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.a court of ash and smoke | eighteen.

pairing: lucien vanseera x fem!reader

summary: five years before feyre archeron ever stepped foot in prythian, another human girl found herself in the spring court. but the trials and tribulations of her time under the mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed high fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her.

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chapter word count: 2242

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Rejection

The evening seemed to drag. Dinner was spent with Helion and Clyro, numerous jokes told that you didn’t understand, and you ended up spending most of the dinner cradling a glass of fruity white wine. Lucien nor Silas or the other sentinel made an appearance for dinner. You only picked at the food that Helion served you, having little appetite after your conversation with him that morning. Your mind was racing, always falling back to the dark magic that was lingering in your blood. You should have known, you had suspected but prayed it wasn’t true. Now you knew for certain, and it uneased you.

“You shouldn’t fear it, you know,” Clyro said as he escorted you back down to your chambers. “Lord Helion is right when he says that it can be used for more than just evil.”

“What makes you think that I can control it?” You asked quietly. “What is to stop me from doing…awful things if it takes over?”

Clyro stopped and looked down at you. “I know what you fear, but you are not like Amarantha.”

“How did you know that’s what I was scared of?” You asked, blinking up at him. He smiled.

“I have been working closely with Lord Helion for many decades, and have learnt a great many things,” he said with a slight mischievous smile, turning to continue the walk back to your chambers. “For instance, I know that your own High Lord is struggling since your return Under the Mountain, I know that both of the made Faes have great futures ahead of them should they choose to accept it, and I know that the emissary of the Spring Court has more that just fire in his veins.”

You found yourself outside the door to your chambers, and you turned back to Clyro slowly, brows furrowed. “You said that ‘the made Faes have great futures ahead, should they choose to accept it’,” you repeated slowly. “Is that me? Am I a made Fae?”

“Well, you were made, were you not?” He said with a small smile.

“So, what do I need to do to accept that future?” You asked hopefully, but Clyro chuckled.

“I may be very old but I do not have all of the answers,” he chuckled. You let out a small, disappointed sigh. “Seek out the High Lord. He has the answers.”

As he bowed his head and turned to leave you had no doubt which High Lord he was referring to: Rhysand.

Later that evening you found yourself curled up on the couch with a book from the extensive bookcase in your room; it was filled with stories from the war, not exactly a friendly bedtime story, but it kept you distracted and gave you something to do. Despite that, every few pages, the words blurred together and faded out as your mind turned back to everything you had learnt that day. Lucien and the mysterious Jesminda, a hopeful future if you found a way to accept it, Lucien has more than just fire in his veins, whatever that means, and of course the fact that you were harbouring dark magic that may very possibly be the thing that kills you.

“‘The Battle of Jurian: An Extensive Insight’,” Lucien’s long-drawn out drawl read. As you glanced over the top of the book you caught him with his head cocked to the side, reading the title from the spine. “I didn’t take you for a historian.”

“I’m not,” you shrugged. “But everyone was asleep and I was bored.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He chuckled, throwing himself onto the couch beside you and resting his head on the back of the seat. “These Day Court beds are even more comfortable than the ones back in the Spring Court.”

“Ah, so that’s why you slept for so long,” you chuckled. “I was beginning to wonder if you had gone back and left me behind.”

Lucien’s jaw dropped, and he slammed a hand to his chest in mock insult as he lolled his head to the side to look at you. “I would never,” he laughed, eliciting a small giggle from you. “Although, I wouldn’t mind staying here, in truth. It is beautiful.”

“It really is,” you agreed. “Is this the most beautiful court you’ve been to? Because I think it would win.”

“The Day Court is rather beautiful,” he smiled. “But I think it’s home that’s really the most beautiful of all of them.”

You pursed your lips. “The Spring Court is beautiful, but I don’t think it could beat the sheer elegance of here.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” he said with a small smile. “I wasn’t talking about the Spring Court. That may be where I reside, but it isn’t home, not really.”

“The Autumn Court?” You asked, as Lucien leaned forward and pulled the lid off the tray of food left for him on the table. “Is it really that beautiful?”

“Much more beautiful than here,” he smirked. “Not my family, but the place is breathtaking. It’s home, you know?”

“I would like to go there one day,” you mused, leaning back in your chair.

“And I would like to take you,” he said with a small smile, breaking a roll of bread in two. “One day, I’ll take you to all of the courts in Prythian. We have an eternity for that.”

“An eternity,” you said quietly. “A whole eternity travelling around Prythian. I think I would like that.”

“I’m sure you would,” he chuckled, then turned to look at you with a frown. “Are you not hungry?”

“I already ate with Helion,” you explained, and Lucien hissed through his teeth. “What?”

“I’m just sorry I left you alone with Helion,” he chuckled.

“We weren’t alone - Clyro was there too,” you giggled.

“Believe me,” he countered, leaning back in his seat so he was beside you. “I wouldn’t trust Helion to even be in the same room with you, let alone with only Clyro as a chaperone.”

As his head drooped to the side slightly from tiredness, you reached up and stroked a hand over his hair, allowing his head to fall onto your shoulder. He closed his eyes and smiled softly. “Oh? And why is that?”

“Besides Tamlin,” he murmured gently, although you did notice a grimace when he said the name. “I wouldn’t want you to be alone with any man.”

You winced - was that because he wanted you to himself? Or simply because of what your position had been Under the Mountain? You cleared your throat, pushing away the flush that threatened to blanket your cheeks. “Would that be a hint of jealousy I hear?”

“Would I have something to be jealous of?” He asked, voice smooth like butter, almost purring under your fingers as you trailed them through his hair, his rejection and the pain that you had felt afterward forgotten in that moment. “You are quite the beauty, you know. I wouldn’t be surprised if we returned to the Spring Court to find a line of suitors out the door just waiting to court you.”

“Court me?” You laughed. “I’ve never been courted before in my life.”

“Well then, those mortal men are fools,” he chuckled, eyes still closed, head nestling closer to you. “And those suitors are more than lucky.”

“What would you say if I said I didn’t want any of those suitors?” You asked slyly. Lucien’s golden eye snapped open and narrowed as he looked up at you, but you didn’t stop your ministrations on his hair for even a second.

“I would say you’re a fool,” he said, voice a little sterner. “Tarquin of the Summer Court is quite the catch, and has plenty of cousins of noble birth that still aren’t wed if he is not to your taste. And Kallias of the Winter Court has a younger brother who would make a more than suitable match for you I think.”

“But I don’t want Tarquin, or his cousins, or Kallias’ younger brother,” you murmured, looking down at him.

He scanned your face, and you knew that he was aware of what you were referring to. The smirk that had been playing on his lips vanished, and instead those lips curled downward. “We talked about this.”

You retrieved your hand from his hair in a second. “No, Lucien. You talked about it. You didn’t give me very much of a choice.”

He groaned in frustration and sat up as you moved away from him. “I told you, it wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“And who are you to decide what’s fair for me?” You snapped, your eyes meeting his. There was no anger there, however, none of that fire behind his russet eye, only guilt, and sympathy, and…pity. You could feel the anger in your own eyes though, feel that hurt and pain once more.

“Like I said,” he sighed. “There is a lot about my past that you don’t know. I cannot give you what you’re looking for. If you were with me, you would spend your life looking over your shoulder. I cannot love you, and marry you, or give you a family, or a good life, and those are all things that you deserve.”

“What makes you think I want those things with you?” You hissed, the anger taking over. “Perhaps I simply want some fun. Have you ever thought of that?”

He blinked back at you in surprise. “Is that what you want?” His voice was quiet, and the silence in the room was heavy and threatening. Because that question was weighted, and you knew that no matter your answer, it would change everything. You didn’t dare look at him, didn’t dare meet that gaze for fear he would see your words for what they were; a lie fueled by rage.

“I do not love you, Lucien,” you answered. You didn’t know if that was a lie. You didn’t know what you felt for him - you’d had so little time since leaving that mountain to wrap your head around it. What you were sure of was that you didn’t just want fun, not with him. Yet, you continued, “I do not expect a marriage proposal from you. But I do want you.”

“Y/N-”

“Spending my nights with you would be better than spending them alone.” It was a whisper - a whimper - and it told Lucien everything he needed to know. He reached forward, placing a comforting hand on your elbow.

“If I hadn’t known before that using me as a distraction was not what you need right now,” he said carefully. “Then I know now.”

You tried to hide the hurt, but tears were forming in your eyes, and you couldn’t seem to fight them back no matter how hard you tried. “Is this about Ianthe?”

“Ianthe?” He all-but sputtered out in surprise. “Why would you think this has anything to do with Ianthe?”

“I saw the way you were looking at her,” you stuttered through sobs. “I understand; she’s beautiful, but-”

“I was staring at her because I hate her,” Lucien explained, drawing out the words as if for emphasis. “I met her many years ago, when I was still living at the Autumn Court, at a party that Tamlin had thrown in the Spring Court. She wanted me to…take her to bed, and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I had to leave the party eventually.”

“Really?” You asked in surprise. “I knew I should hate her.”

“You really thought I wanted to bed Ianthe?” He snorted.

“Well, there has to be something,” you mumbled. “There has to be a reason that you don’t want me. I see the way you look at me. I know what this feeling is between us, it’s real. I’m sure it’s not just in my head.”

He sighed. “It’s not just in your head.”

“Then what is it? Because I don’t believe it’s because you were a bad person in the past, I can’t believe that,” you said. “Is this about Jesminda?”

He recoiled quickly as if you had hurt him, his face pale and void of colour, mouth agape as he stared at you in shock. “How did you hear that name?”

“Someone mentioned it to me…at the Spring Court,” you lied. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

He ran an almost trembling hand through his hair. “I don’t even know how to explain her to you.”

You drew in a shaking breath. “It’s ok, Lucien. I understand,” you said, his words enough of an explanation. You didn’t want to hear the words, didn’t want to hear that he already had a lover, or even worse, that she was his mate. You blinked back the tears. “If you love her, you should go to her.”

He winced, reaching out a hand as if to catch your tears, but you jerked away, rising to your feet and rushing to your room without looking back. Because it wasn’t ok, not really. Because what you felt for Lucien was more than just simple fun. Because you couldn’t stop the crack that nestled itself into your heart when you saw his expression as you mentioned Jesminda.

You huffed out a sob, but movement in the darkness of your room caught your eye and you froze. There was someone there, by the window. They took a step forward into the moonlight.

“Hello, darling Y/N.”

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sarahlizziewrites · 3 months

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OC in 15 or Fewer

I did this for Silas Chrissie some time ago, but @tabswrites tagged me here, and I've been re-reading/gearing up to edit my NaNo project, Til Death do us Part

Here's 15 lines from my reluctant detective, Dr Williamson Jones!

“They’re designed to be slippery and difficult to grasp. That way you can’t drag them up before a guillotine: you can’t get a hold of them properly.”

“Let’s not count our chickens, Mr Bertrand. She’s not behind bars yet. And if I have anything to say about it, she won’t be.”

“She’s as harmless as a kitten, you know that.”

“By Jove, you’re right.”

“Lord Fitzroy, I presume?”

"Tell me, Mr Harrington, was it gambling? Girls? So I can get the complete picture.”

“‘How does one find a priest in Canterbury?’ sounds like a riddle.”

“Tomfoolery? No, ma’am.”

"STOP THAT PRIEST!"

“Do you think Mr Chrissie will let me borrow his telephone?”

“Just interested in…gin.”

“You’re an accessory to murder at best. Might be you’re a killer yourself. And mark my words, I’m going to prove it.”

“And the part where he purchased the tahini. Where on Earth does one buy tahini?”

“This may hurt a little.”

“But no, it’s not for me. I need coffee, and crumpets, and a good book, and for nothing exciting or interesting to happen to me for a very long time.”

I'm going to tag @vacantgodling, @mrbexwrites, @aziz-reads and anyone else who would like to!

#wip: til death do us part #tag game #oc in 15 tag

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strawberryancake · 10 months

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enhypen jungwon as a law student

tags: smut, written in taglish lol

jungwon has a mommy kink

You went to the bar alone. Sobrang wala ka na sa katinuan kaya hindi mo na napigilan magpunta sa labas at uminom. Usually, sa condo mo lang naman ginagawa ‘yun pero dahil gusto mo rin ng panibagong environment, you decided to go out.

You did not invite your friends as well. Naisip mo kasing may mga pamilya at mga anak na rin sila kaya hindi mo na inabala. Besides, kaya ka lang naman nagpunta sa bar kasi grabe na rin ang pressure ng magulang mo.

You’re already 25, last year mo na rin sa doctorate degree

mo, kung kaya’t samu’t saring kantiyaw at ‘kailan ka magkaka jowa?’ na tanong ang lagi mong naririnig, usually from your relatives.

As you situate yourself against the bar counter, you immediately order a margarita. It’s either ito ang inoorder mo o ‘di kaya ilang baso ng whiskey.

“Hi, Ma’am, here’s your margarita,” masiglang bati ng bartender. Agad mo naman siyang pinasalamatan at sinimulan na ring inumin ang alak.

The place you went to is far from how a bar looks like. Kumbaga ito ‘yung bar ng mga taong tapos na sa phase ng maingay, walwal, at tanging sopistikadong musika at mga taong nakabusiness attire lang ang nakikita mo sa paligid.

You bitterly laughed nang mapagtanto mong para sa mga kagaya mo ang ganitong mga lugar—mga nawawala sa landas kahit matanda na, mga naghahanap ng taong makakausap, at literal na malulungkot na tao ang talagang sineserve nila rito.

Malapit na mawala sa kalendaryo edad mo, pero imbis na maghanap ka ng lalaking bubuntis sa’yo, heto ka, nagpapakasasa sa isang high-end na bar sa BGC mag-isa.

Your drinks piled up. Sunod-sunod mong ininom ang mga basong inaabot sa’yo ng bartender. Hindi mo na rin pinapakialaman ang mga tao sa paligid mo kahit medyo dumadami na sila.

“Isa pa pong baso, Sir,” ani mo sa bartender. Nakarinig ka ng boses na unti-unting lumalapit tungo sa direksyon mo ngunit hindi mo na lang ito pinansin.

“Uh, Kuya Reston, ‘wag mo na po siyang bigyan. Kanina ko pa kasi napapansin na medyo napaparami na siya.”

“Are you alone?” Baling niya sa’yo.

Agad mo naman siyang sinamaan ng tingin kung kaya’t padabog mo rin siyang sinagot.

“Don’t fucking mind me,” sabi mo. “Kung kanina ka pa nandito, dapat alam mong hindi mo dapat ako pinapakialaman.”

Natawa naman siya.

Natawa amputa?

“Concerned lang po,” aniya. “Do you mind if I join you?”

Hindi ka na lang sumagot at inabot ang shot glass mula sa bartender.

“What brings you here?”

The man tried to converse with you but you did not mind him. Mas iniisip mo ang problemang matagal na bumabagabag sa’yo kung kaya’t tumuloy ka lang sa pag-iinom.

“Sungit.”

“Can you leave me alone?” Mataman mo siyang tinitigan to scare him off, however, the man just smiled fondly at you—at dahil d’yan, nakita mo rin ang lubog na lubog nitong dimples.

“Paano kung ayoko?”

“Eh ‘di ako na lang aalis!”

Kukunin mo na ang bag mo para sana umalis at nagbill out ka na rin sa counter ngunit pinigilan ka niya.

“Don’t leave,” aniya. “I’m not gonna harm you. Nandito lang din ako kasi bored ako. Saka wala akong balak sa’yo, Miss, gusto ko lang makipagkwentuhan.”

Hindi mo alam kung ano mararamdaman mo—kasi alam mong pumunta ka sa bar para lunurin lang ang sarili mo sa alak, pero dahil may makulit sa tabi mo, parang nabagabag tuloy ang payapa mong buhay.

“Ang dami mong alam.”

“I know. Kaya nga ako nakapasa sa UP Law.”

Agad ka namang napatingin sa kanya.

“You’re from UP Law?!”

Natawa naman siya. “Sa kasamaang palad.”

“I went here alone because I was so stressed out. Hindi ko naman inexpect na sobrang hirap pala ng law school, let alone in UP.”

You scoffed.

“Malamang. Law school nga, eh. I have a friend in UP Law. She’s already in her fourth year. Ayun, nasiraan na siya ng bait.”

“Ni hindi na nga namin siya nakakausap.”

Nagpatuloy pa ang kwentuhan niyo—from Law School, to your doctorate degree, hanggang sa hindi mo na rin namalayan na medyo nahihilo ka na.

“Are you okay?” Tanong ni Jungwon. You introduced yourselves to each other at nagulat ka dahil ang unusual ng pangalan nito—only to realize he’s a full-blooded Korean na dumito sa Pilipinas ang magulang dahil mas maayos daw dito.

Na ikinatawa mo na lang.

“Yeah,” sagot mo. “Kinda dizzy. But ‘m fine.”

“Are you sure? Kaya mo pa ba?”

“Oo nga,” at this point, ramdam mo na talaga ang tama ng alak sa’yo. Kumukulit ka na rin at hindi mo na rin napipigilan ang tabas ng bibig mo.

“Jungwon,” tawag mo sa kanya. “Your dimples look so cute. Can I poke it?”

Bahagya naman siyang natawa. Pansin mo rin na medyo magkalapit na ang distansya niyong dalawa at amoy na amoy mo na rin ang pabango nitong pamilyar ka—Mango Thai Lime by Jo Malone.

S’yempre pamilyar ka. Suki ka sa Jo Malone store sa Podium eh.

“P’wede naman,” natatawang tugon nito.

You did not mind the distance—agad mong nilapitan ang mukha niya to poke his dimples.

Muntik ka pang ma-out of balance mula sa pagtayo, kung kaya’t agad ka namang inalalayan ng lalaki.

You suddenly felt the hot temperature inside the bar. Nagtataka ka kung bakit biglang uminit ang lugar, gayong kaninang pagkapasok mo ay kulang na lang magpatong ka ng jacket dahil sa lamig.

Not to mention you wore a slightly slutty dress tonight—gold sleeveless dress na may kababaan ang neckline, habang ang dalawang magkabilang gilid ng tela ay may bilog na butas.

Kaya siguro ramdam mong mainit. Kasi ang init ng palad ni Jungwon sa bewang mo.

“Gonna poke your dimples na,” sabi mo, medyo kinakain mo na ang mga salita mo dahil sa pagkahilo at lasing.

“Hmm.”

Matapos mong ilang ulit hinahawakan ang dimples niya ay natatawa-tawa ka rin. Lasing ka na nga.

“Hey,” tawag niya. “Are you sure you’re okay? Lasing ka na yata.”

Bahagya kang kinilabutan dahil tapat na tapat sa tenga mo ang boses niya. You can clearly hear how his breath brushes against your ear, kung kaya’t napakapit ka sa malapad nitong balikat.

“Oo..”

“I’m fine,” pagpupumilit mo. Alam mo sa sarili mong hindi mo na rin kaya, however, gusto mo lang din talaga magpakalasing ngayong gabi.

Plus ang gwapo pa ng kasama mo.

“I don’t think you still are,” sagot niya. “Hahatid na kita sa place mo.”

Hindi mo na rin pinilit na tumanggi. Either way, inaantok ka na rin naman na.

“Saan ba location mo? Pin natin sa Waze,” salubong ng lalaki nang makapasok na kayong dalawa sa kotse niya. His car is so spacious—kulay silver ang Mazda SUV nito, at nang titigan mo ang likod ay sobrang luwag lalo pa’t ang mga upuan ay nakatupi.

You did not answer right away. Nadistract ka dahil ngayon ka lang din talaga nakakita ng ganitong kaluwag na kotse.

Naisip mo tuloy na talagang batikan na ang lalaki sa mga galawan niya. Sino ba naman kasing bachelor ang bibili ng spacious na kotse? ‘Di ba dapat ‘pag gano’n ay convertible o two-seater lang ang kotse mo?

Napasinghal ka naman dahil sa naisip mo.

“Ah, ano,” sabi mo. “Teka, type ko,” still slurry, you managed to type your address.

Na eventually ay in-autocorrect ng Waze dahil mali-mali spelling mo.

“Your seatbelt, please,” aniya. Dalawang beses niya itong inulit pero dahil abala ka ring ifocus ang sarili mo sa thought na kailangan mong magpatanggal ng amats, hindi mo siya pinansin.

At bahagya kang nagulat nang biglang lumapit siya sa harap mo. Noong una, wala siyang ginagawa. Nakatingin lang siya sa’yo.

Pero dahil hindi mo rin talaga alam kung anong pakay niya, sinunggaban mo siya.

Hinalikan mo siya nang mariin.

Hinapit mo siya papalapit sa’yo. You can also feel his hot and breathy moans against your kisses. Pakiramdam mo, mas lalo kang nalalasing sa paraan ng paghalik niya sa’yo.

Para ka kasi niyang nilolooban.

“J-Jungwon,” tawag mo sa kanya habang naghahalikan kayo. “Fuck,” mura niya.

“Sorry..”

“Aayusin ko lang talaga seatbelt mo, sorry, I went too far,” mabilis niyang balik matapos ilock ang seatbelt.

Eh kaso horny ka na.

Kaya nang simulan niya ang pagmamaneho, inabot mo ang kamay niya.

Tapos pinatong mo sa exposed mong hita.

God, ang init ng kamay ni Jungwon, ani mo pa sa isip mo. Hindi naman din tinanggal ni Jungwon ang kamay niya at patuloy lang din siya sa pagmamaneho.

Maya-maya pa ay ramdam mo na kung paanong tumataas ang kamay niya papunta sa gitna ng hita mo.

You can’t help but to omit a very unexpected moan, kung kaya’t tinakpan mo ang bibig mo. When you looked at Jungwon, you saw him smirked.

And then you felt his hand grip your thigh more. His fingers are drawing circles against your skin, while his other hand maneuvers the vehicle.

“Jungwon,” tawag mo sa kanya. Hindi ka nito pinansin. Bahagya ka pa ngang nagulat dahil ilang minuto pagkatapos mo siyang tawagin ay pamilyar na ang mga buildings na nakikita mo, hudyat na malapit ka na makauwi sa condo.

“We’re here.”

“Kaya mo ba umakyat?”

Hindi ka nakasagot. Bagkus, hinila mo siya papalit sa’yo saka muling siniil ng halik ang lalaki.

“Babe,” tawag mo. “God, I can’t fucking believe I’m gonna say this,” you said in between your kisses.

“Sex tayo.”

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Nang makapasok kayo sa loob ng condo mo ay hindi mo na pinalampas ang pagkakataon. Muli kayong naghalikan sa likod ng pinto. You kissed each other hungrily; kulang na lang ay kainin niyo ang mukha ng isa’t isa.

“You are so hot,” tawag niya. “Mommy.”

As if something sparked in you, agad kang napatigil sa pakikipaghalikan.

“What did you just call me?”

“Mommy.”

Ah pota.

Bahagya mong hinalikan muli ang lalaki. Naramdaman mo ring hinahapit ka niya papalit sa’yo, at ang mga kamay niya ay abala rin sa paglalakbay.

Minsan sa bewang mo.

Minsan sa leeg.

Minsan naman dumadako ang mga ito sa dibdib mo—pero saglitan lang, and your annoyance grew bigger. Naiinis ka na kasi halatang inaasar ka ni Jungwon.

Pero dahil gusto mo ngang nasusunod ka, you spoke.

“Jungwon,” tawag mo rito. “Hawakan mo boobs ko.”

You felt him smile while kissing you, at agad mo namang naramdaman ang isang kamay niya na hinihipuan ka.

“Ah,” you shamelessly moaned. “Sarap,” naputol ang halikan niyo dahil binuhat ka niya.

“Laki ng dede mo, tangina,” aniya. “Hindi kasya isang kamay ko.”

Bahagya mong hinalikan muli ang lalaki. Hindi mo na rin alam kung nasaang banda kayo ng condo mo, ngunit nang maramdaman mo ang mattress ng kama mo ay napagtanto mong dinala ka na niya sa kwarto mo.

“Mommy,” tawag niya. “Hubaran kita?”

Nakaramdam ka naman ng kiliti sa tanong nito. Gago talaga.

Tumango ka naman bilang sagot.

Nang mahubaran ka habang nakahiga ay tinitigan mo si Jungwon. Matalim ang paraan ng pagtitig nito sa’yo, at dahil gusto mong mas makita ka pa niya ay ikaw na ang nagtuloy ng paghuhubad niya sa’yo.

“Wala kang bra,” aniya, hinihingal pa. “You didn’t wear anything.”

“Paano kung hindi ako ‘yung nakausap mo ru’n?”

You smirked. “I don’t know. Baka siguro hindi ikaw ang nasa ibabaw ko ngayon.”

You exposed yourself in front of him. Nakatukod ang tuhod nito sa pagitan mo. Kasalukuyan kang nakabukaka sa harap niya.

“Look at your pussy,” aniya. “Wala pa akong ginagawa sa kanya pero tignan mo, basang-basa na siya.”

Nakaramdam ka ng kiliti sa mga sinabi nito.

“Eh ‘di gawan mo na ng kung ano-ano para mas lalo pa siyang mabasa.”

Agad naman siyang pumatong sayo. The brush of his suit against your bare skin makes you feel so hot. Ang gaspang kasi ng suot niya tapos maya’t maya pa ang pagtama nito either sa puke mo o sa legs mo.

He massaged your breasts. Hindi niya inaalis ang tingin niya sa’yo, kung kaya’t sinusubukan mo ring magpinta ng sarap sa emosyon mo.

“Laki talaga.”

Nang sinabi ‘yun ay agad mo ring inabala ang sarili mo sa paghubad sa kanya. You started taking off his black suit and his slacks. Natitira na lang sa kanya ay ang puti niyang t-shirt at kulay gray na boxers. Mas nahighlight pa ang sobrang lapad na balikat ni Jungwon.

From your view, kitang-kita mo rin ang bakat na tite ni Jungwon.

And he’s still kneading your breasts. Feeling mo tuloy favorite niya ang suso mo.

“Fuck,” aniya. “Dede ako.”

Pumayag ka naman. Naramdaman mo ang labi niya na biglang nilalaplap ang kaliwang suso mo habang ang kanan ay hinihimas pa rin niya. Hindi mo mapigilang mapaliyad dahil sa sobrang ligalig ng dila ni Jungwon sa utong mo

“Ah!”

Binilisan ni Jungwon ang pag-abuso sa dede mo. Nang hindi makuntento ay nagsimula na ring maglakbay ang kanyang kaliwang kamay pababa sa’yo.

Patuloy lang niyang hinahaplos ang balat mo hanggang sa huminto ito sa puson mo.

Kinilabutan ka dahil nagsimula ang mga daliri niya sa paggalaw. Naiinis ka na lalo dahil hindi niya ito binababa pa.

“Jungwon!”

You frustratedly called him.

“Pasok mo na ‘yan. Or rub mo clit ko, please, god,” sabi mo.

“Hindi po ako si God.”

Mas lalong nangasim ang ekspresyon mo kung kaya’t nang titigan mo siya habang nilalamutak pa rin ang suso mo ay nakatingin na agad ito sa’yo.

“Joke lang,” aniya.

You felt his finger teasing your clit. Hindi mo na talaga mapigilan kung kaya’t mas bumukaka ka pa para malibot niya ang kanyang kamay.

“Fuck!”

“Tangina,” mura mo. Mabagal niya kasing hinihimas ang puke mo at dahil do’n, sobrang nasasabik ka.

And then you felt his finger go inside you. His thumb is lightly massaging your clit habang ang kanyang middle finger ay mabagal ding lumalabas-masok.

“Sarap.”

“Bilisan mo pa, please,” tugon mo.

His thrusts became faster. Kung kanina, isang daliri lang ang nagpapaligaya sa’yo, ngayon, ramdam mong dinagdagan niya ng isa ang daliri niya sa loob mo.

You can’t help but moan in satisfaction.

Ang dulas din kasi ng mga daliri niya.

“Oh, God!”

“Faster, please!”

“Fuck!”

Ramdam mo ring tinigilan na ni Jungwon ang paglamutak sa suso mo, at unti-unti na rin siyang bumababa ng halik. Mula sa dibdib mo, ang mga labi niya ay nasa tiyan mo na. Tapos ilang segundo lang, naramdaman mong hinipan niya ang puke mong kanina niya pa finifinger.

“Shit!”

Narinig mo siyang tumawa.

Wala pang ilang pagkakataon at naramdaman mo na ring kinakain ka na niya. His tongue gently swifts your folds; lumilikha pa ng malalaswang tunog ang bibig nito mula sa pagkain sayo.

Agad mong hinawakan ang ulo niya dahil sa sarap ng sensasyon. Diniin mo ang bibig niya sa puke mo at dahil dito, mas binilisan niya ang pagkain at pagfinger sa’yo.

“Fuck!”

“Lapit na ako, shit,” nanghihina mong tugon.

“Dagdag pa ako isang finger, hmm?”

Hindi mo na rin masyado inintindi at mas dumagdag pa ang sarap ng ginagawa ni Jungwon sa’yo dahil tatlong daliri na niya ang kinakalikot ka. Libog na libog ka na dahil sobrang galing ni Jungwon kumain ng puke, tapos ‘yung paghagod pa ng mga daliri niya sa loob mo ay kakaiba.

Ngayon mo lang naramdaman ang sarap ng pagfifinger. Dati kasi hindi mo gusto.

“Ah!”

“Please—Jungwon, please,” sagot mo. “Pasok mo na, please—fuck.”

Hindi ka niya pinansin. Nagpatuloy lang siya sa pagkain at paggalaw sa’yo. Ramdam mo na talagang lalabasan ka kaya’t humihiyaw ka na rin.

“Fuck!”

“Sarap! Tang ina! More!”

“Jungwon—oh, fuck!”

“Please!”

Kalaunan ay hindi mo na rin napigilan at nilabasan ka habang kinakain ka ni Jungwon.

Nanghihina ka at ang hinga mo ay malalalim; hudyat na napagod ang buong katawan mo. However, may ibang plano pa ata si Jungwon sa’yo.

“Agad agad? Hindi pa nga kita tinitira.”

“Bukaka ka ulit.”

“Or gusto mo pabukaka ulit kita?”

Hindi ka na nagsalita at sumunod na lang.

You saw Jungwon wet his palm at agad niya namang jinakol ang sarili.

You also felt how he damped your wet pussy. Naramdaman mo kung paanong mahinang dinadampi ni Jungwon ang mataba niyang tite sa puke mo. You moaned unknowingly.

“Pasok mo na..”

“Ayaw ko pa. I still wanna feel your pussy against my cock. Liit ng puke mo oh.”

“Kasya ba ‘to?”

Hindi ka nakasagot. Hinayaan mo lang siyang gawin ang gusto niya.

Pinapasadahan lang pataas-baba ng tite ni Jungwon ang puke mo. Ramdam mong basa ka na ulit.

“Pasok mo na, please…”

“Mommy,” aniya. “Do you want me to fuck you already? Maaga pa.”

“Yes..”

“Okay, Mommy. Fuck na kita?”

Hindi ka na naman nakasagot. Naramdaman mo na lang na unti-unting pinapasok ni Jungwon ang ulo ng tite niya sa’yo kaya napaungol ka na rin.

“Hmm,” tugon mo. “Shit.”

Mabagal niyang nilalabas-masok ang tite niya sa’yo. Take note rin na hindi niyo pala naisipang magcondom.

“Buntisin po kita?”

“Yes..”

“Puputok ko lahat sa loob?”

“Yes…”

Matapos ay hindi na rin siguro nakapagpigil si Jungwon sa’yo. Bilis niyang nilalabas-masok ang tite niya sa loob mo at ikaw naman ay sinasalubong din ang bawat bayo niya. Ramdam mo pang tumatama rin sa noo mo ang suot nitong dogtag, kaya tinitigan mo siya saka kinausap.

“Hold your necklace. Kagatin mo ‘yang dogtag mo. Tumatama sa akin. Masakit.”

Jungwon did not say anything and started biting his dogtag. Mas dumagdag ang libog mo dahil ang hot niya sa itsura niya ngayon.

While pumping in and out his dick, he then went to devour your breast. Dinidilaan at hinihimas niya ang dalawang suso mo, leaving nothing but hickeys as well.

“Ah!”

Bahagya kang napaungol nang maramdaman mong mas bumibilis ang kantot niya sa’yo. Wala ka na ibang nagawa kundi lumiyad at napatirik ang mata mo sa sarap.

“Gusto mo ‘to?”

“Sarap na sarap ka ah.”

“Kaya ka siguro nasa bar kasi gusto mong makantot? Ano?”

Bahagya ka namang natawa.

Tama naman siya.

“At least ikaw ‘yung kakantot sa’kin. Jackpot.”

Lumilikha ng malalaswang ingay ang mga ari niyong nagsasalop. Your pussy cries in high habang ang tite naman ni Jungwon ay bahagyang lumalaki sa loob mo.

“Sarap mo talaga,” aniya. “Laki laki ng suso mo. Sarap lamasin tas dilaan. Tapos sikip pa ng pepe mo. Lasang juice pa tamod mo. Fuck.”

“Bakit ngayon lang kita nakilala? Sarap mo, gago,” sunod-sunod nitong tugon.

Di nagtagal ay parehas na kayong hingal na hingal sa ginawa niyo.

Jungwon planted his seeds inside you. Napahiyaw ka pa dahil ang mga panahon bago ka niya labasan ay sobrang bilis ng pagkantot niya sa’yo.

Nang matapos ay walang nagsalita sainyong dalawa. Nakaibabaw lang sa’yo ang lalaki.

Bahagya mo ring hinawakan ang pwet ni Jungwon na agad naman niyang hinawi ang mga kamay mo.

“Hey,” aniya. “Why? Pahawak lang eh.”

“Naiilang ako, bahala ka r’yan.”

“Hawak lang..”

Take note: Nakapasok pa rin tite ni Jungwon sa’yo.

—————

Kinabukasan, nagising ka nang may gumagalaw sa ibabaw mo.

Sakit ng katawan ko, fuck, you mentally noted.

Bahagya ka namang napaungol dahil sa biglang paghugot at pagpasok ng titi sa’yo.

“Jungwon..”

“Maaga pa.”

“Maaga na,” he corrected you.

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #jungwon #mommy kink #enhypen #enhypen smut imagines #enhypen scenarios

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night-triumphantt · 1 year

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OCs as a love language.

@sysba beloved tagged me and, I’m devastated by these quiz results (Also idk who to tag??)

Cal - a story that ends in blood

The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. You don't care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.

Suraya - a knife called grief

You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven't been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you'd do that for them.

Kiara - an undoing influence (I’m so?? Not her nd Edith being the same)

Can someone tell you what to do? You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you'd probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

Silas - violent devotion

Everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven't yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. This world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. You want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realise they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. You want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. There's a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. And what if they choose to walk away? Didn't I say this was violent devotion?

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hosannan · 10 months

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TOA Anniversary Munday!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

tagging: you!

Name: Annie

Pronouns: she/her or he/him

Birthday (no year): January 12

Where are you from? What is your time zone? California! PST normally! I go to school in the AST timezone

Roleplay experience: 11 years :softsmile: been RPing since I was 15!! Fun fact: I used to have adverse feelings to RP because I used to have friends on youtube before when people used to have personal profiles and talk to each other on there. Then all my friends became Mario RP blogs. (clenches fist) WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE LUIGI NOW

Got any pets? Nope! I shouldn’t have a pet for their sake

Favorite time of year: Winter! Absolutely love it

Some interests and things you like: Farming games! Otomes! Arting once every couple of months. Medicine. I have a fascination of learning just about anything, so one week I could be crocheting, the next week I could be learning about how to respectfully taxidermy a friend’s pet. I also really like punk rock

Some funfacts & trivia about you:

I’m quite shy IRL, and I tend to enjoy isolation! Lots of friends have noted the difference between my online self and my IRL self

I picked up metalsmithing (lost-wax casting specifically) and have made some really gaudy, big jewelry pieces.

I enjoy sparring/physical combat/wrestling. It translates into my combat writing

I used to perform! Played the violin for more than a decade. (am not good at it but love it all the same)

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Story of Seasons, Rune Factory, Jack Jeanne, Fata Morgana

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Psychic, Espeon

How did you get into Fire Emblem? My best friend asked me to buy him Awakening for his birthday! In exchange he bought me Awakening a little later :)

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Just Awakening, actually! Hahaha, whoops.

First Fire Emblem game: Awakening!

Favorite Fire Emblem game: To be completely fair, none? But from a writing point of view, I love Shadows of Valentia the most

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 Stahl! Thank god for our initally loveless marriage

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: Chrom, then immediately Stahl (x4) - Fates: I’ve never played passed the introduction, but Silas or Takumi if I had to make that choice. - Three Houses: Haven’t played, but Shamir! - Engage: TBD

Favorite Fire Emblem class: Dark Flier/Mage/Pegasus Knight

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? Villager! Or (friend assigned) sage, most likely?

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Black Eagles

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? Celica! :soft smile: I think Soren (strategy conversations) and Leif (fighting affinity) would also be plausible

How did you find TOA? Chuu!

Current TOA muses: Nanna, Quan, Henry

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Lukas :softsmile: He’s in good hands! I do love him as a muse very much too

Have you had any other TOA muses? Lukas, Gerome, Frederick

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? No type preference. More than anything, I like three specific voices that completely contrast each other. I also like difficult characters to work with :) (i.e. few lines, strange personalities, discontentment with character’s in-game choices, not many personal bonds)

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? Motion! Fighting, dancing, moving around. I also, and this is a very silly thing to say, have a tendency to absolutely love my partners’ writing in general. I get very engrossed with how to gel with my partner, and make the writing mesh together. I like referencing old threads, old dialogue lines, completing sentences or thoughts that were left in the cursory. I also enjoy personalizing a character’s narration or writing style based on their mind set.

Favorite TOA-related memory: Unlocked 2021, my beloved! That event mentally sent me on a loop

How do you pronounce TOA? T-O-A (cheerleader vc)

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day that you’d like to share? Alm, Gerome, Conrad, Dwyer, Tsubaki, Ishtar, Kellam, Donnel etc etc August. Manfroy. God I want NPC slots. That said I'm happy with my selection thus so far :)

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gummybugg · 11 months

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Find the Word Tag x3

Because I like living my life on Hard Mode, I combined the last 3 find the word tags into One post. Thank you for the tag @sam-glade, @another-white-hole, and @writernopal! Find their posts here, here, and here, respectively!

My words to find are green, red, animal, lucky, and empty!

I just want y'all to know I had so much Fun digging these words up. I got to Uncover some old writing and some I almost forgot about!

green (IBT)

The moment the fire touched the incense, the spilled remains glowed green. A rapid gush of smoke quickly filled the room. Jemmah backed into the doorway. She would have stomped out the embers, had she not stood there in awe.

red (IBT)

“Yeah, bartender, that's what I said. You know, I have a real soft spot for bartenders.” [said Silas] Several shades of red bloomed on Jemmah’s face out of her control. She blamed it on the stress of cleaning up after a demonic ritual and drunk from her glass. She turned away, twirling her hair between her fingers.

animal (Crater City, Elijah’s POV)

“Blair, look at me!” I grabbed his shoulders. “I didn't tell you this because I didn't want you to go looking for him and get yourself killed!” “I'm not stupid. Or some wild animal on the loose,” he spat. “You act like I'll just go shoot up an entire building on a rampage—that isn't it!” “I didn't say that! You're doing it again, Blair—you're putting words into my mouth!”

lucky (IBT)

“Silas, is that you?” A familiar voice tickled Silas’ ears. “What, did you get summoned while someone was making a sandwich at home? It’s been a hot second.” It was that young-adult-novel-love-interest-wannabe Clementine. The fallen angel who thought he was any different from your average imp. “I was actually sent here to find a chaste, god-fearing angel to talk some sense into me. Do you know where I could find one?” Jemmah covered her laugh with a cough. “Oh, please,” Clementine flashed his perfect smile, “you’re lucky you have a goth girlfriend in tow. Otherwise, I really don't see a reason for you to show your face around here, Nicolá.” “All I hear is ‘I’m jealous Silas is living out my goth girl fantasies,’” Silas pitched their voice lower to mimic Clementine’s. “Honestly, I am appalled at you. Filled to the brim with nausea, even. And I apologize for putting you through this, Jemmah. I think we should go.”

empty (Crater City, Blair’s POV)

"Don't be ridiculous," I took a sip from my coffee cup, now empty. "You don't ever use numbers in your key-smashes unless you're drunk. And you're only drunk when I'm with you. And," I leaned over the table with a crooked smile, "We agreed to get drinks the next night. That's how I knew something was up."

Tagging these people (gently) to find the words sky, drive, over, sun, and smile: @writeouswriter, @sender-paulson, @acertainmoshke, @wildswrites, and @sabels-small-sphere. This is also an open tag!

#thanks for the tag!#open tag #Ohhh this one is chock-full of spice #I'm very happy to share these entries!#crater city wip #ibt wip #indie's bar and thrills wip #tag game #find the word tag #my writing #my wip

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leothelionsaysgrrrr · 2 years

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Find the Word Game

@frenchy-and-the-sea tagged me! :)

I am super cheating with this since my current WIP chapter that is not finished and posted is little more than untagged dialogue and notes to myself, so I am just counting the entirety of TSU as one overarching WIP and it is my right as a writer and a human being to do so.

My given words were wait, choice, time, and grace.

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Wait

(This bit technically has two of them in it but I am only counting it for this one for showing off's sake)

“Tell me,” he began, giving the coinpurse a little toss in his hand while ignoring the chairs on either side of him to instead prop his ass halfway on the edge of the desk, “are you and your friends losing faith in me?”

Rexus rolled his eyes. “Silas. That’s the third time in a row, now.”

“Ah,” Arcadius remarked with a coordinate raise of his eyebrows, somehow expecting Rexus to believe he hadn’t known that was what he meant. “I see.” The magister sank backwards into the plush upholstery as he adjusted his posture, hoping as all talented liars do to seem more comfortable with the explanation he was about to give than he truly was.

“Others reported their agents encountering dangerous mages while dealing with this outfit. My fellow magisters simply felt it appropriate you have a mage of your own with you.”

“Ah, of course! If only I’d had time to train in tactics I’d find useful for dealing with mages myself - oh wait, I did,” Rexus snapped as he leaned forward with a wide, closed-mouth smile and tensely narrowed eyes. A bit of a challenge, one Arcadius met with his own, significantly more relaxed smile.

“Nevertheless.”

Choice

(Actually had to look in another chapter for this! This one's from Chapter 5.)

It behooved a woman in her position to keep a particular advantage...leverage, perhaps, on anyone who walked through her doors, and that face...that was the face of a woman who not only had such a weapon, she meant to use it.

“What would have become of you, do you think, if years ago someone decided it would be a fool’s errand to help you?”

Rexus’s shoulders sank alongside the corners of his mouth. This, this exact variety of bullshit was precisely why he continued to balk at even the slightest offers of kindness. No one - no one - made such an offer out of any genuine desire to better his situation, not that he required anyone’s charity in the first place. No, people offered kindness only for the self-satisfaction that comes with believing they had. That, or, as Alba currently demonstrated, to have something to hold over him, to weigh down their boot on his balls when they wanted something in return later. Leverage.

“Really?” he protested, and narrowed his eyes into strained slits. “Again, with the…?”

Eyes as wide as she could make them and lips squeezed tightly together, Alba replied only with a series of slow nods. Stubbornness would dictate he withstand the onslaught until she either admitted defeat or dragged him out herself, but with his mind as well as his body all but completely exhausted, Rexus had little choice but to give with the pressure. Quite a blow to his pride, of course, and one she would not soon let him forget, but well worth keeping his balls uncrushed.

“Oh, for...you know what, fine. Fine. ”

Time

(there were SO MANY for this one lol)

“Then why do you care?!” Rexus shouted. He stood sharply, his brow creased and his lip curled, and leaned the heels of his hands hard into the desk to get as close to Arcadius as he could, so that just maybe he would finally see that he was in no mood for this vague, evasive horse shit. “More importantly, why should I? You said it yourself, Tenebris is a problem, so as far as I’m concerned I have more important things to do than follow around the most Maker-forsaken bloody fucking irritating woman I have ever had the misfortune of meeting like a lost puppy, hoping she’ll bare her heart and soul to me - neither of which I’m entirely certain she has, by the way, only this time, keep a little journal about it!”

Arcadius sighed. “Rexus, if you don’t think you can handle it…”

“You know I can fucking handle it. Tell me why I should.”

Grace

The halls of the Magisterium itself were a cavernous maze with impractically high ceilings and polished marble floors, lit by bright, glowing orbs that floated overhead and sat tidily within glass balls jutting out of the walls, lined on one side with fresco and statuary regaling the Imperium’s former glory and on the other with a series of large, heavy doors enchanted such that they allowed sound in, but not out, flanked on either side by intricately carved columns and decorated with mosaic tile sigils over the lintels. Rexus let the soles of his boots slap flatly over the marble in a leisurely cadence, loudly enough to announce his presence - to the entire city, likely, if not only the poor soul about to be graced with it - and a little louder still as he passed a door with a mosaic depicting a circle of golden staves pointing inward to a bulb of frosted blue glass: the insignia of House Leventis, not that his father made a habit of putting around his office in the middle of the night. By contrast, Rexus’s imminent return notwithstanding, it was hardly unheard of for one Maro Arcadius’s ass to still be warming the seat of his Magisterial chair at his Magisterial desk in his Magisterial chambers at such an hour.

His mosaic was a bear. Rexus slammed the dark iron knocker against the door, but did not wait to be invited inside. He would’ve dumped his helmet on one of the round chairs in the vestibule once he’d shut the door behind him, but there were distinctly two voices behind the curtain hanging in the doorway to Arcadius’ office. Again not waiting to be invited inside, Rexus drew the curtain aside and found the magister with a quill in one hand and some document in the other, finishing up a quick discussion with the courier they’d sent ahead, steadily glancing back and forth between them. Rexus liked to think he’d stopped for a moment, just long enough to let out a little sigh when he heard him coming.

I will tag @captainsaku, @thefluffynug, @eorzean-cabbage, @ourinquisitorialness, @bladeverbena because of course I will, and also @thereluctantinquisitor and anyone else who wants to do it.

Your words are ignore, sharp, nervous, and despise. :)

#find the word tag #i am slowly getting to these #and i like this chapter damn it #you tagged leo #leo writes the swim upstream

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draguta · 1 year

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.a court of ash and smoke | fifteen.

pairing: lucien vanserra x reader

chapter warnings: mentions of ptsd, mentions of domestic violence

chapter word count: 2658

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Silas

“You know, that’s a terrible position for sleeping.”

A familiar voice roused you from your nap, and you sat up sharp in your seat, eyes groggy and hair a wild mess. Blinking behind you, you found Lucien leaning against the mantlepiece with his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk.

“Feyre stole my bed,” was all you managed to say as you rose to your feet.

“You seem to have a habit of letting your friends sleep in your bed,” he chuckled, and you threw him a glare over your shoulder, knowing that he was thinking of the night that you had nursed his fever and allowed him to take up far too much space in your bed. You hadn’t minded at the time, however, as it had allowed you to snuggle up at his chest that night, wrapped in his embrace for the first time. But now, looking at him smirking back at you in that library, you inwardly cursed yourself for ever having allowed it to happen. The memory of his rejection, of him telling you to leave after he had ignited your skin on fire, came washing back to you, and it cut as deep then as it had at the time, wounds freshly reopened to bleed once again.

“What are you doing here, Lucien?” You snapped, and the smirk immediately dropped from his face. ‘Good,’ you thought. ‘At least now you know that you can’t just show back up here and pretend that nothing happened.’

“I have a meeting with Tamlin,” he explained quietly, all quips and hints of humour in his voice now gone. “I thought it might be beneficial if you were there.”

“You really think Tamlin would let me in a room with you? Let alone join in on an important meeting?” You questioned, raising a sarcastic eyebrow at him. He shrugged.

“I’m sure he’ll be ok with it,” he said. “Once I tell him what it’s about.”

“He won’t even let me and Feyre leave the grounds, Lucien,” you huffed out. “We’re on house arrest.”

“At least you’re allowed in the house. Tamlin is…taking things very far, it would seem,” Lucien muttered, but you didn’t miss the wave of concern behind that russet eye. “Just come to the meeting, please.”

You considered for a moment, studying the genuine hope in features, and finally shrugged yourself. “Fine. When is the meeting?”

“This afternoon,” he said in reply.

“I’ll see you there then,” you stated blandly, turning to leave. But Lucien’s hand reached out to grab at your wrist, pulling you back. You winced at the pain that it brought to those cuts and bruises still marring your skin.

“Wait,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you, before we go to see Tamlin, about what happened the last time I was here.”

“There’s nothing to talk about Lucien,” you said, trying to keep your voice monotone and bored. “You don’t want me, and that’s fine. Perhaps Tamlin was right, maybe you were just using me.”

He recoiled slightly, although his hands remained wrapped around your wrist. “Is that really what you think of me?”

“No, Lucien,” you dared to say, looking back at him. “That’s not what I think of you at all, and you know it. But I’m having a hard time trying to come up with one reason that you would treat me that way when you were the one that made the first move.”

“Y/N,” he all-but whined. He grunted, running his free hand through his hair as he slowly but surely said, in a low voice. “There are things about me - about my past - that you don’t know, and…I don’t know how to tell you.”

“If you’re trying to tell me that you’re not a good person, Lucien,” you huffed out. “Then you can stop because I know you’re lying. I know that’s not true.”

“No,” he said softly. “That’s not what I mean. But I have done things, and people were hurt because of it. And if I had done what I really wanted to do with you, then it wouldn’t be fair to you, and it wouldn’t be fair to them.”

You blinked up at him, at his furrowed brows and eyes almost pleading you to trust him. Yet, you couldn’t seem to allow yourself to forgive him, to give in and go back to how things were. “If that’s all you had to say, then I must go and dress.”

You turned again, but Lucien pulled you back once more, a little harder this time, and you yelped out in pain. Lucien retreated a step as if he had burnt himself, staring wide-eyed at you. “Did I - I didn’t meant to hurt you, I’m sorry-”

You pulled your wrist to your chest, cradling it in your other hand, refusing to meet his eye. “It wasn’t you.”

You didn’t see his face, didn’t see his reaction to your words, but you did see his large hands slowly and hesitantly reach forward to take your hand. You let him. His fingers gently pulled up the sleeve of your nightdress, and you grimaced when you saw the bruises, a dark, harsh purple against your pale skin, and the bright red gashes above them. He ran the pad of his thumb across the biggest of the bruises, the one made by your brother’s thumb.

“Who did this to you?”

You swallowed harshly. “I went to ask Tamlin if he would let you come home, and he got angry…”

You trailed off when you saw the anger that flashed in his eye, saw the muscles in his jaw clench in rage. “Tamlin.” It came out in a growl.

“I’m fine, really-” you began, flustered.

“No, you’re not,” he snapped, shoulders already squaring. “He will never hurt you again, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Lucien-”

“Let me handle it.”

The air inside the study was heavy and rich with unbridled fury. Tamlin leant against the desk, glaring at Tamlin, and Lucien stood across from him, jaw clenched tightly. You awkwardly stood between them, glancing from one to the other.

“Why is she here?” Tamlin snapped, inclining his head toward you, but never taking his eyes from Lucien.

“Because this concerns her,” Lucien bit back. “So it’s only right that she is present for the conversation.”

“Fine,” Tamlin snarled, eyes flashing dangerously, daring Lucien to step a toe out of line. “Say what you came here to say.”

“I was patrolling the Northern border and met a group of travelling lesser faeries from the Dawn Court, moving through the Summer Court,” Lucien said, glaring at Tamlin from under a low brow. With that golden eye, he looked more terrifying in that stance than you had ever known him to be, and you were thankful that you were not on the receiving end of that stare. “They reminded me of something. Helion of the Day Court is a spellcaster.”

“What of it?” Tamlin growled.

“I travelled to the Day Court to see him myself,” Lucien continued. “And explained Y/N’s…problem. He thinks he can help, and said that he had seen something similar before.”

“So you want her to go to the Day Court alone?” Tamlin snapped. “No way.”

“Not alone-” Lucien began, but Tamlin interrupted him.

“I am too busy to escort her.”

“Then I will take her myself,” Lucien bit back. Tamlin’s features contorted into a foul sneer, white teeth flashing, claws protruding from his knuckles.

“You will not take her anywhere,” he hissed. “If she must go, then I will have sentinels escort her.”

“You would trust her safety with sentinels more than with me?” Lucien asked, lips curling into a malicious curl of disdain and irritation, and if you weren’t wrong, insult. “She would be ten times safer - twenty times - with me at her side.”

“The sentinels can take her,” Tamlin gritted out, pushing himself from the side of the desk and rising to his full height.

“Then let the sentinels come too, with me and Y/N,” Lucien compromised. “Find those who can winnow and let them come with us.”

Tamlin snarled, but did not argue back.

“So it is decided,” Lucien nodded. “We will leave at the end of the week.”

Tamlin’s hot gaze snapped to you. “Can you give us a minute please?”

You glanced at Lucien, but eventually nodded and exited the room, off into the gardens to find Feyre. Lucien turned back to the High Lord. “Was there something else?”

Tamlin let out a low sigh and leaned against the side of his desk, crossing his arms across his chest. “We have been friends for a long time,” he said. “Some would say too long. I hate to argue with you.”

“And I you,” Lucien nodded in agreement, but kept his firm stance, his face untelling. “And I appreciate everything that you have done for me, but if I am accused of what you have accused me of, then I will defend myself.”

“I understand,” Tamlin groaned. He ran a hand through his golden locks, catching his emissary’s eyes. “She asks about you, you know? She asked me to order you back here, and I know she speaks of you to Feyre.”

“I have to admit that I have thought about her too,” Lucien said, only wincing internally when he rethought saying it aloud. “And I would very much like to return home, if you would allow it.”

Tamlin cocked his head, narrowing his eyes. “I would like to trust you, Lucien, as I always have been able to before. But this-” He pushed himself off the desk and began pacing across the room, hands clapped tightly together. “I have to protect her, to protect Feyre. They have been placed in my care - they are my responsibility now. And after everything she has been through-”

“I never touched her, Tamlin,” Lucien said firmly, eyes flashing. He paused, looking at him over his shoulder. “Like I told you before, the only reason we were pretending was so that I could get messages to her from you. She had guards on her door, Tamlin, you know that.”

“I saw you with my own eyes, with your hands all over her,” Tamlin snapped.

“We were playing a part, Tam,” Lucien said exasperatedly, voice raising louder than he meant it to. “Just like you were playing a part Under the Mountain. I did whatever I could do to keep her safe because you told me to.”

“Is that the only reason?” The High Lord asked, raising an eyebrow. Lucien paused and then sighed.

“I’ll admit, over those years I came to care for her,” he said quietly. “But I never touched her.”

Tamlin’s lips twisted in thought as he considered it, and eventually said, “Fine, you can come home, and you can go with her to the Day Court.” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair again, a nervous tick that Lucien had noticed over the years of their friendship. “But do not, whatever you do, go into her room. Do not touch her, do you hear me, Lucien?”

“I hear you,” Lucien said, and offered Tamlin a small bow before turning to the door. He paused when he reached the doorframe and turned back to the blonde. “I know what you did to her, you know.” Tamlin blinked back at him, and Lucien could see the guilt behind those green eyes. “If I am to keep my hands off her, then I suggest you do the same thing. Next time I won’t consider our friendship before drawing my sword to protect her.”

“Are you threatening me Lucien?” Tamlin growled.

Lucien thought for a moment before replying, “Yes. I am.” And then he turned and left, ignoring the claws that protruded from Tamlin’s knuckles.

You had been unable to find Feyre, and Alis had informed you that she had gone out to explore the grounds. You didn’t have the energy to run about the estate trying to find her, so instead you took yourself on a stroll around the gardens yourself, your feet taking you toward the stables and the sentinel’s training house.

The clinking of swords drew your attention first, and then the glimmer as the blades hit the sunlight. You allowed yourself to edge closer, leaning against the outside of the stables and watching as two of Tamlin sentinels engaged in a sword fight. The larger of the two - a burly, broad, and muscular man with sandy brown hair and sun-kissed skin - hit the other sentinel’s sword and pushed it down toward him. The other Fae yielded and dropped to the grass, and the sandy-haired one laughed loudly, holding out a hand for the other and pulling him to his feet.

“Is there a grudge that someone is holding that I should know about?” You called out, drawing the attention of the two sentinels. The sandy-blonde one turned and offered a low bow at the sight of you, brown eyes glinting in the sunlight.

“No, Lady, just a bit of practice,” he chuckled as he rose, and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Well, thank goodness I don’t have to go and get my brother,” you smiled brightly.

“Oh, this was Lord Tamlin’s idea,” the sentinel explained, taking a step toward me. He had forgone the golden armour that the sentinels usually wore, and instead simply wore a loose fitting white shirt and trousers, his feet bare in the grass. “A bit of friendly competition always brightens up the men.”

“And you are what? Their entertainer?” You chuckled, and the sentinel huffed out a laugh.

“Entertainer, no. Commander, yes,” he laughed. “But you can just call me Silas, My Lady.”

“Oh, please don’t call me that,” you said. “Feyre is the Lady of the house, I’m just…me.”

You glanced over his shoulder at the swords that had been abandoned on the grass post-fight. “Any tricks you might be able to show me?” You asked hopefully. Silas frowned slightly, eyes narrowing.

“I don’t think Lord Tamlin would appreciate that,” he said, cocking his head to the side slightly. “Why would a lady like you want to know how to wield a sword?”

You pushed from the wall and wandered past him. “Perhaps I’m simply interested in the art,” you said as convincingly as you could. You reached down and picked up the sword; you had to admit it was heavier than you had been expecting, and you certainly didn’t look the part to be holding it, not in your frilly floral spring dress. You glanced up to Silas again, waving the sword around before you slightly. “Or perhaps I’d like to learn to defend myself.”

Silas took a step forward and reached for the sword. “You don’t need to defend yourself, Lady. That’s what we’re here for.” He moved to take the sword from my hand, and as your hand moved with it, the sleeve of your dress hiked up slightly, bringing your bruises into view. You moved quickly, ripping your sleeve down your arm, trying to will the heat that was spreading up your cheeks to dissipate. But it was too late, Silas had already seen it. He hissed through his teeth slightly.

“On the other hand,” he said, and you glanced up at him hopefully. “It is always good for a lady to know how to look after herself, just in case. Why don’t you come here in a few days and we’ll see what we can teach you. However, I think it best that we don’t tell your brother about it, ok?”

“I would prefer he didn’t know too,” you said, offering him a shy smile. He nodded firmly in confirmation.

“Come at sunset, yeah?” He asked, and you nodded again. He patted you gently on the shoulder, and with that returned to his men, and you walked back to the manor with a new sense of confidence.

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trustsalvatorewriting · 4 years

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crush culture || kendall knight - chapter one

Summary: In which Kendall Knight has a crush on a girl who plays the drums at a local cafe

Word Count: 2,356

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❝ you make me feel like a teenager in love, you make me feel like i'll be forever young❞

KENDALL GROANED AS HE HEARD A CRASH FROM OUTSIDE HIS BEDROOM, throwing a throw pillow over his head to block out the noises and lights. He'd had to go into the studio yesterday for nearly twelve hours trying to fulfill one of Gustavo's checklists, and about halfway through, he'd started developing a migraine. He'd shrugged it off the night before and tried to sleep it off, but it had somehow gotten worse overnight.

Thankfully, he would have the day off, as he'd managed to get a few harmonies done the day before. He reached toward his navy blue curtains and pulled them over the sunlight leaking in through his window, laying still as he waited for the noise in the apartment to die down.

It was moments like this that he longed for his life in Minnesota. While he was thankful that he'd been given such a privileged life in California, he knew that if he hadn't gone to the auditions with James six months ago, he would've been at the ice rink at the moment, practicing for a hockey scholarship. He wouldn't have learned the meaning of 'stress migraine,' and he definitely wouldn't have had to leave his apartment to get a decent cup of coffee.

When he finally forced himself out of bed, he was met with an empty coffee machine and an empty bag of ground coffee. Kendall all but slammed his head into the kitchen pantry, throwing the bag into the garbage disposal and reaching for his phone. In truth, he wasn't even completely sure where the nearest cafe was, but he remembered his mom mentioning that there was a small one at the hippie grocery store on Rosé.

'God, that's such a Hollywood name,' Kendall thought to himself as he ordered his taxi. Once it confirmed, he quickly changed into a hoodie and jeans, sliding his keys into his back pocket. He headed for the taxi the moment he saw it drive into the parking lot, only giving slight nods to his friends as he rushed to get his coffee.

Thankfully, the driver hadn't tried to start any conversations, allowing him to sit in the backseat in silence. He leaned his head against the window, shutting his eyes as he tried to block out the sunlight. It felt as though direct sunlight would set fire to the back of his eyes.

As the driver pulled into the front of the grocery store, Kendall winced at the slight jerking movement of the vehicle as it came to a halt. He handed a fifty dollar bill to the driver and stepped out, pulling his hoodie over his head as he stared at the oddly hippie grocery store, complete with plants hanging outside the building and a green-painted sign with the name 'Williams' painted in white letters.

Kendall lightly rolled his eyes at the California culture, making his way into the store and heading for the cafe area towards the back. It was a completely different atmosphere from the coffee places and grocery stores they'd had in Minnesota, and while he likely would've figured that out sooner, he'd spent the majority of his time in California stuffed in a recording studio.

As he approached the cafe, he noticed a few bookshelves towards the wall, filled with journals and cooking books, and whatever else California people liked to read. He walked toward the counter and noticed a short girl sitting behind the register, a dazed look on her face as she rhythmically tapped her fingers.

"Uh, hey, could I get a cup of coffee?" Kendall asked, pulling his hoodie off his head. He'd made a slight effort to brush out his hair, but had given up after a while and shoved it ebenath a gray beanie.

The girl snapped out of her thoughts and turned to face him, allowing him to get a view of her name tag: Emory. She smiled happily, soft brown eyes lighting up when she noticed him. "Hi! Welcome to William's Coffee House. What can I get you?"

An involuntary smile came to his face when he heard her voice, but it quickly faded away when his eyes drifted to the menu. He fumbled with his words as he scanned the list of coffees, complete with lattes and espressos -- and what the hell was a macchiato? Kendall rubbed the back of his neck, confusion painted across his ivory features. "Uh... the coffee... kind?"

Emory bit back a laugh and went through the buttons on the register. "I'll just get you a small black coffee, and you can add cream and sugar if you want."

"Thank you," He sighed. He reached to grab a twenty dollar bill from his pocket, but she pushed his hand away quickly. Kendall looked u, dark eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Don't even worry about it. It's on the house," She explained lightly, standing to go prepare his coffee. "You look like you've had a rough day."

"Is it that obvious?" Kendall questioned, tugging at the edges of his beanie so they covered his temples. They felt like they were going to explode.

She hesitated, reaching out to hand his coffee cup to him. She pursed her lips together, as if she were searching for the best words to tell him that he looked like he just crawled out from the garbage disposal. Emory winced at her own words as she said, "You're still cute."

Kendall might've blushed if it weren't for the tightening feeling on the right side of his head.

As he reached up to press his palms against his eyes, Emory questioned, "Do you have a migraine? I have Excedrin in my bag, if you want some. They're not crazy drugs or whatever."

"Excedrin?" He pulled his hands away from his eyes to find her holding out a small bottle of acetaminophen. She smiled lightly and placed it next to her coffee. "Thanks."

"No problem. I carry them around 'cause my brother and I get migraines a lot. One or two should be good depending on how bad it is," Emory advised. Kendall ignored her and shook three pills out of the bottle. "I mean, or you could do that."

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile as he went to take the three excedrins and swallow them down with the hot coffee. He winced at the taste, setting it down.

"Didn't you say you wanted cream and sugar?" Emory questioned, pointing at the cup.

Kendall deadpanned at the sight of the cream and sugar, throwing his hand onto the desk. Emory giggled and took the cup from him, shaking in a little bit of each ingredient. Her laugh was high-pitched, similar to a cartoon character's. He lifted his head slightly. "Cute laugh."

Emory dropped the sugar packet into the cup. Her eyes widened and she quickly began preparing another cup. "I'm Emory."

"Kendall," He responded. "That's a... unique name."

"Thanks," She chuckled. "My Pops chose it. It's supposed to mean 'brave' or 'powerful' or something. I'm neither of those, which is why I'm working in a nearly empty café at eleven in the morning on a Friday."

"Three-day weekend," Kendall shrugged and took the cup from her. He smiled, his migraine already beginning to fade away.

She nodded and sat down in a stool behind the counter. Emory didn't have the nerve to tell him that her dads had named her other siblings 'Silas' and 'Andromeda.' She also didn't have the energy to explain that her dads had given her one mental health day per quarter, and she'd used it today so she could skip out on volleyball. She was only 5'2" which made serving the ball practically impossible.

For some reason, she'd wanted to impress him. She wasn't quite sure how to do that while she was sitting in a coffee apron, at the back of a grocery store, though. He was genuinely attractive -- the kind that you found on the cover of magazines and billboards. Complete with dirty blonde bangs, deep green eyes, and dimples. As dramatic as it sounded, Emory swore he would be the death of her.

Kendall stole glances at her as she cleaned up the suddenly messy counter, and pretended not to notice when she glanced back. He hadn't been able to meet a lot of people in Hollywood -- at least, no one outside of the Palm Woods. Gustavo and Kelly had kept him under lock and key in the studio. It had been somewhat justified, of course, considering they were working on an album; but there were times where he missed working at the grocery store in Minnesota. Times where he would've preferred to be playing hockey with his friends, as opposed to learning the same dance moves over and over again.

God, he felt privileged.

"So, skipping out on school, pretty boy?" Emory had said it without even glancing up, but he could hear the smile in her words.

"No, I, uh, have an off-day today," Kendall responded awkwardly. He wasn't sure how to explain that he'd completely forgotten about the essay he had to turn on by three o'clock today. "What about you?"

"My dads let me take the day off," Emory explained. She caught her words immediately and winced, waiting for the backlash or questions she would inevitably receive. Even in California, the LGBT capital of the world, there were somehow always questions.

"Dads, huh? What are their names?"

"Johan and Gerard," She said hesitantly. He would ask about her siblings now, or whether her mom had died, or where she was adopted from. She held her breath.

"That's cool."

'What the fuck?'

"Yeah, they're pretty great," Emory agreed, slightly confused but overall relieved by his reaction. He only gave her a calm look, implying that he was generally unbothered by the topic. She nodded in approval. "So, tell me about yourself, pretty boy."

"What do you wanna know?" Kendall asked, leaning back in his chair. "I'm from Minnesota; I really love hockey and music; and me and my sister Katie were raised by a single mom."

"What do you mean by 'you love music?'" Emory squinted her eyes lightly and sat down in the seat across from him, leaning forward. "Do you, like, play any instruments or are you one of those guys that listens to music and says they love it so they look really cool and pretentious?"

"I'm in a band with my best friends. I think I'm pretty into music," Kendall chuckled. "I play, like, the smallest amount of guitar; but I mostly sing."

"It's not a band of none of you play the instruments," Emory was quick to point out. "I'm in a small band with my foster sister, Evie. I play drums."

"You play drums?" Kendall snickered. "And that's not fair. We're mostly singers."

"Then you're a group, not a band," She shot back. "Yeah, I play drums. Is that hard to believe?"

"You're just so tiny," Kendall laughed. "I couldn't imagine that."

"Ever hears the phrase 'you're lucky you're cute?'" Emory questioned, to sing a sugar packet in his general direction. It hit the side of his flannel jacket, and she sighed internally. He was kind of making her eyes hurt at this point. She mentally went over all the reasons that it would be completely unethical for her to ask for his number, then all of the reasons that she would regret not asking for his number.

Unfortunately, she wasn't given the time to come to a balanced conclusion. Kendall's phone rang and he took it out of his pocket, sending Emory an apologetic look as he did so. The moment he answered it, his mood seemed to falter, and by the end of the call he'd practically slammed his head against the wooden counter.

"Uh, are you okay?" Emory questioned, lightly poking his shoulder as he hung up his phone.

"Nope. My producer is calling me into work today, after he promised me the day off yesterday!" He raised his voice and yelled at his phone, despite the fact that the caller had hung up already. He peeked at Emory from between his fingers. "I probably look really weird right now."

Emory nodded, her nose crinkling as she smiled down at him. "You do."

Kendall sighed and lifted his head, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He looked at Emory. "I should probably..."

"Yeah. I wouldn't want you to get fired or anything. A face like that deserves to have screaming girls chasing after it," Emory said. She regretted her words immediately, questioning whether she'd spoken proper English just then.

If Kendall noticed, he chose not to say anything about it. Instead, he went to stand and took a few paces away from the café. "I'll uh... I'll see you around?"

'Ask for his number. Ask for his number. Ask for his number.'

"Uh, yeah! You should visit again. I'll give you a discount on your coffee next time," Emory responded with a smile.

"Yeah, I will. Uh... thanks, Emmy," Kendall nodded at her, before his phone went off in his pocket again. He groaned and pulled it out, practically yelling into the phone. "I'm coming!"

Once he was out of sight, Emory groaned and laid her head down on the counter, covering her blushing face. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Gerard, who was covered in flour and baking ingredients.

She sighed. "How much of that did you see?"

Gerard rubbed his daughter's back comfortingly. "You'll get better eventually, Emmy."

Emory deadpanned, letting out a sigh. The next time she would see him was on the cover of a magazine, being proclaimed the new teen heartthrob.

If she knew she would get Silas' flirting skills by spending so much time around him, she might've tried to get him kicked out of the house sooner.

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strawberryancake · 9 months

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yjw as your friend in public fubu in private lol (who loves to give you intense pleasure) (you’re his pillow princess atp) ㅋㅋㅋ)

tags: smut, foreplay, f/m, pov, read at your own risk!, no pene (yet) lmao

written in taglish

You are so annoyed. Pikon na pikon ka kay Jungwon. Kulang na lang murahin mo siya sa sobrang inis mo sa kanya.

Annoyed because Jungwon, someone you are in a talking stage or situationship with, ignored the hell out of your shit since yesterday.

Despite every little papansin you did, or bugging him via text or call, not even once did the guy respond. Nagawa ka pa nga nitong irapan kanina bago umuwi pagkatapos ng klase.

And it did not help that you and Jungwon belong in the same friend group—who are all clueless about the shits you do behind their backs, by the way.

Now that they are inviting everyone over because of Heeseung’s birthday bash in his house, you already know what you should do.

Jungwon is famous in your university. First year pa lang, laman na siya ng school paper dahil sa angking talino nito—kaliwa’t kanang patimpalak na ang nasalihan niya, not to mention how he has been serving the entire studentry since his freshman year.

“Ano? Ganyan ka na lang?”

Your friend, Isa, asked you after checking you out. Dahil biglaan din ang pagyaya ng kaibigan nila ay hindi na rin sila nakapaghanda para sa nasabing event. Tanging white flowy dress lang ang suot mo—nothing extravagant, actually, dahil birthday lang naman at mga tropa mo lang din naman ang makakasama mo.

“Bakit? May mali ba?”

You started feeling conscious about yourself. You know, at times, you can be insecure. How you get a glimpse of your lips when you’re not wearing tints, how your hair isn’t flowing in the direction you prefer, or even how you think your stomach can burst at any time.

And of course, Jungwon, who is someone so special to you, would always tell you how beautiful and appealing and hot you are.

S’yempre alam mo na kung ano ‘yung kasunod nu’n.

“Wala naman,” Isa said. “Pero feeling ko mas bagay sa’yo magblack. Meron akong string-ish na strap dress d’yan sa cabinet, baka gusto mo suotin.”

You thought about it. Carefully. Kasi hindi ka naman mahilig sa mga extra revealing clothes, let alone wearing it to a birthday party (which is not yours to begin with).

Pero dahil gabi naman at sinabi rin ni Isa na meron siyang white fur cover up, um-oo ka na lang at sinubukan na ring isukat ang damit.

While trying to wear the dress, your skin suddenly shivers from the cold air brought by your dorm’s air conditioner. Full backless kasi ito at tanging sa string lang kumakapit ang buong damit, kaya isang pagkakamali mo lang na mahigit ito ay paniguradong mahuhubaran ka nang wala sa oras.

Roommates nga rin pala kayo ni Isa kaya siya ang kasabay mong pupunta sa birthday party ni Heeseung mamaya.

“Ang revealing nito masyado,” you uncomfortably said. “I’m not even sure if I can wear this confidently.”

You heard your friend scoff and by then, you can also imagine how he rolled her feline-like eyes.

“Bagay naman sa’yo! Harap ka sa salamin.”

You protested yet again, but to cut the story short, nakumbinsi ka pa rin ng kaibigan mo na ito na lang ang suotin mo para sa gaganaping pagdiriwang.

You gripped your free hand in the fur fabric of your cover up while the free one is carefully holding your white purse. Upon arrival in Heeseung’s house, you can see a few people enjoying themselves by drinking cocktails and dancing to the music and lights.

And for a few moments, you forgot how annoyed you are with Jungwon.

Paano ba naman kasi—nakita mo siya mula sa malayo na nakasuot ng puting polo, which the first two buttons are down, by the way, paired with a black slacks. His fit is very basic but it did send your stomach some tickles.

You immediately avoided his gaze when he looked at you.

Might as well enjoy the party, you said in your mind.

Honestly, time flew so fast for you and Jungwon. Hindi mo napansin na mag-iisang taon na pala kayong nasa set-up na ‘to—nagawa niyo na lahat ng ginagawa ng mga normal na magjowa—name it: nagsex na kayo sa kotse niya, you already know how to turn him on when you’re riding his motorbike, pati ‘yung mga parte ng katawan niyang alam mong nagpapabaliw sa kanya tuwing hinahawakan mo—alam na alam mo. Pero wala pa rin kayong label.

Mostly intimate and physical ang involvement niyo. For you.

Many times he asked you about it, but you avoided his questions still. Feeling mo kasi hindi ka pa ready magcommit.

Which boils down to this—napipikon ka kasi pakiramdam mo unti-unti na napapagod at nagsasawa si Jungwon sa set-up niyo.

Totoo naman.

Suddenly your lack of confidence starts kicking in.

Upon meeting your friend group, Heeseung decided to invite you over inside his house for a more quiet and chill place. Medyo dumarami na rin ang mga dumadalo sa bahay niya, at bilang hindi kayo ‘yung tropahan na mahilig sa bars o clubs, it’s best to keep you all in one place. At least makakapagkwentuhan at makakainom kayo nang matiwasay.

But your best friend, Isa, wants to go outside and have fun.

“Labas tayo, ‘teh,” she whispered after tugging your side.

Bahagya ka namang napatingin sa labas at kitang-kita kung paano nagsasaya ang mga tao—you see how their bodies rhythmically dance, how they sway their hips and feel the music outside, and it made you curious, honestly.

You then switched your gaze towards your friends, and out of the five people you looked at, only one of them exchanged your glare.

It’s Jungwon.

Mabilis mo na lang iniwasan ang tingin nito saka nagdesisyong sumunod sa kaibigang nakatayo na.

“Saan kayo?”

You heard Jay asked. Agad namang hinawakan ni Isa ang kamay mo saka sumagot.

“Lalabas lang,” she said. “Titingin ng iinumin. Ayaw ko niyang whiskey niyo, sakit sa ulo ‘yan bukas eh.”

Jay nods and continues talking to your other friends.

“Tara na!”

You still feel uncomfortable with the dress you’re wearing. Buti na lang talaga may cover up si Isa na bumagay naman sa suot mo, kaya hindi mo na lang din inantala ang lamig ng simoy ng hangin na humahampas sa likod mo.

You’re here to enjoy, ‘di ba?

“Du’n tayo! Dali!”

“Baka makita pa tayo ng mga nasa loob, alam mo namang sobrang protective ng mga ‘yun sa atin.”

It’s true. Kaya rin siguro hindi nila kayo dinadala sa mga bars o clubs ay dahil alam nilang mababastos lang kayo ng mga lalaking pumunta sa lugar na ‘yun para maghanap ng mauuto.

“Sure ka ba rito?”

“Baka mamaya magalit sa atin ‘yung mga ‘yun,” you worriedly said.

“May balak ka ba lumandi?”

You weren’t able to answer Isa because you suddenly heard someone from your back talk.

“Hi!”

And the moment you turn around to see who owns the voice who just greeted you, agad ka namang natulala.

It’s Sunoo.

Crush mo nu’ng first year. The same man you used to send cute love letters and funny quotes every day.

Bahagya ka namang nahiya nang maalala mo ang kagagahan mo noon.

“Hi?” You hesitantly said.

Nang pagmasdan mo ang mukha ng binata, hindi mo talaga maiwasang mamangha. Sobrang gwapo kasi nito. His facial features, who are very strong, did not give justice to his warm behavior towards you.

First year pa lang, mabait na si Sunoo sa’yo. He would always reach out to you from time to time, ask how you’re doing—kaya ka nga nafall sa kanya noon.

But then again, alam mo namang noon pa lang ay hindi rin talaga kayo p’wede. He had a girlfriend shortly after you guys became close kaya hindi na rin kayo nagkausap pa.

“Kumusta?”

Despite the loud music and crowded space, you still heard Sunoo.

“Okay naman,” you politely said, holding the glass of wine the server gave you. “Ikaw? Kumusta? Tagal mong nawala ah.”

Sunoo chuckles.

Gwapo pa rin.

“Okay naman,” he replied. “Hahaha! Oo nga, sorry, ah?”

“Hindi na kita masyado nakausap mula noong nagka-girlfriend ako.”

You immediately waved your hand ‘no’ and dismissed his thought.

“Ano ka ba!” You countered. “Okay lang ‘yun, it’s a canon event,” biro mo pa na ikinatawa niyo na lang na dalawa.

The night went on. Kung kanina, crowded na ang lugar, ngayon ay mas lalong dumami ang tao at mas sumikip ang kinatatayuan mo.

You can’t seem to find Isa anymore, and you know your friend just started looking for someone to spend the rest of the night with. Gets mo naman.

“Ikaw lang ba nandito?”

Sunoo asked. Kanina pa kayo magkausap at nagkukuwentuhan. Nakalimutan mo na rin ang lahat ng nangyari dahil patuloy lang kayo sa pag-uusap habang umiinom ng alak.

Aaminin mo na: namiss mo rin maging kaibigan si Sunoo. At some point, alam mo namang nagkaroon kayo ng mutual feelings. Pero dahil nga umiba ang ihip ng hangin ay tinangay na rin nu’n ang nararamdaman mo para sa kanya.

All you can see is your once-friend Sunoo na masungit sa iba pero mabait sa’yo na sinusubukang maging malapit muli.

And as the crowd goes wilder, hindi mo na rin mapigilang mapasayaw sa inuupuan mo dahil sa saya ng paligid.

“Gusto mo sumayaw? Du’n tayo sa mga tao,” aya ni Sunoo sa’yo na agad mo namang pinaunlakan.

He then asked for your hand—at dahil s’yempre, gusto mo ring maranasan for once ang pumarty, um-oo ka na.

Minsan lang naman.

As you walk your path towards the crowd, suddenly, you feel like someone is staring at you. Nang ilibot mo ang paningin mo sa buong paligid—it’s a bit surprising that you stopped your tracks when you saw how Jungwon piercely looked at you from the distance.

He is slowly chugging the glass full of whiskey. Kitang-kita rin ang pagbaba ng adam’s apple nito habang nilalagok ang alak.

But then, you paid no attention. Hindi mo muna siya iintindihin ngayon.

Pikon na pikon ka nga.

“Are you okay?”

Bahagya ka namang kinilabutan nang mangilabot dahil sa lapit ng boses ni Sunoo sa tenga mo. No joke, pati likod mo biglang nangilabot.

Ang gwapo kasi talaga ng speaking voice ni Sunoo. Lalo na ‘pag seryosong seryoso siya.

“Do you want to go back instead? P’wede namang sa counter na lang tayo ulit, if you’re uncomfortable.”

Agad ka namang napakapit sa malapad nitong braso nang maramdaman mo ang sipa ng alak sa utak mo.

Of course, Sunoo, who has the fastest reflex you know, immediately caught you.

You can feel how warm his palms are against your waist. To which you shivered, by the way. Ang lala lang.

What’s with tonight? Lagi na lang akong kinikilabutan. Ganito na ba kalamig ang panahon? You unconsciously said in your mind.

“Sure ka ba? Ayos ka lang?”

You nodded and removed your grip all over his shoulder.

As the sound gets louder and louder, you start swaying and dancing.

Hindi alintana ang biglaang init ng paligid. Malaya ka namang nakakasayaw dahil nararamdaman mo ring inaalalayan at nakaagapay si Sunoo sa mga gilid mo.

Alcohol started kicking in; dahil madalas ka na naa-out of balance, hindi mo na rin namamalayang nagiging malapit na kayo ni Sunoo sa isa’t isa.

You began hooking your arms in his nape—carefully putting your hands against it, still dancing over the rhythmic sounds all over the place.

Naramdaman mo namang unti-unti ring hinahapit ni Sunoo ang braso niya sa bewang mo—and not gonna lie, you are liking it.

Still your eyes closed, you swayed and swayed while Sunoo’s palms are now guiding you. Hindi naman nakaligtas ang malumanay nitong titig sayo habang sumasayaw ka.

“Hey,” you can smell his minty breath. Agad ka namang napadilat at halos mamilog ang mata mo sa sobrang lapit niya sa’yo. As in isang galaw niyo lang—tiyak, magtatama ang mga labi niyo sa isa’t isa.

“Are you okay with this?”

You smiled.

“Oo naman,” sabi mo. “Why not?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Rumor has it that you’re in a relationship already.”

Am I?

Hindi naman.

“Yeah.”

“May boyfriend na ‘yan.”

Kung ang iba matagal bago mawala ang tama ng alak—ikaw, isang salita at isang dinig mo lang sa boses ng isang tao, alam mo na kalalagyan mo.

Kailan ba hindi?

“Uwi na tayo. Hahatid na kita sa boyfriend mo.”

“Ako papagalitan nu’n.”

Pakiramdam mo biglang nawala lahat ng alak na ininom mo mula kanina. Narinig mo lang naman ‘yung boses niya, pero bakit parang pakiramdam mo, dinidisplina ka na agad?

“Wala akong boyfriend.”

“I can kiss Sunoo in front of you. Wala akong boyfriend.”

You heard the other scoff.

But you know you’re a brat—and he is definitely your tamer. Kaya bahala na.

You suddenly hooked your arms against Sunoo’s nape. Not minding everyone else aside Sunoo, you then closed your eyes for a bit and you felt a plump lips slowly reaching yours.

Napako ka naman sa tinatayuan mo nang maramdaman mong hinawakan ni Sunoo ang mukha mo papalapit sa kanya. He then started moving his lips upon capturing yours—you can taste the cocktail he has consumed since then.

Bahagya namang nanlamig ang katawan mo nang may nagsalita ulit sa harapan niyo.

“Let’s go home.”

“It’s getting late.”

You weren’t able to bid good bye to Sunoo after that. Hindi mo na rin namalayang padabog kang pinasok niyo sa loob ng kotse niya.

Still your eyes closed, mas lalo ka lang nagalit nang magsalita ito.

“Is that how you make me go crazy?”

“Pinagsasabi mo? Hindi mo ba nakikitang nagsasaya ako kanina pa? Epal mo eh.”

Jungwon.

Gago ka talaga.

You just heard him scoff and drove the engine away from the place.

“Ayokong pumunta sa condo mo. Uuwi ako sa dorm namin,” you uttered after realizing he’s heading the way to his condo.

But Jungwon did not even flinch nor mind you.

“Ayoko sa condo mo, Jungwon.”

“Jungwon.”

He sarcastically said. He even had the guts to dryly chuckle, na mas lalo pang nakainis sa’yo.

“Ihatid mo ako sa dorm ko. Ayoko sa condo mo,” you repeated once more.

Mas lalo kang napipikon dahil hindi manlang bakas sa mukha ng lalaki na galit o anuman ito. He is showing nothing.

“Ano ba?!”

“Ayoko nga sa condo mo! Iuwi mo ako, Jungwon! Ano bang problema mo?!”

Muntik ka na masubsob sa dashboard ng kotse niya nang bigla itong pumreno at pumarada sa gilid ng kalsada.

“I can ask you the same thing. Ano bang problema mo?”

“Para kang pokpok kay Sunoo kanina eh,” aniya.

Bahagya ka namang nakaramdam ng kirot dahil sa sinabi nito. Your eyes started to sting but then again, you still tried to remain strong.

“Oo. Hindi pa ba halata? Gustong-gusto ko siyang makalandian kanina. Kita mo naman siguro.”

Jungwon did not answer, but despite the lights turned off, you can see how his grip against the steering wheel tightens.

And then Jungwon scoffed and dryly chuckled. Once more.

“Do you think you’re being funny?”

“Kulang na lang maghubad ka sa harapan nu’ng tao para lang halikan ka niya. Para kang tanga.”

You know, if it’s a normal day with Jungwon, hindi ka naman maaapektuhan sa mga sinasabi niya. You know too well that his degrading tendencies towards you are just applicable in bed when you’re doing the deed.

But this time around, you felt a hot tear stained your cheek.

“Talaga,” you mindlessly said. “Okay.”

“Uwi mo na lang ako sa dorm ko, Jungwon. Let’s call it a night.”

Thankfully, Jungwon listened. Hindi na rin siya nagsalita pa pagkatapos ng biglaan niyong sagutan.

A few minutes later, you just found yourself opening his car door and heading towards the lobby of your dorm building.

Jungwon immediately went out and chased you. Hindi ka naman na nagulat dahil dito.

“Okay—I was jealous.”

“I did not like how you guys interacted earlier. I did not like how he wrapped his hands all over your waist—tangina, ako lang gumagawa sa’yo nu’n. Ako lang ‘yung may karapatang hawakan ka nang ganu’n.”

“I’m sorry for acting like a jerk.”

“And I’m sorry for calling you names.”

Eh sino ka ba naman para tanggihan ang isang Jungwon?

You just found yourself gasping for air moments after you closed the door of your room.

“You already know what to do, Won.”

Something shifted in Jungwon’s eyes, though there’s a hint of worry, he continued kissing you and exploring his hands all over your back.

Jungwon lightly nibbles your lower lip, causing you to whimper in pleasure.

Naramdaman mo rin kung paano unti-unting bumukol ang slacks niya sa pagitan ng hita mo, at dahil dito, inabot ng isang kamay mo ang bahaging ito ni Jungwon.

“Hey..”

“Mamaya na ‘yan,” Jungwon whispered while kissing you.

He then traveled his lips to your exposed neck. Pakiramdam mo nga’y naririnig ng kapitbahay kung gaano katunog ang halik na iginagawad ni Jungwon sa leeg mo.

You unconsciously massaged and pulled his hair, causing him to moan between your steamy kisses.

Diniin mo rin ang labi niya sa leeg mo. Jungwon almost sucked your neck but you immediately told him not to leave marks.

And you can’t deny how he prioritizes your preference in bed and sex in general.

As Jungwon continuously kissed your other neck, his hands changed its direction. Kung kanina ay nasa mukha mo ito, now, his calloused yet delicate hands are travelling down to your exposed back.

Now kissing you, he brushes his hands against your back, na agad mo ring hinayaan ang lalaking tanggalin ang fur na cover up mo.

You’re literally wearing just a piece of cloth in front of him.

Okay lang ‘yan. Nakita na niya lahat sa’yo, ‘di ba?

Jungwon suddenly broke the kiss—na hinabol mo pa, s’yempre—and started checking you out. From your head to toe.

But it made you unconscious how his gaze stayed to your bust a minute.

“You see,” he said. “I’m glad that you have a cover up, babe.”

“Kasi kung wala ‘yan, baka lahat ng mga tao kanina, nakita na ‘yung boobs mo.”

Jungwon then motioned his right hand towards your sideboob, na ikinagulat mo naman.

“Jungwon!”

“You looked so hot, do you know that?”

“Are you even wearing a bra?”

You did not answer. Instead, you guided his hand towards the end string of the dress and smiled.

“I think that’s for you to find out, Won.”

“Fuck.”

“I can’t believe I get to see you this hot. Tangina, ang sarap mo titigan. Tapos mamanyakin lang kita sa utak ko.”

As soon as Jungwon pulled the string of your dress, he was greeted by your naked body.

Secret lang, ha, pero nagtanggal ka na ng undies mo bago ka pa makaalis sa bar nang magpaalam kang magbabanyo ka. Alam mo rin kasi ang mangyayari ngayong gabi.

Tatakpan mo sana ang katawan mo—specifically your babies, but he stopped you.

“Ride me.”

“Bilis,” aniya. “Buhatin kita.”

Hindi ka naman nag-abala pa at dali-daling tumalon sa kanya. He was able to carry you easily and crash your lips together.

Dahil nga binubuhat ka nito ay ikaw ang mas nasa itaas. You begin cupping his face and kissing him passionately, leaving no room for air.

Jungwon started walking towards your wall, and once you felt the cold concrete against your back, he began pressing himself to your body.

Not to mention, though, that your pussy is generally wide open against his clothed dick. Ramdam na ramdam mo kung paano ito tinutusok ang pagkababae mo—especially the rough fabric of his slacks.

Feeling mo tuloy nawewet ka na agad.

“Ah,” you moaned when he started kneading your breast. Hindi niya na pinalampas ito kahit hinahalikan ka niya.

And honestly, you love how his hand perfectly cups your bust. As if it is entirely made to play with your tits and give pleasure to you.

“Laki,” Jungwon said, interrupting your sloppy kiss.

Hindi mo na rin pinalampas ang pagkakataon—you started grinding yourself against Jungwon, and at this point, parehas na rin kayong umuungol sa pagitan ng inyong mga halik.

After being satisfied with the kiss (or upon realizing that both of your lips are now swollen), Jungwon decided to bury his face in between your breasts.

Dahil dito, napasabunot ka sa buhok niya to support yourself on top.

While feeling the gap between your breasts, though, he gently massages the both of them.

Pagkatapos hawakan, he then started doing a circling motion around your tits.

“Sarap,” you breathly said.

“I know,” sagot nito. “Lusog ba naman.”

You’re a bit embarrassed, yes, pero agad namang napalitan ang hiya mo nang biglang sunggaban ng bibig ni Jungwon ang kaliwang dede mo.

His mouth is sucking your nipple like a baby in need of his milk, and at the same time, his other hand is errotically massaging your breast.

“Fuck,” you hissed. Hindi mo mapigilan magmura dahil sa sarap na ginagawa ni Jungwon sa’yo.

Foreplay pa lang ‘yan, pero parang titiklop ka na.

“Won,” again, with your breathless voice, you called him. “Please.”

“Ikama mo na ako.”

As he slowly tucked you in the bed while kissing your lips, you can feel his dog tag sending cold against your chin. Ngayon mo lang din napansin na wala na palang pang-itaas na suot ang binata.

“Your necklace..”

“Why?”

“Istorbo, babe.”

Jungwon chuckled and removed the jewelry for a bit. After doing so, he started touching your entire body—probably deciding which part he should play first.

Eh kaso talagang adik siya sa dede mo.

Kaya ayun, hindi na naman nagpigil ang bibig at kamay nito—again, he sucked your nipple once more, while his left hand busied itself by kneading and massaging your other one.

Of course, agad ka namang napaliyad at angat ang ulo. Sarap din kasi talaga sa pakiramdam nu’ng bibig ni Jungwon sa dede mo eh.

Stimulated by the eventful sucking of your nipple made by this man, naririnig mo pa rin kung paano nito sambahin ang dede mo.

“Tayong-tayo oh, shit.”

“Kasyang kasya sa bibig ko rin. Tapos lamas na lamas din dede mo sa kamay ko.”

“Bagay talaga sila.”

“I can fucking die while touching and lapping your tits, you know? Sarap eh.”

Of course, sa lahat ng sinabi niyang ‘yun, alam mo sa sarili mong natuturn on ka na talaga.

Eh biglang nagsawa ang lalaki sa dede mo.

Now, you can feel his lips slowly going down there.

Alam mo na.

“Babe..”

He called you. Nang titigan mo ito ay parang pusang inaamo ka.

“Can you spread your legs wider for me, please?”

Ay, putang ina rin talaga ni Jungwon.

S’yempre hindi ka naman na nagpabebe. Si Jungwon na ‘yan.

Kaya walang pasabi mong binuka ang legs mo for him. Pero ang gago, hindi pa rin nakuntento.

He then situated between your legs—and, apparently, starts putting his hand on top of your clit.

“Buka mo pa.”

“Ayan na ‘yun! Wala na!”

Tarantado talaga si Jungwon sa’yo.

Alam niya kasing ito ‘yung pinakapaborito mong ginagawa niya eh.

“Alright, babe,” maloko pa nitong tawa.

And as soon as you felt Jungwon’s lips against your pussy, wala na. Talo ka na.

“Fuck. Please,” nanghihina mo namang sabi.

Again, masunurin si Jungwon. He knows how to make you feel good.

Jungwon started lapping your clit. His fingers are roaming in the area of your pussy, and with that, pakiramdam mo, lalabasan ka na agad.

“You’re so wet.”

Parang may pumutok sa sintido mo. Gago talaga ‘tong Jungwon na ‘to.

He continued sucking your clit, creating a noise you already know. His finger then started entering your hole na mas lalong nagpabuka ng legs mo.

“Oh—puta.”

“Babe, don’t curse,” despite him eating you out, naintindihan mo pa rin. Pero mas lalo kang naulol kasi nagvibrate ‘yung pagsalita niya sa puke mo.

Eh ‘di mas lalo kang nabasa.

Jungwon then took out his tongue to tease your clit more. You can sense him looking at you from down there, and you just reach for his head para idiin ito lalo sa puke mo.

His now two fingers started making you feel sensitive. Bagan hindi mabilis ang paglabas-masok nito sa’yo ay pakiramdam mo, mas dapat pa nitong bilisan pa ang ginagawa niya.

“Babe.. bilisan mo, babe..”

Sobrang laswa ng tunog ng bibig ni Jungwon habang kinakain ka. Parang nababaliw ka lalo kasi sobrang ingay mo rin talaga tuwing kinakain ka niya.

After letting Jungwon insert his fingers faster while eating your pussy, you can sense a knot inside you. Agad mo naman siyang pinatigil—pero dahil ito rin talaga ang isa sa pinakagusto niyang gawin sa’yo, he just continued sucking your pussy while inserting his two fingers.

“Won.. Won—”

“Ah—please, lapit na ako..”

Alam na alam ni Jungwon kung paano ka kunin. He knows how to make you go crazy. Alam niya kung paano ka lalabasan just by his tongue, mouth, and fingers.

He inserted another finger inside you, making it three, while sloppily sucking and lapping and kissing your clit. Hindi mo na alam kung saan ibabaling ang mukha mo dahil habang ginagawa niya sa’yo ito, mas lalong ibinubuka ni Jungwon ang puke mo.

Sabi niya kasi, mas naaabot niya ‘yung g-spot mo ‘pag bukang-buka ka.

“Oh! Shit—”

“Won.. Fuck, please..”

And in one last blow, you feel your juices coming out. You hastily motioned Jungwon to let go of you, but he’s a bit stubborn. Hindi niya inalis ang mukha niya sa puke mo at buong-pusong nilunok ang lahat ng nilabas mo.

Nakakahiya!

Pero dahil si Jungwon siya, hinayaan mo na lang. Alam mo naman kung gaano ka rin nito kagustong pasayahin sa kama.

After finally releasing your high, Jungwon gently left a peck to your pussy and looked at you.

“Sarap mo talaga.”

“I will never get tired of eating you, you know?”

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen jungwon #enhypen smut imagines #enhypen scenarios

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night-triumphantt · 7 months

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I was tagged by @sysba beloved to do this uquiz, for the blorbos and I decided that paying attention in class is overrated anyways so here I am lolll idk who to tag so I’m sorry, I am gonna tag @cashweasel beloved tho for blorbo reasons

Love that Lasts: Kiara, Cal, Nikki

love unconditional, love unfailing. you love no matter what happens because you believe in the best - of you, and them. it will hurt and it will fail you, but this love tastes so sweet - you can never believe that it bitters sometimes. the way you choose to love unconditionally is incredible.

Love that Protects: Suraya, Ashe

you love so fiercely, with every fibre of your being. maybe you were wounded by love in the past; such that you choose to love and love and love so wonderfully that the next person who comes into your life never doubts that they are loved by you.

Love that Strengthens: Daemon, Layla

you make sure that people know that they are loved, and you give them strength when they need it the most. this is an ability that is rare; the love that you hold speaks wonders of yourself. i hope you're doing alright. isn't it exhausting always being the bigger person?

Love that heals: Silas

your love is healing. it burns you with every bit of your soul, but you choose to heal, nevertheless. you are so, so so strong and i hope you know that. i send you peace. i send you calm. i hope things will become better for you in time, just as you have made others better in time as well.

#love how the blorbo all share things w eachother #I will say tho rieka and Ashes are interesting together like #Ashe is an entire clown my brother in Christ you are the reason they died 💀#also I was telling Ross Nikki is a CLOWN and I love him #he’s v in love w sev still #not that y would know that from his behavior #Cal and Kiara are unsurprising those bitches just love unconditionally and unselfishly and I love them sm #surayas is absolutely love that protects #Silas Layla and daemon make me so soft actually #Silas’ is a lil heartbreaking too #oc: Kiara #oc: cal #oc: Nikki #oc: suraya #oc: Ashe #oc: daemon #oc: Layla #oc: Silas

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haravath0t · 3 years

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A Christmas Wish - Prologue

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Filipino!Reader

A/N: First off, thank you so so much anon for requesting this! I’m sorry that I didn’t get to this sooner! This oneshot will be multiple parts as well, as there’s so much to the Filipino culture that I’d love to take time to uncover, and I just think one part will not suffice. My culture is something I hold deep in my heart being a Filipino American, so I hope that you all feel the same love and joy I feel when surrounding myself into this wonderful culture. Anon, I hope this brings you joy and that this request fulfills your wishes! Happy reading, lovelies!

Request: hi! i know it’s a bit late but can I please request a filipino! reader spending the holidays in the philippines with steve rogers? thank you! I hope you decide to do this!

“Thank you for flying Philippine Airlines, the heart of the Filipino,” the flight attendant says into the intercom, finishing her speech before she takes her seat. You squealed and fastened your seatbelt as well as adjusting your business class seat, thanks to your wonderful boyfriend. You looked over at him with pure excitement.

“You know, when you said you had a big gift for me for the holidays, I didn’t think it would be a planned trip to the Philippines!” you exclaimed with a giggle, making Steve smile and peck your lips before holding your hand. I knew my best girl misses her family back at home. The team helped me arrange this for us. I’m glad you’re excited.” You smile even more. “It’s perfect Steve. Thank you. Hayyyy, if only my parents and brother can be able to experience this with us. They’d love to see the relatives as much as I do.” However, your wishful thinking came to a halt as the plane’s tires met the ground, indicating that your flight landed safely. You giggled and clapped along with the small kids, lolos (grandpas), and lolas (grandmas) when the plane started to slow down and park itself, leaving Steve confused as he slowly followed suit.

After you went through customs and obtained all the luggage for your month-long stay, it didn’t take long for Steve to notice that this was so so much different from Brooklyn, or the United States in general. The humidity already caught him off guard despite the various times you’ve warned about the heat. But, there were more important things coming at you very very soon.

The minute you two walked to the sliding doors into the humid weather, you were greeted by a huge crowd of people. “Huy! Andito na s’ya! Dali! Dali, andito na!” (Hey! She’s here! Hurry! Hurry! She’s here!) You heard someone exclaim before the huge crowd made its way towards you. With a wide smile you squeal and hug each of your family, exchanging short conversations before moving to the next family member. “That’s her family” Steve concluded with shock, watching the exchanges in awe quietly, away from the bunch. “NANAY! TATAY! (Mom! Dad!)” You gasp in surprise, the tears you tried so hard to hold in finally were let out, as your parents embrace you tightly, your older brother joining the long awaited reunion.

“Oh, anak. We’ve missed you! Ang ganda mo rin, nako, Daddy, matanda na tayo!” (You’re so beautiful too, goodness, Daddy, we are old now!) You mom says proudly, taking a step back alongside your father as they look at you with pride. “Nako, Mommy wag mo magsabi yun, matagal lang hindi tayo nagkita!” (Goodness, mommy don’t say that, we just haven’t seen each other in a while!) You respond back, wiping your tears away and smiling. “But.. how did you know I was coming?” “Your boyfriend, anak. Hah, kaya nga pala hanggang tenga ang ngiti mo!” (No wonder you’re smiling from ear to ear) Your dad teases as a smirk grows on his face, but your eyes widened as you remembered.

“Steve!” you exclaimed as you made your way to him, holding his hand and quickly pulling him towards where your parents and kuya is, a nervous smile now on your face. “Ma, Pa, Kuya, ito si Steve. Boyfriend ko po.” (This is Steve. My boyfriend.) You say a bit nervously, clutching onto his hand. Steve smiled shyly, politely extending his hand to shake your brother’s hand. Right after, he gently took your mom’s hand and brought it to his forehead, doing the same with your dad’s, leaving your family pleasantly surprised. “I am Steve. Steve Rogers. It’s nice to meet you in the flesh. Ummm… thank you for being able to come. I’m sorry if it was last minute.” Steve says shyly and nervously as he holds your hand again, not sure whether his hands were sweating from the humidity or the nervousness. Your mom couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, anak. You even taught him how to bless! Hello, Steve. Thank you for letting us tag along with you two. We got a little lonely in LA when our daughter flew out to New York,” she teases with a laugh. “I see you were so kind to shoot us a call to come here. What kind of guy like you is doing with my daughter?” Your dad butts in, eyebrows raised as he inspects Steve up and down.

“I just wanna give Y/N the love she deserves, sir,” Steve responds, earning a big smile from your dad before he pats Steve on the back. “Very good, very good. Then she picked well.” He nods in approval before a thumbs up. “Mommy, Daddy, tara na, alis na tayo. Para pwede na tayo magpahinga,” (Come on, let’s leave. So we can relax.) You say, motioning to your bags. “Hoy! Kami na, bebe, huwag ka magalala! Pasok lang kayo sa van!” (We can do it, bebe, don’t worry! You guys just go in the van!) One of your Titas exclaimed, helping you all load your stuff in the trunk. You laughed as you saw your cousins and Titas take a peek at your boyfriend. “Ang tangkad n’ya!” (he’s so tall!) “Gwapo n’ya!” (he’s handsome) “Bagay sila dalawa!” (They both are fit for each other!) Your Titas “whisper” to each other as they made their ways to either the van or the jeepney. You giggled as you buckled yourself up next to Steve, your parents and kuya joining you two as well, sighing when the AC meets your sweaty face. “To get to Lucena City, it’ll take about 4 hours. So we can just sit tight.” You say excitedly as Steve wraps an arm around you. “Good to know. Maybe you can catch me up on some of your culture while we get there.” Steve chuckles, earning a laugh from your parents. “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll help you with that.” Your mom giggles, the van now starting to make its way out of Ninoy Aquino International Airport.

Steve never experienced anything like this, but he was quite entertained at the immediate welcome as well as the loud and chaotic, yet jolly atmosphere your family gave off. He was stepping into another world. Your world. Your heritage. Sure, you were from LA then became a New Yorker, but deep down, you were Filipino, and Steve was excited to see the part of you that held the most valuable spot in your heart throughout this month.

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 4 years

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Promises Kept

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Former Damon Salvatore x Reader, Damon Salvatore x Elena Gilbert

Word Count: 4.6K

Warnings: Compulsion, reliving old memories, saying goodbye one last time.

Author’s Note: Another installment of Angst. But to be fair, this one isn’t as bad as the others have been. This is a sequel to Promises. I hope you guys enjoy this one. Thanks for reading!

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

Promises

Life had changed in so many ways for Damon after he kept his promise to Y/N. Compelling away her memories from her had been one of the hardest things to do. And after he compelled her, they talked a few more hours before she finally walked out the door, leaving him alone.

The days after left several of the others confused and left with more questions than answers. Damon explained as best as he could without revealing their reasons for doing so. “I made a promise to Y/N and last night I kept it. She’s gone, so leave it at that.” He’d tell the others anytime they asked throughout the next day.

Y/N was like a growing part of the family to the group. While Stefan had his humanity turned off, even he questioned why Y/N had wanted to be set free like that. Damon never responded for the most part. The guilt he felt over the next few months had proved Y/N had been right.

And as she continued to be right as the months turned into years, all Damon wanted to do was call her and apologize. But it was never that simple to do. It wasn’t like Damon could call her up and tell her what he needed to. He compelled years of her memories away, just like she asked, and she wouldn’t have any idea who he was or why he was apologizing for. He knew the only way to do that was to go and see her in person, remove the compulsion for a few hours, so she’d hear the words he’d have to say.

Unfortunately, he never could bring himself to. Not after he’d finally gotten together with Elena. There was always something that made the idea of the trip out to Y/N be placed on the back burner. And even though Y/N wasn’t waiting for him, he felt a bit more guilt seep into him each time.

His world had changed, that was evident. From finally getting Klaus to leave town, Silas, and even dying and dealing with Kai, his life was a whole ‘nother world away from the life he used to have with Y/N. Especially now, as he ran his fingers over the lid of Elena’s casket.

“You should go see her.” Elena said moments before she wanted to say goodbye to Damon.

“Who?” He asked with furrowed brows. His mind only focused on the woman in front of him.

“Y/N.” Elena said, giving him a small smile. “I know you Damon. There’s this guilt that you feel for what happened between you two. It wouldn’t hurt to go and see her. Spend some time with her while I’m gone.”

His memory rang with Elena’s voice. That had been weeks ago and he still couldn’t bring himself to leave. But with how everyone was beginning to leave Mystic Falls, he knew it was probably time for him to do what he needed to. With one last touch of the casket, he was gone.

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Getting to Y/N’s hometown was easy. It was just a matter of finding where she had gone to during their time apart that would have been the harder part. But after simply asking a random stranger in town, he learned that Y/N now owned the bar she used to work at when they had first met.

Damon stood in front of the bar and all he could see were the memories of when he had first walked into this place. The glimpse of memories that left a lasting impression on his mind. The night he met Y/N had been one of the best nights in his existence. But now, it had been just a distant memory.

The sign that hung over the bar had changed. There wasn’t the obnoxious blinking sign that he had first seen. This time it had been replaced by Y/N’s nickname as it illuminated the front steps towards the bar.

The dark green paint that once covered the building had been replaced with a brown. One that Y/N had once said she would paint this place if the boss had ever let her take over. And by the looks of things, she had done just that. It made him wonder what had changed about her even more, causing him to take a step inside.

Damon walked into the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd as he made his way towards the bar. While he was making his way back to Mystic Falls, he figured a stop for a few drinks and a bite to eat wouldn’t have hurt. A little snatch, eat and erase wouldn’t hurt anyone tonight.

His eyes landed on the bartender as she laughed away with a group of people sitting at the bar. From what he could pick up on, they were friends of hers, asking her to leave work and head to a party with them. But she refused.

As he sat down, he hadn’t missed the way her eyes moved over towards him before looking back to her friends. But when she looked over at him, it lasted longer than a few moments. Telling her friends she’d catch up with them after her shift, she made her way over to him.

“What can I get you?” She asked with a smile pulling at her lips as she looked at him.

Damon’s eyes took in the emptiness as he stepped into the bar. It was the complete opposite of what he remembered it to be. Then again, it was earlier in the day, and he hadn’t expected the place to be open. But when the door gave way, he walked in.

“Oh, I thought I locked that.” Y/N’s voice reached his ears, causing him to turn his attention towards the staff entrance for the kitchen as she walked out. “We don’t open for a few more hours.”

Time had been good to Y/N. Even though she was older compared to the last time he saw her, she still looked amazing. The small part of him that still loved her was kicking himself in the ass for letting her walk out the door. But the other part of him that loved Elena told him this was the closure he needed.

“I apologize.” He said with a small smile. “I was told this place had the best Y/N burger in the world.” He watched as her eyes lit up at that. “I couldn’t wait until later.”

“I don’t know. What is good on the menu?” Damon asked and it caused Y/N to chuckle.

“Drink wise, we’ve got a hell of a stash. Boss man likes to keep us stocked with the finest. My favorite is the top shelf bourbon.” She said with a nod.

A smirk pulled at Damon’s lips at the mention of her enjoying bourbon. “I will definitely take a glass of that.” He said with a nod. “And what about the food?”

“Rumor has it the bartender makes the best burger in the world.” Y/N said with a grin pulling at her lips.

“What is this burger called?” Damon asked curiously.

“Y/N’s burger.” She said with a confident smile.

It was then that Damon took notice of her name tag on her shirt, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I take it when anyone asks for this burger of yours, you go into the kitchen and whip it up yourself.”

“If it didn’t, it wouldn’t be my burger.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Alright I’ll take it.” He said with a nod. “If it’s not the best burger I’ve had, that bourbon tab I’m about to open is on you.”

Y/N shook her head and chuckled. “And what happens if it is the best burger you’ve tasted?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you can cut me off and take my money.” He joked, causing her to laugh once more.

“Alright, stranger. Be pared to have your taste buds blown away.” She said before heading towards the staff entrance.

“I haven’t made those in years.” Y/N noted as she tucked a few stray strands of her hair behind her ear.

Damon hadn’t missed how the lights above them caught on the ring on her finger as she did so. There was a slight sting in his chest as he saw it. While what they had been all in the past now, and he was happily with Elena, it didn’t stop him from wondering what life would have been like if he hadn’t fallen for Elena.

But whatever images that came to mind were replaced quickly with thoughts of him and Elena. And that reminded him of why they were currently in this situation. Y/N couldn’t stand by and watch as he fell for Elena. They created an out for each other and she took it when she needed it.

Not once did he blame her for that decision. But the guilt of it all still ate him away. Elena had been right. Even if she was currently sleeping away with the spell, she had been right. Slowly but surely he was getting the closure he needed.

He watched as she thought for a moment before she gestured for a seat at the bar. “Seeing as you’ve brought up my burger, I can’t turn you away.”

He chuckled and walked over to the bar while she walked around it and placed a napkin on the bar. “You technically could.” He said with a small smirk pulling at his lips.

“A stranger coming into my bar and asking for a burger that I haven’t made in a handful of years,” The familiar smirk Damon had known her to wear pulled at her lips. “It sounds like a challenge to make it again. Anything to drink while I get to cooking?”

“Your best top shelf bourbon you’ve got.” He said with a nod of his head.

Y/N eyed him for a moment. There was a sense of familiarity at this. While her mind couldn’t quite place why this had felt familiar, she went with it. Nothing felt uncomfortable for her, if anything, there was a comfort feeling the moment he walked in. “Isn’t it a little early for hitting the hard stuff?”

He chuckled. “Maybe it is. But something tells me I’m going to need it.”

Her brow raised. “Expecting something horrible to happen later today?”

He sighed softly. “I’m hoping to work up the courage to talk to an old friend of mine.”

“I take it you two haven't spoken to each other in a while if you are heading straight for the liquid courage.” It was an observation and Y/N, with all of her bartender experience, was an open ear for the stranger in front of her.

“Not since she walked out my door a few years ago.” His eyes met hers in that moment. His heart picked up as he thought about removing the compulsion. He knew he shouldn’t do it, but he couldn’t help himself. “This will only be temporary, but you’re going to remember everything I’ve taken away from you.”

Y/N’s face fell as the compulsion took over. Everything she asked Damon to take away from her had come flooding back. From the night he walked into the bar for the first time, their time together as they fell in love. The good and the bad times came back to her. Along with the very reason that she had Damon compel her in the first place.

A gasp left her lips as she took in Damon before her. Her eyes filled with tears as her mind tried to accommodate the world she had been living in and the life that the compulsion had kept hidden from her. But this is what she wanted. This was what she needed. She just never expected Damon to come see her at some point.

“Damon.” She said as her lips trembled slightly.

“Hey, Y/N/N.” He said giving her a smile.

“It’s been years.” She said as she ran her hand along her arm. “I didn’t think-” She stopped herself trying to find the right words. “When I said if you needed some time away to come find me, I didn’t think you really would.”

“I didn’t think I would either.” He admitted. “But Elena said I should come here and see you.” Y/N’s eyebrow raised and it caused Damon to chuckle. “Mystic Falls isn’t the same since you left. There’s been so many things that happened. One of those things being a rather annoying witch from the Gemini coven that put Elena into what we’ve been calling the Sleeping Beauty Curse. Before I stopped visiting her, she mentioned that I should see you.”

“Why?” She asked, curiously.

“Because you were right.” He said with a nod as he kept his eyes on her. “When you left, it wasn’t easy to let you go. Part of me wanted to follow you out the door and go with you. The other part knew you’d hate me if I broke my promise to Elena. So I stayed. She told me that the guilt I felt would probably go away once I talked to you.”

“You two ended up together.” It wasn’t a question, but Damon nodded once more. “How’d Stefan take that?”

“He wasn’t happy about it. Which is understandable, dating the woman he believed to be his epic love was like a kick to a puppy.” He hadn’t missed the way her eyes saddened as she listened.

“I know that feeling.” She huffed as she looked around the bar. “But with the compulsion I was able to start over.”

“I’ve noticed.” Damon said as he gestured to her hand. “Must have been someone waiting for you when you came back.”

She chuckled as she shook her head. “I actually met him on the plane ride home from Mystic Falls. We got married two years ago.” She bit down on her lip as she looked at Damon, watching his facial expressions as she spoke. “I have a son, and I know you get a laugh out of this, but through my compelled mind, I somehow named him after you.”

Damon’s eyebrow rose. “You named him after me?”

She nodded her head. “His name is Damon. I had come across it in a baby name book and there was just something I couldn’t shake about that name. Even being compelled, you had some influence in my life that I have just noticed.” She chuckled to herself.

A smirk pulled at his lips. “Don’t tell your husband that.”

A grin pulled on her face. “I don’t expect to. Cause you said so yourself, this is only temporary.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Unless you don’t want me to take it away again.”

She shook her head quickly. “I stand by my decision to be compelled.”

Her words had actually hurt him. He didn’t think they could, but they had. That part of him deep down inside hoped he’d get his best friend back after tonight. But here she was saying she preferred the life she made while being compelled.

Seeing the look of hurt form on Damon, Y/N sighed. “I would happily keep you from making me forget. But there are some things that I need the compulsion for. One being that I still love you. The compulsion keeps that at bay. And without it, I’d be tempted to walk out this bar with you and be the friend that you need during this time. But that wouldn’t be fair to my husband or even my son. And it wouldn’t be fair to me.”

“I get it.” Damon said with a nod. And he had understood what she was saying. Coming years after like he did wasn’t going to make her want to drop everything to be the friend he needed. A thought crossed his mind and a small smile pulled at his lips. “One day I’ll have what you have. Once Elena wakes, I’ll be able to take the cure and have a human life with her.”

“There’s a cure?” Y/N asked surprised.

“I did mention there was a lot you missed out on, Y/N/N.” He said as his smile turned into a grin. “There is in fact a cure to vampirism and I’m going to take it.”

“That’s a complete 180 from the speech you’ve once made with me.” Y/N was happy for Damon. There was once a time where she thought she’d drop everything to become a vampire for the man she was looking at right in front of her. And now, he was willing to become human for Elena. That was something she believed to be special.

“Things sure have changed.” He noted.

“Yes they have.” She agreed. “Completely different from the last time you were in here for both of us.”

“You did exactly what you wanted to.” He said giving her a smile. “Saw that you painted the place.”

She chuckled. “Boss man was selling and I had a generous donor that managed to infiltrate my bank accounts. Thank you by the way, that was nice of you.”

Damon shrugged. “I figured that if I didn’t come and see you, I could at least feel less guilty by sending something.”

She shook her head slightly. “There is nothing to feel guilty about, Damon. We knew there was a possibility that we wouldn’t work out. And you kept your promise when it came time to it. That’s all I can ask for.”

Damon sat up straighter as he took in her words. “And you’ll be ready to lose it all over again?”

She thought about it for a moment before she nodded her head. “Yeah, because at least now deep down I will know that you’re doing okay out there. And when Elena wakes up, you’ll be able to live your human life with her.” a smile pulled at her lips. “And if I’m old and senile when it happens, still stop by and tell me all about it.”

Damon chuckled. “That’s a promise I can keep.”

“Good.” She said with nod. “Now how about that burger?”

Damon shook his head. “You don’t have to, I was just making conversation to get you to let me stay in here and talk to you.”

Y/N shrugged. “Even so, I can’t turn away a customer when he’s come into my bar.” She turned away from him and went to the wall of liquor behind her. Grabbing the Bourbon from the top shelf, she placed it in front of him with a glass. “It’s on me this time.” She promised as she walked towards the kitchen.

Damon took a bite into the burger and as the mix of ingredients hit his tongue, a satisfied moan left his lips. He had never tasted something this good before, aside from blood. How a human could come up with something like this made him wish for a simple moment that he could try this as a human to see how much different it would to him.

A satisfied smirk pulled at Y/N’s lips as she watched him take several more bites out of the burger. “So does that mean I win the bet?”

Damon rolled his eyes, but nodded, unable to speak for a few moments with the food in his mouth. Once he swallowed it down, he spoke. “Now I need to know what you put in this.”

Y/N shook her head. “That’s my secret recipe. I don’t share with anyone.”

“Maybe I can convince it out of you.” He said with a smirk pulling at his lips.

Y/N leaned in, her own smirk matching his. “I highly doubt that, I’m not easily persuaded.”

His eyebrow raised. “Is that a challenge.”

Y/N shrugged. “You have until last call to convince me. And it’s a Friday night. This place is about to get a whole lot busier.”

“This tastes just like I remember it.” Damon said with bite full in his mouth causing Y/N to chuckle.

“It’s the secret recipe.” She said with a smile. “It does the trick every time.”

“You never did give me that recipe.” He said as he placed the burger down on the plate.

“That’s because you never convinced me. By the time last call came, you’d yet to do so.” Y/N said with a shrug.

“Now I need to know what it was that made it so hard to convince you. I didn’t even use compulsion to get it out of you.” He asked curiously.

The smile on her face fell at his words, before she sighed. “Something told me that wouldn’t be the last time I saw you. Throughout that night, I watched as women came and went by your side and you ignored them time and time again.”

“It was easy to do with you being there.” He shrugged his shoulders. “The last time that happened was with Katherine. You had made me forget all about her that night.” He reached his hand over and placed it on top of Y/N’s. “And I thank you for that.”

A sad smile pulled at her lips. “I enjoyed every minute of it. Even up until that last night. That talk we had as we packed up my bag, I needed it. More than you will ever know.”

Damon hadn’t missed the way her eyes glassed over as tears formed. His hand tightened around hers for a moment before letting it go and moving his hand back to his side. “It was the least I could do.” His eyes wandered over to the clock behind her as he sighed. “You can always back out this time around.”

She shook her head slightly. “As much as I want to, we both know I can’t.”

Damon understood and nodded his head. “Ready?”

Unlike the last time, Y/N wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready for Damon to say goodbye. Some part of her knew this was the last time she was going to see him. This had been for closure. Not just for him, but for her as well. While the memories and the feelings were still fresh in her mind from the removal of the compulsion, she knew this was needed. Saying goodbye this time would be the last time.

“No.” She said as her eyes met his. “But I have to be. And I’ll take it.”

Damon’s eyes met hers, and he took in a deep breath. This time it wasn’t as hard to say goodbye as it was the first time. It hurt him, he would admit that. But he had spent the last several years without her in his life. This visit had given him the closure he needed. He got to see her again and find out how she was doing. That was all he could ask for.

“When I walk out that door,” He said as he begun compelling her. “you’ll forget that it was me that you were talking to. I was just a stranger in the night that needed a bite to eat before getting back on the road.” He stopped for a moment as he thought. “The memories I made you remember, you’ll forget the second I walk out that door. And you’ll continue living the life you have been.”

He pulled his eyes away the moment he felt the faintest tear begin to fill up in his eyes. Y/N blinked a few times as the compulsion took over. A sigh passed her lips knowing it wouldn’t be long before he left.

“One last promise?” She asked.

His eyes came back to her, a surprised expression on his face. “Of course.”

“Stay until last call?” She asked as she bit down on her bottom lip. “One last promise that you’ll keep, and we’ll leave it at that?”

He nodded his head. “You got yourself a promise.” A smile pulling at his lips.

Y/N and Damon had spent the rest of the night talking in between Y/N serving drinks and being the boss that she now was. But it never stopped him from thinking back to that first night, causing a small smirk to pull at his lips.

“No,” Y/N said with a grin on her face as she shook her head. “You never once convinced me.”

“Oh, come on.” He said as he lifted his hand up. “I have given you several reasons why I would be the best candidate for knowing your recipe.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she began cleaning off the bar. The last few guests were enjoying their last drinks, making the bar almost empty. “Saying you’ll never tell a soul, doesn’t count. Nor does saying my recipe would be immortalized because I highly doubt that is possible.”

“Oh it is very possible.” He said wagging his eyebrows. “You just don’t know the kind of life I’ll live.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Just face it, you’re not as convincing as you thought you’d be. You’re just going to have to live without it.” She shrugged.

Damon chuckled and looked around. He noticed that the last few stragglers were getting up to leave. “I should probably head on out now. I’ve got to hit the road in a few hours.”

While Y/N kept a straight face, she was actually saddened by the thought of not seeing him again. “Thanks for stopping by and trying out the burger.”

He gave her a smile. “It was my pleasure.”

He pulled himself out of his seat, getting ready to leave. Y/N put a few cups back on the rack as she watched him. Just as he began walking away, an idea popped into her head.

“Hey, stranger.” She called out to him.

Damon chuckled and turned back to her. “Damon.”

A grin pulled at her lips. “Damon.” She repeated. “Promise you’ll come back for the recipe?”

Damon had been caught off guard by the question. But something inside him knew he’d back. “That’s a promise, Y/N/N.”

As the last customer got ready to leave Damon began collecting his jacket off the back of the chair. Y/N had just got off the phone with her husband telling him she’d be home after closing up with in the next few minutes. Her son fell asleep earlier in the night without any problems. A smile had pulled at Damon’s lips as he overheard the conversation.

“Does he make you happy?” Damon asked.

Y/N nodded her head quickly. “Extremely. He’s great to my son and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. You and me, we are where we’re meant to be.”

That made Damon smile at her. “We are.” He agreed as he nodded. “Take care of yourself.”

“Always will.” She promised as tears built up in her eyes. She watched as he began walking towards the exit. Once his hand reached the door, Damon looked back at her. A sigh left both of their lips as he had. “Bye, Damon.”

“Bye, Y/N.” He said with one last look before walking out.

With in a blink of an eye, Y/N went on with her usual work routine on closing up. Her mind thinking it was just another night at work. Nothing had been out of the ordinary, and she couldn’t wait to get home to her family.

Damon watched from the window and it hadn’t gone unnoticed when the compulsion took over her mind. Sticking his hand in his jacket, he watched her for a few minutes. As he did, his hand felt the paper with in it, causing him to pull it out.

In the dim light, he could easily see Y/N’s writing on the back of a folded to go menu.

Thank you for keeping your promise. Not just now. You even kept your first promise. So the last thing I can do before I forget altogether is fulfill that promise for the both of us. Here’s that recipe for the famous Y/N’s burger.

Below that had been a list of ingredients and instructions. A smile pulled at his lips as he tucked the menu back into his pocket and made his way to his Camaro.

The guilt that Damon had carried before making this trip had no longer existed. And just as Y/N said the night Damon first compelled her, this had been the last page of the chapter of their lives together before starting a new one on their own.

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nowat-shesdaylight · 3 years

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this year has brought many challenges. but with those challenges i hope that you’ve all realized how wonderful, how strong, how resilient you can really be. and i hope that with the new year you’re reminded of just how wonderful, how strong, how resilient you are. this is just a little token of my gratitude for each and every one of you, for inviting me into your fandoms and for allowing me to scream about this princess of sunshine and light and for developing her so much. i can’t thank you guys enough or let you all know how much that means to me. if you don’t see yourself on this list and i’m on your follower list, please don’t be upset; i’m scatterbrained, as i’m sure most everyone is due to the chaos this year has brought to us. && in the same regard, if you have more than one blog and you’re tagged twice, it’s literally because of the same reason. i am not smart. but please never forget how much i appreciate you, adore you, and admire you.

so, without further ado, let’s get this thing started.

𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒. i can’t express how much you guys mean to me, but this is my way of trying to put it into words.

@casanovarogue + others!! / what can i say that hasn’t already been said? writing with you for the past almost decade has been so amazing, and i’m so so glad that you’ve become such a close friend of mine. i’m so so proud to call you my friend!! your talent is remarkable, as is your passion for all of the muses that you write. you bring such life into each and every single one of them and the fact that they’re all so different is absolutely extraordinary. i love you so much dude!! i’m grateful for you!!

@seesgood / oh. oh girl. oh girl. i can’t even put it into words how much i love you. you as a person are absolutely extraordinary, and you’re going to do such amazing, phenomenal things, and i’m so excited to see what the world brings for you. you mean the absolute world to me just as caroline ( and your other muses ) mean to rapunzel, and writing with you is always such a joy i can’t even tell you. i appreciate you to no end, and you just deserve every ounce of good the world has.

@floatmenow / my love!!! the work you put into john is such so breathtaking, you really give him the voice and life that he absolutely deserves. you do him such justice that i’m almost positive you wrote him on the show *eyes*. i can’t even tell you how much you and your friendship means to me, and how much john & rapunzel means to me, too. you’re a breath of fresh air, so extremely loved and talented, and i love you to the moon and to saturn.

@klarsynt / i just can’t even tell you how much i love you, and how much i love emil. you’ve put so much work, and effort, and life into him that he’s become one of my favorite original characters. the lore you’re created is just so thorough and well written and developed that it’s absolutely inspiring and i really look up to you as a writer. and you as a person, you’re just an extreme delight, and i love having you in my life.

@salvatoraes / my almost name twin!! the friendship we’ve created between stefan and rapunzel has always been one of my absolute favorite things in the world, and i love that we’re bringing justice to the ‘best guy and best girl friend’ trope. it’s my favorite thing to write with you, and i just love the amount of love you have for stefan. he deserves you. and i absolutely adore you, and your writing, and i’m so happy to call you a friend.

@valeure / rapzilas is by far one of my favorite dynamics in the entire world. it just takes the unlikely friends trope to a whole other level and you already know that rapunzel would one thousand percent die for silas ( if he’d allow it ). i just love the way that you can take so many distinct and different characters and write them all so wonderfully, and give them their own individual voices. to that i have to say is absolutely admirable, and i absolutely positively love you.

@frcznreign + others!! / i just want you to know how grateful i am for you. for always checking in, for always being such a lovely person to talk to. and for being such a wonderful person to write with. your muses are brought to life because of the way you write them and i can’t tell you enough how much i just love to read what you write, and i love all the dynamics we’ve already made and i can’t wait to write them more!! i adore you, to the moon and back and back to the moon, both as a person and as a writer. i’m so, so happy to be able to call you a friend.

@brokenspy / i can’t even tell you how excited i was to see that you were back. i’ve missed your depth, and your love of sarah, and just the way that you write in general. you’re a delight, an extreme source of light, and just as i’m grateful to have you in my life, rapunzel is equally as grateful to have sarah in hers. the friendship we’ve made between them is so strong and i love that, and i absolutely love how different they are. writing with you brings me such happiness i can’t even begin to tell you.

@isdeathlystill + others!! / i can’t even express how much i admire you. you have an abundance of muses, not just on this blog but on others, and they’re all so different. yet when you write them, you give them their own voice. you tell their stories in such a way that does them justice, and i’m always in such awe of the way you write, of the muses you write, and how you bring them to life. and you, as a person, are one of my favorite people in the entire world, and i adore you to absolute bits and pieces.

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄. i absolutely adore you all!! writing with you, no matter the frequency, brings me such joy.

@motherlcss / @briillicnt / @leroiloup / @elenaloveablekotsala / @survivingpierce / @spymade / @spynerd / @shotxchaser / @fuckingvictus / @valkirie / @tobeblamed / @headsaves / @anditsxsorrows / @childrenofslumber / @fidelissimi / @wvinterisms / @kolhearted / @stonedgilbert / @nosestealer / @ofblackskies / @ofdamages / @theoriginalbadass / @alma-en-pena / @wiickedmagic / @frxncaise / @fatherly / @halliwellauto / @securcity / @litttlebeast / @maelindas / @olympicfated / @skytcrn / @refinedtragedy / @natshana / @reivcn /

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. i highkey want you guys to know how much i love you guys, and would absolutely love to write with you in the future.

@thewhippedsalvatxre / @blueletterss / @badasshybridqueen / @cauterisen / @createherself / @detectivexperalta / @enduringlystoic / @eldrblood / @glorywaited / @herheroics / @foilklore / @ladamedemartel / @meternal / @mercyburned / @nosestealer / @ofimaginarybeings / @ressurrectionheired / @takenpeace / @valorshwn / @waterfrd / @soulstcne / @unsnare / @de-stellae / @deificio / @crimestopped /

𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐏𝐊𝐑𝐔. ya’ll already know.

@skysplita / @sichpleiga / @redemptioninterlude / @pyrrhicmessiah / @portectorisms / @trustedsecond / @ermitana / @headstrongblake / @damnfoxed / @damnstory / @gonpleiga / @astralsparks / @shcftingpieces / @tormentbled / @damnbrain / @hisagony / @raveniisms /

#( bias list. )#[ i had this in my queue but i honestly really just couldn't wait to post this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

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Honor and blood (Ivar the Boneless)

Meeting the family

Synopsis: Vanya meets the boat builder Floki and his wife Helga and comes to terms with her own faith.

Warning: Angst, forced marriage, toxic family, mentions of blood, Ivar, fluff (because why not), mentions of setting people on fire

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@shannygoatgruff @youbloodymadgenius @xbellaxcarolinax @heavenly1927 @lol-haha-joke

She chose a red dress and then changed into a green one; finally, she let Margrethe chose for her. The blonde thrall chose a pretty pink dress that made her look innocent.

She also changed her hairstyle at least twice before Margrethe told her she wouldn't change it anymore. Servant or not, the girl was fed up with Vanya's nervousness.

It's kind of funny how Vanya is more nervous about meeting Floki and Helga then she was when she met Aslaug. But a man like the boat builder is more intimidating than the Queen of Kattegat.

Ivar kept telling her that the older Viking wouldn't do anything more than mock her at worst. But yet she was still nervous on her way to them. She imagined a tall man with many muscles with a glare made of hellfire.

That's not what she got. The lean man giggling by a tree was far from a spawn of Satan. Vanya had a feeling all the rumors of Viking must be false. They were human; some were even kind, far from demons from hell who didn't bleed when you struck them with a sword.

"Why did you drag yourself here, cripple?" The strange man called out in a mocking tone. Vanya froze in her place behind Ivar. She hated the way he spoke to him.

She opened her mouth to tell him off, but Ivar spoke up instead. "To see your insane old ass. I want you to meet Vanya." Well, that went better than she expected.

"Hello." The kind voice that spoke behind her startled her. The blonde woman looked so happy to see her, Vanya couldn't help but smile back.

"Don't bother, Helga. The Christian doesn't understand." Vanya frowned at his words with Helga mirroring her. The kind female opened her mouth to scold her husband only for Vanya to intervene.

"It is very nice to meet you, Helga. You too, Floki. Ivar told me a lot about you." Helga and Ivar looked at her with pride. Meanwhile, Floki narrowed his eyes at her as if he was looking into her soul. Funny considering he didn't believe they existed.

Afterward, he giggled before walking over to Ivar and patting him on the head like a dog. The Prince swatted his hand away and hit him in the knee, causing the other man to jump away laughing. "He talked about you too. I did not expect you to talk at all from what he told me."

Vanya looked down at Ivar and raised a curious eyebrow at him. She wondered what he told the man he saw as a father figure, especially if Floki saw her as a mute.

"Sit. Let's talk." Helga ushered them around a put out fire with logs around it. Vanya sat down next to Ivar, who heaved himself onto the wood effortlessly. She admired his grace and strength. And his muscles. Especially his muscles.

She liked Helga already, Floki was a whole different story. He didn't mock her as much as she expected, but he obviously hated her faith. At least they had something in common.

"Ivar says you won't be a Christian after tomorrow. How do you feel about that?" The accusation behind that sentence was so evident it hurt. Yet Vanya didn't dwell on it. Her husband to be mentioned that Floki always hated Christians. Especially the one who befriended Ivar's father, Ragnar. The story of how he killed the monk wasn't exactly a vote of confidence to her.

She blinked once before she looked up to the sky to escape his mean gaze. "Well, I don't know. I like the gods Ivar speaks of. They seem better than mine. But he is my family's God. Even if he isn't that helpful."

"Helpful?" Great, now Ivar's questioning her too. She had a suspicion that the two planned this whole conversation to find out where she stood with her faith.

The Saxon Princess looked at the two Vikings again and shrugged. "He must be a busy God if he never answers my prayers. He doesn't protect people like the Aesir."

The answer both amused and satisfied the duo, which Vanya was thankful for. Whatever God answered her inner cry for help, she was grateful for the support.

"And what do you pray for?" Helga asked curiously. The ginger thought hard about the question. What would she say? Last, she prayed it was for her to die on the open sea.

"Many things. Safety, happiness, forgiveness. I'm sure it is no different from your prayers." The older female nodded with a small smile on her lips.

Floki instead rolled his eyes at that and looked at Ivar from the corner of his eye before smirking. "And how do you like our little Cripple?"

Vanya frowned at the word and shook her head at him. "I like IVAR so far." The emphasis on his name made the said male smirk proudly. Apparently, the answer pleased Floki too. Even Helga smiled at that.

They sat in a circle talking about tomorrow's wedding. Helga told her a little about her own wedding and what she should expect. The Saxon Princess had no idea what to think of the goat blood she will be sprinkled with, but otherwise, everything sounded great. The sword tradition interested her the most. While the two females talked, Floki led Ivar to his newest boat to show him something.

"Poor little Christian isn't right in the head. She actually likes you." Floki teased the younger Viking when they were out of hearing range. Ivar glared up at the boat builder and scoffed.

"Shut it, old fool. Well? Do you like her?" The two had a stare off as feminine laughter sounded in the background. Then the atmosphere changed, and the laughed as Floki sat down in the dirt next to the youngest son of Ragnar. He put an arm around his shoulders and lightly swayed them from side to side.

Floki looked at his sweet Helga, talking to the redhead. They both smiled while talking about something that the two men couldn't make out. "She is okay for a Christian." Floki spat out the word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. Ivar let out a long breath and looked at the happy ginger.

She looked so pretty, talking to Helga with her braided hair and pink dress. She always looked beautiful, no matter what she wore. When Bjorn told him that the king of Slegia chose him as the future husband for Vanya, he was angry. But Aslaug kept bothering him about it till he agreed. That was a day before the redhead arrived. He just couldn't say no to his mother when she looked at him with soft eyes, worried he would never find love. Ivar was no fool. He knew why Silas chose him instead of his older brothers. It had nothing to do with age.

Bjorn said that the king asked about all of them. And when he mentioned that Ivar's a cripple, he chose him. After all, the chances of producing a male heir are low for somebody whose lower half doesn't work—or creating any child at all. And without anybody to raise a claim on Silas's throne, he can keep on ruling till he creates an heir of his own.

And Ivar wasn't the only one aware of this plan, Sigurd threw it in his face the moment the engagement was announced. But he wouldn't say it in front of her, Sigurd was too much of a coward to do it.

"Poor little Ivar will be a married man tomorrow." Floki teased, ruffling his hair only for Ivar to roll his eyes at him.

"You say it like it's terrible. Are you not married? What would Helga say if she heard you." Ivar snapped back halfheartedly. He was nervous about marrying her, but not for the reasons his brothers would be. He never cared for women, so not being free to sleep around didn't bother him as much as it would bother Hvitserk or Ubbe, or Bjorn. It was more about spending the rest of his life with somebody who would see his legs daily. Somebody who didn't say what they thought without being asked to do so.

"But, you are not marrying Helga." The way Floki said it made Ivar pause in his thinking. He was right. Helga and Vanya were different. They may both be kind and soft-spoken, but Helga knew the ways of the Vikings. Meanwhile, Vanya got pale only at the mention of blood. She wasn't cut for the violent methods that Ivar loved, but she doesn't have to be. He had no problem keeping her away from it all if it meant she would stay by his side.

The redhead wasn't like the other women he knew. Every girl he saw looked at him with either pity or disgust. Vanya treated him like an equal. That's why he enjoyed their evening talks so much. Even if every time she mentioned Silas or froze every time she said something she thought would make him angry, he wanted to hit or kill something.

The two walked men walked to their wife and bride. The two were huddled together on a log, giggling about something. "Really? Up to his ears?"

Helga nodded at the ginger's question and covered her mouth with her hand. "Yes. He was covered in mud up to his ears. You could see nothing but the blue eyes."

"What are you two gossiping about?" Floki asked them suspiciously, Ivar knew precisely what they were talking about. Helga looked up at Floki with a smile and giggled again.

"The time you threw Ivar into the mud when he wouldn't stop asking questions." Ivar glared at Helga for telling Vanya such an embarrassing moment. He was only ten and wanted to know all about the boat Floki was building; he wouldn't let him work till he answered every question. The old Viking got so frustrated with him he jokingly threw him into the mud near them. Only Ivar slipped and caked his whole face in it. His mother made him bathe three times, cause the dirt wouldn't get out of his hair.

Vanya saw his angry shook her head at him, laughing. "It is alright. I did a lot of embarrassing things when I was a child too." She reassured him in English. Yet his sour face didn't change.

"Like what, huh?" Ivar asked, raising an eyebrow at her while Helga and Floki watched them talk. Vanya thought hard about a moment in her life where she made a fool of herself. It wasn't that hard, but she had a feeling saying her whole life was embarrassing wouldn't make Ivar happy.

"When I was six, my father went hunting with Silas. So I was alone at home with my mother. She had a visitor over. An older man, he was very handsome and knew many stories. I liked him until he called my father a fool for letting him stay. So when my mother went to change her dress, I asked him to sit with me by the fire. I moved his leg to the fire. He was so focused on his cup of wine he didn't realize that his clothes were aflame till mother walked in. So I spilled the pitched of wine on him to put it out. I poured it over his head, making him look like a wet dog. He looked so foolish mother sent him away."

Ivar looked at her with an open mouth and wide eyes. "You set him on fire?" He looked at Floki and smirked at him. "She set her mother's lover on fire when she was six."

Floki laughed at this while she blushed. "Well, you asked." She said, smiling slightly at her future husband.

"I asked about something embarrassing." Ivar pointed out, making her shake her head and roll her eyes.

"Well, it was embarrassing for me when Mother told Father what I did, and he had me locked in my room for a week, especially when he called me his little Spark after that." She whined, making him laugh. Vanya rolled her eyes at his antics and looked at Helga for help. Floki kept grinning at her, and Ivar telling him that she fit him better than he thought.

The sentence just had to keep haunting her, didn't it? A husband that fits her. Maybe he did. She certainly liked it.

#Vikings #oc #Original character #original female character #ivar lothbrok #ivar x oc #ivar the boneless

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