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Garden of Secrets [14] - Dahlias

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

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

Summary: Weddings are a celebration of love.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex, panic attacks, anxiety.

Word Count: 5700

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All things considered, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that you couldn’t sleep the night before your wedding day.

It wasn’t as if you thought you’d be calm about it, but waking up gasping was not something you thought you could ever get used to. Everyone else except you was excited beyond words, but the only thing you could feel was pure, freezing fear.

But you had to keep it together. You knew you had to.

You needed to convince everyone that you were madly in love after all.

It felt as if you hadn’t stopped clenching your teeth since last night and your whole body was so tense that your muscles were starting to hurt. The skin on your palms was already irritated because of how hard you had been digging your fingernails into it, and that lump in your throat was getting bigger and bigger with each second, making it hard to swallow.

“Oh Benny is going to die when he sees you!” Charlotte’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you stole a look at her while trying to move your head as little as possible so that your maid could finish doing your hair soon. Josie and Bess were ready and Bess looked almost gleeful while Josie was in deep thought after having asked you multiple questions for the whole morning. You could hear your aunt rushing through the hallway every couple of minutes, no doubt panicking about something but so far, your uncle had managed to solve every tiny issue that made her nervous.

“Have you had a chance to talk to him?” you asked Charlotte and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Not today.”

“Yesterday?”

“Yes, he was very nervous,” Charlotte said. “I don’t think he sat down the whole time I was there, he was just pacing.”

“Oh that’s understandable,” Bess mused. “I’m sure he’s as excited as you are Y/N.”

“Probably,” you managed to say and Josie tilted her head as if she was trying to hear your thoughts but before she could say anything, your maid retrieved her hands from your hair.

“It’s finished my lady.”

A soft look crossed Josie’s gaze as you stood up and you walked to the full length mirror to see yourself better, your reflection making you pause for a moment.

The creamy white wedding gown looked absolutely beautiful, so beautiful that you could hardly believe it was in fact yours. The soft tulle over the silky skirts was embellished with small leaves scattered along the fabric and the bust was embroidered with tiny budding flowers, starting at the waist and carefully following the cleavage to the short sleeves. The thin crown over your head that held your veil back had the same shade of fresh flowers over it, and the whole outfit was so ethereal that it made you look like a lady from those nature poems, someone who belonged to sunlight and trees and flowers.

“You look so beautiful!” Bess said and Josie offered you a warm smile.

“You really do, Clover.”

“I feel very emotional already,” Charlotte said and you stole look at your maid.

“Thank you Paula,” you said and turned your head when someone knocked on the door in a haste.

“Can I see? Can I?” Teddy’s voice reached inside and you felt a smile pulling at your lips.

“Come in Teddy.”

The door opened and Teddy rushed inside, then his jaw dropped.

“You look so pretty!” he said and you crouched down to hug him.

“Thank you,” you said, fixing the collar of his jacket. “You look like a handsome gentleman, does he not Josie?”

“Oh absolutely,” Josie said and Teddy giggled.

“And you also look very pretty Miss Harlowe!” he said and Charlotte ruffled his hair.

“You’re the sweetest boy, Teddy.”

“Clover?” your uncle’s voice carried into the room before he appeared by the doorframe. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought you had seen a glint of tears in his eyes and he let out a breath.

“My dearest, you look absolutely stunning,” he said and pointed back with his thumb. “Your aunt seems to believe they will start the wedding without you if we don’t get to the chapel soon though.”

Your stomach did a painful flip. “Oh?” you asked. “I’m…I’m ready.”

Your uncle looked around the room and took his glasses out of the inner pocket of his waistcoat to clean it with his handkerchief, a habit that signaled he was deep in thought; you could recognize it by now.

“Can we have a moment please?” he asked and Josie nodded while Bess immediately stood up along with Charlotte. Teddy reached up to take Josie’s hand, making her smile wide as you gave the bouquet to Charlotte, and one by one everyone else left the room, leaving you there with your uncle.

“Marriage advice?” you asked, trying to ignore the lump lodging itself into your throat and he chuckled.

“Just making sure,” he said. “Are you certain you want this, Clover?”

No, you wanted to say. No I don’t want this, I am terrified, please, please get me away.

But instead of saying any of that, you willed a smile on your face and nodded. “I am.”

“And you have no second thoughts about this wedding?”

You shook your head this time, clasping your hands together behind you so that he wouldn’t see how hard you were clenching them.

“Not at all,” you managed to say. “I’m in love.”

His eyes searched yours before he held up his hands, gesturing surrender.

“Very well,” he said. “Then I’d say it’s time to go.”

“…Actually, can I have a second?” you asked after a beat. “I want to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”

“Of course, I’ll see you downstairs,” he said and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. As if on cue, a gasp got stuck in your throat and your legs finally gave out, making you fall on your knees. You clutched at your throat, forcing yourself to fix your breathing and closed your eyes for a moment, swallowing thickly.

“Pull it together,” you muttered to yourself, opening your eyes, and pushed yourself off your knees to stand up, then threw your shoulders back and walked out of the room.

The interesting thing about fear was that it basically turned you into a machine.

You were quite familiar with this. After all, back in that hellhole you called home, neither you nor Josie would ever lose yourselves in fear. It was like falling back into an old habit, no matter how much panic was rushing through your veins, you managed to keep your expression still and completely calm. For the whole road until the chapel, you could barely hear anything from the echo of your heartbeat in your ears but eventually you got to the destination and walked up the marble stairs into the church. While you waited for everyone from your family to be seated except your uncle who would be walking you down the aisle, you leaned back to the wall, biting inside your cheek.

“Are you alright?”

Your head shot up and you tried to gulp down the nervousness, pressing your lips together as you nodded, still picking at the flowers in your bouquet. You had decided on the tuberoses, thinking it would be some sort of an inside joke but even that wasn’t enough to distract you.

“Mm hm,” you muttered and your uncle cleared his throat.

“You can say it if you’re nervous Clover,” he said. “I was very nervous on my wedding day.”

You pulled your brows together. “What were you nervous for?”

“Marrying the most beautiful and amazing lady in the ton is bound to put some pressure on a person,” he said with a small smile. “Which is what Mr. Bridgerton and I have in common, I’m sure.”

You nibbled on your lip and took a deep breath.

“Uncle?”

“Yes dear?”

“What if—” you paused for a moment, the words getting stuck in your throat before you willed them out. “You and auntie were lucky. What if my marriage turns out to be nothing like yours? What if it’s more like…”

You trailed off, the mere thought enough to give you goosebumps and you could tell that he understood what you meant even if you didn’t finish your sentence. He shook his head fervently.

“I would never let that happen,” he said. “I promise you that. No one will ever hurt you no matter what position they hold in your life.”

You knew it was supposed to put your heart at ease, but you were beginning to feel nothing could at this point. No matter what your uncle told you, that small whisper in your head refused to go away.

You were walking into a burning house and no one else could see the flames other than you.

“Right,” your voice came out as a whisper before you cleared your throat and nodded fervently. “I know. Thank you.”

Your uncle stole a look inside and turned to you.

“Are you ready?”

You didn’t even notice you were rubbing at your wrist but that slight sting on the bridge of your nose that spread down to your throat was a telltale sign of the tears that were about to follow, and you couldn’t afford to break down here, someone would be able to tell something was wrong.

You could cry when you were by yourself, just not now.

“Yes,” you managed to say and put your arm on his arm. “Let’s go.”

He squeezed at your hand for a moment as if he wanted to assure you and you both stepped in, people turning their heads to look at you immediately. Though he was right there on the steps to the left of the priest, Benedict noticed the movement in the chapel and he turned around, his gaze turning softer the moment it fell on you, staring at you like he was enchanted.

Even through the mind-numbing fear you could still notice just how handsome he looked and a tiny spark of warmth shot through you, but it soon disappeared as the unstoppable wave of fear rushed through your system, turning your insides cold again.

Just a couple of steps left.

You didn’t even have to speak, all you had to say was “I do” and then—

Then a lifelong of misery and torture.

You blinked back the tears as you and your uncle reached the altar and your uncle went to sit beside your aunt while you took your place beside Benedict, Charlotte giving you a bright smile before fixing your veil and rushing back to stand by the steps of the altar as the maid of honor. You could feel Benedict’s gaze on you but you had a feeling you would break down crying if you so much as turned your head, so instead you looked up at the priest who cleared his throat, and started on his speech.

You honestly had no idea about the specifics of the speech or whether he had added anything else, because you could hardly hear anything due to the blood rushing in your ears, making your hearing almost muffled. Your heart felt like it was being squeezed right in your chest, the acid burning your throat but even through that haze of panic, the slight brush of Benedict’s hand over the back of your own hand snapped you out of your thoughts, making you turn your glances at him.

It was almost strange how you two had learned how to communicate with each other without really saying anything out loud in such a short time. He offered you a small smile as if trying to assure you or calm you down, and you swallowed thickly, a tiny, sad smile curling your lips as well before you turned back to the priest.

“…Will you love her, comfort her, honour and keep her—”

Breathe.

You had to keep breathing.

“I will,” Benedict’s voice was stronger than what you assumed yours would be. The priest nodded and turned to you, but your heart was beating so loudly in your ears that you could hardly pick up the first part of his question.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Focus.

“…So as long as you both shall live?”

You swallowed thickly, your sight blurry because of tears and took a deep breath, your answering coming out as a rasp;

“I will.”

A tear escaped from your eye and your hand shot up to quickly wipe at it, but it was the least of your problems.

Everyone except you and Benedict was going to think it was tears of happiness anyway.

The wedding breakfast was to be held in the Bridgerton House, and there were a lot of guests for some reason but it shouldn’t have been surprising for you considering how popular Bridgertons were. You hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to Benedict which sort of made him the only person you hadn’t talked to, because it seemed that all the guests had many questions for you; how you had come up with the idea of a floral gown, where you would be going for your honeymoon, and whether or not Teddy was looking forward to the little nieces and nephews he would play with.

The panic was still bubbling in your stomach but thankfully Josie had come to drag you away from them.

“Thank you,” you said and she scoffed.

“You’re welcome. We should kick them out at this point, honestly.”

“I don’t think that’d be considered polite, Josie.”

“Maybe not but that’s what they’re asking for.”

You heaved a sigh and looked around. “Where’s Teddy?”

“With Andrew. He keeps saying we need to adopt him and came up with the idea of Teddy staying with us half the year and the other half he can stay with uncle and auntie.”

“Really?”

“He wants to buy him a horse to bribe him,” Josie said. “When I reminded him that Teddy is six, he changed it into a pony.”

You smiled softly. “Teddy would love a pony, but he can’t stay with you half the year.”

“Mm hm, go tell Andrew that—auntie wants to see you by the way. Upstairs, second room.”

“Why?”

“So that you won’t be unprepared for your wedding night.”

You could feel your heart dropping to your stomach but you had to remind yourself to not show it on your expression.

“I already know.”

“I said something similar but she wants to talk to you—”

“Miss Y/N,” Anthony’s voice cut through and made you turn your head. “Lady Walcott.”

“Lord Bridgerton.”

“Have you seen Benedict?”

You looked around. “He’s not here?”

He scoffed. “Apparently not, since I’m here asking you.”

You narrowed your eyes, opening your mouth to retort but Josie beat you to it.

“Well if by ‘asking her’ you mean interrupting a conversation, yes you did,” she said. “We were in the middle of something in case it has escaped your notice.”

Anthony pulled his brows together. “I beg your pardon?”

“My pardon is not granted,” Josie said. “We haven’t seen him and for future reference, you should be careful not to appear impolite with my sister. This is my first and last warning, there will not be another.”

Anthony gawked at her and Josie rolled her eyes as she turned to you.

“Honestly Clover, can’t say I approve but as long as Benedict makes you happy…” she trailed off. “I’ll go and find Bess, go to auntie.”

With that, she walked away from both of you and you repressed a smile at the look of complete shock on Anthony’s face.

“You threw that viper insult around way too early, I bet I look like a nice person now,” you pointed out and Anthony frowned.

“Benedict told you.”

“I honestly don’t care what you think of me,” you shrugged your shoulders. “You don’t like me, I don’t like you either, not a huge surprise. I haven’t seen Benedict but Charlotte is nowhere to be found either so I’m guessing they’re together somewhere.”

Anthony blinked a couple of times. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Are you?” you asked back and Anthony’s eyes snapped to yours, a look of surprise etched over his features but it was gone immediately. You scoffed.

“I really don’t like conversing with you so I’m going to find my aunt now,” you stated. “But Josie has a point; don’t interrupt me again or demand answers in that manner.”

You walked away from him, leaving him there completely dumbfounded as you climbed the stairs and looked around, then approached the second door and knocked it.

“Auntie?”

“Come in dear!” she called out and you opened the door, then stepped inside. She was by the window, watching the people in the garden and you leaned back to the door.

“Josie mentioned…” you started, your throat dry all of a sudden. “But that’s not really—um—”

“Let’s sit down first,” she said gently and went to sit by the bed. You shifted your weight, then pushed yourself off the door to sit next to her.

“I’m not sure what your mother told you about marriage.”

You shook your head fervently. “She wasn’t really a mother to me,” you said. “Or Josie for that matter. But she…um, inadvertently taught me some things about how marriage works.”

Her eyes found yours and she gave you an understanding smile.

“Yours will be nothing like your parents’ marriage my dearest.”

But we don’t know that, you wanted to say. We just don’t know that.

“Benedict is a good man, and you always have me and your uncle,” she assured you, reaching out to hold your hand and you squeezed it, trying to smile.

“Thank you.”

“I’m very certain you will have an incredibly happy marriage,” she said and cleared her throat. “And most of the time, that begins with the wedding night.”

The fear churned your stomach but you took a deep breath.

“You don’t really have to explain what happens on the wedding night,” you said. “I already know.”

She raised her brows. “Do you?”

“Oh no I haven’t—” you shook your head again. “Not personally but…Countryside is not like here and Josie had a couple of close friends and some of them were married. They described it quite well.”

“And what did they say?”

“A lot of things,” you said, turning the wedding band around your finger while you bit inside your cheek. “It’s um—it’s a rather unpleasant aspect of marriage, as if there are any pleasant ones.”

“Clover that’s not true,” she said hastily. “I’m sorry for those poor girls, but I can assure you it is not unpleasant at all.”

You scoffed a laugh and shot her a look, and she tilted her head.

“You and Benedict are in love,” she said and you bit at your tongue, dropping your glances into your lap as you nodded.

“Yeah,” you muttered. “We are.”

“So why is it so hard to believe your husband who’s very much in love with you will make it pleasant for you?”

Your husband.

Right. Benedict was your husband now, and you were—

You were married. This had actually happened.

You tried to swallow the nervous lump in your throat and took a deep breath.

“Yeah,” you managed to say and stood up, desperate to get out of the room. “I should probably find my uh—Benedict, I should find Benedict because I haven’t seen him and people were looking for him and—” you motioned with your hands. “Yeah. Thank you so much auntie.”

You pulled the door open and stepped out, then made your way downstairs so that you could pass the foyer and go outside for some fresh air but before you could reach the front door, you heard someone saying your name and turned your head.

“Andrew,” you said. “Hello.”

Andrew tilted his head, his eyes searching your face. “Are you alright?” he asked. “You look…”

Your heart was beating in ears so loud that for a second you thought he could surely hear it, but you dug your nails into your palm and nodded as the room started spinning around you.

“Yeah,” you said through your teeth. “Uh huh, I’m fine. It’s just been a long day.”

That familiar heat started climbing up from the nape of your neck to your whole head, the pounding in your temples starting to get worse as you felt pins and needles on the back of your head. You raised your hand to rub at your eyes but it was trembling so bad that Andrew instantly took a step towards you.

“Let’s get you sit down and I’ll get Jo, how about that?”

“I um…” you blinked a couple of times and reached out to rest your hand against the wall as your vision started getting blurry from the edges. “No need for that, I’m absolutely fi—”

And as if someone blew a candle, everything went black.

The first thing you noticed when you came to your senses was just how badly your head was hurting and how the multiple voices speaking in the room was not making it any better.

“I can assure you Mr. Bridgerton, there’s nothing to worry about—”

“She has passed out, I’d say there’s plenty to worry about!”

“Benny, maybe we should listen to the doctor.”

“Apparently we shouldn’t!”

“You’re certain she’s fine?”

“Quite certain, Lord Thorne.”

“I’ll just send for another doctor—”

“Or maybe listen to this one first?”

“No no, I agree with Benedict. We should send for another doctor.”

“Lady Walcott, it is possible that today has been quite overwhelming for your sister.”

“Doctor, I’m about to overwhelm someone in this room if my sister doesn’t wake up in the next—”

You let out a groan and forced yourself to open your eyes even if it felt like they weighed a ton. The voices ceased immediately and Benedict stopped pacing in the room to rush to your side.

“Y/N?”

“I’m fine,” you managed to mutter but it came out so drowsy that it apparently did nothing to assure anyone in the room. Josie sat by your other side while your aunt let out a relieved breath that sounded like a sob, and your uncle wrapped his arm around her as if trying to reassure her. “If everyone could just stop talking, it would be much better though.”

Charlotte offered you a small smile and Anthony stole a look at her before turning to you and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was worried.

“Are you sure?”

“Quite sure.” You nodded at Andrew. “And sorry about that.”

Andrew waved a hand in the air. “You almost gave me a heart attack but since the doctor is here it’s fine. We’ll just keep him close.”

“Have you eaten anything today Y/N?” Lady Bridgerton asked and you frowned.

“I…didn’t get the chance.”

“Oh thank God, that explains it,” Daphne said as she exhaled, “I’ll tell the maids to bring you something to eat.”

“Tell them to bring juice as well, Daphne.” Lady Bridgerton said and Daphne nodded, and left the room in a rush. The doctor cleared his throat.

“If we could clear out the room please?”

Josie looked like she wanted to argue but you shot her a look, silently telling her to drop it. She heaved a sigh as your aunt came to kiss the top of your head then left with your uncle after he squeezed your shoulder in an assuring manner.

“Fine…” Josie murmured and walked out of the room with Andrew and Charlotte pressed her lips together.

“I’ll find Teddy and tell him you’re alright, he’s with Bess,” she said and left the room with Anthony quickly following her. Lady Bridgerton offered you a small smile.

“We’re right outside,” she said and closed the door behind her, leaving you with Benedict and the doctor. You glanced at Benedict before looking at the doctor and pushed yourself to sit up in the bed, Benedict making a move to help you but you shook your head.

“I’m fine,” you said. “Just…”

“Excitement?” the doctor offered and you snapped your fingers.

“Yeah, that. Wedding and all.”

“Well you will be happy to hear you’re absolutely not the first bride to faint on their wedding day, Mrs. Bridgerton,” he said and the new name was so foreign to you -and apparently to Benedict as well- that you both stole a look at each other before you remembered to turn to the doctor. “Excitement and lack of food is not a good combination.”

“But you’re alright?” Benedict asked, as if trying to convince himself and you nodded.

“You heard him. Apparently it’s quite fashionable.”

The doctor put a small vial on the bedstand. “Lavender for the nerves,” he said and you reached out to take the vial into your hand to look at it.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. Make sure not to leave the bed until you ate and drank something,” he said and glanced at Benedict. “And I would avoid any strenuous activity at least until tomorrow.”

You could feel your face burning at the implication and the tips of Benedict’s ears went slightly pink as he raised his brows, then nodded.

“Y-yeah, of course.”

Everyone in the room knew what he was actually talking about and you felt like slipping deeper into the covers but you dragged your fingernail on the silky covers, following the patterns. The doctor grabbed his bag and bowed.

“Do send for me if this happens again,” he said. “Congratulations for the wedding.”

He walked out of the room, making you frown for a second before the realization hit you; you were married now, of course you could stay alone without a chaperone.

You put the vial back in the nightstand and Benedict let out a breath.

“Jesus Christ.”

You heaved a sigh, rubbing at your wrist absentmindedly. “That was subtle.”

“As subtle as a brick through the window,” Benedict murmured and his blue eyes flitted over your face, worried. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head, the familiar panic twisting at your stomach. This was the first time you two were alone as a married couple and even if you knew nothing would happen -this was his family’s house after all- it still did nothing to extinguish the fire of complete fear burning at your throat.

Somehow, a small part of you was trying to convince you the fear was nonsense though. It was Benedict, and he had promised—

Right. Promised.

Dear God, you were a goddamn idiot if you were just going to take his word for it, especially now that he was your husband and was allowed to do whatever he wanted.

“No,” you heard the word leaving your lips as all your muscles tensed up again. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

You didn’t even notice your eyes flickering at the door before snapping back to his face but he caught it. A look of realization dawned on his face and he pulled back slightly, clearing his throat.

“Something has changed, has it not?”

Your answer came way too fast. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do,” he insisted. “I’ve never seen you as terrified as you were back at the altar and you’ve never looked at me like this before, ever.”

Your jaw clenched. “Like what?”

“Like you’re waiting for something bad to happen.”

You were beginning to think that Benedict being this observant would never stop surprising you. Even after all these weeks, you were still not used to him noticing the tiniest things about you, things almost everyone around you would not even think twice about.

You were a good liar yes, but Benedict was a much better observer.

It did not mean you wouldn’t try though.

“I’m just tired,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. “You heard the doctor. Excitement and everything.”

A sad smile pulled at his lips before he scoffed a bitter laugh, and at the worst time possible you noticed for the millionth time just how handsome he was.

“Right,” he said. “I’ll leave you to your rest then.”

For some reason that sent a pang of pain through your chest but you pursed your lips and nodded, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m guessing you won’t tell me but please at least tell someone if you need anything,” Benedict said and walked out of the room, leaving you there. That pang in your chest, right in your heart seemed to heighten and you gritted your teeth, then slipped deeper into the covers with a sigh.

Lady Bridgerton and your family refused to let you out of their sight the whole day but when the night fell you knew you and Benedict were supposed to go to your new home. Even though you felt short of breath even thinking about it, you could only delay it for so long, so eventually you and he got on the carriage and departed from Bridgerton home after saying goodbye to your family.

Teddy had looked like he was on the verge of tears but both you and Josie had assured him that you would see him tomorrow. Though it broke your heart to leave him alone like that, you were so glad he had Josie to console him along with your aunt and uncle until tomorrow. Thankfully you had met the staff earlier in the week so there wasn’t going to be any introductions tonight. Neither you nor Benedict had talked for the whole road and normally you wouldn’t be bothered by the silence but now—

It just felt uncomfortable.

Benedict helped you out of the carriage when it stopped in front of the house and you saw the staff by the stairs. You smiled at them and after a short greeting both you and Benedict climbed up the stairs to get inside.

It still felt surreal that you were going to live here as the lady of the house but even that wasn’t enough to get rid of the tension all over your body.

The wedding night.

It was fine. It was going to be fine; you could handle it, of course you could. Josie’s friends had told you it didn’t take that long to be over so you were going to be fine.

At least you weren’t one of those clueless poor idiots in the ton. You knew very well what would happen, and no matter how unpleasant it was to be, after it was over you were just going to go back to your room and…

Nothing some sleep couldn’t fix, you were guessing. And considering how every married couple in the ton was doing it, it couldn’t be that difficult, just a chore if anything.

You could swear you were feeling lightheaded again from the panic but you dug your fingernails into your palms and took a deep breath, then carefully gathered your skirts so that you wouldn’t trip on them on your way upstairs.

Benedict only turned to you when you both reached the hallway your rooms were in and you cleared your throat.

“So how do we—” you mentioned between you. “Where do I go?”

Benedict tilted his head. “You said you wanted your own room.”

“I clearly want my own room,” you said quickly, your heart beating in your ears. “I do, I just…do I go to your room or do you come to mine? I’m not very familiar with—with the arrangement.”

An almost amused smile curled his lips and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I told you before, that will not take place if you do not want it to,” he said. “Do you?”

You could feel your whole face burning, that familiar flame of desire shooting through you but it was soon smothered by the cold fear tightening your throat. You swallowed thickly, looking up at him and his blue eyes turned soft before he took a deep breath.

“I’ll see you at breakfast,” he said, making you frown.

“…What?”

“Good night Y/N,” he said as he walked to his room, leaving you were completely dumbfounded. He closed the door behind him and you blinked a couple of times, still trying to wrap your mind about what had happened just now.

You slowly made your way to your own room and closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to glance around the room. The door on the other side of the room connecting it to Benedict’s room caught your attention immediately and you licked your lips, fidgeting in your spot for a moment before you approached it, leaning your ear to the wood so that you could hear what was happening. There was the sound of shuffling which made you think perhaps he was getting undressed for bed and even the thought was more than enough to make the fire over your face worse, so you immediately pulled back and locked this door as well, grimacing at the sound the key made in the lock. The movement in the other room stopped for a moment and you nibbled on your lip, then took a deep breath.

“Good night,” you said not even knowing whether he heard you or not, then stepped back from the door in a haste.

He had stayed true to his word. Contrary to what you thought, he had made no move to consummate your marriage, not even a kiss—

Even if you didn’t really mind the idea of a kiss from him, not at all. The memory of his lips on yours sent that familiar warmth through you, desire hitting you out of nowhere and you shook your head, trying to pull your thoughts together.

You walked to the full-length mirror, then started unlacing your dress with nimble fingers and took it off, your corset following soon. Letting out a breath, you walked to the bed and flung yourself on it, pressing your palms into your eyes before you let your arms drop to your sides.

Very well then.

This was not the first time Benedict Bridgerton surprised you, and you had a feeling it would not be the last either.

Chapter 15

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@corrodedhawkins Melissa this is for you *smooches* I hope it doesn't suck I'm tipsy kinda and it's past 2am so ofc unedited, unbetaed, mistakes are all mine and all that jazz ✨

this is 7.7k words of where the fuck did that come from

SMUT, minors dni!!!, fingering, slight perv!Eddie if you squint?

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It's been a long week for you and it's only Tuesday. You kinda don't want to go to the hideout after the absolutely atrocious day you just had, but you know that your best friend Eddie would pout at you for days if you don't show up so after getting home from work you literally grab the first clean thing that isn't work clothes off the floor, snag your leather jacket and make your way to corroded coffins favourite (and only) venue to play.

There's a few more people than usual hanging around and after not having eaten much during the day the large beer you get makes you feel pretty light - headed in an instant. You sway to the music and smile up at Eddie a few times, but tiredness is already creeping up to you and you can feel exhaustion seep into your bones. But it's tuesday, so it's eddie day, and you really can't bail on him, you see him too little anyways ever since starting that office job as a junior secretary in training. So you stifle a yawn and push through it, hoping Eddie doesn't notice, but ofc he does. It's the reason he is extra speedy packing up after they've played their set and it's the reason he softly stirs you through the trailer by your shoulders upon arrival, in a beeline to his room. Where you plop down on the bed and just sit there, kinda staring into nothing while he rummages around the room, putting away this and that. When he is finally done and comes back to you, your eyes are almost closed, that's how tired you are.

And you're tense, in your shoulders and your back. "long day?", he asks in that soft voice of his and you can just nod, hiding another yawn behind your hand. "Let's go to sleep then shall we" you agree with a vague noise, but don't move the tiniest bit. "princess, you gotta help me a little here if you wanna go to bed." instead of an answer, you raise your arms above your head and mutter a small "please". Eddie is unsure at first, but then leans in and peels your hoodie off of you, as gently as possible. Your head with ruffled hair appearing from underneath it makes him chuckle regardless. He thinks that's it, but your arms go up in the air again. "off, please", you mutter, and he coule swear his heart is going a hundred beats a minute. Your T-Shirt has ridden up already and he can see the pale skin of your tummy. He can feel his hands get slightly clammy... And his jeans uncomfortably tighten.

His best friend is asking him to help undress them. The same best friend he's been having a crush on for an eternity. The same best friend he never quite closes his eyes on when they have to change infront of him. Oh, god. He will spontaneously combust, he knows it. Still, he bites down on his lip and makes work of your shirt. As soon as he sees your bra he averts his eyes. They land on a clean version of his hellfire shirt and he leans forward, grabs and shoves it into your direction in one swift motion, not daring to look your way especially as he hears more rustling that sounds like the last garment coming off (and a shirt being pulled on), in fear he might die on the spot if he sees your bare tits right in front of his face. When you softly squeeze his shoulder, his face has turned a pinkish lightish red and his skin feels too hot for his liking. "help?" you mumble, eyes already drooping again, pointin to your skin tight jeans. No way. Fuck.

He will not manage to peel those off of you without busting a nut, he's sure of that. Your body is radiating warmth and he wants to bask in it and die right there. Nevertheless, he does the job... kneeling before you, like one of those medieval knights from the fantasy romance novels you like to read. When his eyes make contact with your knee he has to surpress the sudden urge to kiss it. Then, the black garment joins the others on the floor and he sits up again to tower over you. You look up, blink, and then wince. "what's wrong, princess?" - " 'm sore, Eds. All tense and tight." an inappropriate thought runs through his mind at 'tight' and he tries to shake it off. He can't, he really can't think of his best friend that way, but he feels that every glance from you is just pulling him further in, moving him closer to the edge of crossing a line. And fuck it, he might just do it tonight. Your big doe eyes are the last straw, when yoh quietly ask him to give your shoulders a bit of a knead. Nothing more. But it's enough to do him in for good.

His calloused fingers are like magic to your sore muscles, prodding and pulling and making the tension dissipate. You're too far gone into your sleepy haze for any kind of self-control, so the moan that slips past your lips when Eddie hits a particularly sore spot goes uncommented, but it does things to him you don't even know about (yet). He wants to scream and he wants to bite the soft skin of your neck and he has to angle his hips away awkwardly from his position sitting open legged behind you, or you will notice what's going on with him. He's hard, and he's leaking, and he wishes you would fall asleep so he could scramble away to get some relief. It's bad enough he has to do that. You should not realize your best friend wants to fuck you desperately.

As soon as he stops and comes to sit beside you again, you fall back into the pillows with a soft 'umph', brain halfway in dreamland again already. But Eddies hands on you were so nice and your legs hurt as well, so you half-hapharzadly put both his hands there and -

something within him seems to just snap. He's leaning close into your body, he can see the tiny wet patch on your dark blue panties that's probably there for other reasons than arousal, but it still turns him on immensely. He kneads and tugs at the soft flesh of your thighs and you sigh, melting into his touch. You don't object his slowly, ever so slowly creeping hands, higher and higher up they go, and when four of his fingers hook into your waistband and pull down the soft cotton, no word of ill will can be heard from you. There's a small gasp when his slender fingers first make contact with your clit, and you moan in that delicate way once more when he gently pushes one into you, and then another. He gets you worked up good, and your body reacts, but your brain is already on the way to nirvana. A third finger added to the mix is pushing you closer to the brink, he can tell from the way you're tensing up around him, from the shudders running through you. Ragged breathing and the wetness of your cunt are the only sounds and it feels forbidden, seeing you like that. Maybe it was Adam who really tasted the forbidden fruit, he thinks to himself. Because the sight in front of him is sweet torture, heavenly sin in the best way and he knows he will be going to hell for replaying this memory in the future to get off to.

Eddie repeatedly hits that good spot inside of you then, the one that makes you see stars and you unravel like a loose thread, whispering his name over and over like a prayer, pussy pulsing.

Before you've come down completely from your high, you're already fast asleep. Eddie can't stop staring at you and he's so enamoured that he notices he's come in his pants only after a couple of minutes of just laying there, spaced out. He softly tugs a stray strand of hair behind your ear, then slides off the bed to clean himself up in the bathroom. The night is a restless one for him, while you sleep undisturbed, one hand grasping his shirt and your face finding the most perfectly shaped hiding spot in the crook of his neck. Your breath is warm on his skin and he swears you're not lightly snoring, it's an angel sighing.

He's gonna be in big trouble, his heart's already lost to you, now he will never get rid of the mental image of you orgasming, burned to the inside of his eyes. It's glorious and wrong and it frightens him... cause he realizes he loves you, right then on the spot. And if he can't see you doing that glorious thing again, he might die. Fucking hell.

#eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson smut #my writing #perv!eddie #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things

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kingmikoto · 2 years

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 ☆ 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞

☆ ──── 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: my first waka fic i hope i did right by him

☆ ──── 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨):mentionings of violence and blood

Several beatings later, you had somehow made it out alive. Thankfully most of the blows had gone to your body and not your face save for the punch that their leader had managed to land on your bottom lip.It wasn’t too swollen, but her ring had harshly grazed your skin and cut it open leaving you bleeding.

You opened your compact mirror to look at yourself and sure enough blood was leaking down your chin and staining your crisp white blouse.

As you tilted your mirror forward to close it, you caught a glimpse of a familiar face.

His fingers brushing across the skin of your cheek and then under your chin to tilt your face up so he could get a better look at your busted lip. His eyes narrowed at your cut as he thumbed over the blood that was dripping down your chin. A soft ‘tch’ left his lips as he rolled the toothpick between his teeth.

You felt your heart thrum against your chest. Wakasa had never touched you before and it was a new and enticing feeling despite escaping near death or a week long hospitalization that you didn’t have the time for.

A lazy yet amused smile graced his handsome features.“Did you really get your ass beat, again?”

You blinked back several times completely astonished by his question. “Wha-what the hell do you mean, again?!”

He had to hold back the chuckle that was bubbling in his chest. “I mean I always feel like you’re getting your ass beat or some shit.”

“No I’m not!” You exclaimed defensively as you stepped away from and pushed away his hand.

He raised his brows in curiosity as he watched you fumble over your words and practically stomp like a child who was throwing a tantrum. Correction—you were a whole adult throwing a tantrum in broad daylight.

“So…then you didn’t get your ass beat?” He inquired.

He stared back at you with a blank look on his face as he rolled the toothpick between his lips and you felt your eyes zone on them for a moment before turning away. He tilted his head to the side trying to meet your gaze and then his eyes lingered on your body.

Your blouse had come undone at the bottom, exposing a pretty large back of your abdomen. His fingers brushed against the skin of your belly as he lifted it to get a look at the bruise that was developing.

“Damn, that looks like it hurts.” He murmured to himself.

Your heart was now jumping out of your chest as you could only gawk at him in pure shock. The fact that he could so casually touch your skin like that made your insides do flips .

“Wha-what the hell are you doing?!” You quickly covered your stomach and backed away from him.

You felt your face start to warm as he raised his brows at you in surprise and soon that same grin had returned to grace his lips.

“That was a late reaction.”

“Shut up, idiot.” You mumbled as you attempted to fix the buttons on your shirt, but to no avail.

Several of them had gone missing and you only sighed in misery. Could this day get any worse?

“I can teach you how to fight, you know.”

You glanced up from your ruined blouse to his piercing lavender gaze that made your lip quiver.

“Why?”

He softly chuckled and placed his hand on the top of your head. The gesture, albeit small, felt overwhelmingly intimate to you. Your eyes were trained on the ground as he ruffled your hair.

“Because I don’t want to see the girl I care about get her ass kicked by a bunch of babysitter book club bitches.” He laughed. You gazed up at him with trembling eyes and the grin on his face was now a softer smile. “Or is that too much to ask?”

You felt your eyes well up with tears as your lips involuntarily palpitated. A small sigh escaped his lips as he gazed down at you.

“Don’t cry on me now, [name].”

“I’m not crying!” You cried out as you felt tears cascade down your cheeks.

As much as he hated to see you sad, there was something incredibly endearing about the way that you were letting your guard down around him. Completely vulnerable, genuine. The most genuine he had ever seen you. You always had put up a tough exterior in front of him and even more so when he had decided to start fucking around with in the gang world.

He pulled you into a warm embrace and your eyes widened at his sudden contact. He squeezed your rigid body and soon you felt yourself relax in his arms. This is how it always should have been, between kicking ass and getting his ass kicked. Wakasa should’ve paid more mind to you and your endeavors and well you getting thrashed around in alleyways by petty girl gangs that you refused to join.

“Let me look after you, [name].” His fingers were threading through your hair as he spoke gently to you.

Your glistening eyes had peeked up at him for a moment, catching his gaze and the way his lips curved perfectly upward. “So, you don’t get your ass whooped again.”

That earned himself a hard pinch to his side. “Ow!”

“Stop provoking me then you idiot.” You mumbled, burying your face into his chest.

He chuckled as rubbed the small of your back and you eased into his embrace.

“No promises.”

#wakasa imaushi #wakasa fluff #tr wakasa #bonten #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo manji revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev x you #wakasa x reader #wakasa x you #wakasa x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev wakasa #bonten x you #bonten x reader

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zeehva · 1 year

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His large, smooth hands glided across her warm skin with ease. Following every curvature and caressing her closely. Her flesh was dappled with small imperfections, beauty marks here, scars there. It was well traveled as she liked to call it. Though as his fingers trailed across each scar, one in particular caught his attention. “How’d you get this scar?” He asked as his thumb traced it once more.

Zeehva looked over her shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of the jagged scar on her back thigh. Breathing out a soft laugh as she relaxed down onto her arms, lazing about like a cat while he rubbed at her muscles. “Father and I.. We were retrieving our goods from a pretty big bust. Real valuable stuff ya’ know. Couldn’t believe we found it honestly. But of course, we weren’t the only ones sniffing for that treasure.. Some other relic hunters came along as we were heading back to the caravan. We usually try to be honorable, if someone finds the goods first, we’d usually just back off and go to our next lead. Of course, not these folks. They intended to steal the treasure. But they didn’t stand a chance against Mistah Belrose..” She laughed, her voice emphasizing her fathers nickname in a deep baritone.

“That was until they got their hands on me.” Her lips pursed, turning into a slight frown as she recalled the memory. “He let them take it all once they stabbed me. I wasn’t strong enough to break free or anything. He put his dagger in my thigh and dragged it down until my father promised to let them have the goods. I couldn’t help but scream. It felt like he had lit my leg on fire. I’m used to being hurt from falling and what not but that was.. that was something else.” She ran a hand through her dark raven locks, ruffling her hair some. “I never did forgive him for giving in to their demands, even if my life was at risk. After that was when I started learning combat though. I wasn’t going to let others use me against my father. He didn’t have a choice to take me on the road with him, and I was a weakness. We knew that, but it was that moment in particular that truly opened my eyes to just how big a weakness I was. We’d never survive if all anyone had to do is make me their punching bag in order to get what they want from us..”

She rolled over, head propped up on her hand as she looked at Ikhaara. “And I’ve never been a punching bag since..” She smiled warmly, though her gaze squinted as she thought briefly to herself, “Well.. For the most part anyway. The spear only scares off so many..”

| This was inspired by a prompt from a writing discord community I’m in. So enjoy the little drabble and thank you to @ratdorei for running the discord and inspiring people to write again! @ikhaara for mentions. |

#My writing #ZeehvaxIkhaara #Drabbles #Im very rusty plz forgive

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lxstbxyscave23 · 2 years

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I do not own this photo, found it off Pinterest.

Right full credits go to the owner!

Marko & Paulio

Not my best but I hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Marko and Paul have a little fun while smokin a joint😉.

Afab-reader, Female genitalia. Little smut of courseee.

It was 8:20, very soon my two lovely vamp boyfriends will be on their way to my place. They said they wanted to have some fun, but when do we not?

My my it sure is hot in this house!

Running down stairs I turn on the barely working AC unit. I need to get out of these hot clothes.

I jog up my stairs and towards my closet. Just a bunch of crap I thrifted while out of town for my brothers wedding. It was actually quite nice, although I never liked that witch he married. She was so wicked and always prayed on my downfall. Sometimes I do believe she is a witch lurking in the night and rubbing her little crystals!

She has it coming one day..

I shed out of my clothes and snap myself out of my thoughts. I guess I’ll just wear David’s long black shirt I stole a while back. I toss it on over my bra and flop onto my bed. The AC hitting just the right spot on my warm silky legs. While I wait I guess I could paint my toes.

Marko and Paul said they love to see my nails painted white or red. I open my bedside drawer and grab my red and white nail polish. I’ll do four toes red and my ring toe white on either side. I sit up a little and hunch over my knee to get a good angle of my foot. I began painting them red and finish my first foot. Doing my other foot I finish the red already. Well that was fast.

Time for the white.

I twist it open but struggle just a little. I paint one toe, then the other. Finally finishing I leave it at that and very carefully wobble over to my bathroom. I keep a spray bottle under the cupboard, it dries your nail polish faster! It’s a good thing to keep on you when you are in a rush.

I already had my nails painted white so no need to worry about those. I sprayed my toes quickly and plop onto my bed. Careful not to smudge my nail polish. I bust out a book that i’ve been reading for the past week. It’s a Stephan Kings book.

It’s so good, it’s about this kid getting kidnapped and he wakes up in this room. Whenever he tries to escape he ends up back into his room. And there are so many other kids there too. It’s supposed to be a thriller but so far nothing much has happened.

I finally hear the roses of my boyfriends bikes. Lights flash through my house. I make sure to bookmark my book and set it back on my desk.

Seconds later Paul and Marko come running through my hall and into my bedroom. “Hey babe” Paul says plopping onto my bed and in between my thighs. His arms come around my waist as I lay back onto my pillow. Marko dog piles onto Paul.

“Ow” Paul says rubbing his head. I chuckle and kiss Marko as I ruffle his curls. “Hey watch the hair pretty lady!” He teases as he gives my hand a little smack. “Wow so I can’t play with your hair all of a sudden?” I laugh while Paul’s hand glides up and down my thighs. “How do you get your legs so soft?” He questions as he kisses my thighs.

“Hey watch my toes! I just painted them.” I shove Marko away from me as his foot almost nicked my toes. “Awe babe did you do that for us?” Paul teases. “No!” I roll my eyes and ruffle his hair too.

“Watch it!” He says laying his head on my tummy.

“So what are we going to do?” I ask rubbing Paul’s cheek with my thumb. He nuzzled further into my soft hands. “Let’s get high!” Marko piped up.

Paul pulled out a joint and lit it very easily all in one swift motion.

“For you ma lady.” He winked as he pressed it to my lips. I parted them just slightly and inhaled. He slowly pulled away and I let the smoke out my nose. “Now that. was. hot.” Paul said looking up at me. Marko sat right beside me his arm around my waist. “What can I say? Our woman is hot!” Marko whined out as he grabbed my chin and turned me to him. Our lips instantly connecting, his tongue pressed at my bottom lip wanting entrance. I didn’t give in until Paul’s hand traveled up my hip and towards my breast giving it a light squeeze. I moaned accidentally giving Marko a chance to plunge his tongue into my mouth.

His mouth quickly explored my tongue and roof of my mouth. Paul’s hands did wonders all over my body and curves. Markos hand came to my cheek and caressed it softly. “Is this David’s shirt?” Paul chuckled feeling the fabric. Breaking the kiss I looked down at Paul who was hitting the joint.

He handed it to Marko who hit it making eye contact the entire time. He pushed my bottom lip down and formed an ‘O’ with his lips as he blew it onto my mouth. I quickly inhaled it and blew it right back out. His and Paul’s eyes were full of lust.

I looked down to see both Paul’s and Markos dicks hardened in their pants. I laughed to myself and stood up pushing Paul off me. “Hey!” He said with an angry pout. Marko handed Paul the joint and quickly stood up. “Catch me if you can!” I shouted running down the hall and sliding down the railing of my staircase that spiraled. I can hear their whoops and laughs fill the house. Their footsteps not too far behind as I slide into the kitchen and out the other end. Soon enough arms engulf me and I scream out feeling myself get lifted off the floor. It was Paul who caught me. Marko right beside him in a flash.

“Gotchu!” He said so intimidatingly. His eyes got dark and he turned me around in his arms. My legs casing him against me. His hard on pressing into my clothed pussy. “Let’s watch a movie!” I shout as he leaned into a kiss. I hop down from his arms and run into the living room turning on the tv and popping Footloose into the VHS. I could hear him groan and Marko laugh at him as he runs over to me plopping down next to me. Paul walked out as I turned around and I could see his hand palm himself a little as he plopped onto my other side.

“Teaser, i’ll get you for that soon.” He said as both their hands grip either side of my thighs.

Hope you all enjoyed this!!

Love you guys<3

#lost boys #the lost boys #smut #the vamps #enjoy this #love ya <3

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dreamgrlarchive · 2 years

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A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Summer

the summer is right around the corner and we have to make sure we’re ready to have a good time and look great while also staying focused on our development and goals. i don’t care, i feel like every little change is an opportunity for reinvention. season change, new year, birthdays, etc. make the changes you feel are necessary but have been putting off.

what’s the look this summer?

“she’s perfect omg” look as natural as possible yet ethereally flawless. hot girl bimboesque. glowy skin that looks hot to the touch. siren straight out of the water hair.

“body shimmer, pretty belly rings, mini skirts, dior lip gloss, laneige lip sleeping mask, lash extensions, pink binki's, pink french acrylics, iced coffee, dewy skin, big gold hoops & curly hair”

“I need a mani pedi, full body massage, spa day, a hydrojelly facial & a vacation.”

- @milliondollaprincess

“Aggressive orange blush. Skin balm as highlighter. Hydrating serums under base makeup. Applying coverage only where you need it. Setting spray over a thin layer of powder. Bronzer. Gloss over smudged liner on top of stain.”

- @plumslices

first and foremost…

let’s get the skin together. we’re going towards the glowy second skin look and it’s hard to do that with dry, aggravated skin. use gentle cleanser in the am and actives at night. go outside with spf and facial oil finished with a laneige lip treatment + tree hut shea lip butter on days when you’re not wearing makeup for the pretty natural look.

preparation

waist training. when at home or running errands wear a steel boned torso covering waist trainer and a sweat band when active.

revamp your wardrobe and declutter, then post on depop, mercari, poshmark etc. this doesn’t mean change your style but it’s always refreshing to get a good honest look at your wardrobe

get your passport. everyone loves taking trips but summertime is the time for exotic destinations.

car maintenance. make sure your transportation is in good condition so you can move freely

acid peels for your entire body

make a new summer playlist to drive around to

body exfoliation for soft pretty skin free of bumps and flakes + waxing to reduce ingrown hairs

get a new fun hobby/job

keep your brows and lip waxed

essentials

SPF!!!!!!!!

mini fan for your purse

glowy body oil

butterfly clips (let’s not sweat out our hair)

cute matching luggage for the cute trips we’re takin!

summer ‘22 diary

a mini deodorant for the hot weather

travel water bottle

new breathable pajamas

body wash with aha, bha, or vit c for glowing skin

victoria’s secret passport sleeve

clothes and accessories

lightweight tanks and sweats with girly sneakers!! super chic, very off duty model effortless pretty (check out @staszki if you need more lookspo)

bottega veneta (style) pieces. bottega screams sunny vacation to me! i’d you can’t afford designer there are plenty of hobo style bags and strappy knit pieces you can find at an affordable price!!

maxi, midi and mini tube dresses. i love a tube dress they just compliment my shape so well. they accentuate the collarbone, bust and hips

belly rings!! so sexy. girl you better snatch that waist up and show it off in the hot weather.

low rise pants to show off your waist

short shorts. look for cuts that are flattering and sexy but not extreme. PINK, Juicy Couture, Forever 21 make the best short shorties!

mini bags and purses, including baguettes and pochettes add to the effortless summery look. keep your essentials on you at all times and that’s it

tube tops, bikini tops. prissy essential duh

more: palazzo or wide legged pants, heeled and strappy sandals, ruffled and pleated mini skirts, maxi sun skirts, shirt dresses, satin and see through shirts, leather tops and bottoms, linen fabric pieces, gold jewelry, brights and pastels (not neons though, ew)

beauty

tinted moisturizer, liquid blush, full coverage concealer, tinted brow gel all for a flawless LIGHTWEIGHT face. it’s too much for thick makeup bc you’ll sweat it off

jergens natural glow, even for my dark skinned girls, trust me!

patrick ta body oil for that hot sunkissed siren skin.

edp with bright sweet or sparkling notes of flora or clean light scents. good examples include springtime in a park by replica, donna born in roma by valentino, gucci gorgeous gardenia, marc jacobs daisy love eau so fresh, si by armani, yellow diamond by versace

wispy lashes give a very natural look and compliments a lightweight face

body mist for travel! it’ll be hot we’re gonna start feeling the need for a refresher

glitter gloss and clear gloss!! again we’re going for the lightweight effortless looking beauty, plus glitter gloss looks amazing in the natural light of the sun

natural looking hairstyles like water waves, kinky straight, body wave, twist outs, braids.

juicy sheet masks!!! i don’t know what it is but these make pores disappear and skin look so beautiful. i love putting one on after my aztec clay mask and applying spf and going out with lashes and a poppin gloss

natural hair girls: invest in your hair. do a mask every two weeks. buy new tools. get a pink tangle tweezer or tangle angel brush. stay up on oil, cream and gel. it’s summertime! prime wash and go season. always brush your hair in the shower with a detangling brush then seal with oil and a lightweight cream then gel and you’re all set. my favorite products include edge booster, tgin leave in, aphogee keratin reconstructor, etc.

jergens cloud creme lotion. my boo @luxehunny put me on. it’s so light and airy feeling. leaves behind no heavy film or greasy texture.

#summer #essentials #the prissy girl agenda #my posts #diva seasonz!

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missingartist · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a first encounter between Steven and Reader who's obsessed with greek mythology at the museum and they kind have a discussion about which mythology is better?

Short and sweet! Hope you like it!

Steven spent most of his lunches in the myths and legend wing of the museum, hiding from Donna. He tended to stay towards the far end where the Egyptian deities stood, but today he wandered towards the Greek section. They had a new exhibit of goddesses and gods borrowed from Athens University. The wing was practice empty apart from a small group of tourists gawping at beautifully decorated plates and pottery.

‘Beautiful, aren’t they…classic representation of the tale of the gods. This is Aphrodite and her epic affair with Ares… she is depicted as a dove here…it’s pretty even if she doesn’t compare to Hathor. They all pale imitation compare to the Egyptian deities really….’ Steven mused to the group.

They didn’t respond simply bobbed their head before moving on. It didn’t bother him; most people ignored him; it was their loss.

‘I disagree; Hathor is a bit boring for my tastes. I mean, the goddess of love and music; is very tame. The Greek gods are far more interesting and practical.’ A soft voice cut him from his musings.

You appeared out of nowhere. Your brow arched in mock teasing; your smile grew as the man's eyes widened as he took you in, a small blush filling his lips.

‘Er…The Egyptian Gods lasted more than a thousand years than the Greeks. They help influence some of the most important architectural and navigational discoveries. There is a lot of being said about practicality.’ The worlds tumbled out in an inelegant but staunch defence of the gods, making you smile.

‘There is a difference between practicality and dull, but the Greek god helped influence things like philosophy and theology and lay the foundation for modern medicine. They still had time to indulge in orgies and scandalous so much more, fascinating than the boring gods of Egypt.’ You smirked as the curly-haired man ruffled slightly as you spoke.

‘The Greek Gods are okay if you like hearing stories of sex and jealousy, a bit trashy, innit.’ The man looked up at you through dark eyelashes.

A heartly life erupted from your lips. ‘Trashy….I like it. Maybe that is what makes them better than your holy gods…. I am the new doctor of antiquities on low from Athens; I’m surprised not to meet you sooner.’ You stepped closer, your smile growing.

‘Wow, I am Steven…. With a v from the gift shop.’ Steven introduced as he hunched over, curling himself inwards shyly.

‘Oh, I’m surprised you're not a tour guide. At least your passion is evident to see.’ You laughed as you stepped closer, breathing in the scent of spice and something else.

‘I mean, they asked if I could head up this joint, but who would sell little rubbers in the shape of Pyrimyds.’ Steven muttered coyly from underneath his curls.

‘Well, Steven with a v, I am only in town for a couple more nights, but if you are ever in Greece, let me know. Here is my card, my phone numbers at the bottom. We can argue which culture is better.' You thrust a battered card into his opened palm before walking off, before throwing a wink over your shoulder, laughing as he fell against a bust of Zeus, narrowly saving it from hitting the floor.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight #marc specter x reader #marvel #moon knight x reader #steven grant x you #mark spector #marc specter #marc spector

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subbykboys · 3 years

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new to this | taeyong

↳ pairing : virgin!taeyong x reader

Genre ➞ pure smut oof

Warnings ➞ sub!taeyong, corruption kink, begging, mild degrading, handjob, fingering (m. receiving), public-ish(?), mild choking, running into walls

Word Count ➞ 8.3k

requested by @ninachocoo

posted ; 3.08.21

Hot. God, it was so hot.

Then again, summer in your part of town always was. But this heat— this heat was different. It surrounded you, pulling perspiration from your pores and clinging to you persistently. It spilled down your throat, filling your lungs with every deep inhale. It robbed you of any and all of your energy, leaving you too tired to rouse yourself from where you lay on the cool tile floor of your kitchen in front of the open fridge (the absolute coldest spot you could find in your entire house).

You didn’t cope very well in warm weather, if that wasn’t obvious.

And, at the cost of your poor housemate’s sanity, you always found new and creative ways to cope with the excruciating rise in temperature,

“Y/n a few of my— how many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?!” You couldn’t bring yourself to so much as flinch as the fridge door was abruptly slammed shut, only managing to pull a whining complaint from the back of your throat as your only source of cool air was ever so rudely ripped away.

“Fuck you, Mark. It’s too fucking hot to worry about the stupid electricity bill.” You huffed, peeling your eyes open just long enough to shoot an icy glare in the direction of the scowling brunette.

He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, lower lip jutting out. “I think you forget that it’s a combination of both of our money going into paying them, so I think that I have a right to worry about how much is coming out of my pocket because you think that laying in front of an open fridge is a good way to ‘beat the heat’.”

“Offer me a better solution, I’m open to suggestions.” You sighed tiredly.

He only rolled his eyes.

“Oh! I’ve got one,” you exclaimed suddenly, clapping your hands together as a gasp of excitement flew from your lips, “How about I just strip down and walk around butt ass naked? That should do the trick! Oh… but little Mark would like that a little too much, wouldn’t he?” You offered him a taunting pout, feigning sympathy as you glanced down unabashedly towards his crotch.

Instinctively, his hands flew to cover himself as his cheeks throbbed a devastatingly obvious shade of red, bright enough to rival even the ripest of tomatoes. “Y–you—”

Your lips curled with an amused smirk, but it faltered at the sound of thundering laughter coming from behind your flustered housemate. Your eyes followed the sound, finding its source in a group of about five or so men crowding up the foyer. Brows lifting in mild surprise, you shifted your attention back to an even more humiliated looking Mark.

“You brought company.” An apology hung at the tip of your tongue. You really tried to keep your pg-13 teasing to a minimum around other people, especially knowing how susceptible Mark could be to his own embarrassment.

“Hey Mark, I thought you said your roommate was a raging asshole with the sex drive of a teenaged boy on viagra? She seems pretty cool to me! And hot.” One of the taller boys chimed, a massive dopey grin plastered across his face.

You turned to Mark slowly, brows raised. But he wouldn’t meet your eyes, head lowered. He wasn’t good at hiding his guilt.

Welp. No apology for ole Marky boy today.

“Please, allow me to properly introduce myself to our company.” Mark's eyebrows jumped all the way to his hairline as you pushed yourself off the floor and tossed an arm around his shoulder. “My name is (y/n), but I suppose Mark's asshole roommate with the sex drive of a teenage boy on viagra could work, too.”

The look you shot him out of the corner of your eye had him shrinking in on himself, regret shining in his big brown eyes. But, you ruffled his hair, a silent reassurance that you weren’t all that torn up about the comment, especially considering it was hard to deny the layer of truth that lingered within it.

You’d probably subjected Mark to more than his fair share of sleepless nights while you were up into the early morning giving the man (or woman) of the night the experience of a lifetime. A few scathing comments to close friends was more than understandable when looked upon in that light. Besides, you were never good at holding a grudge against your sweet, awkward, puppy-eyed housemate.

The tall one that had spoken before chimed in eagerly, “I’m Yukhei, but my friends call me Lucas. Xuxi works, too. Or papi if you're feeling especially— ow!” Lucas yelped loudly as a hand connected to the back of a head with a sharp smack. You watched in amusement as another tall, charming looking man tugged him back, shooting him a warning glare before turning his attention to you.

“Ignore him. He has a bad habit of forgetting his manners around attractive women. My name's Johnny, it’s great to finally meet you.” The sweet, disarming smile he offered you had any reservations melting away, and you easily returned the gesture before he proceeded with introductions. “This Haechan, Jaehyun, Doyoung, and— Taeyong?”

Johnny pivoted around, brief confusion settling across his face before he spotted whoever he’d been looking for. Reaching behind Lucas, he grabbed someone's arm, tugging them into your line of sight.

“And this is Taeyong!” He concluded with a grin, slapping a large hand down on the shorter boy’s shoulder. Taeyong dipped his head shyly, not meeting your eyes as he murmured a soft greeting that you were just barely able to catch. Soft tufts of dirty blonde hair fell over large brown eyes as he bowed politely, the air of meekness unmistakable.

Oh, he’s cute.

Your lips curled into an impish smirk. “Hi, Taeyong.”

A faint blush darkened his cheeks and you caught a hint of a smile upturning the corners of his mouth.

Really cute.

Mark knew you well enough to see the gears beginning to turn in your head and coughed loudly when your stare lingered longer than necessary.

“O-kay, now that you’re all acquainted…” he stepped in swiftly, opting to intervene before you could get any wise ideas about his friend. “We have got a group project to work on and it would be extremely helpful if you’d refrain from providing any distractions. I already have a hard enough time trying to get them to focus for longer than five minutes as is.”

“Aww but I wanna hang out with your hot roommate, Mark.” Lucas whined loudly, practically throwing himself across Mark’s shoulders as the cutest pout you’ve probably ever seen fell across his lips. “She’s got a way nicer ass than any of you guys.”

Doyoung sighed, his face screwing in second hand embarrassment for his friend’s shameless behavior. “Lucas, please.”

“Have some dignity, man.” Haechan huffed additionally and you grinned in amusement as he grabbed the collar of Lucas’s shirt and began tugging him towards the living room.

“Don’t worry, Mark. I’ll stay out of the way. I would hate to hinder your geek fest.” You teased, wrinkling your nose as you stepped past him.

“Thank you, (y/n). I really— wait, Geek f– it’s a project worth thirty percent of our final grade!”

“To-may-to, to-mah-to.” You waved a dismissive hand over your shoulder, before pausing briefly. Spinning on your heels, you turned back to face

the cute boy, who visibly jolted the moment your attention landed on him. “It was very nice meeting you, Taeyong.”

“Y- you, too.” He stuttered sweetly and you had to fight the overwhelming urge to reach over and pinch those adorable pink cheeks. Either pair.

With one last sultry smile, and a wink just to fuck with Mark a little, you sauntered back into your bedroom. Miraculously, you were no longer concerned with the previously unbearable heat plaguing your apartment. Now, you had something —or rather, someone— far more interesting to occupy your mind.

Taeyong was having a difficult time focusing, which was pretty out of ordinary. He had barely gotten anything done with his assigned part of the project, less than half a page filled out with what little information he managed to collect. Luckily, none of the other guys seemed to notice, too distracted by their own inabilities to focus to take notice of his. Otherwise he would have to concoct some lie. But he wasn’t good at lying. He was a terrible liar, in fact. So he would probably just end up blurting out the truth which was you. You were the reason he couldn’t focus. You with your mischievous eyes and your pretty smile and intoxicating laugh. Mark’s asshole roommate with the sex drive of a teenage boy on viagra.

He’d seen pictures of you before. But they didn’t do you any justice. In pictures, you were pretty. In real life, you were beautiful, charming, witty, sexy, and you winked at him. Girls don’t wink at him. Not ever. But you had. You’d winked and smiled at him and he wasn’t sure if you were just teasing him because he flustered easily or if there was a chance it meant something a little more than that.

… he secretly hoped it meant something a little more than that.

But he shouldn’t be thinking about you right now. He should be thinking about finishing his research. Not your eyes. Not your smile. Not your voice of the way you purred his name and those shivers rushed down his spine and he could have sworn something twitched— okay. That’s enough. He really needed to splash some water in his face, cool down a little before his mind wandered to places it definitely should not.

“Ah— Mark?”

The younger boy lifted his head, brows raising. “’Sup?”

“Where’s the bathroom?”

He perked, tipping his chin forward. “Oh, it’s to the right of the k— shit, wait. That toilet’s busted. Um, just use the one in my room. It’s at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks,” Taeyong pushed himself up with a soft grunt, nearly tripping over Yukhei’s long legs as he maneuvered himself around the cluttered coffee table, “I’ll be right back.”

None of the other guys took much notice of how quickly he rushed out of the room, much to Taeyong’s relief. He let out a low breath the moment he turned the corner and found himself in a vacant hallway, but that relief was short lived.

Mark had only said that his room was at the end of the hall. But, there were two doors at the end of the hall. Meaning one of them could possibly lead to your room. And you were in your room. Which meant if he walked through the wrong door on accident… he could walk in on you. Oh god. Heat rushed into his cheeks at the mere thought of such a humiliating occurrence. For a moment, he debated turning on his heels and returning to the living room.

But, he wasn’t ready to go back to studying just yet. He was still feeling flushed and antsy and needed another moment or two to himself. Plus… he was actually starting to need to pee a little. Damn him and his tiny bladder.

Hesitating, he gently knocked on the door on the right side of the hall then waited ten seconds. No response. Just to be extra certain, he knocked twice more before finally turning the knob. Cautiously, he peeked his head inside. The black out curtains were drawn tight so the room was dark, too dark to make out anything defining outside of the vague shape of a bed and dresser tucked into the far corner. It took a few minutes of stumbling blindly through the inky blackness, tripping over clothes and extension wires until he found what he hoped to be the bathroom door.

Without too much of a second thought, he opened the door.

Then he froze.

He thought it was Mark’s room. He really did. He thought he was tripping over Mark’s clothes and Mark’s wires. Though, he probably should have noticed the light coming out from beneath the bathroom door, indicating that someone might be inside. Or maybe he did but ignored it because– because maybe Mark just left the light on. That could have happened. That totally could have happened.

But it didn’t.

Because it wasn’t Mark’s room. Those weren’t his clothes or his wires and he didn’t leave the light on.

He realized this all too late of course. Because now he was staring at you. You who was wet and naked and… wet and naked. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He could only stare, dumbstruck, mind short circuiting as billowing steam curled around the shape of your body like an iridescent veil, beautiful skin glistening under the soft golden light. Your head was tipped back, lips slightly parted, hands soothing your slick hair out of your face as the hot water cascading down the swells of your

breasts and over the curves of your shoulders.

It was like watching something out of a pornographic shampoo commercial.

“Oh—” it was somewhere between a whine and gasp, strangled and broken by the time it escaped his trembling lips. It was so quiet, you shouldn’t have been able to hear it over the hiss of water. So it took him off guard when your eyes opened and flicked in his direction.

He flinched, body jolting backwards like it intended to make a break for it, but it was like your stare locked him into place. His brain was screaming at him to do something; to move, to turn away, close his eyes, apologize, bash his head against the freaking wall, literally anything but stand there staring at you with his mouth open like a complete idiot. But he couldn’t.

The corner of your mouth curled, forming into a downright devilish smirk that sent hot tendrils of desire spiraling through his veins. Then you quirked a brow and it was like a burst of electricity bringing him back to life. His hands flew up from where they’d been frozen at his sides, slapping so hard over his eyes that he yelped in shock at the sting.

“Ohmygod I- I am so sorry! I am so—” he whirled around, spewing high pitched apologies as he scrambled for the door. Only, his eyes were closed so instead of bolting out the door he face planted into the wall next to the door. “Ow!”

Your low laughter rippled through the small bathroom and red hot embarrassment raced up his neck and into his face. He could only whimper out one finally strained apology as he clutched his throbbing nose and stumbled back into the darkness of your bedroom, slamming the door sharply behind him.

By the time he’d managed to scramble back into the hall, Taeyong felt like he was on fire. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and he was certain if he dared to look in a mirror he’d be the equivalent of a tomato.

Humiliation gripped at his throat, squeezing painfully around his airway every time he recalled the previous events. He’d never be able to face you again. Not after that train wreck. Not ever. Groaning distraughtly, he sank against the wall, silently wishing that the floor would just swallow him up and put an end to his suffering.

But, there was something worse than the embarrassment. Something hotter and harder, throbbing shamelessly in the confines of his suddenly far too jeans. He saw you naked— wet and naked, looking like a freaking goddess beneath the stream of hot water, soap suds still clinging to your skin. He had never seen a woman like that before. Not in person, at least. And none as beautiful as you.

Biting his lip, he squeezed his legs together, trying his best to will away his progressively hardening erection. That, of course, did not work. And it didn’t help in the slightest that every time he so much as blinked, the image of you in the shower came rushing to the forefront of his mind, still fresh and vivid and devastating.

Oh god. There was no was no way he could go back to working on the project now. If he thought he was being unproductive before— he probably wouldn’t be able to get a single legible word written with the image of you and your body burned into the back of his eyelids.

He was doomed.

And he still needed to pee.

Damnit.

It was about nine at night when the low voices transformed into booming laughter, the walls practically vibrating under the barrage of stomping feet. It didn’t take a genius to deduce that they’d finished up on their project— either that or they mutually reached the end of their attention spans.

Regardless, you were bored of remaining cooped up in your bedroom merely for the sake of your roommate’s econ grade and needed to stretch your legs a bit. Not to mention you were beginning to crave something greasy and unhealthy. You were almost certain the group of college boys lounging in your living room wouldn’t be opposed to some pizza, fries, and milkshakes from your favorite delivery place.

“I don’t know about you boys but I’m starving!” You sang brightly as you all but skipped into the room. All eyes swung to you, wide and stunned as they watched you waltz over to where Mark sat in the love seat and throw yourself into his lap like it was the most normal thing in the world. He grunted under your weight, lip curling in annoyance but wrapped his arms securely around your stomach nonetheless. You pretended not to notice the lingering eyes of one particular boy, meticulously curled into the farthest corner of the couch. “Anyone down to order?”

“Ugh please!” Yukhei exclaimed, throwing his head back dramatically. “I am dying of hunger.”

The others were eager to voice their own agreement and you turned to Mark with an expectant smile. “Rubio’s?” He asked, already reaching for his phone.

“Read my mind.” You hummed, pinching his cheek until he hissed and swatted you away.

It was nothing short of chaos trying to get everyone’s orders, multiple overlapping voices making it hard to discern exactly who was asking for what, but somehow Mark managed to place all of the requests with only a handful of difficulties. Well, all but one.

“Taeyong.”

The boy’s head jerked up so fast at the sound of his name that you were surprised you hadn’t heard something crack. Up until then he’d been sitting quietly with his knees to his chest, staring at his feet, pointedly avoiding looking in your general direction. He could only hold your gaze for a few tense seconds before his cheeks flamed and he dropped his eyes.

“I– uh– y- yes?” He coughed, blinking hard.

You tilted your head, offering him an innocent smile. “Is there anything you’d like to eat?” You couldn’t stop yourself from adding an unnecessarily suggestive pitch to the question, words dancing wickedly across your tongue.

Taeyong swallowed and pulled his knees tighter to his chest. “I– I’ll just have some of the- the pizza.” The words tumbled clumsily out of his mouth and your grin only widened as he became more and more flustered under the heat of your persistent stare.

“Perfect. Then we can share.”

The poor boy nearly choked on air when you abruptly pushed yourself off of Mark and sauntered over to where he sat, squeezing in between him and an eager Yukhei, who was more than happy to make room for you. His entire body went rigid, brief panic shooting across his features as you made yourself comfortable. It was tight with Jaehyun, Lucas, Taeyong and now you all squished onto the couch, so you were practically flush against him, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. You pretended not to notice that he was holding his breath.

“Thirty minutes.” Mark announced, shutting off his phone and shoving it back into his pocket.

“What should we do while we wait?” Jaehyun asked, ignoring Yukhei as he whined about how he’d be dead of starvation before the food even arrived.

“Movie?” Haechan suggested.

You perked. “I know a good one.”

“No— no.” Mark cut in quickly, pointing a finger with the intention to reprimand in your direction. “Every time you pick a movie it’s either fucked up or really fucked up. So no.”

“Don’t be a pussy, Mark.” You huffed, wrinkling your nose at him. “Just because you don’t like horror movies doesn’t mean your friends don’t.”

“I, for one, love a good horror movie!” Yukhei remarked, a smug grin breaking across his lips as he shot a flirtatious wink in your direction.

Haechan scoffed. “Bullshit! You couldn’t sleep alone for a week after we watched The Shining. And that wasn’t even scary!”

“There was a tidal wave of blood.” He grumbled defensively, crossing his arms over his chest as he slumped, lower lip jutting out dramatically.

“No tidal wave of blood is this one, promise.” You snickered, snatching the remote from the cluttered coffee table and switching on the television. It only took a few minutes of browsing through Netflix before you finally located the movie you’d saved to your watch list a few weeks ago but had never gotten the chance to watch.

Marked hopped up to flick off the lights as you pressed play, any excited or nervous murmurs coming to a halt as the opening credits rolled across the screen. Beside you, Taeyong tensed, squeezing his legs even tighter to his chest. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, not missing the nervous way he gnawed at his lower lip even in the darkness.

“Not good with horror movies?” You hummed, nudging his knee. He flinched in surprise, eyes shooting over to meet yours before he quickly diverted his attention back to the screen.

“No, not– not really.” He admitted weakly, clearing his throat.

A playful smirk twirled onto your lips and you subtly leaned into him, whispering near his ear, “you can hold my hand if you get scared.”

A fierce blush consumed his cheeks, illuminated by the soft grey light of the television. “I– I’ll be okay.” He coughed when his voice cracked and you chuckled under your breath, opting to cut the poor boy some slack… for now.

The movie progressed with the usual eerie start before transitioning into something lighter, though the low hum of anticipation-building music never ceased. Even if at some point it became rather repetitive, you thoroughly enjoyed a good horror movie. Most of the time, they failed to meet expectations and you left feeling rather disappointed that your stomach hadn’t leapt into your throat any point throughout the film. However, every once in a while, you were pleasantly surprised.

Now, was not one of those times.

Boredom quickly settled over you as the plot developed, revealing itself to be almost identical to a number of horror movies you’d watched in the past. You slumped back in your seat, a subtle scowl staining your lips. But then… inspiration. Devious, unquestionably self indulgent inspiration that risked putting a certain someone in a possibly very awkward (but also very delightful) position.

The slow slide of your eyes from the television over to the boy seated at your left revealed that not everyone found the movie to be boring and repetitive. Taeyong was practically trembling. He had both of his hands over his face, wide, uncertain eyes peeking out timidly from between his index and middle fingers.

You had to sink your teeth into your lip in order to subdue the large grin threatening to break across your face.

Fuck, he’s too adorable.

Unable to resist, you allowed a curious hand to wander towards his leg. With a brush so subtle it could’ve been mistaken for a breeze, you traced a finger over the seam of his pants. But, with his senses on high alert, it wasn’t a sensation he missed. He jolted violently, head swinging in your direction. There was fear in his eyes, but it quickly melted into relief else once he realized it was you and not some demon.

Then his eyes drifted to where your finger lingered, hovering over his clothed thigh, and the relief transformed into something else entirely. Something hot and shameful and desperate, something he tried to hide behind frantically fluttering eyelids and quivering lips. But it was unmistakable.

You lifted your brows, a silent question swirling in your gaze. He swallowed, breath coming out in quick, shallow huffs as the unnameable emotion thickened inside of him, then he nudged his leg shyly towards you. The air you didn’t realize you were holding in your lungs rushed out in one quick exhale, a subtle smirk curling onto your lips as excitement swirled in your gut. Taeyong sucked his lower lip into his mouth as your open palm landed boldly on his lower thigh, fingers pressing gently into the clothed muscle just above his knee.

For a few minutes, it remained there, not moving any lower or any high, simply resting on his leg and he found himself relaxing beneath your touch. The heat of your hand was a welcome –comforting, even– distraction from the horror movie that had progressed to the point in the plot where the reckless characters put themselves directly into the line of danger instead of taking the intelligent path that would help them avoid it all together. You could feel the tension returning to Taeyong’s muscles as suspense building music poured from the surround sound speakers.

In a two sided attempt to both comfort and tease, you began gently massaging his thigh. His breath audibly hitched, gaze straying from the screen once more in favor of watching the slow, deliberate motion of your fingers squeezing around his leg. That alone was enough to set his long neglected desire to flames. It burned within him, hot and dangerous, turning his face a dark, flattering crimson.

It was too much. He’d never been touched like this before. You weren’t even close to his crotch and he could still feel the distinctive hardening beneath the zipper of his jeans which were growing tighter and tighter with every passing moment. At this rate, he’d make a mess of himself before the movie even reached its climax.

The mere thought of coming untouched was enough to make his head feel dizzy, a mixture of humiliation and heady lust licking at his nerves.

He couldn’t believe he was feeling this way, in a room full of his friends no less. If one of them were to look over, even through darkness, it would be impossible to miss your hand laid across his lap or the feverish blush coating his face, illuminated by the dull light of the tv.

Then, your hand shifted higher. It was a minute movement, couldn’t have been more than an inch or two. But it had his pulse spiking in his veins nonetheless, blood rushing downward. You gripped gently at the inside of his slim thigh, thumb tracing slow, calculated circles into the rough material of his jeans. He trembled beneath the teasing ministrations, jaw clenched to fight back the urge to moan as your curious touch wandered upwards once more.

“Is this alright?”

The question came unexpectedly, a sudden rush of warm breath hitting the curve of his throat. He sucked his lips into his mouth, shivering faintly at the low, rough sound of your voice, just quiet enough that none of the other men in the room could make it out.

He offered a sharp, jerky nod, desperately heaving in deep breath through his nose. The corner of your mouth curled.

“God you're shaking. Are you that sensitive? Or do you just get off on getting felt up in front of all your friends? How naughty.” You chuckled tauntingly, words borderline malicious.

“I– I don’t— I’m not—” he swallowed, shaking his head frantically in denial of your words, despite the flames they ignited inside of him.

“I think you are.” You purred, tracing your index finger lightly over his prominent bulge, eliciting a strangled moan from his trembling lips. He was fortunate enough that at the very moment the sound escaped, some ditzy bimbo began screaming her lungs out in the movie. Still, he slapped a hand over his offending lips, looking around frantically to see if anyone had heard his slip up. Luckily enough, it seemed they hadn’t.

This was payback, he realized abruptly, this was payback for walking in on you showering.

But even if it was—

It felt too damn good.

His head tipped back, hand surging to cover his burning face and stifle his whimpers as you suddenly gripped firmly at his clothed length. A low, appreciative hum thrummed through your chest as you felt him twitch, delighting in just how responsive he was to your touch. His thighs squeezed together, hips shuddering upwards as you mapped him out.

The urge to set your teeth upon his neck was almost overwhelming, but you resisted only because it might draw some attention from the room’s other, currently oblivious, occupants. You doubted Yukhei would miss it, even if he was desperately hiding his eyes behind those astoundingly massive hands.

But shit was it tempting.

His pretty porcelain skin would look so good painted in varying shades of pink and red. So sweet and pure… you wanted to taint him.

He couldn’t stop moving now, squirming and quivering in place. He was unraveling right before your eyes, and you were devouring it. What a sight…

Warmth stirred in your belly, and you rolled your palm down. He jolted violently, then in the next second he was up on his feet. It happened so quickly that you nearly fell over, just barely catching yourself from falling into the spot he previously occupied. Yukhei shrieked in shock, throwing himself directly into Jaehyun’s lap.

“Fuck, Taeyong! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Haechan shrilled, clutching a pillow against his chest. Instead of responding, Taeyong jerked forward, the movement sharp and robotic, like his body wasn’t quite caught up to his brain.

“What are you doing?” Doyoung asked, squinting at him through the darkness. “And why do you look so—”

“B- B- Bathroom!” Taeyong squeaked out abruptly. You could only watch with wide eyes and gaping lips as he proceeded to run out of the living room like his ass was on fire.

“Movie must’ve freaked him out.” Johnny muttered.

“It’s not even that bad.” Yukhei scoffed in a voice too high pitched for his words to sound believable, grunting when Jaehyun shoved him off of his lap. Noisy banter was quick ensue. Noisy and distracting enough for you to make a quick and silent escape without catching any of the other boys’ attention.

“Taeyong?” You called softly, worry churning in your gut that you overstepped or upset him. “Tae, I’m sorry if I—” you gasped, words cutting off in your throat as a hand found your wrist and you were quickly tugged around the corner and into the unlit hallway.

The motion was so unexpected you ended up tripping over your own feet, having to slam a hand against the wall to steady yourself. But it was only when you felt a rush of quick, warm breath against your face that you realized the position you’d gotten yourself into. Taeyong was standing in front of you, face flushed a feverish shade of red, faint perspiration glistening on his skin, and he was standing with his spine flush against the wall, effectively caged in by your body. And he was looking at you.

Really looking at you.

With the kind of eyes that had something tightening deliciously in the pit of your stomach, chills of excitement ricocheting through your veins.

“Tae?” His name was less than a breath on your lips, laced with an unspoken question. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, fluttering gaze dancing across your face.

“I almost…” he swallowed, shivering voice tapering off as he became overwhelmed by the proximity. He could smell your shampoo, a subtle, smoky-vanilla kind of scent that made his head feel dizzy. “I almost c- came.”

The corner of your mouth swirled, both amused and charmed by the way he whispered the word, tone so innocent and shy that the filthy meaning behind it almost became misconstrued in your head.

“Do you want to come, Taeyong?” You asked quietly, jutting a knee forward to press between his thighs. He gasped, trembling lips silently caressing the shape of your name as his hands shot forward, clutching desperately onto the sides of your shirt. A shy nod was all he could muster, the words feeling far too dirty to say aloud. But you weren’t satisfied.

“Say it.” You murmured, nose brushing against his. His breath hitched at the command, warmth flushing through his veins beneath the staggering heat of your dark, hooded gaze. “If you want it, say it. If you don’t, tell me now.”

“I want it!” He said quickly, only to flush and shrink in on himself, taken aback by his own outburst. Licking his lips, he repeated himself in a much softer voice, “I– I want it.”

You let out a low hum, curving a gentle hand around his jaw. “Can I kiss you?”

A shock ran through his body, his wide eyes snapping down to trace to soft lines of your mouth. “Yes.” He breathed, suddenly desperate for a taste of your lips. You didn’t deny him.

The first brush of your lips against his is light, delicate… teasing. It made his knees tremble, fierce anticipation and wild desire running rampant through him. He opened up for you like a goddamn flower in bloom, melting sweetly when you applied even the slightest bit more pressure. His mouth was soft and warm, his kiss shy. And there was something ever so endearing about the way he clutched at your top like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

You kept the pace deliberately slow, relishing in the soft moans that fluttered from his chest as you sucked his lower lip into your mouth, gently sinking your teeth into the sensitive flesh. He was wracked by a violent full body shiver when you licked over the seam of his lip.

God he’s adorable.

His strong reactions made you wonder if he’d ever been kissed like this before. Or, perhaps, this was a new experience entirely.

“Taeyong.” He whimpered when you abruptly broke away from the kiss, but you ignored it. “Are you a virgin?”

His eyes widened, a deep red flooding his cheeks. Then, he nodded, gaze dropping to the floor as the tips of his ears darkened.

Wicked excitement curled in your gut, heat licking at your veins at the thought of being the first to corrupt such a sweet… innocent…

“Have you ever been touched before?”

He shook his head, chest pressing against your with every jagged inhale he drew into his lungs.

You dipped a hand between your bodies, trailing teasingly down his stomach. “Would you like to be touched?” Your voice had dropped at least an octave, a low, rasping whisper that nearly made him keen.

“Yes.” A devious grin settled across your lips at the quickness of his reply. Didn’t even need to think that one over, huh?

You slid your hand over his crotch, feeling his hips buck uncontrollably when you squeezed. “Just looking at you,” you began, toying with his zipper, “I never would’ve guessed what a little slut you are.”

“I- I’m not a slut.” He whimpered, digging his fingers into your waist.

“Aren’t you, though?” You popped the button of his jeans. “I mean, take a good look at yourself, Yongie; letting yourself get felt up and teased by your best friend’s roommate while they’re just in the next room over. Seems pretty slutty to me.”

Taeyong couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his chest at the degrading word, his cock twitching within the confines of his boxers. Slipping a finger beneath the elastic, you tugged it away from his skin, letting out a playful coo when his weeping pink tip peeked out. The blush on his face intensified tenfold, both of his hands dropping down instinctively to cover himself. But you were faster, snatching his wrists and pinning them against the wall on either side of his head.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Shivering, he offered a compliant nod.

“Good boy.”

He barely had time to form a reaction to the praise before he felt you around him, stroking and caressing. The responding moan that burst from his lips was loud— too loud. You were quick to cover his gaping mouth, successfully muffling the series of succeeding gasps and whimpers.

“Careful, sweetheart,” you clicked your tongue, watching the way his eyes fluttered and rolled as you tightened your grip around his cock, “you wouldn’t want your hyungs to find out what a little slut you’re being, now would you? Mark was so kind, inviting you into his home… How do you think he’d feel if he were to see you taking advantage of his hospitality, getting your pretty little cock played with by his roommate? How shameless...”

Taeyong whimpered, and you felt the gentle press of his lips against your palm, followed by a meek flick of his tongue. He was looking at you now, really looking at you, with the kind of pathetic, wanting eyes that never failed to make your skin burn in excitement. You wondered if you could make him cry, overwhelm him with pleasure to the point where he couldn’t keep his emotions at bay. The desire to ruin him was almost unbearable.

Swirling your thumb over his tip, you slotted a leg between his, pressing up against him from underneath. He nearly keened at the pressure, hips rolling greedily over your thigh, simultaneously pumping his cock into your closed fist. Heaven, this must be heaven. Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to succumb to his desires so readily, with such… enthusiasm. But this Taeyong surprised you at every turn. You’d thought he’d be shy, reserved, hesitant to give in, but here he was, riding your thigh and fucking your hand like his life depended on it, his muffled moans pulsing beneath your palm.

It’d be a flat out lie to say you weren’t beyond turned on.

There was a slick warmth building between your thighs, soaking into the fabric of your underwear, and tight knots in your stomach, threatening to burst at any given moment. The knowledge that less than thirty feet away, your roommate and all his friends were gathered and one stray moan from the crumbling man before you could give away all the filthy things you were doing to him stroked the lustful flames blazing through your blood. One glimpse into those hooded, glassy brown eyes told you he was suffering from a similar burn.

“Turn around.” You demanded, somewhat breathless as you tore your hands off of him. A low whimper escaped past trembling lips at the loss of stimulation, a shiver rippling down his spine as his hard, abandoned cock swung through empty air. Regardless, he was quick to comply, spinning himself around and pressing his palms flat against the wall. You hummed a praise, pleased with his eager compliance, rewarding him with your touch. He gasped, forced to sink his teeth into his lip to stifle his whimpers as your hands slipped over his body: one returning to stroke his dick while the other pushed beneath the material of his top, venturing up to his chest where your fingers set to toying with his sensitive nipples.

“(y/n)—” he moaned your name desperately, rocking his body back against yours as overwhelming pleasure pulsed through his veins.

“Easy, sweetheart,” you chuckled darkly, splaying a steadying palm across his hips as they began grinding back into yours, “you sound like you're about to burst.”

He moaned, shuddering when you caressed his sensitive tip, and an idea struck you.

“Can you do something for me, Tae?” You asked, voice a low, rasping against the shell of his ear. “Can you suck?”

Any short lived confusion dissipated from his mind when he felt your fingers nudging at the soft flesh of his lips. A deep blush flooded into his cheeks, but his mouth opened nonetheless, shyly taking your digits inside.

“There you go…” you purred, feeling his tongue lick delicately at the pads of your middle and ring finger. He sucked, and you lowered your head to press slow, encouraging kisses laced with whispered praises to the juncture of his throat. You felt the soft vibrations of his muffled moans quivering through your knuckles and against your lips. He was shaking, the stimulation to his cock causing violent tremors to wrack his body. He wasn’t far off from release, you could tell as much by the way he was twitching and the slow increase in volume of his sounds.

But you weren’t finished yet.

Not by a long shot.

You pulled your fingers from his mouth, the suction of his lips giving with a lewd, wet pop. A filthy sound coming from such innocent lips.

Leaning forward, you nipped gently at the shell of his red tinted ear, hand releasing his dick in favor of venturing beneath the hem of his pants. You heard his breath hitched and offered quietly, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Taeyong nodded in understanding, but offered no resistance as you pushed the thick denim down over the soft curve of his ass. His shoulders jumped, a gasp shooting from his lips when you slid a saliva soaked finger between his cheeks, coming to the abrupt realization of what your intentions were.

“O– oh—”

“Is this alright?”

He swallowed, glancing back at you from over his shoulder. “I– I’ve never…”

You soothed a hand down the front of his thigh, “it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

There was no judgement in your tone, rather a gentleness to the reassurance that put his buzzing nerves at ease. “That’s not it,” he shook his head, gnawing at the corner of his lip as a soft pink crept across his cheeks, “j– just…”

“Just?”

Taeyong drew in a deep, trembling breath. Your furrowed brows shot to your hairline, heat twisting in your gut as he suddenly bent himself over, sticking his ass out, practically fucking presenting himself to you. “B- be gentle…” he whispered shyly, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

Steam would surely start coming out of your nose if your temperature rose any further. This is fucking ridiculous. How was it possible for a man to be so cute yet so sexy all at once? This couldn’t be good for your health…

Smirking deviously, you settled a palm between his shoulder blades, pressing down ever so slightly and watching as he delicately arched his spine. “I’m always gentle.”

A hiccuping moan rushed from his chest at the first careful press of your finger, his brows furrowing deeply as his muscles tightened in response to the foreign stretch.

“Relax, sweetheart.” You reminded lightly, settling soothing kisses across his shoulder. He drew in a series of deep breaths, allowing himself to adjust to the sensation of having something inside of him while melting into the tender caress of your cool lips across his feverish skin. You felt the slow dissipation of tension, felt the way he melted beneath you. “There you go…” you cooed, easing into him until your knuckle before allowing him a few moments to adjust.

He was panting, forehead thudding softly against the wall as his hips trembled, a strange but not unpleasant feeling sparking to life inside of him.

“Oh…” it was a barely audible sound, soft and breathless of shuddering lips. But you didn’t miss it, didn’t miss the way his shoulders drooped, his walls tight relaxing ever so faintly around the intruding digit. The corner of your mouth curled upwards in a salacious smirk, and you curled your finger experimentally.

His reaction was instantaneous, a moan of surprise entwined with unexpected pleasure rushing from his flush throat. He glanced back at you from over his shoulder, eyes wide and trembling, hazy with an emotion you immediately recognized as pure, unfiltered lust. Your grin widened, almost triumphant as you whispered, “feel that?”

He nodded rapidly, a gasp of breath wracking his chest. “Yes,” his hands were curling into fists where they were braced against the plaster wall.

“Wanna feel it again?”

The sound he let out was a combination of several things, keening and desperate for the sensation he’d never before experienced. “Please. Please.”

It was impossible to say anything but yes when he begged like that.

You rewarded him by stretching him out around a second finger, his knees nearly giving out when you thrust them in as deep as they would go. He was an absolute mess, forced to slap a quivering hand over his gaping mouth when his teeth proved insufficient at keeping his sounds in. You were enjoying yourself perhaps a little too much, enjoying watching him slowly crumble, enjoying watching his innocence shatter into tiny irreparable pieces on the floor beside glistening drops of precum. He was just too irresistible…

“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” He was nodding before you even finished the question, muffled moans and sobs escaping through his fingers as he fucked himself back onto yours. You curve a hand around the shape of his jaw, tugging his head back at an angle that surely causes a strain in his neck, and slot your lips into his. Shoving your tongue down his throat proves a far more efficient means of keeping him quiet.

But when you curled your fingers inside of him, subsequently stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves, even your mouth wasn’t enough to stifle the shriek of pleasure that burst from his throat. You were hoping the screams you heard emulating from the other room were enough to drown it out.

“Keep your voice down.” You all but snarled, curling a hand around his throat.

“I- I can’t— oh god, it feels so g- good.” He babbled, voice strained from the sheer effort of trying to keep himself from crying out in bliss. “I’m g- gonna come— I’m gonna c- come—” the sound of him choking on his words, gasping for breath around the added resistance of your restricting hold was even hotter than you imagined it would be.

“Gone on, sweetheart. Let me see you make a mess of yourself.” You kissed the shell of his ear, deciding then to have mercy and offer his pathetic, weeping cock a helping hand. He was finished the moment your fingers grazed his tip, struck with an orgasm so powerful it had his knees buckling beneath the weight of his quivering body.

His jaw when slack, unleashing every pent up sound he’d managed to keep bottled up thus far. They came rushing out of him too quickly to stop, not that you made much of an effort. You were enjoying the way he was moaning your name like it was his saving grace far too much to care whether or not the other boys were hearing. In fact, the thought of them hearing their sweet, innocent Taeyong whimpering like a bitch in heat, moaning your name, gave you an unexpected rush of delight.

You didn’t stop fucking your fingers into his tight little hole until you were certain you’d milked him for all he was worth, until he was reduced to little more than a trembling, whimpering mess against your chest, barely able to keep himself upright.

“Oh my g- god.” He murmured shakily, head falling back to rest on your shoulder.

A low chuckle slid from your lips as you gently released his spent cock, simultaneously pulling out of him. He winced faintly, whining weakly at the unpleasant emptiness that ensued.

“That felt pretty good didn’t it?” You teased.

He bit his lip, humming airily as he melted into your hold.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Taeyong?” Your words danced over the curve of his throat, flooding his senses with the fluttering implication. Blushing, he nodded, a shy bob of his head that caused the sweat soaked fringes of his bangs to fall over his eyes, clinging delicately to his pretty eyelashes. “Words?”

“I—” he swallowed, gaze flitting as his face reddened further, “I’m a g- good boy.”

You mouth curled deviously. Holding your come covered hand up to his panting mouth, you whispered against the shell of his ear, “good boys clean up their mess.”

His breath hitched, wide eyes jumping over to meet yours. You held his gaze boldly, cocking an expectant brow. Then, ever so lightly, his tongue dipped out from between red bitten lips, kitten licking his come from your fingertips. You could’ve come right then and there, watching him shyly lap his own release from your hand. Honestly you would’ve been happy to stay like that all night, his tongue tracing the lines of your palm, caressing your knuckles…

But then the doorbell rang, and someone cleared their throat in the other room.

“Uh… foods here.”

Taeyong leapt away from you with a gasp, flushing deeply as his hands flew to tuck himself back into his jeans.

“D- do you think they—” his voice cracked and he coughed as crimson crept up his neck.

You smirked, not in the least bit ashamed.

“Oh, definitely.”

A/N; well i dropped off the face of the earth, sorry about that loves. but i think you’ll be happy to know that i have a number of wip sitting in drafts, should i tease the banners?

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junowritings · 3 years

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Hello! I just saw your Kalim x reader and my heart went boom!

Is there any chance that I can request a Neige Leblanche x Fem NRC student Reader?

*Where Neige falls for her quite literally and romanticly when she is setting up for VDC. But turns out his love is somewhat forbidden in a sense.*

please and thank you! Also, question! Have you seen Yuuekn for the twst manga? He's really cute in my opinion! Have a good day!

I’m so happy to hear that you liked that hun I had a lot of hun with it~! Also I feel like writing Neige on Vil’s birthday’s gonna get me cursed but it’s fiiiine~

Also HELL YEAH I’VE SEEN YUUKEN. That man threatened Crowley with a kendo stick what a legend I can’t wait for the next volume! --------

You were only supposed to oversee the others working as VDC was being set up, to go around checking on others progress and non-too-subtly marvel at all of the booths as they were being built and arranged in the appropriate locations.

Admittedly, you were probably only allowed free reign so you didn’t get in the way of the performers as they got in some practice for the final show. If the sharp look Vil had given you when as he’d practically herded you out was anything to go by, making yourself scarce till things cooled down was your best course of action, so you’d taken to keeping track of the backstage team, if only to see all the work that went into making this long awaited event happen.

It was just pure chance that one of the second years had caught you wandering between equipment and mistook you as part of the team. Before you knew it, he was handing you an imposingly large set of speakers and asking you to get them moved back to the stage, and perhaps if you’d been more firmer about refusing, then you wouldn’t have been scrambling towards the main area, weighty equipment in tow as you hauled them alongside you.

Fortunately, the work you’d been dragged into suited you just fine; you’d worked a few backstage gigs during previous school events, thanks to the headmaster’s brilliant idea to leave professional work to a bunch of minimally trained students (seriously, what does Crowley even spend the event budget on?). Thankfully, you were well prepared, and it looked like the other ‘volunteers’ were grateful for the extra set of hands too, as before long you were being approached by some of the first year workers, asking for your advice or help because they weren’t sure what to do.

You’re overseeing one such first year as he sets up the wires for the overhead lights, peering over his shoulder from where he’s crouched and guiding him when needed. When he plugs in the last of the cords he turns to glance up at you, wordlessly seeking your approval.

You grin and flash him a thumbs up. “Hey, great job. Told ya you could do it.”

At your response the student visibly relaxes, standing up and rolling off the stiffness from being stuck in such an awkward position for so long. He gives the lights a quick once over before shuffling back, releasing a sigh as he muses aloud. “Looks like that was the last of the tech setup; do you think we’ll be needed anywhere else?”

You give a noncommittal shrug. “Probably not; unless we’re needed down by the clubs I think they’re all set.”

Honestly, the work’s pretty much done by this point, and you’re sure that sooner or later you’ll be getting a call from Rook letting you know it’s time to rejoin the group. You’ve got to admit, you’re looking forward to seeing all of the boys’ hard work pay off - you know they’ve been busting their butts to polish their routine and you’re sure their nerves are kicking in right about now.

Maybe you could bring them something back from the stalls? A good luck charm or something to snack on to ease their nerves a bit - you’re sure Ace and Kalim would appreciate some of those ‘pick-me-up’ treats from those food stands they’d been eyeing near the entrance...

Something catches your attention from the corner of your eye mid-musing, and you find yourself pausing as you cast your gaze towards the stage. There’s several people on stage, and you know at a glance that they’re not part of the crew - the pristine white and blue uniforms were a dead giveaway as is, but as you watch the small group move along the structure you freeze, eyes narrowing.

Are those...kids?

You can’t be certain, given that you’re pretty sure this is a students only event, however you’re transfixed on watching them chatter happily to one another as they point at the different decorations strung up all over the venue. There’s one boy among them that you notice, namely because he’s the tallest of the small, merry group; his smile is bright and gentle as he laughs along with his friends, guiding two of them by the hands so that the group doesn’t get separated.

The sight is cute, no one can deny, and it's enough to tug a smile at the corner of your lips. The student beside you notices your silence and follows your gaze, gasping when he spots who you’re looking at.

“Wha-Neige is here already?!”

“Neige?” You look between the student and the boy, confused.

Now where have you heard that name before…

Your eyes widen when you remember. Of course, Neige Leblanche! That guy you’d seen from those interviews! You remember how miffed Vil had gotten when at the sight of the soft spoken boy when they’d worked a shoot together, just about dragging you and Rook out with him before Neige had even finished his segment. Apparently they were rivals or something, but you’d never gotten the chance to ask before Vil had shut that conversation down the moment it started.

Remembering the tempered scowl on Vil’s otherwise pristine face brought a frown to your own. What was it about this guy that he’d hated so much? The more you watched Neige the more he seemed about as nice as you’d expect, regarding his friends with a soft smile that radiated nothing but warmth and kindness as they swarmed around him, all smiles and laughter.

One of the boys tottered away from the group, wandering over to the edge of the stage to look down at the people still milling about. His fingers were wound into the scarf around his neck, pulling it up close to his face as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, looking around with curious eyes. Eventually, he spotted you off to the side and you found yourself smiling as you offered a small wave.

The boy’s face brightened and he didn’t hesitate to return the gesture, waving back and letting go of his scarf long enough for you to see him smiling back at you. You chuckled a little at the sight, but the little moment doesn’t last long before his face suddenly scrunches up, discomfort crossing his face.

“A-Achoo!”

He sneezes violently enough that it completely knocks him off balance, and your face pales when you watch him start to topple off of the stage. People have wrecked their ankles just trying to jump from that height, so the moment you see him start to fall you’re running to catch him, arms stretching out before you’ve even reached him.

“Ah! Snick!”

Neige notices his friend beginning to tumble and crosses the stage before you get there, calling out the boy's name as a hand reaches out to grab the back of that peach scarf and uses the garment to pull him upright. You’d have been relieved if the momentum of yanking him back hadn’t sent Neige falling right off in his place, and now you’re running to catch a different boy as you watch him go over the edge.

Fortunately, the split second difference between him and Snick gives you enough time to reach him, and Neige lands in your open arms not a moment after you get there with a gasp at the force. Mentally congratulating yourself for the good catch, you look down at the boy nestled in your arms, who looks back up at you with a surprised expression.

His hair’s skewed, hat having landed somewhere in the fall as soft black strands fall over his face and brush against his lashes. He’s close enough that you’re pretty sure that you can hear his heart hammering in his chest, and his eyes are wide - you guess he’s still shaken from the tumble - but up close you can see just how striking they are, a deep brown easing into a honey color.

‘No wonder this guy’s an actor,’ you find yourself thinking. ‘He looks like he’s straight from a painting.’

You shake the thought away and focus on the moment, lips parting to ask. “Are you okay?”

For a beat, Neige blinks up at you, speechless before breaking from his apparent reverie with a start.

“O-Oh! Y-yes, thank you.” you watch a pink hue rise to his face, dusting across his cheeks as he brings a hand to fix his collar, gaze never straying from your own.

Your expression softens at the response. How cute.

“Niege! Neige, are you okay?!”

A voice calls out, and you look up just in time to spot Neige’s gaggle of friends as they race down the stage stairs, moving to converge around you and the boy in your arms. The one who yelled - with silver hair and glasses - seems relieved when he sees Niege is unharmed, and Snick looks on the verge of tears as he shuffles to his friend’s side, bumbling apologies between sniffles.

Neige smiles and reaches out a hand to affectionately ruffle Snick’s hair. “It’s alright; I’m fine, everyone.”

The spectacled boy turns to you and bows. “Thank you so much for your help!”

You shuffle anxiously at the praise. “Ah, well, it’s no sweat, really - I’m glad I caught him in time! Heh…”

Both you and Neige sneak a look at one another, and as your eyes meet you become acutely aware of the fact that you’re still holding him to your chest. Masking your embarrassment with a cough, you loosen your grip enough for him to ease back onto his feet. He smooths out his sweater and you lean down to grab his hat, shaking it back into shape before moving to place it back onto his head.

You don’t think twice about tucking some stray strands of hair behind his ear until he lets out a soft “Oh!” and you fluster, bringing your hands to your chest as he mirrors the motion.

“Thank you for catching me!” he hums, words sincere as he gives a little bow of his own.

“It’s no problem!” you give an idle wave, rubbing the back of your neck as you add. “Besides, the headmaster would have my head if another school’s student got hurt on our school grounds!”

Neige raises a brow at your words, but laughs along with you when you chuckle.

“So, you guys are entering VDC, right?” you venture a guess, changing the subject, and you watch the group nod in various degrees of agreement.

“Yes! I’m looking forward to seeing everyone perform!” Neige beams at the mention of the event. “Are you a member of the NRC team…?”

He trails off, realizing he doesn’t know your name; when you tell him, he repeats the name back to himself softly, as though making sure to remember it.

“As for me? I’m not on their team, well, technically.” you find yourself hesitating for a moment. “I’m more of a manager, cheering on the team and helping out with set-up. Though, Vil’s been handling most of the work, heh.”

“Vil?” he parrots back to you, looking visibly delighted at the name Happy to ramble about your friend, you’re quick to continue.

“Yeah! He’s been working really hard with everyone to polish their performance - I swear, you’re gonna love it! He’s actually-”

“(Y/N)-!”

You freeze, head whipping in the direction of the voice, spotting Vil striding in your direction as the crowd parts seamlessly to move out of his way. You grin as you watch him approach, but your smile falters a bit when you see his expression. Though his face remains carefully neutral, you’ve known him long enough to recognize that he’s positively seething, and you have no idea what’s got him so angry.

Still surprised to see him, you shift to face him. “Oh, hey Vil! What are you doing-?”

“We need to go.” Vil’s voice is stern, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder guiding you away from Niege and back towards the way he’d come from.

“Wha-why?” you sputter, confused.

“The event’s nearly starting, and we’re up first - you’re going to be late.”

He punctuates each word carefully, though gives you a surprisingly soft smile and brings his free hand to rest against your back when he notices the confusion visible on your face. “The others are waiting for you.” he adds, as though working to ease your concern as he continues to walk with you.

“O-oh, okay.” you fumble for a moment before craning your neck to look back at Neige, giving him the brightest smile you can muster as you wave.

“See you later, Neige! Good luck with the performance~!”

Neige returns the wave, soft smile betrayed by furrowed brows as he watches your retreating form disappear back into the bustle of people. For a few moments he tries to spot you in the crowd before reluctantly giving up, bringing a hand up to his chest and lightly grasping his sweater between his fingers.

“(Y/N)...” he mumbles aloud, hoping to himself that this isn’t the last time he sees you today.

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undercoveravenger · 3 years

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Glass Roses

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Ok, I really like the idea of themed requests. So my fairytale request... Modern Cinderella with Peter Parker, who is looking for the person who saved him as Spiderman. Tony maybe helps him by making a party or something? Or he goes to a dance in his school”

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“Are you sure about this, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked, studying his reflection in the massive full-body mirror that hung from the wall in front of him.

Tony rolled his eyes, pushing himself up out of his armchair and crossing the room to help smooth the creases out of the collar of Peter’s jacket. “Of course I am, kid,” he said, taking a step back to consider the fit of the suit he’d had made for him. “You said you wanted to find whoever helped you beat that weird octopus guy, but the only clue that you had was that they were male and roughly your age.” He shrugged, adjusting his sunglasses and crossing his arms over his chest, “Given that he’s pretty young, I figure he’s probably a glorified assistant to a bigger name. That’s why I invited every hero that might have a sidekick around your age to the party. They should be arriving shortly.”

Right, the party. Tony had come up with the idea of hosting a gathering of all the heroes in the nearby area in an effort to help Peter find the young vigilante that had swooped in just in time to save Peter from being dispatched by a mad scientist that called himself Doc Ock and then vanished as soon as the villain had been defeated, leaving only the lingering memory of his wind tousled (h/c) hair and the shape of his face, his eyes and cheekbones covered by a domino mask made of shimmering black glass.

“Do you really think this will work?” Peter asked, reaching over to pick up the masquerade mask that’d been designed to match the pattern of his Spider-Man suit and carefully slipping it on.

Tony chuckled, grinning fondly as he ruffled Peter’s hair. “Kid, you and I both know that I’m always right.” He jerked his chin toward the door as he tugged his sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on, “Now, let’s go find you a boyfriend.”

Peter opened his mouth to argue, but Tony had already clapped him on the back and left the room to join the party beginning to rage downstairs. He took a steadying breath, adjusting his outfit one last time in the mirror before following after his mentor.

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The party was in full swing by the time Peter made his way downstairs and into the throng of people dancing. He avoided letting himself get caught up in the pounding bass of whatever song was blaring through the speakers, instead keeping all of his senses on high alert for any sign of the man he was looking for as he wove through the crowd.

Minutes passed and Peter was beginning to think that maybe he hadn’t shown up at all when he caught sight of a familiar black domino mask through the crowd, its owner shooting him a playful smirk before vanishing into the waves of partygoers like he’d never been there to begin with.

Peter knew he had to hurry or the vigilante would disappear the same way he had the night of their first encounter and there was no guarantee that he’d be able to find him again.

He pushed through the throngs of people without pausing to apologize, keeping his eyes on the rapidly disappearing figure of the man who had saved him as he was led out of the ballroom, down the winding labyrinthian hallways of the Avengers Center, and finally out of the building.

With how packed the dance hall had been, it came as no surprise that the grounds were practically deserted. The only exception was a faint glowing light coming from the gazebo at the edge of the lake, where Peter knew that he would find the man he was looking for.

Sure enough, as Peter rounded the corner and ducked through the entryway, he could see the vigilante leaning against the far railing, twirling a glass blade gently between his fingers as he waited for him.

The (h/c) looked up as Peter entered, lips twisting up into a subtle smile. “I hear you’ve been looking for me?”

Peter’s mouth went dry and he struggled to think of what to say. He’d rehearsed it a dozen times, but now that the moment was here and he was standing right in front of him, he was almost more nervous than the first time he’d met Mr. Stark. “I- I wanted to say thank you.”

(E/c) eyes widened and he looked almost surprised, “For what?”

“A few weeks ago?” Peter stammered. “With Doc Ock?”

“Right, the guy with the robot tentacles,” the (h/c) said. He shook his head, waving the hand with the knife dismissively, “It’s my job to help people.” His lips quirked up in amusement, “They just usually don’t try to track me down after I do.”

Peter was struggling to figure out just what to say, but he eventually decided to just go for it. “I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

He looked almost… puzzled at that, like the idea that he could be caught in someone’s head was astounding. “Why?” In his moment of surprise, he lost focus on maintaining the knife and the glass melted easily back into the skin of his palm, disappearing like it had never been there at all.

Peter shrugged, reaching up absentmindedly to mess with the bottom edge of his mask. “I don’t know, I just-” he sighed, eyes flickering out over the abandoned training grounds. “That was a lie. I think your power is incredible and that you’re really attractive and I want to get to know you better.”

The (h/c) opened his mouth to reply but closed it again when an alarm began to ring from his watch. “Fuck, it’s almost midnight.” He shook his head, tapping a finger repeatedly against his thigh as he thought, “I’ve got to go.”

“Go? No, wait-” Peter exclaimed, reaching out to catch his wrist.

“I really can’t be here after midnight,” he replied, slipping free of the brunet’s grasp. He bit his lip, sharp (e/c) eyes examining the other hero for a moment before he seemingly came to a decision. He brought his palms together before slowly pulling them apart, revealing a beautiful glass rose clasped between his fingers. He held it out to Peter with a soft smile, “As long as you have this, you’ll see me again.”

Peter took the delicate flower gently, examining it with interest. “But how will I know how to find you?” When he received no answer, he looked up, brown eyes widening as he realized that the (h/c) had vanished into the darkening night. He sighed, disappointed, but couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at his lips as he admired the way the light glinted off of the perfectly sculpted glass.

He knew that he wasn’t really any closer to finding out the (h/c)’s secret identity, but the warmth in Peter’s chest at the knowledge that he would see him again made him sure that the night hadn’t been a complete bust.

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haaarry · 3 years

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Harry likes Y/N, and Y/N likes Harry, but neither know it.

A/N: I was daydreaming — as per usual — and my mind conjured up this little scenario with Harry.

A/N #2: I also write this on my phone am too tired from work and school to edit it, so sorry for any errors!

Enjoy :-)

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Harry and Y/N have always been friends.

Not super close, tell each other everything type of best friends, but friends nonetheless.

Harry was introduced to Y/N through his manager, via some long chain of someone knowing another person, and they hit it off instantly.

And Y/N grew feelings instantly. However, she never thought Harry’d look at her that way, so she kept her feelings to herself; but she so loves when Harry squeezes her a bit too tight while hugging or kisses her temple (he’s very affectionate toward his friends).

But she hates how hot her face gets when Harry’s touchy with her. She thinks he must have an inkling that she likes him, but he doesn’t want to embarrass her, so he just presses his lips to her warm cheek to tease her a bit more.

Take right now, for instance. Harry was visiting the town Y/N lives in, catching up with some old friends, and thought he’d swing up Y/N’s place to check up on her. Unknown to Y/N, Harry’s always had a soft spot for her, but he’s ruined one too many friendships with his girl friends by fucking them on a whim when he’s horny, and he doesn’t want to do that with her.

Well, he certainly wants to fuck her, but he won’t let his impulsive horniness ruin his great camaraderie with her.

As they’re sat on Y/N’s couch, enjoying a glass or two of wine while spilling to the other everything that’s happened since the last time they saw each other, Harry gives her a quick kiss to her cheek and can feel how hot her skin is against his lips. Y/N shies away with a smile and cups her cheek with her palm, trying to battle the butterflies in her stomach every time he lays a finger on her.

“Where’re ya goin’?” He asks with a tipsy smile (the wine is certainly already having an effect) and tangles his fingers around her forearm to pull her closer to him. “Haven’ seen ya in months, and you’re tryna run ‘way from me.”

Y/N giggles into the couch cushion beside her head, thankful her wine glass is empty or else she’d have spilt it by now.

“No where,” she defends. “You’re just makin’ me feel all warm.”

“Warm?” He hums, inching his face closer to hers until Y/N can feel his breath on her lips. Locking eyes, he’s desperate to lean in (maybe one little kiss won’t be so bad) but just as the gains the courage to do so, Y/N gets giggly and turns her head. “Whaaat?” He begs to know.

“Nothing — just felt like you were ‘boutta kiss me or somethin’. But I know you weren’t.”

“I was.” He states.

Y/N’s eyes grow large, focusing on Harry’s now dark green ones. “You were?”

“Mhm,” he hums again, his eyes flickering between her eyes and lips. “I still want to.”

This may not be the right time, considering Y/N’s wanted to kiss Harry pretty much since the day she met him, but Y/N feels conflicted.

Does he really want to kiss me? It must be the alcohol...

“It’s just the wine,” Y/N waves her hand dismissively.

“Then how come I woke up wanting to kiss you?” He asks her with a smirk. “I wasn’t drinking wine then. Or yesterday when I was eating lunch, when I thought about what it’d be like to kiss you.”

Y/N busts out into a fit of girlish giggles, swatting Harry’s bicep. “You’re so funny!” A frown etches onto Harry’s features, drawing back from Y/N a few mere centimeters. “What?”

“How come you don’t believe me?”

“I dunno,” she says plainly. “I just never thought you’d be into me... or ever want to kiss me.”

“I kiss your cheek pretty often, don’t I?”

“Yeah, my cheek. And as a friend.”

Harry shakes his head with a chuckle and ruffles his hair. “You’re unbelievable.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrow in concentration. “What do you mean?”

“I thought I’d made it pretty obvious I liked you. And I thought you liked me since your face blazes every time I kiss you,” he teases her relentlessly.

Y/N doesn’t know where to begin. Inside, she’s screaming “HE LIKES ME!” but her mouth goes ahead and says, “it doesn’t blaze, just gets a lil’ warm,” to play it cool.

“Riiight,” he rolls his eyes playfully and decides to play it cool as well. “Well, whatever then,” he scooches away from her and places their wine glasses on the coffee table, “we don’t have to kiss — since you don’t like me back.”

She’s not sure why, but Y/N’s afraid to tell Harry she does like him. She wants to grab him and kiss him, but the teasing atmosphere surrounding them is preventing her from doing so. She feels as if she should play hard to get and act like she doesn’t like him (she’s had a lot of practice) but she’s afraid it’ll ruin her chance of getting to kiss him.

She’s silent, not sure of what to say to continue the conversation.

“I’ll just...” Harry adjusts his body to be seated a little father from Y/N, wanting to see how far he can take things before she breaks, “move on over here. Just two friends sitting... platonically.”

“Well, you don’t have to go all the way other there,” Y/N rolls her eyes. “You can scoot back over here.”

“Nah,” Harry shakes his head. “I’m fine here.”

Y/N frowns while grabbing a pillow to cuddle to her chest. “Fine...” she traces the pattern of the pillow with her index finger, not knowing how to act now. She wants to tell him she likes him — believe her — but the tension is thick and it’s preventing her from doing it. Her eyes flicker up to his, whose are right on hers, and she looks back from at her lap quickly.

“You are the most stubborn girl I’ve ever met.” Harry breathlessly laughs. “Why won’t you say you like me back? I know you do.”

“Oh, yeah?” Y/N feels feisty, always loving a good argument with Harry because it’s the only time she gets to see him flustered and pink in the face. “And how’s that?”

“I already told you about how hot your face gets.”

“That’s... that’s not even a good reason. Another?”

A mischievous smile spreads on Harry’s lips. “I see the way you stare at me.”

Y/N’s heart stops, looking away from him for a second to calm down. “I don’t stare at you.”

“Yeah...” Harry inches closer until their knees are touching, “you do.” He places his arm on the back of the couch, dominating the space he’s in. “When I was pouring our wine earlier, you were practically drooling over me.”

“I was not!” Y/N instantly defends her character — even if it is true.

“Yes, you were.” Harry’s smiling ear-to-ear, feeling giddy. “When I caught you with your chin in your hands, you pretended like you were trying to pop a pimple.”

“Oh,” Y/N cups her blazing cheeks with her palms, knowing she’s losing this frivolous fight. “Okay, maybe I snuck a peak at you.”

The color of a rose splashes across Harry’s nose and cheekbones. “I knew it.” He scoots closer and grabs both of her wrists, pulling them down to her lap and using his thumb and index to grab her chin. He rotates her head to look at him, and he loves how much she’s blushing. “Can I kiss you now?” His lips are more so brushing against her own, and he’s desperate for a peck.

“‘Kay,” she replies dreamily, feeling in a trance when their lips finally connect. His lips are soft — just like Y/N knew they’d be — and she’s losing her absolute shit, but she keeps it to herself. Every time they part, and their lips create a smacking noise, she goes ballistic and wants nothing more than to yank his hair and climb into his lap; but she contains herself and simply moans into the kiss each time Harry swipes his tongue across her swollen lips.

“Ya’ like tha’?” Harry asks cockily after her lovely moan graces his ears. He feels his cock bloat up in his pants, and he has to remind himself that he isn’t going to fuck her (yet) and that this just a kiss (for now).

“Uh-huh,” Y/N murmurs into Harry’s mouth, getting antsy from his innuendo-sounding question. Bravery takes over her, and she gently bites down onto his bottom lip. He moans back, clutching her back and tugging her onto him. She’s hesitant at first, but Harry’s growing so needy, he takes matters into his own hands.

“C’mere,” a deep rasp leaves his throat. “Want you on me.” He assists her in climbing into his lap, but they’re still tipsy, so she more or less just plops down onto one of his thighs. “Works f’me,” he smiles lazily at her and squeezes her bottom that’s right above his knee. “You okay with this?” Y/N nods her head quickly, her hair shaking about. “Wanna fuck you, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

Y/N begins to get a little moist between her thighs and satiates herself by rocking back-and-forth on Harry’s meaty thigh. “Okay.”

Harry can feel his cock filling by the second, the growing tension between them getting thicker, and the need to fuck her growing stronger.

But... he did promise himself he wouldn’t—at least right away.

Begrudgingly, Harry says, ��but I think we should wait.”

With a confused tilt to her head, Y/N eyes Harry up and down. “Why?” She grinds her pussy down onto his thigh again, making both of them groan.

“Because I want you to be sure.”

“I am sure,” Y/N laughs bewilderingly, not sure why he’s holding back all of a sudden.

“Like really sure — when we haven’t been drinking.” He gestures to the wine glasses.

Y/N’s heart swells, loving how sweet and caring he is; but she’s also annoyed because she really wanted him to fuck her into her mattress.

“Okay,” Y/N says defeatedly and starts to climb off his lap.

“Where are ya’ goin’?” He pulls her back onto him by her hips. “I just said we couldn’t have sex yet.” His lips find the skin beneath her ear and give it a suck. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t make you cum.”

“Oh!” Y/N says dumbly, eyes wide like she just heard the craziest news.

A raspy chuckle escapes deep from within Harry’s throat, reverberating against Y/N’s neck. “Will you let me touch you?” Peppering kisses all along her neck and jawline, he awaits her response.

“Please,” she begs.

Harry doesn’t have to be told twice. He sneaks his right hand down the waistband of her loose pajama shorts (thankful she was wearing loungewear when he stopped by) and finds her clit in an instant. It’s swollen and hot, ready for attention, and he refuses to have it be neglected any longer.

“You’re this wet already?” He teases her, rubbing her little pearl with his middle and ring fingers.

Dirty talk gets Y/N off more than anything, so if Harry keeps it up, she’ll be coming within the next few minutes.

“Nggh,” she whimpers against Harry’s shoulder, widening her thighs for Harry to have better access to her honey pot.

“Filthy lil’ thing,” he comments on her spreading her legs wider for him and uses his fingers to take a trip down to her wet, weeping hole. He plunges two fingers in easily, letting out a deep groan the same time she moans in pleasure. “So fuckin’ wet.”

His fingers work in and out of her, pulling her closer and closer to the edge for her to fall into euphoria.

“M’my... my clit.” Y/N murmurs into Harry’s neck, feeling shy.

“What was that?” Although Harry heard each word, he encourages her to lift her head and look at him.

“My... you know,” she blushes immensely.

Harry’s a smirking mess as he flicks his thumb up to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as his fingers continue to pump in and out.

“Want me to rub your clit?” His question is irrelevant, considering he’s thumbing away quite fast on her little button already.

Y/N whines loudly and tugs on Harry’s hair at the back of his head, feeling her insides tightening.

“Harry,” she warns him. “Harry, I’m almost-“

Caught off guard by Harry curling his fingers inside her, she comes quicker than normal. Body convulsing atop his thigh, she moans girlishly against his lips, feeling his smirk against the form of hers.

“Good girl,” he awards her, removing his hand from her shorts and sucking his fingers clean. His eyes hood while tasting her. “M’gonna have to taste you properly next time, yeah?

Guess Harry and Y/N are more than friends now.

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jungshookz · 3 years

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teeny tidbits: namjoon and y/n can’t get enough of each other & it shows

➳ pairing; kim namjoon x y/n

➳ genre; lveb!universe!!! smaybe/smalmost/smerhaps smut?? slightly suggestive is what i’m trying to say idk!! namjoon and y/n are obsessed with each other and yoongi likes making a big deal about it because both their faces get really red and it’s funny to him

➳ wordcount; 1.7k

➳ gif sourced from here but please note that it still remains property of its original maker!

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“hello, hellooo!” yoongi kicks the door shut behind him as he steps into your apartment, tossing his set of keys up into the air before catching it and shoving it into his hoodie pocket, “let’s rock n’ roll, y/n! i’m ready to raid the supermarket!” he claps his hands as he enters the living room, turning to stare down the empty hallway before pausing

wow

the most exciting part of his week is when you guys go grocery shopping together?

there’s really no way to make that sound even remotely cool

“…anyone home?” yoongi’s brows furrow in concern when he’s acknowledged by nothing but the sound of silence, “y/n?”

you’re usually sitting on the couch buzzing and ready to go when he gets here so it’s a little concerning that you weren’t the first thing he saw when he got here

he turns back to look at the shoe rack, everything suddenly clicking into place when he sees that there’s a pair of larger, definitely-not-y/n-sized sneakers sitting neatly on the top shelf

ahhhhh

okay

now he understands what’s going on

no wonder you barely responded to any of his texts yesterday

you were too busy getting busy with-

“yoongi! good morning!”

“morni-” yoongi turns his head back towards the hallway quickly, his brows practically stretching up to his hairline at the sight of namjoon’s current state

first of all, the man is wearing nothing but a blanket around his waist and it’s pretty clear to see that he’s not wearing any briefs underneath

second of all, his cheeks are flushed, his hair is ruffled, and his skin is glowing

and yoongi isn’t a self-proclaimed genius but he knows that two plus two makes four

“wow, wow, wow! good morning indeed-” yoongi whistles, immediately looking upwards as to avoid accidentally making eye contact with namjoon’s… fifth lim- “i’m hoping that’s a cactus under your blanket and that you’re not just ecstatic to see me-”

“oh-!” namjoon gasps lightly, quickly pulling the blanket up a little higher before turning his hips in the other direction, “i, um, i didn’t know you were coming over today!“ he chuckles awkwardly, his grip tightening on the sheets, “i just came out for some water so i wasn’t expecting to see you- uh, did you have plans with y/n today?”

“yeah, it’s sunday, so… grocery shopping and stuff.” yoongi looks back down before holding his hand up to shield namjoon’s lower half from his poor, innocent eyes, “you’re welcome to come with us, but i’m definitely going to need you to at least put some underwear on-”

“today’s sunday?” namjoon breathes out, pausing for a second before blinking quickly and shaking his head, “jeez, i thought it was saturday! time flies, huh?”

“it sure does…” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a smirk before he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, “…especially when you’re spending most of it railing y/n into oblivion-”

“yoongi-”

“speaking of y/n!” yoongi claps his hands and rubs them together, “is she ready to go?” he hums, leaning over slightly so he can peer into the hallway over namjoon’s shoulder

“she’s, um, she’s actually still in bed but but i’ll go and tell her now that you’re waiting for her-” namjoon smiles sheepishly before pointing towards the kitchen, “do you want coffee or anything? i can make a latte for you! i’ve been practicing a lot with my frother- y/n really likes my milk foam-”

“oh, i bet she does-” yoongi snorts, leaning against the back of the couch before crossing his arms, “maybe next time, my man. you just go and get y/n for m- holy shit!” his eyes widen as soon as namjoon spins around to head back down the hallway, namjoon immediately turning back to glance at yoongi over his shoulder in concern

“what??”

“your back!” yoongi gawks, getting up from the couch to go over and force namjoon to turn back around so he can get a better look, “jesus, it looks like you got into a fight with like, ten cats!” he exclaims, his eyes glued on the fading red claw marks that start at namjoon’s shoulders and end at his lower back

he brushes his fingers over the (obviously fresh) half-crescent nail marks embedded on the tops of namjoon’s shoulders before wincing to himself, “maybe i should’ve gotten y/n a nail clipper for christmas-”

“o-oh-!” namjoon whips back around so that his back is facing the hallway before he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, offering yoongi a nervous smile, “i, uh, it’s- i’m totally fine, don’t even worry about it-”

“joonie, i-” yoongi perks up when he hears your voice only for you to pop out from behind namjoon a second later, “yoongi! ...you’re here?” you ask, ducking behind namjoon slightly and peeking at him over his shoulder

“it’s sunday, moron.”

“...?”

“oh, dear god-” yoongi gasps suddenly, eyes widening as he brings a hand up to cover his mouth, “namjoon fucked you dumb, didn’t he? i bet that banging your head against the headboard multiple times made you lose a bunch of brain cells. now i'm going to have to be the smart one out of the two of us??”

you roll your eyes immediately at yoongi’s sarcastic remark, though his comment about namjoon makes your cheeks warm slightly

last week you slept over at his apartment so this week it was your turn to be a good host

and naturally…

let’s just say that you showed him how good of a host you were on the kitchen counter,,.., in bed,,.. on the couch,.,. in the hallway,.., in bed again.,.,

“anyway- how long do you need to get ready? twenty minutes?” yoongi pulls his phone out of his back pocket to check the time, “i wanna get my hands on a fresh, warm loaf of sourdough so we have to leave soon otherwise they’re all going to be gone and we’ll have to wait, like, five hours for the bakery to restock.”

“right! yes! sourdough!” you clear your throat, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you sort through your thoughts

you didn’t know today was sunday so you weren’t ready to go grocery shopping at aLL

“okay! coffee first, then i’ll change, then we go-” you nod, nudging namjoon aside so you can brush past him

“yeah, i think i’m gonna pop in the shower-” namjoon clears his throat, pulling the blanket up again before gesturing back towards the hallway, “i’m happy to stay here if you guys wanna go off and do your yoongi-y/n-only activities-”

“woah, woah-”

you don’t get the chance to walk past yoongi before he’s reaching over and pinching the back of your shirt to keep you from going anywhere

you let out a little yelp when he tugs you back abruptly before twirling you around so that you’re facing namjoon

“kim namjoon, you naughty, naughty man! what did you do to y/n??”

“wha- what?” namjoon blinks owlishly, yoongi tsking shamefully before wagging a finger at him

“look!” yoongi gasps, hooking his finger into the collar of the shirt you’re wearing before yanking it down so he can expose more of your skin, “what, were you trying to suck the blood out of her??”

heat immediately rushes up namjoon’s neck and up to his ears when he realizes that yoongi’s referring to the multiple blotches of purple and red staining your skin

maybe he got a little carried away last night

but there were no complaints on your end so namjoon was more than happy to mark you up!

“he-” your face flushes and you slap yoongi’s hand away before pulling your shirt up to hide them, “they’re just hickies, yoongi-”

“first of all, only horny teenagers give each other hickies- second of all, hickies are supposed to be sexy little secrets-” yoongi hums, seemingly uncaring of the way that you wince as soon as he jabs his pointer finger directly into one of them (ow!!), “and these practically scream I’M GETTING LAID and every single single person that we pass by is going to glare at you-”

“why don’t you go and make us some coffee while i go and get changed?” you turn to give yoongi a warning look before pointing to the kitchen door, “go!”

“i’m just looking out for the two of you!” yoongi raises his hands in defense, letting out a laugh as when you start kicking at him gently all while slowly nudging him towards the direction of the kitchen, “is it so bad of me to want to protect you from mr. mosquito over ther- ow, okay, okay-!”

you close the kitchen door shut with a breath, rolling your eyes at the sound of yoongi still babbling away to himself (“i’m realizing now that a vampire would’ve been a sexier example but mr. mosquito was the first thing that came to my head-”)

you turn your head slowly with your hand still on the doorknob, you and namjoon exchanging glances before bursting into giggles

“sorry... you know how he gets.” you mutter sheepishly, making sure the door is closed properly before making your way back over to namjoon

“it’s all good!” he flicks his wrist at you before reaching up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, “sorry about the, uh, the hickies.”

“it’s okay... i like ‘em, so...” you confess quietly, your stomach fluttering at the memory of namjoon’s soft lips pressing against your skin, “sorry about the scratches.”

“no, i like them too... they remind me that i’m probably doing a good job-” namjoon grins as he slips his free arm around your waist before pulling you towards him, another soft giggle bubbling from your lips when he swoops down to give you a kiss, “guess i’ll hold down the fort while you’re gone… i’ll miss you.”

“i’ll only be gone for a couple of hours…” you tease, reaching up to pinch his cheeks together so that his lips turn squidgy, “needy.”

“for god’s sake, i’m taking her grocery shopping, i’m not sending her off to space!” the kitchen door suddenly swings open as yoongi busts through, clapping his hands loudly to break the two of you up before he flicks his wrists to get you to move, “c’mon, let’s get a move on- i want my sourdough!”

✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here?

💫or perhaps you want something shorter to read?

🌟or something even shorter?

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darkorderaf · 3 years

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Hello!! Can I request promts 66 and 94 with MJF please?? Thank you!!

Hello there! Yes, absolutely! Apologies for the wait on this and I hope you enjoy it. MJF that switches from dick to others to sweet on someone he’s close to...That’s my shit. Also lol I personally love Kip and Penelope but they worked for this. Pairing: MJF x OFC Rating: G. Prompt(s): “I won’t let you get hurt.” “Did they hurt you?” Warnings/Content: None! Word Count: 503 (I don’t own gif; credit to allelitewrestlings!)

Max’s hands squeezed hers tight as his eyes scanned over her face. She leaned up to kiss the slight furrow between his brows and when it smoothed out, she smiled and pulled away. The way he fretted before their matches was cute. It didn’t matter how intense or how quick it was supposed to go, he checked on her before and after. Wardlow, ever sentinel behind them, even cracked a smile. She shot him a knowing look and a faux roll of her eyes. “Maxwell,” she said as she set a hand against his cheek and brought his attention to her. “It’s going to be fine. This is kind of what we do for a living.” “I know, babe,” he said as he rolled his shoulders. “You just...You know I won’t let you get hurt, right?” Wardlow shifted from his position and she answered Max with a quick kiss. It was her way of saying of course. She playfully ruffled his hair and he squeezed her waist as he draped his scarf around her. That loving look of his shifted into that shit-eating Better Than You Smirk™ when they approached the entrance of the tunnel. Their music hit and out there to meet them in the ring was Kip Sabian and Penelope Ford. --- Her lip was busted and there was a slight trickle of blood at her hairline from a close hit but she barely felt it through the adrenaline rush of their victory. Kip tapped out and for a split second, Max’s ego slipped as he glanced at her in their corner. She gave him a quick nod to assure she was fine and finally, he let go of Kip with disgust and stood up to cross over to her. Did they hurt you? He mouthed to her and she shook her head, shot him that smile that made the smarmy look leave his face for just a moment. He was hurt to but he checked on her first. He parted the ropes for her to step in, then turned to bark at Bryce Remsburg. “I know she’s pretty but are you going to raise our hands or what? Christ!” Bryce ran over with a scowl and before he had a chance to grab her hand to raise, Max cut him off by taking it in his. Bryce sighed heaving and went to her other side. Their hands were raised to a chorus of boos but she didn’t care and he didn’t either. Penelope helped Kip out of the ring and shot the pair a glare that could have killed them before the defeated pair made their way up the exit ramp. Max pressed a soft kiss to her temple then smirked again when Bryce dropped their hands. Somehow, in that uncanny way he always did, Maxwell found a microphone and leaned over the ropes to address the losers’ retreating backs. “Hey Sabian, guess what!” Max called with a wide grin. “We’re a better couple than you and you know it!”

#mjf imagine #mjf fic #maxwell jacob friedman imagine #aew fic #aew imagine #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #aew fanfiction

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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I Believe In Love [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Prologue

Author's Note: *Spoilers for WW84* Welcome to my brand new series coming Jan 2021! December Magic (my first Max Lord series) will be coming to an end in the coming week and I'm finally excited to share with you my brand new series. This series will be my interpretation of what happens after the events of WW84. If you would like to be added to a taglist, please let me know! Merry Christmas everyone.

Word count: 2,000

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"I've been lying to you, I'm not a great guy. In fact I’m a pretty messed up loser guy. And I make terrible mistakes. But you... you don’t ever have to make a wish for me to love you. I'm here because I love you. I just… I just wish and I pray that one day I will make you proud enough to forgive me.” Alistair could see the plea in his father's eyes. He could see the promise. And he saw a glint of something he had never seen before. Something so genuine, and powerful. Something so beautiful.

Alistair smiled weakly. “I don’t need you to make me proud. I already love you, daddy. Because you’re my dad.” Alistair revealed, pulling his father into a hug.

"I love you so much, my son." Maxwell croaked out, his hands fondling into Alistair's locks of hair and pressing a kiss into his forehead.

Maxwell's whole life; he had wished for more. Something bigger and better. He had wished for greatness because that was something he had never had. He couldn't afford college education and he didn't have loving parents. He came from a broken home; so when the opportunity arose and he was presented with shares in oil and the potential to start his own business, he took it. He yearned to make someone proud, and after the birth of his son, he'd found that someone.

It had all gone wrong. It wasn't meant to, but it had. Maxwell didn't think he could ever be able to forgive himself for his actions and misdirections, but his own forgiveness didn't matter. He could live the rest of his life in painful guilt if it meant that his son still loved him unconditionally.

Maxwell saw himself as a monster, a beast. For who would love a broken man like him? His parents didn't, his ex wife didn't. He had no one. He needed Alistair more than he could ever know.

"Daddy?" Alistair mumbled into his father's dress shirt, salty tears pricking his dark eyes. His voice was muffled by the way he had nuzzled his face into his father's warm chest, cherishing the embrace.

"Yes?" Maxwell hummed, eventually pulling away from his son, but his hands still set firmly on Alistair's shoulders. Alistair hesitated for a moment, nervously biting his lip as his father searched for an answer. What did Alistair want? Whatever he wanted, Maxwell was ready to give it— ready to give his all. Ready to change and become a better man. Alistair took a deep breath. He had a lot to learn and a long way to go but he was finally ready.

"Can we go home?" he asked, his eyes glistening with hope for a better future.

"Yes." Maxwell sighed, exhaling and letting his entire body deflate as he interlocked his fingers with his son. Alistair's hand was small, but his grip on Maxwell was tight— like he was afraid to let go. Afraid to lose his father. He couldn't lose him, not again.

The helicopter was still in near enough distance but Max wasn't about to hitch a ride a fly home like he might've once done before. Maxwell and Alistair walked through the field hand in hand until eventually they reached the highway. Where there was once plenty of abandoned cars and trucks, the world was finally restoring back to its former ways. But Maxwell swore that he was done being the greedy, selfish, businessman turned TV personality. He wanted none of that anymore. He wanted his family, and his son. He wanted to be a good father.

All he ever wanted deep down was to be a good dad to Alistair. He never believed in himself. How could he, when he had no father figure to look up to? Nobody in his life to give him encouragement, guidance or reassurance— nothing. He had come this far on his own and it was awful, isolating and damaging. He would not let his son make the same mistakes as he did.

They passed through the highway and it wasn't long until they were back at Black Gold Cooperative. Knowing that his company was about to go bust and that he'd have to sell all his assets just so he'd be able to earn enough to live off for a few months concerned him, but it was the least of his worries right now. He reached into the pocket of his tailored suit pants and took out his car keys, unlocking the passenger door and ushering for Alistair to slide in.

"But daddy, don't you have a driver?" Alistair questioned, his fingers fiddling with the knobs and buttons on the car radio. Maxwell slid into the driver's seat and let his hands glide around the wheel as he tried to recall the last time he had driven himself. It had been a long time.

"You know buddy, things are going to be changing very soon," Maxwell said, his eyes glazed as he looked upon the orange glowing skyline. "You might not like it at first. Might be hard to understand but, I promise you that one day you'll get it. I'm never going to hurt you again and I will make up all my wrongdoings. Even if it takes me the rest of my life," Maxwell huffed out a sigh. "Truth is, I was never deserving of the fancy cars, designer clothing and big house. But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that we don't need those things to be happy."

"What do we need?" Alistair questioned curiously as Maxwell turned the key and initiated the engine.

Maxwell recalled the words spoken by Diana. "Love," Maxwell responded, like it was the simplest yet most beautiful thing in the world.

Most of the car journey home was filled with comfortable silence as Max kept his eyes on the road ahead, concentrating to the best of his ability whilst Alistair gazed out the window as he seemingly watched society rebuild itself. "So uhm, we still have the weekend together," Maxwell smiled as he pulled into the driveway. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't care, as long as I can spend time with you." Alistair grinned, a dimple appearing in his right cheek. It mirrored his father's. Maxwell took a deep breath and turned off the engine, unclicking his seatbelt and turning to his son.

"I have always loved you," Max admitted. "And I will always love you. Forever."

Alistair paused. "Can you play on the Atari with me? Mom's new boyfriend bought me a new video game and I really wanna try it out! He wanted to play with me but, you know. I'd rather play with my daddy."

Maxwell's eyes lit up ecstatically. He didn't have the first clue about video games, and in the past he would've shrugged off Alistair's request. But in this moment, he couldn't think of anything better. They sat on the floor in front of the nineteen inch television, stuffing their faces with popcorn. "Hey!" Maxwell laughed, huffing his cheeks out in annoyance. "You keep killing me!"

"Daddy," Alistair groaned out with a small giggle, prodding his finger into his father's tummy. "I'm going easy on you!"

"Okay okay," Maxwell chuckled as Alistair restarted the game. "Let's start again, I know I can beat you this time!" Maxwell grinned and pressed 'play' on the controller, his ring clad fingers pushing the buttons desperately.

Maxwell had spent his whole life trying to find his destiny and understand his legacy. He'd spent his life in pursuit of meaning and purpose— but the truth is, his purpose had been right before him this whole time. His purpose was Alistair. And right now, he couldn't be happier. Diana had let him off the hook, but that didn't mean his actions wouldn't have consequences.

The phone rang; a haunting buzz that vibrated throughout the whole house. "Can you pause it for me?" Maxwell asked, ruffling Alistair's hair. "I'll go answer this call and bring us back some more popcorn." Alistair nodded excitedly as Maxwell rose to his feet, his knees aching as he stalked over to the still ringing phone.

Leaning against the wall, he pulled it off the hook. "Hello?" he asked, curling the wire around his finger. "Who's there?"

"Max, it's me," the voice was like a ghost from his past. He felt his heart sink into the depths of his chest as he could practically taste the anger that dripped from her familiar tongue. "Bring Alistair home. You do not deserve him. I don't want you anywhere near my son ever again." she threatened before the line fell completely silent. Dead. Maxwell's shaky hands placed the phone back on the hook and he closed his eyes. He knew that he wasn't deserving of the unconditional love that Alistair gave him, but that boy meant the world to him. He had finally found his opportunity to change and become a better man— a better father. Maxwell padded back down the corridor and leaned against the door frame, watching as Alistair carefully read the words on the back of the box of his video game. Max's lips curved into a small but proud smile. That was his boy, and he wasn't going to let anything take Alistair away from him.

***

"I renounce my wish!" You had heard his voice, but only in dreams. Usually, it was soft like velvet, sweet like honey, but this time, you had awoken in a cold sweat. You pulled the blankets over your body as a chill raced down your spine. You felt his pain, his anguish and hurt. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. Your scream alerted your mother who raced to your bedside with intentions to comfort you.

"Another nightmare?" Your mother Hesita asked you with concern. She smoothed out your hair as you wiped a tear away from your eye.

"It was him," you whispered, your voice shaky. "He needs me. I know it."

"You have found your calling?" Hestia quizzed, her voice merely above a whisper as she gazed into your eyes. You nodded slowly, never feeling more sure about anything in your life. "How do you know?"

"It is my duty," you replied softly as you looked past the skylight and amongst the stars. "Zeus made me the goddess of home and hearth for this very reason."

"But what makes him so special?" Your mother wondered out loud, her hand sliding into yours knowing that this would be your final night in her company.

"I don't know." you huffed with a tired shrug of your shoulders. It was true: you genuinely didn't know why you had been hearing his voice, letting his words and whispers haunt you over and over again. He consumed your every thought— this mysterious voice from the world of man.

"I renounce my wish!" those four words replayed in your mind like a broken record as you tried to figure out what exactly they meant. But it didn't matter. You felt his heartache. You felt his pain. And now? You were coming for him.

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