispering naughty things to you and you turn bright red.  He'll step back and laugh at your tomato face, and kiss you all over.

Volume :

Felix mutters deep voiced curses under his breath while fucking you, he'll groan your name and let out breathy moans and he loves hearing your moans as well.  His volume is very low and deep, but there's always little groans of pleasure.

Wild Card (scenario):

Felix was working on a new dance late at night in the studio.  He was trying his best to figure out the moves and was checking the video on his phone consistently.  During one of his breaks to check the video, he received a snap from you.  He smiled and opened up the snap.

"Hey Lix, I miss you so much, and so does my body."  Reaf the text, and along with it was a video of you touching your body in the bath tub.  

"Fuck y/n you're so hot."  He groaned and automatically reached down to rub his dick which started to swell in his pants.

Hi titled his phone down and took a video of him rubbing his dick through his pants.  "You couldn't resist sending me that could you."

He continued to stroke his dick as he watched you open the snap and send a video back.

"I want your hands all over me."  He watched your hand trail down your body to your pussy, dipping a finger inside yourself and arching your back.

He reached his hand into his pants and started to jerk himself off to the video of you.  He took his own and sent it back.  You replied with a video of your own, rubbing your clit and fingering yourself faster.

He took his dick out of his pants and went to facetime, he called you and you picked up immediately.  

"Keep fingering yourself, imagine they're my fingers."  He said to you in his deep voice.

"I already am baby."  You moaned and flipped the camera over to show him.  He did the same to show you his dick.  

"You're so hot fuck."  He groaned and quickened his pace.  You did as well to match his.  You moaned watching his sticky semen release from his tip onto his hands, and he slowed down.  And soon after you reached your orgasm as well.

"Thank you for that baby."  You turned the camera back around to face your face and he did the same.

"I'll be back home soon for round two."  He winked which made you giggle.

"See you soon!"  You said and ended the call.  He smiled to himself and went to go clean up.

X-Ray :

I don't think he's too big, maybe 6 inches or just under.  His dick fits you perfectly though, and that's all that matters to you and him, his dick is perfect sized in your eyes. 

Yearning : 

Felix doesn't have too high of a sex drive.  He's down to do it whenever, but if it were him to initiate it, it wouldn't be as often.  He loves having sex with you though so he is happy to do it whenever you want to.

Zzz : 

You two will cuddle up together and fall asleep together pretty quickly.  It makes you two tiered and you love to fall asleep listening to each others heartbeats.  

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[jeidafei]

Komui's Lounge: Vol.28 (Part 2/4)

>> Part 1

Q5: A question about Krory’s Innocence! I assume his synchro rate peaked during his battle with Jasdero. If that’s alright with you, could you please let me know the exact number?

Lavi: You’re talking ‘bout back in the Ark? Since we weren’t present, we don’t really know, though.

Reever: We do have Krory’s report and Hoshino’s additional input for that. Let’s see…It’s been speculated that when his body was no longer able to move, and he left it behind to fight on using only his blood, his synchro rate likely surpassed 100. Krory also reportedly said, “It was because Eliade was by my side that I was able to achieve that state”, that it wasn’t solely his power.

Allen: Miss Eliade, eh…? He’s saying that the consciousness of an exorcised Akuma appeared to him? Such things do happen, huh…

Kanda: Could’ve just been an illusion he saw. It’s never been reported that an Akuma’s consciousness possesses abilities like that.

Lavi: Well, only Krorykins knows the truth.

Lenalee: But if that weren’t an illusion, then what a beautiful yet tragic story…

Reever: That was the only time Krory’s synchro rate has ever surpassed 100. Currently, he could only go so far as 90% even at his best. To be honest, though, fighting only with your blood is far too risky. As a friend, I just wish he wouldn’t pull that stunt ever again.

Q6: Since Lenalee has “cute shoes” as one of her favorite things, I wonder if she’s also collecting shoes in the hopes that she would get to wear them someday?

Lenalee: Ehehe. To be honest, I do feel like collecting them, but I’m good for now. My brother and the Science Division guys made me this little beauty to go with my uniform. And I’ve already decided I’ll see this war through with it.

Allen: I think it really suits you.

Lenalee: Thanks, Allen-kun. Besides, they’re very comfortable, too.

Lavi: Well, of course. Considering the unprecedented levels of motivation and sleep deprivation Komui and the Science guys were functioning on when working on them heels.

Reever: Haha! Well, we all knew Lenalee’s always dreamed of wearing normal shoes, after all. And now that she’s become a Crystal type, she finally gets to choose her shoes, so we ended up pushing ourselves way too hard, I guess. Since we’re all just a bunch of geezers, we went and surveyed the women in the Order and stuff. We also asked Kanda loads of things.

Kanda: Hmph……

Allen: Kanda, you say? What did you ask him?

Reever: Well, Kanda went on missions with Lenalee often. And every now and then he’d see Lenalee practically glued to the display windows of local shoe stores. So, we had him tell us what kind of shoes she was looking at. Thanks, Kanda.

Kanda: Shut up.

Q7: Back when Kanda first experienced a hangover headache, he mused, “so this is normal, huh”. So has Kanda had other similar experiences when he noticed changes to his body?

Kanda: Come to think of it……

Lavi: What is it? What is it?

Kanda: My hair’s gotten stiff lately.

Allen and Lavi: Huh???

Reever: Only that?

Kanda: Only that. If it gets uncomfortable, I could just cut the whole thing anyway, so it’s no big deal.

Lenalee: Don’t do that, Kanda! You can use my shampoo next time!

(T/N: Kanda washes his hair with soap.)

Kanda: I don’t need your damn shampoo. I’d better cu—

Lenalee: NEVER!!

Q8: I would like to know if Lavi can hold his liquor. As a Bookman, is he practicing abstinence or the like?

Lavi: Hmm...We’re not actually abstinent. More like physically, both Gramps and I don’t take well to alcohol. Looks like it’s the same with earlier Bookmen, too.

Allen: Really? Is that so?

Lenalee: Right…Even when we threw parties and stuff at the Order, Bookman only drank the non-alcohol variety, too. I’ve seen Jeryy ordering them specifically for Bookman.

Reever: Now that you’ve mentioned it, we have another question pertaining to the Bookman Clan: Are Bookmen allowed to have lovers?  For the sake of the word count, why don’t you answer this as well while you’re at it?

Lavi: Um. Not exactly lovers…I mean, like, you can have kids. Even Gramps’ got children of his own.

Allen and Lenalee: What’s the difference?

Lavi: Eh? (sweating)

Allen and Lenalee: WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE? (Pure, innocent eyes)

Kanda: ……

Lavi: Well…you know…Like, you gotta have children for the sake of the clan…but when it comes to lovers, you get attached to them, right? So, you must avoid that at all costs. Sorry, can we move on to the next question already? (sweating)

Q9: Emilia was accepted into the Order pretty easily. That must have had something to do with Timothy, right? For Exorcists and Finders, once you join the Order, there seemingly is no going back. Is that not the case for normal Order members?

Reever: Rank-and-file or not, all Order members are subjected to strict regulations. Since Timothy’s still very young, Emilia was easily accepted into the Order for the sake of his mental health, but Emilia has resolved to live in the Order until the end of the war for Timothy’s sake. Of course, all her contact with the outside world is now monitored, and her freedom is limited. And she’s still but a lass. A near impossible feat, if you ask me.

Lenalee: Emilia kept saying it’s nothing but, early on, she was very anxious from the looks of it. Head Chef Jeryy worries about her, and he’s inviting her to his tea party every week.

Allen: Indeed. It’s thanks in large part to Miss Emilia’s efforts that Timothy is doing well.

Q10: The Order's golems’ design varies from person to person. Does this mean they can be custom-made according to each person’s preferences?

Reever: Yeah, to some extent. If anything, we want you to grow fond of them and use them, after all!

Lenalee: And that sentiment keeps piling more on your workload, and you all end up pulling all-nighters, right?  (sweating)

Allen: There’s this one thing that’s been bugging me for so long. You know how Kanda’s golem keeps randomly bursting into tears? And what’s up with the mischief-making?

Lavi: I knoooow, right? You specifically ordered that, Yu?

Kanda: I didn’t do nothing, dammit. Didi and this idiot Reever and them lot friggin' went ahead and forced it onto me.

Reever: Aaah, naah. Really, hehe (sweating). Yes, Kanda here did ask for the default model with no customization, but then Didi was like, “I’ll give him the most gosh-darned sentimental golem ever, jeeerst you wait.” Then he basically went to town on it like a man possessed and customized it as he pleased. Added the tear function and all that.

Lenalee: Well, you were such an emotionless boy, Kanda, so Didi was worried for you.

Kanda: It’s none of his damn business.

>> Part 3

#d gray man #dgrayman #dgray #dgm #dgm vol 28 #komuislounge #komui's lounge

[depressopax]

Dale Cooper NSFW Alphabet

Part 3 - L - P

Fandom - Twin Peaks

|| Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content! MDNI! Words: 600 Summary: Part 3 of my "Dale Cooper NSFW alphabet challenge". L-P (Location, motivation, "No", oral, pace) English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || Masterlist || Request ||

(HOLY SHIT THE GIF GOT ME ACTING UP-)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed! Dale likes privacy. He wants you alone and to really take his time together with you. 

…And he wants to be able to cuddle afterwards. Homeboy tired af after sex lmao

It is also the most “hygienic” place. 

He is not a fan of doing it against a table etc

…His office is the only exception ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talking. He loves it when you tell him all the things you want to do with him/the things you want him to do to you.

In a modern time AU… I’d say nudes, too. 

Nothing better than getting nudes from you. It awkward, but he likes the thrill of you teasing him with sexy photos whilst he works. 

He blushes like crazy 

Dale would probably have a whole private album on his phone with you.

Not necessarily nudes, just any photo you look hot/cute in to keep his fantasies going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dale is pretty “vanilla” in bed.

Sure he likes trying new things nut he gets really shy and uncomfortable if it’s too kinky.

He wouldn’t enjoy anything to do with pain and blood. 

He hates the thought of seeing you in pain. It doesn’t matter if it’s part of the act, he wants to pleasure you - not hurt you.

Same thing goes for him. His job is dangerous enough in all they ways he can end up hurt. With you, he wants to feel safe and in bed he wants it to be all about pleasure and maybe intensity.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

LOVES giving.

Man… I could talk about this for hours.

…But I’m not gonna do that. Unless…

In your relationship, Dale was insecure at first.

But after the reactions from you when he used his oral skills - he was hooked.

He is amazed by how amazing he can make you feel, just by using his mouth and tongue.

He’s passionate doing it, too.

Slow, teasing movements and eye contact.

He likes it when you push him around a bit - like grabbing his hair, holding him in place or squeezing your thighs gently around his head etc etc…

He also knows how to use his hands during oral. Double pleasure it is 👀

Your moans, squirms and the way you taste on his tongue… Sometimes that’s honestly enough for him to cum undone. 

How can he not? Everything about the situation is arousing.

He’ll literally beg to go down on you. 

Yk what? Fuck it, Ima write headcanons for this. REMIND ME PLEASE, SOMEONE

Ofc he likes receiving too.

He’s not the head-pusher type. 

It’s totally up to you how you want to blow him. 

…Giving him heads under his desk when he does paperworks 👀

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers slow, sensual and loving.

He likes long, deep strokes and really savoring the feelings of being inside you.

This way, he can take in the feeling of your tightness and warmth, and feel your insides hug around his dick 

Although, fast and rough is a good way to release tension.

If you are more of a sub/bottom, he will not say no to fucking you hard and fast

…And he gives some DAMN GOOD (pun intended) aftercare after rough sex <3

If you are a dom/top, he will sometimes ask you to show him no mercy. 

Sometimes there’s no better stress-remedy than to get fucked dumb by the person he loves 🥹

*sigh* *opens character ai*

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[loudlooks]

Day 30 - Charlie Brown

A/N: Tiva, follow-up of day 29. Remembered the original goal of this challenge and ended up just going with it and adding more of an ending, it is what it is.

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of fall

Prompt: Charlie Brown

Word count: 944

At the knock on his front door, he turned, about to loudly state that the door was open, only to find Ziva nonchalantly walking in already. "Usually people wait a moment between knocking and entering."

Ziva shrugged, and walked over to where he was standing in the kitchen. "You invited me, and your door was unlocked." She tilted her head slightly. "It smells really good here, Italian?"

"I made us pizza."

Ziva raised an eyebrow.

He grinned sheepishly. "I made someone make us a pizza in exchange for money, it's practically the same thing when you think about it."

Ziva stared at him for a moment. "Tony, why did you invite me over?"

He licked his lips, and swallowed hard, this whole thing had seemed a lot easier and risk free around lunchtime. "To watch a good movie, while enjoying good food and good company." He poured two glasses of wine, managing not to spill anything under Ziva's scrutiny.

"A Snoopy cartoon?"

He locked eyes with her, realizing she had looked up the movie. "And Charlie Brown." He cleared his throat, wondering how much she knew about the story line. "It's a seasonal thing, holidays ..." He picked up both glasses and offered her one.

Ziva ignored the offer. "When are you going to tell me about your breakthrough?"

His stomach clenched, and he twisted his neck uncomfortably. Downing half a glass of wine, he regretted foolishly following his gut earlier in the day. Or had it been his heart?

He returned the glasses to the counter. "After the movie, the pizza, and at least one bottle of wine."

Ziva scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You are braver than this, Tony, just spit it out "

Tony frowned, unsure if she suspected his ulterior motive, or if she was simply tired and impatient.

Ziva looked at him in confusion. "Did I get that idiom wrong?"

He let out a half chuckle. "No, no, you got that right." He averted his eyes, looking anywhere but at her while trying to find the right words. And the courage.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "It's not that easy, Ziva."

"It can be,” she said tightly.

He locked eyes with her, the hopefulness in her eyes both confused and strengthened him. "It's complicated," he said in a gravelly voice, the potential of losing his best friend weighing heavy on his heart.

Her eyes seemed to dim as she glanced downwards for a moment. With a self-conscious smile she met his gaze again. "Because I am complicated."

A jolt of confusion, closely followed by panic ran through his mind. He grabbed hold of her right hand, and caressed her cheek with his other. "No," he said hoarsely, shaking his head. "It's because I'm terrified of losing you." He dropped her hand so he could cup her face with both hands. "I have had to live without seeing you every day, Ziva, without the prospect of ever seeing you again." Letting out a scoff, he added, "And we weren't even..." He blinked slowly and swallowed hard. Lowering his forehead to hers, he quietly said, "I don't want to go through that again."

Ziva placed the palms of her hands on his chest, calming his frantic heart. "You won't."

He pulled back to meet her eyes. "You don't know that."

She bit her bottom lip, then smiled softly. "We agreed to be more open with each other."

Tony nodded.

"And we do not have to rush into anything, we can slowly get used to being around each other 24/7, take things one day at a time."

He took a deep breath, briefly focusing on her hands above his fluttering heart. "You realize you're going to have to start telling me things, right?"

Her fingers lightly grasped at his shirt as she took a deep breath. "I know."

"Even if you think they might hurt me." He raised an eyebrow. "Or endanger me."

Ziva nodded. "I am trying."

Tony sighed, and gently kissed her forehead. “I know.” He pulled her into a tight embrace, and her arms wrapped around him easily as she seemed to sink into him.

“Do we have to watch the cartoon?” she said against his chest a few moments later.

He chuckled. “No, you kind of skipped over the lead up I needed and went straight to the happy ending.”

Ziva loosened her hold on him just enough to meet his eyes. “Charlie Brown gets the girl?”

He smiled softly. “Yeah, imagine that.”

Her tongue darted out briefly, and she bit her bottom lip. “So, what do you want to do now?”

“The pizza’s getting cold.”

“It can be reheated.”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “Sounds to me like you know exactly what we should be doing.”

Ziva grinned widely and pulled his head down, kissing him slowly until he was breathless.

He resisted the need to continue exploring her with his mouth, his hand caressed her cheek and neck on its own volition. “I thought you wanted to take things slow?”

“We can make out slowly,” she said in a throaty voice, eyes sparkling.

“Can you?” He licked his lips, still tasting her on them, and nudged her nose with his. “I vividly remember you trying to eat me alive a few months after we first met.“

Ziva pulled back slightly to look at him with hooded eyes full of desire and glee. “That was not real.”

“Felt real to me,” he said huskily against her mouth, as he pulled her hips flush against his, sending a tingle down every nerve ending.

“Oh,” Ziva breathed, claiming his mouth once more. “I vividly remember that.”

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tagging @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus, @indestinatus, @happygirl-0408

#tiva fanfiction #30 days of fall #my fanfiction #i did it #30 stories in 30 days #although technically it's 28 because two of them ended up being a two-parter hmmm #don't quite remember when i started posting but i think i managed that in 30 days too #at least it's still autumn #now i can stress myself out over a spring challenge the next few years

[kunikinnie]

a/n: sort of going along the lines of "Search" i wrote a while back but just this bit and with Chuuya this time taglist: @stygianoir, @irethepotato, @kisara-16reblogs, @thatdazaikin, @dazaee

warnings: some profanity, not proofread lol

stupor

The alcohol in your system hadn't quite disappeared yet, so you continued strolling around the bay walk alone.

Well, with a less drunk Chuuya making sure you don't do anything stupid.

"Tch. Should have made you drink more so I can just drag you home."

"But the night's so lovely!" You exclaimed while throwing both arms in the air. "You can go home if you want, I'll be fine."

"What kind of friend will leave you alone like this?!"

You continued to stumble across the sidewalk. If he hadn't grabbed your shirt, you might have fallen face first into the pavement. An annoyed and affectionate scolding somehow sobered you up a bit, it seems, as you leaned on the cold metal railing and faced the open sea.

Not a single word of his entered your brain, however. He wasn't even done talking when you interrupted him.

"I miss it."

It didn't take long for Chuuya to realize what you were referring to. "Don't you mean him?"

"No..." you trailed off, your half-lidded eyes still staring at the foggy horizon. "It's not the person. It's more... the feeling. You know, being in love?"

His head almost sharply turned to face you. He had an inkling you might have felt that way, but hearing it directly from you still hit him differently. What should he answer to that?

"I can get behind that, yeah."

You smiled goofily at his reply. "Aww, thanks Chuuya."

"Just... don't fall in love with just anyone. You'll get your heart broken again and if that happens-"

Mine will be broken too.

"You'll whoop my ass, I know, I know."

Sometimes he wonders if you're truly intoxicated or just toying with him. It was impossible for you to bring up these sorts of things and respond somewhat sincerely; the times when you seem so vulnerable are his weakest moments as well.

"Carry me. My foot hurts."

At first he thought you were just being dramatic, but he realized that your fall earlier must have made walking uncomfortable for you - hence the leaning on the railing.

Without hesitation he scooped you up into his arms and continued to walk. The long silence made him worry that you noticed just how hard his heart was beating or wonder why he didn't just use his ability - fortunately, it seems that your exhaustion just finally caught up with you.

"Thanks Chuuya. I owe you one."

Your gratitude and smile is all the motivation he needed to do these things for you. It didn't matter if there came a time that you'd feel the same way for someone else; his loyalty to you will remain unmatched.

But enough of that for now. He needs to relish this moment before the stupor fades away.

#bsd #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you