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Disenchanted

Male Reader x Karina

Tags: 6k, cheat, oral, story heavy

The story is not ours; we simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.

They say everything happens for a reason, if life gives you lemons turn them into lemonade. It always struck me as a strange saying a little too cut and dry. Like a mantra to lead my life with, it had been an upwards struggle. Devoid of any formal degree, in many respects I was a self-made man, grafting from the bottom of the pile and slowly making my way upwards, to the light, the fabled promised land of success, this is my story.

It was early 2020, still fresh from the Covid-19 meltdown. Looking back on it, we really did make a fuss over nothing, it was world ending stuff. Fresh out of a failed college career I had just turned 20, studies had never really held much of my attention, crashing out a year before graduation. Saying this, I was good at building networks, street smart you could say, I knew a good deal when I saw one and over the years, I would develop the timing and nous to know when exactly to pull the trigger. With a heavy interest in films, my main aim was to get into the industry by any means necessary. Luckily enough for me I knew a few people who were runners on in the SM Entertainment back in the day. The pay was basic if that and the job was menial, filled with odd jobs like fetching coffee or printing out stuffs. Nevertheless, it was a start.

“Seriously, where is that guy? the new runner guy, lanky looking kid,” Shouted the set manager.

“Ahem…” I replied, standing next to the sweaty looking man.

“What’s your name? You know what, it doesn’t matter, get a coffee to waiting room 4, quick kid,” he said, bits of saliva spraying everywhere.

God, I hated that guy, his breath always reeked in a mixture of cheap coffee and banana. Reluctantly I knocked on the door, prepping a fake smile for whomever was going to open it.

“Hey,” A chirpy voice said.

My mouth was lolling open slightly, mouth running dry as I struggled to form a suitable response. She laughed softly at my starstruck reaction, holding out her hand to shake mine. It was Karina. She was most teenagers wet dream, well, technically still is.

She was just as attractive as the in the magazines, her smokey brown eyes complimenting her tight, tone, bronze physique. I felt an instant twinge in my pants as I willed myself not to show my arousal, hoping to od it was not obvious that I was attracted to her. Brushing myself down mentally, I took a deep breath and fixed my shirt holding out hand containing her hot beverage. There was something about her, despite her arresting looks that calmed me. Maybe it was the kindness in her eyes or the kindness in her voice, whatever it was, it worked.

“Your- coffee,” I managed.

“How old are you?” She said, taking a sip of her latte.

“Erm… 20- Miss,” I replied.

“Seriously, call me Karina,” She smiled.

“You are pretty cute,” She followed up, handing me the piece of paper with a list of her requirements.

“From now on, you are my personal runner,” Karina said, high fiving me as she left for rehearsals.

I blushed at the comment, a throw away one at that but at the time, it was like gold dust to me. The piece of paper was basically a shopping list of drinks and snacks to get at what time. It remained this way for a year or so as I watched Karina’s fame sky rocket. It was almost inspirational how she climbed the ladder step by step. At that time, she was dating an actor, Lee Jiwook? Jiwoon? or something, I don’t know. Another forgettable character.

I had a sense that he felt superior to me, which granted at the time, he was dating Karina so one could forgive his arrogance. He was in her changing room on a number of times. There were rumors that they were due to get engaged which turned out to be true one it was released in the press a few months later. He was by all intents an purposes the luckiest guy alive in that moment.

On the rare occasions that we did get time alone, Karina and I talked about everything from our past to future aspirations. She even helped me get back into college, funding part of my studies to get into a foundation business course. It was a difficult time, I had to finish college, which I did with after work classes and after that, moved onto that foundation course. I was indebted to her in more ways than one, but our relationship never threatened to go any further.

Over the year I think Karina grew to see me as a brother of sorts. I mean it was fine, what more could I expect. Saying this, I always held on to that faint hope that we could be more, if only the tables were turned, and I was the rising up and comer, one could only dream.

If only I had known my time with her would be limited, maybe I would have been braver, more forward I told myself. However, it did not pan out that way, as per usual, life throws you lemons, make some lemonades right? Coming into the last few episodes of the final series I made my usual rounds, knocking on her door and entering without a response, only to find Karina scantily clad in a white bra and pair of cotton panties. I did it all the time, just enter and drop off a coffee, maybe have a chat, but this time was different.

“Crap- don’t you knock?!” Karina jumped, covering up her indecency.

“I- I did, I thought- sorry,” I replied.

I managed to sneak a peek at her crotch, sending my desires into over drive seeing her, Karina picked up the plushie, covering her sex. A drop of pre cum leaked my tip as I groaned internally at the visual stimulation. She was hot as fuck I thought in my head, what I would do just to be with her for one night. Regaining composure I chuckled, triggering her to break into a smile also, scrambling to get dressed.

“Nice plushie,” I said, winking at Karina

“Oh, Haha,” Karina replied blushing.

“Your morning coffee Miss,” I said, leaving her daily latte on the table, turning to leave as I closed the door.

That was my last encounter with her as I was moved to another set the day after. If we stayed in touch, it would probably be one of those funny memories we could bring up from time to time but it was not to be. Now in the present, decades later I was suited and booted, ready for my fourth-round interview for a Digital marketing executive role at The Prada Group.

—

“They will have you now,” The secretary called out to me, beckoning me into the conference room.

My hands were steady, nerves of steel. I had interviewed at many companies before, but had a renewed desire to nail this one. I had to; she was the co-founder. The days of being a runner were long gone, as I managed to land a junior marketing role. This however, was my bread and butter, marketing, networking and the like. It was like a hand in a glove, I loved it, and it showed in my work.

Holding my head high, I pushed open the doors, my presentation in hand, ready for whatever they threw my way. Ready for the interview? Yes, but ready for- Karina?! I was not. Under normal circumstances, shareholders would not be part of the interview process. Steadying myself I held out my hand, shaking each interviewer’s hand firmly. There were three, Karina being the last.

“Nice to meet you all,” I said with confidence.

I could see Karina racking her brain as to where she had seen me. The cogs in her head were turning till I saw her face light up.

“Oh my god, Minho!” She said, her face lighting up.

“In the flesh Mam,” I replied.

“Oh, apologies for the lack of professionalism, I worked with Minho...what is it now, Ten years ago?” Karina said, her smile lighting up the room and to my advantage, perking up the other interviewers.

“We can catch up after...carry on with the presentation,” she said beaming.

Unclasping my blazer and setting it to the side I went through point by point my ideas for the new product launch, our target audience, demographic and ways to capture their attention. It was as robust a presentation as I had ever given, leaving very little questions afterwards as the four discussed among themselves after grilling me with queries.

It was a positive sign then that all four were smiling in unison as my hands started to sweat, showing the first signs of how much this job meant to me. It was her presence that threw me a curve ball. After all these years, Karina was still as alluring as ever. If anything, she looked better now than she did when we first met. Now in her thirties, married and with kids, she looked fantastic. I managed to shake my fantasies of once an idol from my thoughts and concentrate on the panel in front of me, glancing at her every so often.

“Listen, we don’t do this regularly, but this interview has been far from the ordinary. Your links with Karina, coupled with her glowing references and your stellar presentation, we would like to offer you the job,” The man in the middle said.

I was slightly taken aback at the praise, this must have been the best interview I had ever had, taking a moment to process I smiled and nodded, shaking their hand in turn with acceptance.

“Minju from HR will settle the contracts with you by phone, I believe you are ok with our pay package?” The interviewer said.

“Yes Sir,” I replied, shaking his hand again.

To be fair it was a big bump on what I was on at the moment with the added benefit of an old love interest entered into the equation, it was a must take.

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity,” I said before turning towards the door.

“Minho, one sec, are you free later this afternoon for a catch up?” Karina said before I left the room.

“Sure,” I replied smiling before exchanging numbers.

It was a move so natural to me now, one which my 20-year-old self would be proud of. I had just nabbed Karina’s phone number.

“Well done on today,” Karina said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

“It’s really good to see you,” She followed up.

“Catch you soon,” Karina said smiling warmly at me.

“As long as you get the coffees this time,” I replied with a wink.

“Good one,” Karina reply, her cheeks turning a light pink for the briefest of moments.

—

For the first time in a long while, the fruits of my labor were finally bearing fruit. It was a constant struggle to get to this point in my career, blocked off at various stages in the chain by a combination of bad luck and wrong timing. I was always taught that we make our own luck in this world which is why I kept striving forward, kept pushing on, no matter what situation I found myself in. That interview had been a victory, a rare moment where the pieces just fell into the right slots, just at the crucial moment. On the way out, I had a quick glance around the office, taking in what would be my new workplace. Just at the back next to the director’s office was the marketing department, no doubt my new home going forward.

With great pride I made my way down the stairs and back to reception before being gently caught by the arm. It was the HR rep asking if I had a quick minute to sign the necessary documents instead of getting it mailed through. It did strike me as a peculiar move, normally it took HR a few days to draft the offer letter and send it out, but I thought nothing of it, browsing the important bits and signing off with my signature. Luckily, I had no notice to give as I had just left my role the previous week, a risk on my part, but one I felt I could confidently overcome. It proved to be the right choice as I handed the papers to HR.

“See you next week,” She said.

“Well done,” The rep followed up.

I nodded, shaking her hand, before turning to leave.

“Minho..,” A familiar voice called from behind me.

It was Karina, speed walking towards me through the crowd of workers. She caught many people’s glances, mostly men as they craftily snuck a peek of the former Idol striding confidently across the floor space. She was wearing an elegant cream patterned dress with a black leather jacket draped across her shoulders. It gave her that casual suave boss look, yet at the same time emanated a very elegant and feminine vibe. Her smile broadened as she caught up with me, lightly touching my shoulder as we walked side by side.

“Congratulations again, on landing the position,” Karina said with a bright smile.

It was hard not to be taken aback by her sheer beauty, but if time had taught me one thing, it was to stay calm and measured in moments like this.

“It... was a close one,” I replied with a grin.

“Pleaseeee, you totally nailed it, we are lucky to have you,” She replied.

“Ok now you are just flattering me for a free coffee,” I joked.

“Ah you know me too well,” Karina replied, chuckling lightly.

“I thought you were busy this afternoon?” I asked, as we made our way outside.

She shrugged her shoulders, playfully prodding me in the ribs with her elbow.

“They were just update meetings, not so important, besides it free’s up more time for us to catch up, unless you have other plans?” Karina said.

“No, not at all, we can go over some of my plans for the project,” I replied.

“No business talk, fill me in on everything else going on with you,” She said laughing.

We walked and talked for what seemed like a few minutes, till we reached a quint little French barista tucked away from the main road. Checking my watch, I realized we had literally been walking for a good fifteen minutes as it was already half past four in the afternoon. It felt seamless, chatting to Karina again, similar to the old days where we would talk about everything and anything while she prepared for another shoot in her Idol days.

“Skinny Latte?” I asked, eying up the menu.

“You know me so well,” Karina said in jest.

“Well, I had a lot of practice back in the day,” I replied with a smile.

Karina suggested we sit in the corner away from the busy eyes of onlookers outside. I had noticed she changed much in this aspect, not one to revel in the spotlight, she was quite reserved in many respects, no doubt influenced to some degree by her religious upbringing. I respected that, her values and steadfast nature in doing what was best for her and her interests.

“So, spill the beans, what’s been going on with you?” Karina asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Well, it has been quite the whirlwind to be honest,” I replied.

“Once I left that day, I worked on a few other company till I finally got a promotion to the PR team. From there I steadily plugged away, attending business class in the evenings, thanks to you, eventually graduating and landing an entry level Marketing role for a local website. I stayed there for a couple of years, continuing further study and gaining experience, leaving there as a senior marketing lead. My last job, that I just left was as the Digital lead overseeing different internal projects before rising to Miu Miu taking care of bigger picture stuff and here we are,” I said.

“That is quite the journey, I’m so glad you made it work for yourself,” She said, smiling warmly.

“Well, it was all thanks to your encouragement in the beginning, making me pull my finger out and get my ass into gear,” I replied.

“No, that was all you, I just opened a few doors,” Karina said, rapping lightly on my arm.

Something was different with her. It was like I was no longer seen as a brother but an equal in her eyes. It was the way she looked at me, no longer endearing, almost a bit curious. It triggered an itch within myself that I had to scratch, my infatuation with her since the early days only growing stronger. A feeling that I wanted to follow through and see where I could take this. There were the obvious blockers with her being happily married and all, but my selfishness got the better of me, kicking my moral compass to the side as I mirrored her actions, lightly touching her arm on occasion throughout or little catch up. Not that she seemed to mind at all, her beautiful smile always beaming, fixing her hair from time to time as our coffees soon turned into wine and eventually to dinner.

“So, tell me,” I said, motioning to her ring.

“Oh,” Karina replied blushing slightly at my abrupt change in tac, focusing on her personal life.

I did not expect much, as I knew she was relatively private in nature.

“Well, yes, I am married and have three beautiful children,” She said beaming.

Karina showed me a few pictures in my phone, leaning over the gap in the table to flick through the gallery. I could smell her perfume from here, laced in the depths of her nape, filling my nostrils with a sweet aromatic blend of floral notes and citrus. She smelt heavenly, as I felt my crotch stir at our sudden close proximity. We spoke for what seemed an age before she checked her watch after feeling her phone buzz. It was now half nine in the evening.

“Shoot..,” Karina said.

“God I better get going, the husband is messaging,” She said with an awkward smile.

“It has been good catching up, really good, you have changed a lot Minho,” Karina said, clasping her bag.

“Change in a good way I hope,” I replied with a chuckle.

I could see we had got through quite a number of bottles of wine as Karina dialed a local taxi for pick up as we settled the bill and walked outside to wait for her ride.

“Yes by the way,” Karina suddenly said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“You have changed in a good way,” She replied.

“Ok that was like a five-minute delay Karina, losing your sharpness,” I said laughing.

“Pfftt, it’s the wine, deadly stuff,” Karina said, merrily leaning on my shoulder.

“You are much more confident and forward looking, it’s a good look,” She said softly.

“I can remember the first time we met, you were so star struck it was cute, standing there with a coffee in your hand,” Karina said laughing.

“Do you blame me?” I said chuckling.

“I mean it was adorable, your face was all flushed and, I can say this now but it was a little obvious you were a little too excited,” Karina said slapping my arm in hysterics.

I had hoped that she would have missed that all those years ago, but I guess she picked up on it, all of it. I could not help but laugh with her reminiscing about the past as the alcohol slowly set in.

“Oh, here’s my cab,” She said giving me a hug and pecking me on the cheek.

“It was so nice to see you, congratulations, again,” Karina said beaming, the smell of wine now laced in her breath.

“You too Karina, it was great to see you too,”

“Don’t worry I have managed to curb my excitement this time!” I joked.

Karina laughed, punching my harm.

“Must be losing my touch,” She said, smiling.

“I wouldn’t fret, you still have the same- effect..,” I replied, my expression of the cheeky, implying nature.

Karina blushed, swiping her hair behind her ear while she fidgeted on the spot for a few moments, smiling.

“Well, I best be going, see you in the office?” She said, gathering her composure again and leaning in for a hug.

“Yes boss,” I replied, closing the taxi door and watching her leave.

The walk home was a good one, a feeling of elation at nailing the interview and one of mild curiosity at the unsaid words and feelings I felt between us. With a bright smile across my face, I went to bed eager to get started on my first day.

—

Strolling into the work on day one all suited and booted gave me a great sense of accomplishment as the HR representative took me to my new office. It was large, much larger than my old one, decked out in a minimalistic art decor kind of vibe. It even had that fancy clap to shut blinds feature which made the inner child in me laugh in excitement.

“This is your team,” The rep said.

She introduced me to my marketing team manager Nayoung, who over saw our junior team members Sohye and Yeonjun. They seemed like a good bunch, all enthusiastic and willing to do the hard yards as we went full on into the new product launch. There was little time to settle in as the launch was happening in three months’ time, so all the marketing and advertisement had to be nailed down asap. From my first few encounters with Nayoung I got the impression that she knew exactly what she was doing, decisive in her actions but at the same time very popular with the other two. She must have been a few years younger than myself, perhaps on her late twenties, but her experience levels shone through her work. She had that girl next door look, yet commanded respect through her calmness and wicked sense of humor. She was sharp, I had to hand it to her, batting off my banter throughout the day and weeks with ease. It got to a point that our team work was seamless, synchronized as the group ramped up for the final presentation to Karina.

—

It was now week three, and the first draft was about to be presented to Karina for approval. The team had been working hard throughout the process, pulling late nights on consecutive occasions as all four of us tidied up the final bits of the slides.

“So, we heard that you and the boss lady go way back,” Yeonjun said smirking.

“Yeah, I have known her for quite some time,” I replied.

Sohye and Nayoung smiled at each other.

“Seriously guys, we are going there?” I asked laughing.

“Well, she is kinda hot,” Yeonjun chirped in.

“Kinda? She is drop dead gorgeous,” Sohye replied.

“Guys, just get to work, I will leave the company card with Nayoung, order whatever you want,” I said smiling.

“Is that a no comment?” Yeonjun asked laughing.

Before I could hit back with some banter of my own, Karina walked in wearing an eye catching black short, black top, showing off way too much leg for the office.

“Evening all,” Karina said, smiling, her eyes lingering on me for a brief moment.

I could sense Yeonjun and the team in hysterics as I gathered my laptop. He bit his fist obviously in reaction to Karina’s insanely revealing work attire.

“Let me take you through the final proposal, Boss,” I said with a cheeky grin.

“Lead the way,” Karina replied.

My office was just around the corner as I snuck another peek at her smooth legs before shutting the door behind me.

“Bit bold for the office?” I said smiling.

“Ughh don’t get me started, just rushed off a shoot with Women’s Health, barely made it in time through the traffic,” She replied, sitting down in the swivel chair and crossing her legs.

Something about what she said did not add up though. According to her PA she had finished in the afternoon, as the shoot had been moved earlier on in the day. I knew this because our meeting was due to be the following day but I moved it forward to tonight as we were in good shape with the proposal. With intrigue racing across my thoughts, I settled down beside her, making sure not to stare at her smooth legs.

“So, what you got for me?” Karina said, tilting her head towards me.

I ran her through our slides, pointing out the key take aways and messages of the campaign. Karina nodded intently, chiming in with slight tweaks here and there. She really knew her stuff, explaining the ideology of the company revolving around sustainability and making the world a better place through safe practice and renewable materials. If not for her flawless attire, I would have paid better attention as I found myself staring at her face before being brought back to reality.

“Don’t you agree?” She said.

“What? Yes, yes, I do,” I replied.

“Did you just zone out? Hah for a minute there your face reminded me of when we first met,” Karina said smiling.

The slight awkwardness from a few weeks back when I dropped her off at the taxi were now long gone as I felt her get more and more comfortable with my company.

“What do you mean by this part?” Karina asked pointing to one of the slides.

I moved in closer, feeling the slight brush of her calf on my leg as I explained the ins and outs of the slide. The touch of her leg on mine was not rebuffed as I continued with my explanation, using it as an excuse to gently continue to rub my leg against her bare skin, my knee now sneaking up her leg slightly as we sat side by side. I felt a slight jump in her demeanor so I quickly moved my leg away, maybe I had pushed my luck too far.

“Sorry- bit tight in here,” I said, breaking the silence, which was an odd thing to say as the office was large.

The awkwardness steadily grew as the tension cranked up, Karina finally looking up at me after I had finished my re run through her query.

“Thank you…” For taking me through it.

“It looks, good,” She said.

Her face now a few inches from mine, the silence filling the gap, I felt a sudden rush of blood to my head, moving forward without skipping a beat planting my lips on hers. Initially feeling a tensing in her shoulders, this quickly dissipated as our lips melded together, my hands now resting on the side of her waist as we embraced in deep heavy petting.

“Wait…wait…I can’t,” Karina said, her hands gently pushing me away as I continued kissing up her nape and nibbling at her ear lobe.

“Minho…wait...seriously I’m married..,” She followed up, breaking our kiss and rolling away an inch or so in the seat.

Her face was flushed red, hair slightly out of place as the ravishing woman looked at me, slightly unsure and ashamed. I could see her breathing had accelerated by the way her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she rushed to fix her dress.

“What’s the matter, don’t you want to?” I asked enquiringly.

“Its. Not- I’m married and have a family,” Karina replied clearly flustered.

I closed the distance between us in the chair again without a response from her as she just sat still, pretending to fuss before picking up her phone.

“Jaewook called, just going to call home,” She said hurriedly, turning her back to me as she dialed home.

Catching the chair mid turn, I spun her back around, just as her husband greeted her. Placing my leg in-between her thighs I slowly inched forward. The look in her eyes were full of trepidation, yet her body showed no signs of rejection as Karina sat completely still greeting Jaewook on the other side of the line.

“Hey honey, yes I’m- just…in a meeting,” Karina said.

My confidence now shot to a hundred due to our kiss moments before so decided to take things a bit further, reaching out my hand and running it along the inside of her smooth pale legs. Karina showed brief signs of resistance, squeezing her legs shut before I eased them open again with my other hand, travelling further up her inner thighs till my fingers made contact with her moist sex.

“I should be home...in a bit..,” Karina continued talking.

Her face was clearly conflicted, trying to hold it together while I pleasured her with my hands, cupping her wet pussy through her silky underwear, rubbing firmly on her clit.

“Fuck..,” Karina moaned into the phone.

Her eyes shot open in fear, realizing what she had just said as her husband sounded confused on the other line.

“No... I just found an error in the presentation that’s all,” She quickly recovered.

Smiling, I nodded, our eyes meeting for the first time during this sordid encounter. Her pupils were dilated, washed over in a glaze of lust as her mouth dropped, gaping slightly at the touch of my hands now rubbing her cunt with increased fervor. Easing her underwear to the side, I crept my fingers delicately along the length of her lips, piercing Karina’s slick labia with my digits as I proceeded to stoke the insides of her married cunt.

“God...Unghh..,” Karina gently moaned, holding the phone to her shoulder.

Luckily, Jaewook was in the thralls of an explanation about some work issues he had today, missing his wife’s whispered moans. Slipping in another finger and then another I was basically cupping her sex, removing her soaked underwear completely, placing it in my back pocket while I delved my hand deep within her folds, feeling her walls close in around me. Extending my finger deep inside her tight slit, my digits making contact with her g-spot as applied pressure with my wrist making her twitch and writhe in her chair.

“Jaewook- Jaewook...can…I... call you back..,?” Karina said, her voice now slightly ragged.

Sensing her impending climax, I doubled my efforts flicking her clitoris with my thumb as I rubbed her deep inside her cunt, stimulating her g-spot with my fingers while she creamed all over my hand. Karina’s thighs were covered in her slick juices, my wrist now leaking with her nectar as I felt her cramping up. Her cunt walls squeezing down on my fingers as I impaled my hand within her womb, fucking her with deep steady strokes.

“Shit...mpphhh,” Karina said, moaning into my shoulder as I had moved forward, resting my face next to hers as I attacked her pussy with quicker jabs.

“Babe...you still there?” I heard Jaewook saying on the other line.

“Uhhh...huh…Just finishing up here,” Karina replied.

Her pussy was twitching in my hand as I felt her hips buck, stuffing more of my fingers deeper into her married cunt as she bit down on my shoulder to mask her cries of pleasure while climaxing on my fingers. We stayed in this awkward embrace as I continued to rub at her sex, her pussy leaking down my palms and onto the carpeted floor while she finished her conversation with Jaewook. Hanging up the phone the look on her face turned from the relief of just being brought to orgasm, to more of one of remorse of what had just happened.

Getting up without a word, she held out her hand, wanting me to hand back her sex-soaked underwear to which I refused, standing up and cupping her face in my hands.

“I- can’t...we can’t…” Karina said rather tame.

“We already have,” I replied curtly, planting another kiss on her lips as I eased her back onto the wall behind.

“Wait- seriously...I’m- ughh...married,” She replied, her moans steadily increasing as my hands danced up her dress again.

“Seriously...plll...pleaseeee,” Karina pleaded in vain, her emotions caught between guilt and pleasure as I held a my cum soaked finger to her lips.

“Shhh...allow me to make you feel...better,” I replied.

“I may not be your husband...but you will enjoy this..,” I said, kissing her once more before dropping to my knees.

Karina’s eyes were wanting, slowly turning to my way of thinkings as I proceeded to lift up her dress and take in her essence. The smell of her sex was divine, a mix of the pungent natural notes of her cunt together with the sweet taste of her juice was a dream come true as I licked her slit from the bottom to the top, suckling on her throbbing clit with my lips.

“Mmhh...aahhh..,” Karina groaned lightly, running her fingers through her hair.

I was slowly breaking her resistance, feeling her push her hips into my face as I slung one of her legs over my shoulders while feasting on her slippery pussy. Dragging my tongue up her swollen lips, I pierced her folds, tongue fucking her slit with gradual spears, tasting her cream in my mouth as I eagerly lapped up everything she had to offer.

“Fuck- we...we can’t- ahh…”. Karina moaned louder as I hit the right spot, her clawing more desperate now as she forcefully fed me her cunt.

Karina was on tip toes now, her initial resistance dissipated completely as I had my way with her, licking her pink insides with my tongue as I felt her inevitable climax build. Her thighs were now clamped around my face as I hoovered up her sexual fluids, adding my fingers to the mix, penetrating her sex with my digits while sucking at her reddened clit.

“Shit...shit...mmhh...fuckk...ughh,” Karina yelled, her climax hitting its peak as she shivered and twitched around my lips.

I stayed on my knees for a while, taking in her heavenly taste in my mouth as the sultry woman eased me back to my feet. She was silent, not saying a word, almost as if saying something would be an admission of our wrong doings. If anything, I was leading proceedings backing into my leather-bound chair as I eyed Karina up and down. She knew what I wanted, a slight smirk forming on her lips as she slowly walked towards me.

We kissed softly, as I felt her hands drift slowly down my body as Karina descended to her knees, gently pushing me into my chair. Her expression was livelier riddled with hunger as she bit her lips gently, hurriedly unbuckling my belt and removing my trousers.

I stared at her full lips hovering a mere inch from my throbbing member as she kissed my crown through my boxers. My pre cum leaking onto my cotton underwear as she gently pecked at my cock with her soft lips, tasting the hint of salt soaking through the fabric. It was like watching a beautiful car crash happen in slow motion as Karina freed by cock from by pants, fishing it out and dipping her wet lips along the length of my shaft. Her soft hands feeling my meat with a firm grip that pumped with perfect execution as she finally took me into her wanting mouth, eyes locked on mine for the entirety of the act.

“Mmmm...mmm”. Karina hummed on my dick, while she gave me the best fellatio of my life.

I was lost in the sensations of her tongue lapping up the underside of my shaft in one fluid motion, before sucking down again on my crown, over and over feeding more of my twitching cock between her married lips. Running my fingers through her hair I thrust my hips gently into her wanting mouth as her nose made contact with my pubic bone, deep throating my entire cock till my tip made contact with her tonsils. I held her here for a few precious seconds, feeling her tongue coat my cock in more of her warm spit as she took me to the back of her throat, her eyes flushed with desire.

“Shit- Karina...you feel...soo...good,” I groaned, suddenly disrupted by my office door swing open.

It was Nayoung, holding the company credit card with a grin on her face. The instance she went to speak, Karina had expertly hidden herself under my desk, my cock still sheathed between her lips while she continued to feed on my meat, turning her attention to my sack with long deep licks.

“Boss can we up the limit to say 25 each?” Nayoung said smiling.

“Yeah sure whatever you guys want” I replied, slightly breathless.

Karina was staring at me from below, mouth open, rolling my sack around between her lips, slathering me in spit while I tried maintaining my cool.

“Everything OK Boss, you seem a little uptight?” Nayoung said concerned.

“Yeah...the draft went down well, Karina has just popped out for a call,” I said, a bead of sweat forming on my forehead.

“You sure...?” Nayoung replied.

I felt Karina now clamp down on my balls and suck hard while she pumped my cock with her fist, my shaft straining for release as my orgasm built up rapidly.

“Yes...no problem...keep up the good work,” I said, struggling to keep a straight face.

“Ok boss, we are just outside if you need anything,” Nayoung replied before leaving.

I waited for the footsteps to soften before letting out an almighty yawn thrusting my cock further into Karina’s mouth.

“Shit...Karina...I’m close..,” I moaned, gripping the back of her head as I continued to thrust between her lips.

“Mmm...mmhh...mmhhfff..,” Karina replied, her mouth stuffed with cock as my impending release came.

She never stopped sucking, bringing her mouth around my crown and allowing me to unload inside her oral cavity. Spurt after spurt of my sticky load painted her pink insides, feeding her a torrent of my thick and salty seed, the mother of three just lapping up my sperm with her tongue as she pumped my shaft with her fist, milking my twitching cock to completion while swallowing my load, closing her eyes in euphoria.

It was immense, watching her continue to work my spurting dick with her lips until I grew soft within her mouth. A gentle squeeze of my balls dribbling out the final drops of sperm from my tip into her welcoming tongue.

“God damn Karina...that was intense,” I said breathlessly.

She looked up at me in a cum drunk haze, my seed dripping from her bottom lip.

“So...do I taste better than your husband?” I asked cheekily.

She looked at me with a frown, coming back down to reality after her earth-shattering fellatio, she had just given me.

“I don’t usually let him finish in my mouth..,” Karina said meekly.

“Usually?” I replied.

“Never..,” She said, kissing my tip softly with her lips.

I reached out stroking her face as I scooped up the last dribble of sperm on the side of her mouth, letting the ravishing woman suck it clean from my fingers a smile breaking out on her face at the taste of my essence.

Our sensual connection in that moment was disrupted by the sudden ring of her phone. It was her husband and just like that her mood changed from a state of utter arousal to one of panic and remorse as she stood up, flattening out her dress and grabbing her jacket.

“I... I have to go,” Karina stammered, clearly flustered as her cheeks went a bright red.

“Email me the rest of the slides?” She said turning to me.

“Look- about...what just…” Karina started.

I cut her off, kissing her gently on the lips.

“Go... I will see you in the meeting on Friday,” I said gently.

Karina smiled, avoiding my eye contact, clearly riddled with guilt from what had just transpired, but she clearly enjoyed herself. It gave me a surge of confidence knowing that fact, even if she was not ready to freely admit it herself.

The picture of her locked in the thralls of passion as I felt her up for the first time would forever be seared into my memories. I was officially addicted and I needed to get another hit of her...

#karina smut #aespa smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader

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swordsandholly · 2 days

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Fancy

Ch 3: The Wheels of Fate Started to Turn

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Summary: A permanent darkness rests over the city. You’ve lived here your whole life - in the slums, just another human to be pushed and pulled at the whims of the vampires that run it. Another human made to bleed and crawl their way through a meager life.

Maybe, just maybe, a meeting by happenstance will change your fate for the better.

You feel sick when you wake. Muscles weak and body shaky. It takes more effort than you would like to peel your eyes open. You haven’t sat under a UV lamp in a while and it’s starting to show. The cocoon of sheets feels so good you don’t want to get up, to peel yourself away from them.

You realize Johnny and Kyle are gone as you sit up, all alone in the center of the massive bed. The room feels darker without them, somehow. Emptier. You roll over to climb off the bed, interrupted by the sound of paper crinkling under you. You feel around the mattress only to find a thick envelope with ‘Fancy’ neatly written across the front. As you open it, your breath catches in your throat at the contents. It’s nearly double what they said they’d pay. More than you could have ever hoped for. It makes your hands shake to hold that much money all at once. Once the shock wears off, a folded up piece of paper catches your eye.

Hey lovie,

Sorry to take off without saying goodbye. Had some business to attend to. Figured we should let you sleep. Hope you won’t be too mad ;)

We left a little extra for spending the night. Nothing like cuddling up next to a soft, warm lady.

Let’s do it again soon.

Kyle + Johnny

The handwriting changes to a messy scrawl that you have to squint to make out.

P.S. You look bonnie in my shirt. Gonnae be thinking about that all day. Feel free to take it with you.

P.S.S. I want it back unwashed.

You can’t help but snicker to yourself. Damn dirty dog.

You have no reason to deny him, though. So you slip the t-shirt on over your dress as you get ready to leave. The dress feels far too constrictive for the early morning. This is why you don’t do nights - walking out looking like a mess in the itchy day old clothes. You give up looking for your panties which seem to have evaporated, not too keen on putting them back on anyway.

Before you can tip-toe your way out to the front door, you find yourself pausing. The kitchen light is on, illuminating a figure working over the stove. Curiosity gets the better of you and you circle around the counter to see John sorting ingredients in nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants. Strong, nicely hairy chest on full display.

And they call you and slut.

“Good morning.” He flashes you a bright smile. Of course he noticed you. He probably smelled you before he even heard you leave the bedroom.

“Sorry… I, uh, didn’t mean to intrude.” You mumble awkwardly.

“No, no. I was hoping you’d stop f’me. My boys treat you alright?” He eyes your shirt.

Being asked that a second time throws you off. Why the hell do they care so much? “They did.”

“Good. Good.” He smiles warmly. “I’ll make you some breakfast.”

You scoff. “You? No offense but I’d rather take my chances with the nearest dumpster.”

“Contrary to popular belief, some of us remember how to cook.”

You glance at the half-dozen cart of eggs and perfectly fresh vegetables neatly arranged across the counter. “And you just happened to have human food on hand?”

He pauses. “…I may have had some delivered.”

John turns back to the stove, muttering something under his breath about ‘too smart for her own damn good.’

You pad over beside him to look down at the food, staring at the spread. You point at some red thing you don’t recognize. “What is that?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “The tomato?”

“Tomatoes are purple.” You poke it. “And more squishy.”

You meet his eye and for a brief moment, you think you see pity. Something sad swirling in the blue of his irises. He schools his face back to neutral before you can be sure you saw anything at all.

“Well, hopefully you trust an old codger like me to make you a half-decent omelette.”

You snort, leaning back on the kitchen island. “I’ve got nothing to lose.”

You both lapse into silence. He does seem to know what he’s doing - carefully chopping the vegetables and carefully folding the omelette in the pan. Maybe he had a human wife at some point or something. Most likely. That’s not uncommon, especially back in the 21st century. Practically a trend. You tilt your head as you watch him move, brow furrowed. He’s so weird.

What could you have said to them to make them treat you like this? You’re almost afraid to know - that block of time so buried in the recesses of your mind there’s no hope of ever recovering it. That doesn’t mean you haven’t tried since that day, but you know we’ll enough that it never works. You don’t have a single guess as to what it could have been.

Maybe you didn’t say anything. Maybe they’re just weirdly tunnel visioned. Vamps do that often enough - hone in on a target of affection. For any reason from looking like a dead loved one or they just have an enticing scent. Except they’re not usually this… nice. Normally they’d just drain the object of their affection and be done with it. Not ask them to sleep over for the night and cook them breakfast in the morning.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when a plate is set in front of you. It looks… perfect. At least you assume that’s what a good omelette looks like. Nicely golden. It looks alien. Food from another world - another time. You glance up at John as he watches you expectantly. It won’t hurt to entertain him, you suppose. Even if it does end up being shit. You cut a small bite, tentatively bringing it to you your lips. You brace for something awful.

Except it’s incredible. Perfectly cooked and seasoned. You can’t help but let out a content little hum before practically scarfing it down. You haven’t had food like this in… ever, actually. Neither this fresh or well made.

“So you like it?” John smiles.

You nod happily with a mouth full of food before remembering where you are. Steeling yourself and slowing down, returning to the more reserved persona. “It’s good.”

John huffs out a laugh, turning his back to you to clean up. “I’ll drive you home when you’re finished.”

You pause mid bite. “Oh, no, I can take the train-“

“Do you really want t’walk all the way to the depot in those heels?” John cocks an brow, blue eyes dragging from your face, over your body and down your legs. There’s a slow burning intensity in the movement that sends a shiver down your spine.

You stare at him for a moment, uncertain of what to do. The last thing you need is to owe a vampire for anything. They’ll take your debts to the grave. It happened with your neighbor once - you learned early on to be wary of any offer made by one of them. Never make a deal with one of the devils.

“You won’t be indebted for it.” John chuckles as if he can read your damn mind. Maybe he can.

You chew your lip. It’s at least an hour walk to the metro station from here. You don’t want him to see where you live, though. It will ruin the illusion. Images flash through your mind of the craggily walls of your apartment building. The syringes that line the sidewalk. There’s that massive blood stain on the front steps they still haven’t cleaned up after five years.

But then you meet his eyes. They’re so sincere. So bright. Whatever that tug is in your chest that keeps giving into them pulls again. It’s unraveling you, making you insane. Surely that’s it, you’re finally going insane.

“Okay.” It comes out weaker than you’d like.

John grins a though you gave him the greatest gift in history. It makes your face hot - leaves you shifting awkwardly. You’re not used to that much emotion carved into their marble features. This coven is too expressive. It’s putting you on edge, leaving you with your guard up. Against what, though? What’s the point? Shouldn’t you be happy and play into their more excitable nature?

It’s too unfamiliar. Too otherworldly to see human emotion on their god like features.

A cool finger hooks under your chin, lifting your face to meet John’s gaze. “You think too much.”

You scoff and tear your face away from his hand. Thinking keeps you alive. The girls that don’t think don’t survive past their teens. You have to be smart to stay alive here. To even have a hope of keeping up with creatures who contain centuries of knowledge and experience. Who are so far ahead in the race the best you can do is limp along in the dust.

A valet pulls the car around. John changed into jeans and half zip sweater. You would die before admitting to the small bit of disappointment at him donning a shirt. You expect the black SUV from the night before to pull up. Instead, you’re met with a basic sedan. It’s still nice - obviously new. The seats are a soft, well cared for leather.

“So is this what you do? Invite prostitutes over for omlettes and tea and then drive them home?” You blurt as John starts the car. That itch to dissect their thought processes continues to plague the back of your mind.

“Tea?” He repeats, a brow raised.

“Simon made me tea last night.”

John laughs. “Kyle really did fuck your throat raw, then?”

You whirl on him, eyes wide.

“Don’t act so surprised. Johnny can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life. Said you took it beautifully.” John sighs. “Bit jealous I didn’t get to watch the show. A good cigar and whiskey in hand? The perfect night, I think. Might have to recreate it…”

That last bit sounds more for him than for you.

You shouldn’t blush. You’ve been doing this long enough that there’s no reason to blush anymore. You have no right to be flustered over something as simple as sex. It’s the way he says it, you think. The way desire drips from every syllable as though he’s never said anything more true in his immortal life.

You just hide behind a huff and look out the window. “You’re all very weird, you know that?”

“Are we, now?” John rests his elbow on the door and his head on his hand. He weaves through the chaotic city roads expertly.

“You’re too…” You wrinkle your nose, pausing. The word gets lost on your tongue.

“Human?”

“If you say so.”

John chuckles. “You’re just as weird, you know that?”

“I am not weird!” You snap indignantly.

“If you say so.”

You have to do a double take when he pulls up to your apartment. Is it really that fast by car? What was that, ten minutes? The train is a nearly twenty minute ride with two fifteen minute walks. The walk is nearly three hours - two if you take the back way.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks, voice dropping to a low drawl. You shake your head to clear it, pulling your respirator out of your coat.

“Don’t you need a-“ You stop when you meet John’s deadpan expression. “Oh, right.”

“Appreciate the concern, love.” He chuckles. It’s a surprisingly warm sound.

You reach for the door, respirator in hand and at the ready. You pause when John lays a hand lightly on your shoulder. Turning back, your eyes meeting his. There’s that storm again. The one he looked at you with before. Something roiling underneath the surface.

“Fancy?”

“Yes?”

“Before you go.” John leans forward. “C’mere.”

You assume he wants a kiss. It wouldn’t surprise you - a little thank you for the ride. Frankly, you should have thought of it first. Instead, he ducks his head to the side at the last moment. His hand tangles gently but firmly in your hair to pull your head to the side, leaving your neck craned and exposed. You freeze. Fear takes over - your heart rate immediately spiking. Your hands fist his coat, pushing as hard as you can against the unmoving mountain that is his body.

“John-“ Your voice cracks. “Please don’t-“

“Need t’ make sure you’re safe…” He mumbles.

A fang catches your skin. You freeze.

It drags across your neck, down the arch of your artery. You suck in a hear breath, the skin not quite breaking under the touch. Before you can speak or begin pushing again or even try to get out of the car, he bites down. A yelp escapes you as his teeth slowly sink in - only through the top most layer of skin. Not enough to puncture the artery or even for his other teeth to bite into your skin.

Your whole body shakes. “What’re you-“

John shushes you as he pulls away, eyes locked on the cut he made on your neck. You can feel the wet blood beginning to drip down your neck. His hand stays in your hair, holding you in place. The blue of his irises seems somehow brighter, pupils so narrowed they don’t look to be more than pinpricks. After a few beats he seems satisfied, letting your hair go and sitting back in his seat.

“Just a precaution, love.”The vampire looks you over, eyes suddenly painfully soft again. “Take care of yourself.”

Your eyes flick between his. A cold, rushing fear pumps through your veins. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish before you finally come to your senses, taking the chance to dash out of the car and toward your apartment. Fight or flight pushing away any ability to ask what the fuck that was. By the time you turn around to check behind you, John is far down the street.

You rush to your bathroom mirror, tossing your respirator to the ground as soon as you’re in your front door. It’s not deep. He didn’t even lick up after himself - a thin trail of blood pooling around your clavicle before continuing down. It wasn’t about drinking. You hiss as your fingers lightly test the tender skin.

What the fuck?

He’s a vampire. At the end of the day that’s all he is. No facial expressions or ability to cook will undo that he’s a different creature entirely. Was that what this is about? Reminding you what they are? The power they have? You wouldn’t put it past one of them, the sick fucks. What kind of fool were you to think they’re at all different.

After a shower and finally changing into some pajamas (minus a certain vampire’s tshirt that he will not be getting back) you go to grab your lamp. It doesn’t take long to set up the UV light, just dragging it out of storage and setting up the shade above it so that the rays concentrate downward onto your skin. You slowly sink to the ground. Exhaustion clings to your bones. They feel brittle and heavy simultaneously.

You sigh, curling up under the warm light like a cat. You have to be smart about how long you stay under it - the damn thing runs up the electricity bill like nothing else. Plus, too long under it can cause serious skin damage. As much as you’d rather go without, you’ve seen what happens to those that do.

You half heartedly re-count out the envelope of money, still feeling overwhelmed at the sheer amount of it. At the whole situation at hand. You realize quickly enough that despite having the money to do almost anything you don’t actually… know what to do. Despite the plan being to save up and get out of the slums you never really planned for what to do once you were out of the slums.

The realization that you never truly believed you could do it, even unconsciously, is a little heartbreaking.

Do you keep working at the club? Hope that these clients like you enough to keep up with your new lifestyle? Pray that they enjoy fucking you for long enough to save up? Do you even want to see them after what John just did? Do you look for another job? There isn’t much you can get when the whole of your resume is stamped with WHORE in bright red letters.

With a low groan you slump back on the floor and throw your arm over your eyes. Everything is so fucked. You’re lost in it and it’s all fucked.

Normally, you would avoid information about the people that come in and out of your club. They’re looking for discretion, after all. A place to hide away from the dealings of life. A fantasy. If you were smart, you’d stick with that habit. Especially when it comes to the ones that literally compel you to forget their business.

John just lost the right to any discretion after that stunt in the car.

You open up your shitty laptop that requires five hail mary’s to start. It greets you with the top headlines of the day, all just as enjoyable as you’d expect.

UNKNOWN SUBSTANCE FOUND IN FOUR MORE JANE DOES

NEW DRUG CYTH TAKING THE UNDERGROUND MARKETS BY STORM

CORPSE FOUND WITH BLOOD LEAKING FROM PORES

You close them out, for your own sanity, and type John’s name into the search bar. A few things come up - some company called One-Four-One with the most nothing description about what kind of company they are. They “develop products and services” - aka they’re a shell for shady bullshit. They’re listed as the benefactor for some lower city charities and given responsibility for several mergers and buy-outs in the upper city. All the things you’d expect from a corporation.

It’s too clean, though. You’ve been living in the underbelly long enough to know what a front looks like. Not that you’re surprised. Every vampire corporation is a cover for a million other little inner workings you will never be privy to.

The only pictures of John are a few from press reports. His imposing figure standing behind some ugly podium with a logo hastily plastered across the front. He has a commanding air about him behind all those microphones - like a preacher or a politician. Fitting.

Johnny and Kyle have a far more risqué library. Images with models and other beautiful women. The kinds of things you’d expect from young, playboy vampires stretching over the past century at least, according to the archive dates. The boys aren’t the focus of the images - it’s all paparazzi for the women - but they’re in them nonetheless. How the hell did Johnny manage to squeeze into a pair of leather pants like that?

Simon doesn’t even seem to exist. A total ghost. No matter how deep you go you can’t find a trace of him. You manage to get all the way back to the 1990s in the archive and still come up with jack shit.

You’re left with more questions than answers and a distinct understanding that you shouldn’t ask any of them. You knew that already, though, and you have no plans to let John Price close enough to speak to you anytime soon.

You didn’t realize you fell asleep up until you wake, alarm blaring in your ear that it’s time to get up and go to work. It never ends. You still feel so fucking tired, body heavy and eyes stinging. A haze settles over your mind as you fall into your constant routine. Makeup, hair, dress, respirator on, walk, train, respirator off, walk.

Your locker in the back room fights you, forcing you to practically break it open. Just another thing to leave you feeling angry and useless.

“I heard they got Red.” The girl beside you whispers. She’s mousy, new. A gossiper. She even tried to talk to you, at least before she found out that you apparently steal clients.

The girl she’s speaking to side eyes her. “What do you mean got ‘er?”

“With that new drug - Cyth or whatever.”

“Cyth isn’t real. It’s just people making up shit to cover up what the vamps are doing. As if we don’t already know.”

“But what about-“ You don’t hear the rest of what she says, her voice drowning out as you leave the back room.

Time seems to crawl by at the club without the men. You hate it. Not just the slowness of the day but the fact that they’ve had that effect on you. That these creatures you barley know have invaded your thoughts. Wormed themselves into the nooks and crannies of your psyche. Marked you - however temporarily that may be.

The patrons avoid your eyes. You serve their drinks, and where they would normally make a salacious remark or grab onto you they just offer a huffy thanks and ignore you. The tips are garbage, even the other serving girls notice and begin to basically steal your tables. It has to be the bite.

Why, though? Plenty of serving girls have fresh bite marks and they aren’t getting reactions like that. You can count four on the main floor right now.

At least once the day is over, it’s over. You can go home and hide away. Be angry in peace. Maybe make a plan for what to do. Maybe you can leave the city you and your friends talked about as teens. Except they’re all dead now and you’re pretty sure there isn’t anything outside of the dome anymore. At least not anything you could get to.

The other girls don’t walk with you to the metro anymore. The streets are never truly empty in the main city. There’s no real day or night. It’s only the places humans inhabit that become abandoned during the “night.” As you exit the lower city station, the streets empty out. It’s just you, footsteps echoing off buildings. The smog in the air only makes it darker - even harder to navigate.

Until a second pair of footsteps appears, fast and growing louder by the second. Before you can even begin to run or check behind you a force slams into you, sending you tumbling down onto harsh concrete and into an alley.

You’re cornered. There’s nowhere to go. Before you can grapple for your garlic spray the vampire has your wrists in his hand, pulling you up to dangle in front of him. The backs of your hands and arms scrape against the rough brick of the building he’s pinned you too. It hurts, cutting deep into your skin under the pressure of his strength.

The thing hisses, ripping off the neck guard attached to your respirator. The whole thing goes clattering to the ground. You choke on the poison air, lungs immediately rejecting it.

You tip your eyes to the obstructed sky. Of course it would end this way. It’s the end for you all, isn’t it? Just another body in an alley. Another free apartment for people to fight over. Another headline for people to frown at on the train. You wonder if they would use your name or just leave you as another Jane Doe.

What do the real stars look like, anyway?

He takes a long inhale and freezes in place. You can barely make out wide, frenzied eyes. A hood blocks any of his other features. His breath hastens, chest heaving against yours. What the hell is he waiting for?

Suddenly he reels backward, hissing and spitting. Muttering words you don’t understand. It drops you so suddenly that you collapse to the ground. Unable to gain any footing, still coughing and choking.

“What-“ You’re not even sure why you want to ask it a question. Before you can at all the thing runs away down the alley. Your hand travels up to your neck.

The bite.

A coughing fit sends you doubling over and you blearing grope around the ground for your respirator. At least it didn’t get smashed, you sigh in relief - clipping it back around your face and neck.

Your hands shake and you turn, staring up at that massive skyscraper hanging above the city. It’s taunting you. You feel like you can almost see John staring down at you, toying with you. An anger flares in your body so hot you almost feel as thought you’ve caught fire. He wants to fuck with you? To make you feel weak? To try to lay some sort of claim?

Fine. You can play ball.

A/N: John “you don’t need to know what’s going on, love, just do what I say” Price and Miss “don’t fuck with my independence” Fancy

I don’t love this chapter but I gotta get plot moving and grooving.

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👕Wearing their clothes👕

Part 1

GN MC, sfw, brothers only

Lucifer:

You casually walk by in his button up shirt; just to wear something while you go back to your own room. Unfortunately he spilled hot coffee on you, obviously you needed to change clothes! For those wondering, it was just an accident and you'll probably never see him so embarassed again in your life, so take this moment in!! He is too focused on his embarassment to say anything to you, but he finds you pretty cute in his shirt!

It's not your size MC, but I must admit you look quite adorable.

Mammon:

(I just imagine him going into a coma- ) You put on his T-shirt just to mess with him, obviously not telling him about it, just showing up in his shirt. Okay he blushes and stares, afraid to say anything in particular. Why you must be so casual about it too?? Is this a prank??? Doesn't mind if you keep his stuff as long as you wear them every now and then. It shows off that you are his and his only!!

Wait MC ya should put on this one with the stripes next- I wanna see ya in it!!

Leviathan:

His room was a bit too cold for you but what you are doing right now should be illegal, honestly. He loves to see his aqua sweater on you but you are pretty much lost inside it. His unique take on the situation is that he doesn't want you to take it off but it's also his favourite jumper so pls don't keep it for long MC-

I-I... I don't mind if you wear my clothes MC!!! You- ughhhh.... you look cute!!

Satan:

Now what is going on? He stepped into his room and you greeted him in his shirt- honestly the fact that you just thought and organized his wardrobe (which was a mess of course; despite his best efforts he can only keep it organized for 3 days max) didn't sit right with him.... but why did you have to put on his clothes? He is definitely not the one to judge you about your preferences, but teal looks... interesting on you as well. Maybe that's the point you were trying to make? Well in that case you might be onto something-

I didn's ask you to do this for me but.... I have to admit it needed to be done.

Asmodeus:

If you missed a piece for your outfit you were sure to find it in his room! He keeps stealing your clothes too so at this point you decided it is the best for the both of you to just swap stuff anytime you need to. You were looking at yourself in the mirror when he stepped in. Absolutely loves the idea of you wearing whatever he has!!!

Gosh MC you look soooo adorable!!!! Have you tried this look with that scarf over there? Hang on, I have this hat right here-

Beelzebub:

Okay he mostly wears tanks with hoddies so you are not having a fashion show this time. His clothes are extremely comfy though & once you get your hands on them you don't really want to take them off. His scent is all over them too!!! When he sees you he just blushes and pulls you into a warm embrace; you belong together and that's the only way to be!

MC you are so cute! You can keep it if you want to.

Belphie:

You sometimes just put on his hoodie as you lay together, possibly on your phones. It is regular occasion, he doesn't really mind as he likes the scent you leave on them when you give it back to him. He likes to put his hand in the pocket of his hoodie on you while you cuddle. He also likes to put the hood on your head, zip and unzip it if it's a zipper kind.

Hmmmm you smell so nice MC... aren't you getting sleepy? This is so comfortable right now...

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sanguineterrain · 2 days

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your most recent jason fic has me in a bit of a chokehold and its bc you do so well with the dialogue and the banter!!

HONEYLOVE???#?*×& i need to be physically restrained (i appreciate your fics respectfully)

anyways, the fic has me thinking: imagine it's the same reader, but they know Jason's alive and they're back to being friends again (skipping over the drama of "YOU'RE ALIVE?!?" "yea lmao sorry ily tho") but there's this tension now. and since Jason's not working with a mask anymore (and he's slightly more vulnerable with r), it's him who gets flustered and it's r who does the flirting playful banter. maybe it ends with a kiss (˘ ³˘) ?

i'm such a sucker for a flustered Jason and there's something that tells me he gets really weak in the knees for someone he adores >:) anyways, you can always choose to write this or not but a very big, fat thank you if you do

the reaction pics are SO FUNNY i'm glad you enjoy this au <3

jason todd x gn!nocturne!reader. pt 3 of vigilante reader. this is basically reader just being feral over jason :> they speak for all of us, really. love confessions, tension, somewhat flustered jason, more sparring lols.

pt 1 / pt 2

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Jason Todd is alive. Jason Todd is sitting two feet away, talking about a case.

You can't quite believe it. You went home two days ago and expected to wake up to the whole thing being a dream or the result of a Poison Ivy hallucinogen.

You can't stop staring at him. It's weird. You're being weird. But you can't help it.

Every time you see Jason, you want to look at him for as long as possible. You don't want to forget his face. This new face. Scarred and hardened, but still good. Still loved.

And, well. It's not like Jason's bad looking. Sure, you thought he was cute when you were teenagers. Resurrection makes the heart grow fonder, et cetera.

But now? Now, Jason makes your heart stupid. You can barely contain your desire. It's been two weeks since he revealed himself, and every time you see him, you have to dig your nails into your palms to keep yourself from showing him what he does to you.

Sometimes you think he sees right through you, but if he does, he never acts on it.

"—listening. Yo. Ground control to Major Tom. Are you with me?"

Jason waves a hand in front of you. You blink.

He's unmasked and in a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and dark jeans—the most comfortable you've seen him, actually. His hair is still wet from his shower.

"Sorry," you say, suddenly zeroed in on the three droplets of water sliding down his neck. "I'm listening. Just looking at you."

"'Cause I'm so pretty?" Jason asks, batting his lashes.

You reach over without thinking. He freezes when you wipe the water off of his neck. Then you tuck a curl behind his ear.

"You should let me blow-dry your hair," you say, taking your time in dropping your hand. "It'll take ages to dry in this humidity."

Jason's eyes have gone wide. Pink splotches bloom on the apples of his cheeks.

"Uh." He swallows. You watch his throat bob. "Thanks. Maybe... next time."

"I'll steal Dick's. He's got the fancy sixteen setting one."

That makes Jason smile. "Hm. Some things never change."

His eyes crinkle at the corners. Fondness swells swiftly in your chest.

You stay like that for a moment, caught in each other's orbit.

Jason breaks it first, leaning away. "Right. You should probably get back to the Manor. Br–the others'll probably think I kidnapped ya."

You shrug. "I quit."

"What?"

"Bruce was getting on my last nerve. I can't work with someone like that."

Jason snorts. "Join the club. Look, I can't say I'm not thrilled that you're stickin' it to the old man. But if this is 'cause of me... I wouldn't be mad if you kept workin' with him. Honest. If that's what you wanna do, don't let me stop you."

"Jason." You rest your hand atop his. "I joined this life because of you. To honor you. You taught me how to help people, not Bruce. You taught me what it meant to be kind, to be a part of something bigger than myself."

To love, you don't say.

"I..." He shakes his head. "You became Nocturne for me?"

You close your eyes, then open them. You've cried so many times. You don't want to stay in your grief any longer. Not when he's right in front of you.

"When you died, I..." You take a deep breath. "Nocturne was something to ground me. I think Bruce recognized that. I think he knew how much you meant to me. He didn't have to take a chance on me, and I appreciate that he did. But I've realized that he doesn't know everything. Can't see what's right in front of him sometimes."

You squeeze Jason's wrist. He sighs.

"God, I'm sorry," he says.

"What're you sorry for, Jay? You came back. That's all I ever wanted."

Jason chews his cheek for a moment. Then he stands, chair scraping the floor.

"C'mon," he says.

You follow him to the living room. He moves the armchair, the couch, and rolls up the rug. He disappears down the hall and returns with two thick mats. He tosses them onto the floor.

"Uh..." you say. "What're you—"

"'M gonna show you what y'did wrong that night on the roof."

"Wow. Can't believe you're still single. Being reminded of my shitty combat skills gets me so hot."

Jason rolls his eyes. "Alright, smartass. Just 'cause you quit the Bats doesn't mean you won't go out there and keep helping people. I know you. The least I can do is pick up where Dickface left off in your training."

"The least you can do, huh? I think you just wanna pin me against the floor again," you say, smirking.

He clears his throat. "That—no."

"No?" You step closer and look at him through your lashes. You're so close, you're touching his chest. "What happened to tying me up 'cause I was out when I shouldn't have been? Isn't that another educational technique?"

Jason's throat bobs. "That wasn't—I was just saying things."

"Hm. That's too bad."

You skip right past him, onto the mat, and hold out your arms.

"Okay. Put the moves on me, J.P."

It takes Jason a moment to craft his usual poker face. When he does, he groans. "'M not an evil Gilded Age financier. Still don't like 'J.P.'"

"But you like me-ee," you sing-song.

He shrugs. "Sometimes. Until you give me a heart attack and run into a burning building."

"Wish I could've seen your face for that one," you say as you steel your shoulders and secure your feet.

"Better you didn't. I'm sure there was a vein or two popping outta my forehead." Jason cracks his neck. "Ready?"

"Lay it on me, big guy."

"You first. Attack me like you normally would."

So you do. You step forward and throw a punch similar to the one from your rooftop spar. Jason catches it, of course. But this time, he locks you in a hold. One leg is between yours, and your arms are twisted behind your back with one hand. Humiliating.

"Dude!" You wiggle. Jason doesn't yield. "Jay, come on. No petty criminal is gonna know how to do all that."

"I know. The point of this is for you to know how to use someone's size against them."

Jason presses his cheek against yours. You tamp down your shiver. You can hear his heartbeat.

"Take a breath," he murmurs.

You close your eyes and breathe. Jason's grip doesn't hurt, but you're frustrated by how predictable you are. How he knows your body. A part of you is missing in not knowing him the way he knows you.

"Alright," he says. "Think. What part of me is exposed?"

"Not the important parts, I hope."

You can feel his eyeroll.

"You're hilarious. C'mon, focus. What can you attack?"

"Um... your legs. You trapped my arms, but my and your legs are free."

"Good." The praise warms you. Being this close to Jason will never get old. "What else?"

"What else? Do you have a tail I don't know about?"

"Sucha wiseass," he says, mouth close to your ear. "Your head. You're still able to move your head, and you're close to my face."

"Yeah, I'm not headbutting you. Out of the kindness of my heart."

"I appreciate that, sweets. Sweep my leg."

So you do. Jason goes down easier than he normally would for your benefit.

"'Kay," he says, once again underneath you. Now you have his hands pinned. "Good. Remember what went wrong last time?"

"You bucked me off like a Clydesdale."

He smiles. "Yeah, okay. So what'll you do different?"

"I'm not in my suit," you say. "I don't have extra weight in my boots."

"No, but you don't need it if you keep my legs apart."

"So that was your plan all along, huh? Perv."

Jason coughs. "Ah-hum... I—c'mon, lock my legs."

You grin and spread Jason's legs, using your knees to keep him immobile.

And then you just stare. This time, it's not because you're thinking about the miracle of resurrection (though what a miracle it is). No, you're just thinking, once again, about how your best friend got really, stupidly pretty.

And how you really, stupidly wanna kiss him.

Jason still looks young, but his jaw is now defined. He's got a five o'clock shadow coming on. His lips are full and pink. Freckles dot his cheeks and nose. The nose that still has a bump from when he broke it during a fight with Riddler.

You remember how he played it off for weeks. Bruce said that didn't even cry. But when you asked if it hurt, Jason had said yes.

You wonder when the last time Jason cried was. You wonder how much pain he's suffered since.

You wonder if he knows he's got your heart in the palm of his hand.

"Hey," Jason says. His voice is soft. Shy. "I lose ya again?"

You shake your head. "No. Never."

"There somethin' on my face?"

"You're a lot to look at," you say. "Pretty, pretty boy."

That gets an undeniable reaction. Jason Todd has never been able to take a compliment. You've been exploiting that all day.

Perhaps you know him better than you thought.

He exhales sharply, like you've sucker-punched him. His eyes dart to you. Waiting.

"Your eyes are green," you say. "Like, mixed. Blue and green."

Jason nods. "I—yeah. The Pit. Changed 'em. Changed me."

You lean in. His gaze flicks to your mouth. You watch his Adam's apple bob in a hard swallow.

"They're still pretty," you say. "Always had pretty eyes, Jaybird."

"Heh, right. Even with this shit?" He points to the scar that crosses over his right eye, stopping at his lip.

You let go of his wrists—not that you were holding them that tightly anyway. If this were a real fight, you would've lost ten times over already. Considering how much of you is touching Jason, you happen to be winning hard.

You trace the puckered white flesh with your thumb. Jason flinches but doesn't pull away.

"Your face could never turn me away," you say. "Never."

He closes his eyes and shudders. "Y'too nice to me. Always so nice t'me. Even when we were fighting. Why're ya so good?"

Your lips are a hair from his now. "I don't know how to make it more obvious, Jaybird. I'm absolutely insane about you."

Jason's eyes fly open. He sees your mouth and his breathing increases. You smile.

"Yeah, want you bad. No place I wouldn't follow you. Do anything for you."

Jason makes a strangled noise in his throat. You grin.

"C'mon, big guy. I'm right here. Come have me, Jay. I'm yours."

Jason soars up and kisses you. Swallows you, really. His hands hold your waist for dear life. You wrap one leg around his.

You nip his lip. Jason whines softly. Delicious.

You grab his face, fingers tangling in his curls. Jason sits up, slotting you against him. One hand supports you on your back, the other on your side.

"God—" He breaks away, just barely. "You're way too good for me. Had sucha... sucha crush on ya when we were kids. Y'so sweet."

You blindly find his throat and bite, hard enough to leave a mark. Jason makes a guh sound. You lick the bite to soothe it.

"Missed you," you say into his skin. "Missed you so goddamn bad, Jason."

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah," he babbles, clinging to you as you kiss up his neck. "Yeah, missed you too."

"Not letting you go," you say, almost snarling. You're angry with want, angry at the world for keeping this from you for so many years. "It's you and me now, Jay, mkay? Gonna be mine?"

"Always been yours," he says, panting. Jason finds your lips again. The kiss is messy, uncoordinated. Full of love. "No one but you."

You haven't fallen behind. You're starting anew.

"Never been anybody but you."

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formulas-bitch · 1 day

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Meant to be - mob boss Max x sainz/reader

The room was dimly lit, with the flickering light casting eerie shadows across the walls. The scent of burning candles and expensive cologne filled the air, mixing into a haunting aroma that seemed to hang like a veil between the mob boss and his guest. The two men sat across from each other at a massive, polished walnut table, their expressions carefully neutral as they waited for the other to make the first move. This was a meeting that could potentially change the course of both of their lives, and they knew it.

As the tension in the room grew, Max leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, and spoke in a low, steady voice. "So, Carlos, you understand why I've asked you here tonight." It wasn't a question, but he offered it up anyway, his piercing blue eyes boring into Carlos's brown ones. Carlos nodded slowly, trying to maintain his composure. "Yes, Max. I understand. You want to marry my sister."

"And you're not opposed to that?" Max pressed, his expression unreadable. Carlos took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "No, Max. I'm not opposed to it. But I want you to know that I will protect her with my life. If you hurt her in any way, if you make her unhappy, I will find you, and I will make you pay." His voice was low and steady, but there was an undercurrent of menace that could not be ignored.

The mob boss nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering. "I understand, Carlos. Your sister is very important to you. She's important to me too. I want to make her happy, to give her a life filled with love and luxury. A life she deserves." Max leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin. "But I also need to know that you trust me. That you believe I can provide that life for her. and it will bring our two families together"

Carlos studied the mob boss's face for a moment, searching for any hint of deceit. But there was none to be found. Max's expression was open, honest, and filled with a genuine desire to make his future wife happy. Slowly, Carlos nodded. "I do trust you, Max. And I believe that you can give her that life. A life filled with love and protection, just like our parents did." He paused, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "And who knows? Maybe our two families will find a way to be together, not just through marriage, but as friends too."

There was a brief moment of silence as the two men contemplated the weight of their words. Then, Max reached out, clasping Carlos's hand in a firm grip. "Thank you, Carlos. I appreciate your trust, and I won't let you down. I promise to make your sister the happiest woman in the world."

The tension began to ease, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding. They spoke for several more hours, discussing their families, their hopes for the future, and the challenges that lay ahead. The candlelight flickered softly, casting dancing shadows across their faces as they shared stories and laughter.

As the night wore on, Max excused himself to make a phone call. When he returned, he was carrying a small, velvet box. He placed it on the table in front of Carlos, and a look of pride and anticipation spread across his face. "Carlos, I wanted to give your sister something special. Something that symbolized not only our commitment to each other, but also to the future that we're building together."

Carlos opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring. It was exquisitely crafted, sparkling in the dim light, and Carlos couldn't help but gasp in awe. "It's beautiful, Max. She's going to love it." He held the ring up, admiring the craftsmanship before slipping it onto his own finger. The two men shared a brief moment of silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the significance of the ring and the promises it represented.

As the evening drew to a close, Max stood up, offering his hand to Carlos. "Thank you, my friend. I appreciate your understanding and support. Together, I truly believe we can build a future that our families will be proud of." Carlos took Max's hand, their grip firm and confident. "I'm honored to stand by your side, Max. And I promise to do everything in my power to make sure our families prosper and grow."

The two men exchanged a final, knowing glance before they parted ways. Max walked out into the cool night air, his shoulders back and his chest puffed out with pride. He knew that the meeting with Carlos had gone better than he could have hoped for. Now, all he had to do was wait for the right moment to propose to Gabriela .

In the meantime, he would continue to focus on his work, ensuring that the criminal empire he had built continued to thrive. He had a team of trusted advisors and lieutenants who helped him run things day-to-day, but he remained the undisputed leader, the one they all looked to for guidance and direction. His word was law, and he took his responsibilities seriously.

Max's thoughts often drifted to Gabriela, wondering what she was doing, if she was happy, and if she had given any more thought to their future together. He couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness whenever he thought about her, knowing that he wanted her all to himself. He knew that their marriage would be a complicated one, with their families' pasts hanging over them like a cloud, but he was determined to make it work. He wanted them to have the life that they deserved, filled with love and luxury, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.

In the midst of his planning and preparation, Max received word that one of their rival gangs was making a move on their territory. He knew he had to handle the situation delicately, as any misstep could lead to all-out war. He called a meeting with his most trusted lieutenants, a group of men who had been with him since the beginning. They discussed strategy and tactics, debating the best course of action. Max listened intently, taking each of their opinions into consideration before making his final decision.

As they planned their counterattack, Max couldn't help but think about Gabriela. He longed to share this news with her, to see the look of admiration in her eyes as he discussed his leadership and strategic thinking. He imagined her telling him how proud she was to stand by his side, how much she loved him and believed in him. The thought of marrying her and starting a family together filled him with a sense of purpose and joy that he had never experienced before.

The meeting concluded with a plan of action, and Max left feeling confident that they would emerge victorious. He couldn't wait to share the news with Gabriela and ask for her support and counsel. He knew that together, they would make a formidable team, able to navigate the treacherous waters of the criminal underworld and build a life of love, luxury, and security for themselves and their families.

As he drove home late at night, Max's thoughts once again drifted to the engagement ring and the moment he would propose to Gabriela. He knew that he wanted to do it in a way that was both romantic and memorable, something that would show her just how deeply he felt for her. He considered taking her on a private jet to a secluded island, where he would have a team of chefs prepare a gourmet meal and a string quartet play their favorite songs. But as he pulled into his driveway, he decided against it. He wanted something more intimate, something that felt special just for the two of them.

The next morning, Max woke up early, anxious to see Gabriela. He had arranged for a private chef to prepare breakfast in bed for the two of them, complete with freshly squeezed orange juice and his favorite croissants. As he waited for her to emerge from the bedroom, he couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline, his heart racing with anticipation. When she finally appeared, wearing one of his favorite dresses that showed off her curves, he knew that this was the moment.

With a deep breath, Max got down on one knee and pulled out the engagement ring from his pocket. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and devotion, and asked her the question that had been burning in his heart for months. "Gabriela, from the moment I first saw you, I knew that you were someone special. You're beautiful, smart, and strong. You've been by my side through everything, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love and appreciate you. Will you marry me?"

Tears welled up in Gabriela's eyes as she looked down at Max, her heart racing with emotion. She felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and love wash over her as she gazed into his sincere eyes. "Max," she whispered, "of course I'll marry you." She reached out and took his hand, gently sliding the ring onto her finger. The sparkle of the diamond in the morning light was a testament to the bright future that lay ahead of them.

They stayed like that for a moment, holding hands and soaking in the happiness that filled the room. Max couldn't help but feel grateful for this woman who had come into his life and given him a reason to believe in love again. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, his heart swelling with love and devotion. As they continued to embrace, Max felt a pang of guilt as he thought about the rival gang and the challenges that lay ahead. But for now, he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in Gabriela's arms and forget about everything else.

Gabriela smiled up at him, her green eyes sparkling with love. "I've been thinking," she said, her voice soft and sultry. "I've always dreamed of having a wedding that was as extravagant as your lifestyle. What do you say? We could have it at one of your private estates, with a guest list that rivals the Forbes list. We could hire the best chefs, designers, musicians… anything you desire. It would be our dream wedding, just like you deserve."

Max's heart skipped a beat at the thought of sharing such a moment with her. "That sounds perfect," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life making you happy, and showing you just how much you mean to me."

As they lay there together, lost in their own little world, Max couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He knew that with Gabriela by his side, they could overcome any obstacle, and that together, they would continue to build their empire and live a life of luxury and love.

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cosmerelists · 15 hours

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If Stormlight Characters Read The Stormlight Archive

As requested by @imtheseventh :)

Let's say Stormlight Characters got their hands on The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson--you know, the book written about all of their lives. What would they think of Sanderson's depiction of them?

[SPOILERS FOR STORMLIGHT ARCHIVE THROUGH RHYTHM OF WAR!]

1. Navani

Navani: Say, Dalinar... Navani: Why is Evi's name replaced by Shshsh in all of your POV chapters? Dalinar: ... Dalinar: Ah, so here's the thing...

2. Adolin

Adolin: Shallan, wait! Adolin: This is feeling like a flashback chapter about your life. Adolin: Don't read it to me. It feels weird to find out this way. Adolin: I'd rather wait until you're ready to tell me. Shallan: Ah, so you want to stop listening whenever my past comes up? Shallan: That's exactly what I used to do! High five! Adolin: I don't Adolin: I don't know that this is a high-five moment.

3. Shallan

Shallan: L-Listen, Jasnah... Shallan: I SWEAR I was neither thinking about nor looking at your boobs quite as much as the book makes it sound.. Shallan: I think this Sanderson guy was just projecting! Jasnah: I believe you, Shallan. Shallan: Y-You do? Jasnah: I have to assume he wanted to establish my beauty but felt that it would be less salacious to have it filtered through another woman's perspective. Shallan: Y-Yeah, that makes sense... Jasnah: After all, if you loved my boobs that much, I don't know why you sat there and doodled Captain Kaladin instead of them... Shallan: WHELP TIME TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT

4. Syl

Syl: ... Kaladin: Hey, are you okay? You seem...down. Kaladin: And are you wearing trousers?? Syl: Was...was there something wrong in how I dressed? Kaladin: No? What do you mean? Syl: Like, was it immature? Kaladin: No? Syl: Then why does this Brandon guy call my dress "girlish" like 19 billion times?!? Hoid: Oh, don't worry about that! Writers get weirdly fixated on words! At least you weren't always doing things maladroitly, ha! Syl: ...What? Hoid: Whoops wrong series!

5. Gaz

Gaz: Look...I know I wasn't the Almighty's most perfect guy, but.. Gaz: Could he maybe have written me as slightly LESS of the embodiment of a sniveling cremling?? Gaz: Like, give a guy a break! Vathah: What, too much realism for a fantasy? Gaz: You shut up!

6. Sadeas

Sadeas: I was so upset...so flabbergasted...when Dalinar outmaneuvered me in that disadvantaged duel... Sadeas: But it was all just LUCK?! Sadeas: He didn't maneuver for SHIT! Sadeas: He just happened to have EVERY SINGLE PERSON WITH SUPERPOWERS on his side and they were ALL stupid enough to get INVOLVED Sadeas: It's so much worse now!!! Ialai: At least their dark-eyed captain ruined it at the end. Sadeas: Ugh, yeah, thank the stars for THAT.

7. Kaladin

Kaladin: I actually hate this. Lyn: Why? Kaladin: Hearing about all my friends dying...again...having my actions framed as some type of "heroism"... Kaladin: T-That guy writes me like I'm the hero! Lyn: ...I am fairly certain that you are. Kaladin: Ughhhh...

8. Lirin & Hesina

The Way of Kings sits before them Hesina: ... Lirin: ... Hesina: ... Lirin: ... Hesina: Do you want to go & cry forever over our boys? Lirin: Yes please.

9. Moash

Moash: Wow. Moash: After hearing all about King Elhokar from the perspective of the people who actually like him... Moash: I gotta say... Moash: I was totally right! Moash: That guy is SUCH an asshole!

10. Dalinar

Dalinar: ... Dalinar: ... Dalinar: ... Dalinar: I just can't believe that he STOLE Nohadon’s TITLE.

11. (!) Bonus Vin

Vin: KELSIER WHAT THE HELL

#cosmere #cosmerelists #stormlight archive #stormlight archive spoilers #I thought way of kings was dalinar’s book whoops #edited

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i don’t know what to do ~ carlos sainz

Summary: After the news broke out that Carlos wouldn’t be extending his contract with Ferrari, it leaves you both wondering what was in store for the driver in the future, if anything at all.

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♡♡♡♡♡ Nobody prepares you for the moment when your life is going to change.

There are no warnings, no signs to say “Watch Out! Your life is about to go to hell!”. There is no such thing.

You were on vacation with your fiancé, everything was going smoothly before he had to begin training for the start of the season.

Relaxing on the beach, soaking up the sun and basking in each other’s presence for a couple of more weeks before the chaos would resume.

But you didn’t expect your serenity to be completely blown out of the park with only one phone call.

You hadn’t thought anything of it when Carlos’ manager called him, having been receiving a lot of phone calls as the start of the season grew nearer and nearer. But seeing Carlos’ face as he listened was the first sign that something was definitely wrong.

It wasn’t until he ended the call that you really got a good look at him, at how pale he was and how lost his eyes were. His face held no emotion, his body rigid and his movements almost robotic.

“Amor? What’s wrong?” you took careful steps towards him, not wanting to freak him out or scare him out of his state.

He didn’t respond at first, staring at the floor and seemingly not even hearing what you were saying. He was somewhere deep in thought, not even acknowledging your presence next to him.

It worried you, the way he was staring off into space, a lost look in his eyes telling you more about his problem than he needed.

“They’re replacing me with Hamilton” you would have missed it if you hadn’t been so close to him on the bed.

At first, you thought you hadn’t heard him right. Replacing him with Lewis? Ferrari? That was not possible. Contract negotiations, to be fair, had not been going as well as you guys would have liked, but Carlos had been making progress about his contract for next season.

He had been almost confident about re-signing for another 2 years, minimum.

And yet, now everything seemed like it was for nothing. The call he had just received made his entire world crash down on top of his head, making him feel like he was drowning and there was no way out, your voice calling out to him somewhere far away, out of reach.

“Carlos, baby, I need you to talk to me” you spoke to him softly, trying to coax him out of the state he had been in for the past maybe 10 minutes.

Time seemed to stand still for Carlos, but this time, he heard you. He slowly started blinking, his surroundings coming into clear view once again. The first thing he focused on was the tight hold you had on his hand, the way your soft skin contrasted his rough ones.

Your touch, ever so gentle, lulling him back to reality.

“How could they do this to me? After everything I’ve done for this team, how can they replace me like that?” he questioned, not even knowing if he wanted an answer to his questions.

He was confused, hurt, disappointed, surprised. He didn’t know which of these feelings was more intense.

Your heart broke upon hearing the broken tone in his voice. You couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying, how it was possible that the team just stabbed him in the back like that, completely blindsiding him when they had just started figuring out the renewal of his contract.

“What am I supposed to do now?” his voice brought you back to reality, feeling him squeeze your hand tighter in his.

“I don’t know right now, but we will figure it out, like we always do. Together” you said, turning his face so he could look at you.

The moment he saw the determined look in your eyes, he slowly felt himself calming down a little. Of course, things were far from being solved, but he knew that he would figure it out with you by his side.

A couple of weeks passed since the news broke out that Ferrari would be replacing Carlos with Lewis from 2025, and the atmosphere was slowly starting to get back to normal.

Well, a certain type of normal.

After you let his entire family know about his future at Ferrari now being out of the question, Carlos Sr. had been managing the situation alongside Carlos. That involved many talks about his plans for the future, dozens of calls from team principals regarding possible contracts.

Especially after the Australian Grand Prix, almost every single team principal came calling at Carlos’ door, offering him a contract.

Your fiancé was overwhelmed, for lack of a better word. He seemed to be handling the situation fine from the perspective of someone who didn’t spend every day with him. But from your point of view? He was freaking out on the inside.

A lot of teams have approached him with both good and bad offers, some even with amazing offers any driver would take immediately.

But then why was it so hard for Carlos to settle on a team?

“Amor” you called out to him one night, seeing him hunched over some contracts in his office.

He looked up at you, tired eyes sparkling once landing on you. Your heart broke when you noticed the ever growing bags under his eyes, his forehead lined with creases. He wasn’t your Carlos, he wasn’t the happy and caring man you have come to love over the years.

You missed seeing him smile, seeing him let go of everything during his days off and just enjoying the time he would spend with his family. It seemed like your life nowadays was only filled with contracts and dozens of calls a day.

It was taking a huge toll on Carlos, and you were determined to help him out.

“What are you doing up? What time is it?” Carlos asked, confusedly looking for his phone, his eyes widening once he saw the time.

He had been huddled in his office for almost 4 hours, he even lost track of time.

“I can’t sleep without you, you know that” you explained, walking over to him and rounding the table, taking a seat on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

He sighed heavily, tightening his hold on you and resting his head against the back of his chair.

“I’m sorry, I know I’ve been absent these past few weeks. I’m just really stressed about these contracts and can’t seem to catch a break” he apologized, closing his eyes once he felt your hands waving through his soft hair.

You hummed, focused on doing everything you could to get him to relax, even if for just a couple of minutes.

“I know you’re stressed, and I get it. But you’re overworking yourself, baby. This isn’t healthy for you, you’re wasting the little time you have at home with us on these contracts and we barely see you anymore. We all miss you, the old you” you said, your tone soft.

Carlos knew you were right, he had truly been neglecting everybody except for his manager, Carlos, whom he had been on the phone with almost constantly.

He had been overworking himself, and he needed to make it up to you. He couldn’t risk losing you because he was so caught up in worrying about his contracts. You were more important than them.

“I just don’t know what to do. I feel like whatever I do, I’ll make a mistake. I don’t know who I’ll be racing with next year for the first time in my career and I don’t know how to handle it properly” he confessed, his thumbs lazily drawing circles on the back of your thigh.

“I know, but you have to take some breaks. You’re exhausted, you’ve barely been sleeping or eating. I need you to let me take care of you” you rested your forehead against his, your palm cupping his cheek.

He nodded, closing his eyes and leaning up to peck your lips.

The feeling of his lips on yours felt like a breath of fresh air after drowning for so long. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed him, how much you were craving his touch and the feeling of his body against yours.

You pulled away, gasping for air due to the intensity with which Carlos was kissing you.

“I promise I’m going to be better. No contracts starting from tomorrow, not anymore” he promised, making you smile and nod.

You pecked his lips once again before standing up, taking his hand and leading him towards your shared bedroom. You helped him change out of his clothes and got into bed, hugging him close to you as he rested his head against your chest.

He was asleep within a minute, the calm and soft strokes of your fingertips through his hair and down his back lulling him into a much-needed sleep.

You kissed his forehead before you let yourself fall asleep as well, basking in the warmth and comfort of your fiancé.

And, at the end of the day, no matter what the future may hold, you would always have each other.

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tsukkisdinocollection · 3 days

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Atsumu fluff au where its enemies to lovers ✌💗🤟💗🤟💗🤟 -ur cousin

Not Another Song About Love

⭑Pairing : Atsumu Miya x Reader (Romantic)

⭑ Content Warning(s): Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, reader is implied to have her hair down, swearing, not proofread

⭑ Word Count : 1k+

⭑ Synopsis : In a "playful" argument with your mortal enemy, he ends up confesses his hidden feelings about you.

⭑ Author's Note : thanks for the request girlie 😜 i'm so uncreative that i keep titling my fics with song names whoops

also shit's lowkey ass i can't write pathetic losers like him for my life but i like 'tsumu

God, you hated him so much.

His stupid dark brown undercut, his stupid droopy eyes, that stupid smug grin on his face–

So how did you end up falling in love with him?

Your “enemyship” – as you called it – started when you two met in 4th grade, and he ended up pushing you off the swing because he wanted to go on the swings with his twin brother. You ended up pushing him off back, and the rest is history.

Honestly, you would have forgiven literally anybody else if they did the same thing when you were younger. But something about his annoying face made you want to punch him. Seems like he had the same thoughts, as he played along with your insults and retorts. After being in the same junior high, you had thought that things would change for the better when you enrolled into Inarizaki.

Boy, were you sorely mistaken.

Because as you locked eyes with the same boy, the same boy who you wished to cut all his hair in his sleep with scissors – your heart dropped. He was too, at least you think he was, because he widened his eyes slightly as he looked at his twin brother and back at you. Then, that stupid smirk on his face that he always had returned.

“I didn’t know you were smart enough to get into this school,” he chuckled. His brother leaned forward to take a look at you, sizing you up before sighing.

“I could say the same thing,” you frowned, folding your arms over your chest.

Atsumu let out a giggle, before stretching his arms. “Well, I have to go to class, dearie,” he mocked. “I’ll see you later.”

You rolled your eyes as he walked off with his brother, fists clenching as your hands returned to your sides.

But that was your first year. Now, you two were in your second year, and it was time for you to…turn a new leaf, perhaps. You were going to apologize to Atsumu for starting an immature “enemyship”, only to end up in another argument with him. Serious or not, you couldn’t tell. You both were just saying what was on your mind – and unfortunately causing a scene in front of the rest of his team.

You don’t even know how this happened. At first, you wanted to apologize, but then you ended up like this.

“Maybe I would’ve confessed to you if you didn’t have such a bitchy personality–” he started, eyebrows furrowing. After he spoke, he widened his eyes, slapping a hand over his mouth.

You were about to come up with a smart response when you processed his words.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Shut up!”

One of his teammates seemed to be recording the conversation on his phone shamelessly. You don’t know any of his teammates’ names except for Osamu, but honestly, you couldn’t really care less at that moment. Yet from the corner of your eye, you saw him smirk ever so slightly as he held his phone up.

You blinked, taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. Atsumu whipped his head around the room, the tips of his ears turning red like his cheeks.

“Stop laughing!” he whined, prideful composure lost. He didn’t even remember that half his teammates were watching, and one was recording.

Yet you didn’t stop, continuing to laugh like he had just said the funniest joke in the world. Well, in your eyes, he did.

“No way you’re serious!” you said in between laughs.

As you calmed down, you looked at Atsumu, smile faltering as you noticed how he blushed profusely, and crescent marks began to form on his palms from how tightly he clenched his fists.

“Oh.”

You mumbled, expression falling. You froze in place, face blank.

“Agh!” the blonde cried out. “You’re so mean!”

He suddenly stormed out of the gym, rendering both you and his teammates speechless. In a panic, you ran after him, slamming the gym doors shut.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” one of his teammates asked, leaning closer to Osamu as he whispered in his ear. Osamu shrugged in response.

“He’s been in denial about his feelings towards her for years.”

His teammate only nodded. “You should go after him.”

“Nah. They’ll get through whatever that was themselves.”

As Atsumu ran out the gym, you chased after him, hand reaching out to grab the collar of his jacket and pull him back. Luckily, you managed to grab ahold of his collar, dragging him back and nearly bumping into him in the process. He yelped.

“Hey, what’re you doing!”

He crossed his arms, looking away from you like a child. You sighed softly.

“Do you really like me, ‘Tsumu?”

“I don’t allow you to call me that–”

“Shut up.”

You huffed, leaning in closer to him. Somehow, he turned a brighter shade of red, his complexion similar to a tomato.

“Don’t get so close to me,” he pouted. You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his antics.

“Well? Is it true?”

“Obviously.”

An awkward silence fell upon you two after he spoke. You didn’t know what to say. To be honest, now that his true feelings were revealed, you began thinking about the times you felt your cheeks warm up whenever he came up with some cheesy term of endearment to refer to you as. You knew he didn’t really mean them, but it still caused your heart to feel fuzzy. In a good way, of course. Or, when you couldn’t help attending his matches, using the excuse of “wanting to see his downfall”.

“Hm…I guess I like you too,” you shrugged. His eyes suddenly sparkled as his pout was replaced with a large grin.

“Really!?”

“Maybe.”

He leaped out of your grasp, pulling you closer to embrace him. Your head subconsciously nuzzled against the crook of his shoulder, a sigh escaping your lips as he smiled brightly.

“Soooo,” he began. “Are we enemies still?”

“If you wanna be,” you replied.

“...nah,” he stroked your hair softly, fingers combing through your locks.

“I think I’d like to call you my girlfriend, though.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #miya x reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #hiraya's works 💌

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lenreli · 19 hours

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Hob Gadling & Anger

Hob may have an overwhelming lust for life, but in my opinion that zest itself started with anger. As shown here while talking with the lovely @chaosheadspace!

Anger, that Death took his family, his town. Anger that helped him as a bandit or mercenary.

Anger that easily makes him take two men out with a teacup, in defense of him and his stranger.

And this sort of anger doesn't go away easily. Especially when you're an immortal, who's had 600+ years of fighting instinct by the 2000s, who can be ready to flee or attack at a moment's notice if he's in danger.

This sort of anger never goes away, not even in modern times. It'd be all about controlling it, managing it. Maybe Hob, in the modern times, goes to a gym or boxing ring. A rage room. Underground fight clubs! Martial arts! The possibilities are endless!

Because yes, he has changed in some ways, but this anger won't change, just where it's directed, the day to day use of it. And anger itself isn't a bad thing. It's a neutral emotion, like all others.

This is a man used to violence and anger, and getting rid of that is just a disservice to him.

#netflix the sandman #the sandman #hob gadling #this whole thing started bc of ppl nerfing him in fics to be too 'dumb human who can't look after himself'#like. this man. the one who took men out with a cup #that one #unrealistic #now sure if we're going supernatural/magic then it'd be understandable #but if a human tries to kidnap him or hurt him they'd have a bad time #also the 'hob doesn't like violence. violence is bad and terrible' i see in modern fics is like. lmao. sounds fake #i say all this with love and affection <3 #dreamling

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triggerlil · 13 hours

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little snip/drabble for my post-war WIP

His palms sweat–the receiver slipping in his grip–and he crumples the yellow sticky note Rosie gave him in his fist. What time is it in Japan? Crackling static and a few unbearable moments later, that deep voice and wannabe New Yorker accent he’d recognize across every ocean: “Hello?”

Gale’s voice breaks before he even speaks: “John–”

“Buck.” John is saying; breathless, ecstatic. “Gale.”

“It’s, she's.” He can’t say her name without unraveling. “Marge's gone. Funeral in a week. I can’t–”

John doesn’t even pause to think about it. “I’ll be there, you hear me Buck?”

Maybe he’s doing wrong by Marge, but he’s always done wrong by John. He can't let it happen again. They haven’t spoken in a year, the guilt is unbearable, but it slips out like a broken prayer: “Please.”

“First flight I can get. It’s gonna be alright.”

Gale wants to say thank you but it’s caught in his throat so he uses what feels like ancient code. “Don’t count on it.”

“You bet your ass I’m counting on it, don’t you die on me before I get over there. Now it’s four in the morning for me. You alone? Got anyone coming over?”

Through the grief, Gale can’t help smiling at John being a mother hen for the first time in his life. “Rosie will be over soon, don’t worry about me.”

“Can’t help it. I’ll see you soon, Buck.”

It's like popping the tab on a cool beer, fitting in the last puzzle piece, or sending a letter that changes everything. Once he says it there's no going back, but everything will be better off because of it. "Bucky, thank you."

“Course.”

Neither of them wants to hang up, silence stretching over the line, but eventually, Gale hears the receiver click on the other end. Marge is gone and Gale feels broken, but Bucky is coming home. He's coming home to him and Gale's going to do it right this time.

#clegan #mota #buckbucky #gale cleven #john egan #masters of the air #mota fic #clegan fic #buck x bucky #buckbucky fic #clegan post war #triggerlilfic

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I’m still having a lot of Only Boo thoughts (I am maybe watching todays episode again.)

@respectthepetty I know you’re not at home, so don’t read the rest of the post, or watch the series until you’re ready, but the colors continue to color.

In particular, I’m thinking about the magic of Blue Boys and how once they accept what they feel, the devotion just gets to truly shine.

Kang accepting his feelings for Moo and telling his mom and Neth as well as making it clear that he’s interested in Moo, has opened up a much more attentive and flirtatious side of Kang. The boy is a week out of the closet and has his flirt skills up to 110%. He’s got his hands on Moo in almost every scene, he’s got gifts (the reveal of what he made in his ceramics class with Shone was just 😍) and he is an active participant in Moo’s whims. He’s just very solid. And when he flirts fully with Moo, even Moo can barely handle it. The sucking the sauce off of his thumb and saying “it’s clean now!” Unhinged. I loved it.

Speaking of Shone, I loved the resolution. Shone took his shot and as I had expected, Kang never saw it coming. It’s very telling in the reveal that what Shone made as a plate for Kang but Kang was making a plate for Moo. He was focused on Moo, that he never saw Shone. Shone is also a direct flirter, although much more subdued than Moo. Kang lets Shone down with honesty and kindness and it’s just a very respectful conversation. I adored it.

Moo is full force toward all his dreams, which leads to a very ADHD disaster of staying up to write a song about Kang because he can’t sleep, and he oversleeps at his desk and flies into full ADHD panic and it causes problems. I love they they’re not ignoring this part of Moo.

Keen was fantastic at navigating Moo’s many moods in this episode that swung in and out from his usual cheerful and hopeful self as he navigated the many various relationships in his life. He does a wonderful job of doing the internal work that you can tell how his thoughts shift and it changes the mood. Specifically the conversation with Yos about Tae I’ve watched three times.

Speaking of Tae and Yos, Yos continues to be attacked by various moments that are so close to the life he desperately wants with Tae, but are not romantic. Today we felt each others hearts, fed each other, and gave each other carrot hearts. But that’s not the only flirting Yos gets this episode. The famous Jang (played by the always devastatingly attractive Louis Thanawin) gives Yos encouragement and a candy and the light is so soft. I am also here for this. (GMMTV you could solve all of my problems by giving me an idol throuple in this teen idol show, but you’re not that brave.)

Tae shows some real growth in this episode. Yes his anxiety gets in his way and he loses his temper, but he decides not to go out with a girl and ends up eating with Yos instead. I loved his choice not to throw himself at another girl in the face of disappointment and the apology to Moo is very sweet.

Oh and the end!! Moo showing up despondent to Kang’s evening shop because he didn’t get in which means he can’t ask Kang to be his boyfriend and will have to move abroad, and Kang in a deep wine color (red/purple…red with blue mixed in), reminds Moo that he is right there, he’s not going anywhere and they have time together now. It was just so lovely the way he very seriously pulled out one of Moo’s games from earlier to ask Moo to be his boyfriend and then is waiting to kiss him on the lips until he graduates.

Which leaves us firmly in boyfriends era. What lurks on the horizon? A second chance at stardom…but also the baggage that comes with that. Me thinks our third act problem is going to have to do with one of the fatal flaws that dog all Blue Boys…martyrdom.

#only boo #only boo the series #kangmoo #mookang #taeyos #potaepayos #louis thanawin #the colors mean things #color coded boys in love

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we will be everything we say - Chapter 7

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Feyre Archeron has been best friends with Rhysand Sterling ever since she moved onto the same street when they were kids - the two became absolutely joined at the hip, with nothing able to come between them.

As they get older, life gets more complicated and things get harder. Not everything comes as naturally as it once did. People change, things happen, friends... drift.

But after drifting apart, maybe life can push them back together again, in time.

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a/n: smut ahoy! finally!!!

Chapter 7: twenty-five and twenty-six

Rhys looked down at the passenger seat of his car, brows furrowed as he mulled the simple gift over. Was it too much? To be fair, nothing ever seemed like quite enough to him – Feyre deserved the world and he’d been so head over heels for her for so long that he would hand her the world on a silver platter if he could. But she didn’t know that and tonight was her night, the last thing he’d ever want to do was make her uncomfortable. His brothers said it was fine, Mor said it was perfect – even Amren had given her quiet nod of approval. They wouldn’t deliberately steer him wrong, so he had to just keep moving forward. Either way, there was no world where he was showing up for this empty handed, especially considering they were here to celebrate in the first place.

Pushing the fluttering feeling in his stomach to the side, Rhys grabbed the flowers and small gift box out of the seat, climbing out of the car and locking it behind him before striding into her apartment building with as much confidence as he could muster. In any other situation he’d be as cool as anything, but anytime Feyre was involved Rhys managed to constantly feel like a stumbling teenage boy falling ass over feet every damn time. Even through the hiccups the two had experienced between them, Rhys never stopped caring for her. Never stopped loving her either, though he’d never admit it to anybody’s face. It was absolutely, totally not platonic, incredibly soul-crushing love. After the two of them had come back into each other’s lives again it was almost as if everything had picked up exactly where they had left off, only Rhys’ feelings towards her had never quite ebbed away. If anything, they had gotten stronger, but it was something that he would unpack and stash away in the depths of his head another day. For now, he made his way up the few flights of stairs with his hands gripping a little too tightly onto Feyre’s presents and knocked on her door with a deep breath.

He already felt a little bad that everyone else had been able to arrive before him – he’d come straight from working, a day full of meetings and networking to try and keep expanding his fashion business for the better. Rhys’ crisp white button up was rolled up at the sleeves, bunching around his elbows, tucked into a crisp pair of black slacks, and paired with some of his most uncomfortable but stylish dress shoes – it was clear he’d come right over as soon as he could. The slight guilt gnawing at him melted away as Feyre opened the door for him though, flinging it open without abandon and beaming at him from the threshold as he quickly slipped the gift box into his pocket.

“Finally, Rhys my dear!” The absolute joy in her voice warmed his bones.

“Hello, Feyre darling.”

Without hesitation they wrapped each other in a tight hug, Rhys taking care not to crush the flowers in his hands. As he held her close for that moment, he noticed that she smelt like the tang of acrylic paint and soft lilac, like walking into a warm room on a cold day and the jasmine she had growing on the windowsill. She smelt like Feyre. Like home. They pulled apart before Rhys could get any more lost in the moment, quickly bringing the flowers up and handing them to her with reverence in his eyes, Feyre taking them with a smile that lit up the room.

“Rhys, you’re so sweet, this is too much.”

“Nothing’s too much for you, especially when you just sold your first piece! You can’t stop me from celebrating such a huge achievement for you.” He placed his hand on the side of her arm, giving a light but reassuring squeeze.

“Oh, no, I mean it’s literally too much,” Stepping to the side a little, Feyre gestured to her kitchen bench which was absolutely crammed with flowers in different shades running the gamut of the rainbow. Rhys’ flower arrangement added another pop of blues and whites into the assortment, daisies and cornflowers poking out brightly amongst baby’s breath and peonies. He simply chucked in turn, shrugging slightly.

“Well, you can’t say that you don’t deserve it. You’re one of the most talented people I know, it’s about time the art world saw that too.”

Rhys could spot a slight blush creeping up on Feyre’s cheeks – she’d never been very good at acknowledging just how talented and clever she was, and tonight was no different. As she began to open her mouth to respond, Cassian meandered over, pulling Rhys to his side with a grin as he dragged him further into the living room before he could protest.

“Rhys, come say hi to everyone first – we’ve barely seen you since you moved back, you’ll have plenty of time to continue singing Feyre’s praises later!”

Cassian had a point – Rhysand had liked New York, enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city, but it was so… lonely. He never regretted moving there in the first place as it was key to him getting his own business off the ground – though he did regret the awful, self-conceited redhead he’d tried to date for a few months there before it fell apart – but he missed being able to gather with his friends on a whim or just pop by their houses. To see them out and about on the street and make a day out of it. Seeing Feyre in all of her glory was simply an added bonus. Rhys had moved back to Prythian few months ago and it felt right, especially since Feyre and her sisters had never left, along with many of their friends still living in town or staying close by in the next town or two over. It had taken him a little while to get settled back into living in Velaris, but now that he was there on his own terms it felt liberating. So Rhys conceded and did the rounds about the room, happily drinking and making merry with everyone who he loved most in this world.

Nesta and Cassian had not long gotten engaged and Cassian couldn’t resist flaunting the most disgustingly sweet PDA he could manage whenever Nesta would allow it. Nesta kept insisting they were going to have something lowkey, but every time Cassian nodded along, anyone could see the twinkle in his eye – he was going to wheedle her into going big wherever he could. Tastefully big, but big nonetheless. Incredibly fitting for the two of them, especially considering the amount of times Rhys had seen Cassian naked against his will. That man never knew how to secure a towel around his waist back in college to save his life and had not an ounce of shame, even to this day.

Azriel and Gwyn were happily cuddled up in a corner, finally admitting to what everybody already knew – that they had been dating, and for several months at that. Azriel and Elain had almost had a thing a few years prior, especially when Az had been too shy to try and even approach Gwyn, but they’d both mutually decided it was for the best that they stuck to being friends. The two were still on wonderful terms, and Azriel and Gwyn were quietly giggling to themselves as they watched Elain and Lucien try to subtly hold hands without anybody noticing. The two recognised what her and Vanserra were doing easily as it was a game the two had tried to play themselves long ago. Rhys couldn’t help but smile a little, just glad that everyone was getting along.

Amren and Varian were simply… Amren and Varian. Whatever was going on between the two, nobody would know about until long after it happened. Were they engaged? Married? Committing murders and atrocities on the side? Beyond the two of them, who knows. Either way, they were on the couch chatting to Nesta animatedly, debating something that was probably far more niche than anybody else was willing to participate in.

Emerie was also pitching in with her own opinions where she could, seemingly using the conversation as a distraction from the occasional coy glance her and Mor would throw at one another with the subtlety of a brick through a window with a love note tied to it. Emerie always claimed to be too busy with her work as the manager of one of Rhys’ brick and mortar stores over in Windhaven, but she always managed to find time whenever Mor would stop by and check in on how everything was going and what the sales trends were. ‘Part of my job as a designer,’ Mor would say. Honestly, Rhys was just happy that his cousin was happy.

Even Jurian and Vassa had managed to make it – they were originally suppliers that Rhysand had made contact with on Lucien’s recommendation when his fashion business was in its infancy, but they’d quickly grown into fast friends of the group and made sure to meet up with everybody whenever they were in Prythian from overseas. It was a rarity that they were able to make it to these little parties and get-togethers, but it was always a joy to see them.

The hours flew by around them like they were mere minutes – everybody was talking, laughing, eating, drinking. Exactly how things should be, should feel. Warm and comfortable and happy. It was wonderful seeing Feyre absolutely in her element, showing off her piece that sold along with other works in progress. Ever since she’d picked up her artistic ventures again a little while after they’d reconciled, she had been doing nothing but going from stride to stride. It was hard to convey the sheer amount of joy it brought him to see her succeeding like this, but for the time being he held his tongue. Last thing she needed was their best friends needling at him about being ‘down horrendous’ right in front of her – not that they were wrong, though.

Soon enough, the late night hours began to crawl toward early morning and people were filtering out one by one. Jurian and Vassa were the first to leave since they had to catch a flight the next day and it didn’t take long for everyone else to slowly taper off afterwards, each with their own commitments or just from exhaustion seeping into their bones. Eventually it was just Rhys, Feyre and Mor all sat around together in the living room talking about nonsense. The clock ticked just shy of one in the morning when his cousin got up with a dramatic stretch.

“Well, it’s been fun you guys, but unlike you two, I have places to be tomorrow that require my beauty sleep.” Mor wiggled her eyebrows slightly with a little smirk.

“Ooh, what’s the occasion? Out to break hearts, or maybe swindle someone dastardly?” Feyre posited, giggling slightly as she leaned forward onto her knees while Rhys simply rolled his eyes.

“Not too far off, actually. I’m planning on finally asking that cute friend of your sister’s out on a date! And with these looks, who could resist?” She moved toward the door to Feyre’s apartment, grabbing her purse along the way with a sly smile and no lack of confidence about her.

“Christ, it’s about time. I could see you and Emerie practically undressing each other with your eyes all night – it’s definitely going to go well.” Rhys punctuated his sentence by finishing off the wine he had in his hand.

“That’s for me to know and for you guys to find out later. See you guys, and congrats again Feyre!” Mor blew them kisses as she waltzed out the door, a smile on Feyre’s lips as she watched her leave.

The atmosphere, while already fun and relaxed, settled into something cozier and comforting as Mor left – no matter what happened in life, Rhys and Feyre always stuck together to celebrate or commiserate and tonight was no different. It was moments like these Rhys’ heart couldn’t help but clench, desperately wanting to claw its way out of his chest and spill its contents before her. She was always so gorgeous, the moonlight flowing in through her wide apartment windows making her look utterly ethereal as she rose from the floor, plucking Rhys’ glass from his hand before grabbing her own and meandering to the kitchen. Feyre held the bottle up, looking at him with her eyebrows raised in questioning before he muttered a ‘please,’ and she filled their glasses up once more.

“While I’m never one to complain about having a drinking buddy, let alone such fine company as yourself, don’t you have to drive home?” Her brow furrowed with concern as she screwed the cap back onto the bottle, grabbing both of their glasses before coming back to settle on the couch right next to Rhys, side pressed to side. He could feel his heart skip a beat almost as if it was on cue.

“Ah, I could always take an Uber home or something. Besides, I know where you live and it’s not that far.” He chuckled lowly, clinking his glass with hers before taking a sip.

“…Or you could just stay over? You know you’re always welcome here, my house and your house have always been one and the same anyway!” Feyre practically beamed at him and fuck, who was he to deny her when she smiled at him like that? All joy and mirth and perfectly content?

“Well shit, I guess you’ve twisted my arm – absolutely no other option, I’m going to camp out here forever now. Hope you like me laying all over your apartment in my off time.”

Feyre’s head tipped back with laughter, a hand lightly smacking his chest before coming to settle on his leg. If he didn’t know any better, he could swear he could feel his skin searing under her touch. He forced his mind to other things, like the gift box burning a hole in his right pocket – he knew she’d probably think it was too much, but surely everyone deserved to spoil their best friend once in a while, right?

Fuck it, he thought. What's the worst that could happen? Take the chance.

“Though, since tonight has been all about celebrating, I actually have an extra little gift for you. Y’know, for you getting your name out there and everything for the first time in a professional sense,” He leaned forward to set his glass down on the coffee table, fishing the deep navy rectangular box from his pocket. Rhys gently set it on her lap, a small but genuine smile beginning to creep up on his face. “Open it.”

Feyre set her own glass on the table before tentatively beginning to pry it open. Inside it laid a necklace – a little silver heart-shaped lock pendant, a single small diamond on the front of it, hanging from a matching delicate chain. It looked like the stars were dancing in Feyre’s eyes as she looked it over, turning the pendant in her hands only to see a slight inscription – the date that her first piece had sold. Rhys could see her eyes going a little glassy as he opened his mouth to speak before she beat him to it.

“Rhys, this is gorgeous. I don’t deserve something as lovely as this, it’s too much.”

“You have worked so, so hard to get to where you are. Taking up art again, going back to college and finally finishing your degree, busting your ass to keep creating and working and putting yourself out there. If anything, it’s not enough. You deserve so much, Feyre.” He could feel more sitting on the tip of his tongue like a weight, but he could feel the air knocked from his lungs as her gaze met his expectantly, handing him the necklace carefully.

“…Can you help me put it on?”

“O-Of course. C’mon, turn around.”

Rhysand’s breath hitched in his throat as they shifted, him moving to face her as she turned her back to him. She gathered her long, golden-brown curls with a delicate sweep of her hands before pushing them upwards to allow him access. He snaked his arms over her shoulders, fumbling for a moment with the clasp – he didn’t want to have the pendant fall off, but the expanse of skin across the nape of her neck and his proximity to it was enough to drive any man insane. Rhys brought his hands towards her collar, fingertips brushing feather-light against her neck, as if it was a sin to be touching something so pure and holy as he pulled it through. He could swear he heard Feyre’s breath catch as he brought the clasp back together, fingers occasionally pressing against the nape of her neck as he did so.

Hesitantly, Rhys pulled his hands away, moving an arm to rest on the back of the couch while he took the flicker of a moment between them to drink her in. He watched her shift, hands coming to touch the necklace hanging delicately around her neck with something he could almost mistake for reverence. Feyre moved to sit facing forward once more, head turned toward him with something sweet behind her eyes that he couldn’t quite place. Earlier, as their friends had slowly filtered out through the night, Feyre had brought the lights down lower to suit the more cozy atmosphere, and right now the warm light mixed with the white-blue glow of the moonlight to make her look like a vision before him. It was almost impossible to keep the warmth of his affection off his face, and he probably looked stupider for it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. She smiled at him, radiant as ever with a giggle floating from between her lips.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, hm?”

“Nothing, just… You look stunning, that’s all. I was worried you might not like it.”

A pink crawled onto her cheeks, quickly deepening into a red and blotting out the constellations of her freckles as her eyes broke from his. “How could I not? You know me too well - even if it looked atrocious, I’d still wear it because it’s from you,” It was Rhys’ turn to feel his face warm then. Before he could even muster a response, she had practically thrown herself over the couch toward him and wrapped him up in an embrace with her arms snaked tightly around his neck. It was almost instinct to move his arms around her waist in turn, bringing her in as close and tightly as he could muster. “Thank you for always being in my corner, Rhys. Being there no matter what, even when I’m being a dumbass. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

“…I’d walk to the ends of the Earth and then some for you, darling. Just say the word.”

Feyre pulled away slightly, sitting back on her knees as she brought her hands down to rest against the sides of his arms. His own hands moved to rest lightly on her waist, not daring to sink toward her hips despite how desperately he yearned for it. “You don’t need to be dramatic Rhys, it’s just me.”

He simply chuckled lowly, heart practically jumping out of his chest – whether it was ten years of preamble or a few too many glasses of middling wine talking, he felt a bit more brazen than he’d normally allow himself in front of her right now. He knew his heart wouldn’t stop trying to lurch through his throat if he didn’t say what was weighing him down like lead in his mouth. “Feyre, for once I’m not being dramatic here. Do you realise how much I would lay down for you? The one fucking person in this world who I trust with everything? You know more of my embarrassments, my failures, my hopes, my dreams than literally anybody else in this world and I am so lucky that you trust me enough to let me in and know yours, too. They mean everything to me. You mean everything. You have always been the one bright spot I can count on in my life if everything else fails. Like stars in my night sky. So if you told me to sell my business, make a fool of myself, burn it all down? For you? I’d do it. You’re the only person I’d do any of it for.”

“…You really mean all that?” Feyre looked almost shocked, stormy blue eyes looking almost glassy. No matter what he said, it felt like he couldn’t ever convey just how fucking deeply he felt for her. Had been feeling for her for so fucking long. He was so tired of sitting on it, of seeing how she constantly devalued herself to seem more palatable to everybody around her. If anyone deserved to be treated like a goddess among mortals in his eyes, it was Feyre.

There was never anybody else.

A soft smile split his face, gaze flicking to the ceiling for a moment before meeting her eyes again. One hand moved from her waist, shifting to cradle her chin in his fingers so carefully –like priceless art being handled by knowing hands. “Shit, how many times do I have to tell you I love you before you believe it, Feyre?”

“I love you too, Rh-“ He brushed her bottom lip with his thumb lightly, stopping her in her tracks as he leaned in closer.

“No, Feyre – when I say I love you, I mean I love you. I’ve loved you since we were teenagers, I loved you when we weren’t speaking, and I love you now. You, Feyre Archeron, are endlessly kind and forgiving and prickly and beautiful. You are braver than you give yourself credit for and you are one of the smartest people I have ever met,” Rhys could hear her shakily exhale as he pressed his brow with hers, the hand at her waist tightening ever so slightly. “For twenty years you have been my best friend, and for at least ten of those years you have been the subject of all my fantasies. All of my daydreams. When we said that it was going to be us against the world, that you were stuck with me forever, I meant forever. That is, of course, if you’ll have me.”

Their lips were mere millimetres apart, the softest brushes sending electric shocks all the way through Rhys’ spine. The hand on her chin moved to the side of her face, thumb brushing over her cheek softly, a slight tremble the only indication that he was holding anything back.

“So, will you, Feyre?” Rhys dropped his voice down low, barely above a whisper but heavy and full of longing.

“H-Huh?” She mumbled, seeming to have been lost in her own little reverie.

“Will you have me?”

What was only a few seconds, a mere beat between them, felt like an eternity until she feverishly pressed her lips to his, electric currents shooting through his nervous system so much it felt like fireworks. For the first time since she’d kissed his cheek that day outside of her house, it felt like the tilt of his world had finally been righted as he snaked his hand into her hair and greedily pressed her closer.

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Feyre always knew that there was something… else simmering under the surface with her relationship with Rhysand Sterling. Something searing, something peculiar, something… living. She’d felt it since they were young and never knew what to make of it – she assumed it was just a feeling that came with being so deeply entwined in someone’s life for so long. It was a feeling that she hadn’t ever been able to replicate or feel with anybody else – not with high school flings, not with Tamlin, nobody. But as Rhys was talking to her, laying everything and then some out before her about how he felt? The feeling that jolted straight to her belly as his lips brushed over hers so tenderly? It all began to make sense.

Then, as she threw caution to the wind and finally pushed her lips hastily against his, Feyre finally felt truly alive.

Rhys’ hand moved into her hair, knotting itself firmly as he pulled her close like his life depended on it. The searing pull against the base of her scalp, the heat of his body against hers, the clashing of lips and tongues and teeth, swirled into a delightful murky haze through her senses that brought her world’s focus down to him and only him. How had they not been doing this? How had she even lived without knowing how he felt pressed up against her? There was no hesitation as she climbed into his lap, straddling him with her hands gripping his shoulders like a vice.

“Yes,” She breathed against his lips, her chest pressing against the hard planes of his own. His lips began to curl into a smile beneath her own.

“Yes what, Feyre?”

If her face wasn’t flushed before, it certainly was now. She knew he was teasing, always taking immense joy in riling her up. “You know what.”

She tried to press forward again, but he stopped her before gripping her jaw gently with a mischievous smirk, a finger coming to rest on her cheek. “I need to hear you say it. Say you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have you, Rhys,” Her eyes flicked up to find his gaze, his pupils wide with want and admiration and everything in between. It made her heart feel full and a fire begin to lick at the base of her stomach to see that she made him like this. “Sorry you had to wait so long.”

“Baby, I would have waited five hundred years if it still meant I got to kiss you.”

A whine slipped from her throat involuntarily and she could feel his hands shifting, one sliding down from her hair to press her closer at her back whilst the other began to slide unsubtly into the back pocket of her jeans – not that she minded in the slightest. Even if she didn’t quite have the words yet, it didn’t escape her just how right being here with Rhys like this felt. She’d entertained the thought in high school that she might have a crush on him, that she might even love him, but she brushed it off as teenage hormones because she was just so close to him. Besides, it was natural to love your best friend.

To love them so much that you snuck out of your house in the dead of the night to hang out.

To love them so much that you’d make up excuses for why you couldn’t be with your boyfriend that weekend just so you could see each other for the first time in weeks.

To love them so much that, even when you were the one who asked for space, all you could do was tear yourself up over the fact that they’re not there and you wish they were.

To love them so much that you didn’t entirely realise you’d been in love with them the whole fucking time, and you knew it in your heart but were too scared to admit it until he said something first.

She was distracted from her musing and beating herself up about how she had been so blind for so long by a firm but tender squeeze to her ass, Rhys beginning to pepper her jawline with kisses oh-so-sweetly. Feyre didn’t hesitate to expose more of the column of her neck to him, pressing her hips down teasingly against him with a dreamy sigh. She relished every touch, every kiss as he moved slowly but surely down the length of her neck to her shoulder with tantalising slowness, but it wasn’t quite what she was looking for. The warm, flickering fire that had began at her core and the pit of her stomach had spread into a syrupy, intoxicating sensation across her senses, her skin, her body that demanded… more. There was so much lost time to make up for – there would be time for tenderness later.

Both of her hands moved into the inky black locks of his hair, pulling his mouth off her with a small longing groan on Rhys’ part as he looked up at her.

“If you don’t want to go any further than this, you don’t ha-“

Fucking hell, he was so much kinder toward her than he had any right to be. It sent a shot of arousal straight through her, further spurring her on as she leaned down to brush her lips teasingly against the shell of his ear. It made a delicious shiver go through him and Feyre brought her voice down low and quiet, a treat just for the two of them.

“Rhys, you’re so sweet, but I was kind of hoping…” Feyre tugged his earlobe roughly with her teeth, grinding down roughly against the rapidly hardening length of him. It drew the most ragged, low moan from him as he visibly struggled not to drag her in closer. “…We could make up for lost time?”

“Fuck, Feyre,” Rhys’ voice was strained, intertwined with lust and awe. At her – she’d still struggle to believe it if he wasn’t right here in front of her. His hands shot to her waist, pulling her right down against him as he rolled his hips upwards. “Tell me what you need.”

“Y-You,” Her thoughts struggled to coalesce into anything coherent beyond the pure instinct and want that addled her brain. “Just you. You won’t break me, promise.”

Feyre punctuated her sentence by shucking off the loose t-shirt she had been wearing, tossing it to the side as she had a flicker of regret at not wearing a nice bra today. That flicker was extinguished the moment she caught the way Rhys was looking her over, his gaze hungry and practically drinking her in. It made her feel like there was live electricity coursing through her all the way through to her fingertips. Their hands worked almost in tandem now, Rhys’ working to undo the button of her jeans while her own moved clumsily to untuck his shirt before fussing over the buttons on his dress shirt. He was finished his task before her however, cutting Feyre’s mission short by simply pulling his shirt open and letting the buttons clatter helplessly into the couch.

Fucking hell.

Now it was Feyre’s turn to groan at the sight of him – night black whorls she had only ever been given mere glimpses of now on full display before her across the broad expanse of his warm chest. Before she could overthink it, she moved down to trace her tongue along the lines of every swirl and line, Rhys’ shirt joining her own on the floor beside the couch as she continued her ministrations. His hands, still adorned in gleaming silver bands that made her gasp at the sensation, travelled quickly up her back to unhook her bra with surprising deftness. Pulling her hands away to readjust, she dropped the garment onto the couch beside them before Rhys was gently pushing her away.

“Get up,” he purred, voice melting over Feyre’s brain like warm butter permeating her consciousness. She obeyed without thinking twice, keeping her eyes locked squarely on his as he stood from the couch. Rhys’ hand moved to cup her face, the other palming greedily at her breast. “So fucking gorgeous. My perfect girl.”

He used a foot to knock her legs wider before sinking to his knees, yanking her jeans down roughly along with him. Rhys was so delicate in the way he helped Feyre out of her pants, a stark contrast to the hunger he prowled back up the outside of her leg with. He left a trail of kisses – ankle to calf, knee to thigh, thigh to hip – that had Feyre transfixed and her breathing a little ragged as she watched. The expression on Rhys’ face changed from reverie to mischief in a blink, flashing his signature grin at her as he began to pull her panties down with his teeth at a pace that was tantalisingly slow. She couldn’t get enough of the show, but Feyre couldn’t help but be aware at how wanting she was, how empty her cunt felt. A desperate, whiny little whimper escaped her.

The minute her panties hit the floor, Rhys snatched them up like they were a lifeline – an invaluable tether as he held the soaked-through gusset of them close to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyelids fluttering closed in what seemed like an indulgent moment of bliss. “So much better than I could have ever dreamed,” Rhys murmured, eyes locked with Feyre’s as he quickly tucked them into his pocket for safekeeping.

She felt like a goddess before him, being blessed with her first apostle, so ardently dedicated and worshipping of her in a way she couldn’t have ever pictured. It felt heavenly.

Rhys’ lips lightly traced along the inside of her leg, a shiver running down her spine as her hands slid into his soft curls. His hot breath breezed over her core before licking a long stripe up her centre, while she pulled at his hair. A moan warbled out of her mouth shakily.

“I... Ah, fuck, I n-need you Rhys, please.”

He hummed against her folds, her hips canting against his face of their own accord at the sensation. “You have me, darling.”

“I need you inside me, or I’m going to f-fucking lose it.”

That got his attention.

He shot onto his feet like a bat out of hell, Feyre standing on her tiptoes in an effort to hook her leg over his hip. Rhys helped her out the rest of the way, grabbing the backs of her thighs to hoist her up, her legs locking around his waist firmly. She could feel the cool metal buckle of his belt pressed against her cunt, a small squeal leaving her lips before it was stolen by Rhys’ lips pressing against hers once more in a frenzy. He carried her with full confidence through her apartment, knowing exactly where her bedroom was – he’d been here so many times before, but seeing him so self-assured really did something for Feyre. Her arms were firmly snaked around his neck, one hand reaching up into his hair to force him closer, the other digging relentlessly into his back.

He only broke the kiss as they burst through her bedroom door, though it didn’t stop him from suckling and biting at her neck. “You have condoms in here?”

“If you- ah- stop touching me right now, I swear to god, I will k-kick you out,” Rhys lowered her onto the bed gently before beginning to climb over her, still maddeningly too clothed for her taste. He looked absolutely delectable in his well-tailored pants and belt, dress shoes still on somehow and jaw slightly agape. His pupils were blown wide as he took in the breadth of what she’d said, but she really wanted to speed this realisation along. Her hand shot down, palming his cock roughly over his pants. “I’m on birth control, now fuck me already.”

The clanking of his belt buckle and the accompanying thwip as he yanked it out of his belt loops made Feyre’s skin break out in goosebumps. “Whatever you want, pretty girl, I’ll give you. I’m all yours.”

He took a moment to coax her onto her stomach, guiding her wrists above her head before wrapping his belt around them until the leather dug into her flesh slightly, a delicious pleasure-pain as he restrained her. “All mine,” Feyre said in turn, pressing her ass into the air to tease him into giving her exactly what she was after.

The lack of his body’s warmth against her made her shiver slightly, the sound of his shoes being discarded and the rustle of fabric from behind her making her even slicker at her core than she already was in sheer anticipation. Soon enough he was behind her again, hands on her hips to pull her back against the searing length of him and splay her out exactly as he wanted. As much as Feyre was desperate to get a glimpse of his cock – her cunt fluttered just feeling the length and girth of him pressed against her backside – she knew, in the back of her mind, she would have plenty of time to get well acquainted[c6] . Suddenly Rhys’ hand was in her hair, wrenching her head back as he leaned over her.

“Gonna let take you, baby? Let me mark you up and make sure all your neighbours know who’s cock you’ll be coming on? You’re gonna be so good for me, right? I’ll make sure that my cock fits inside you so well.” His free hand was over her core, thumb idly tracing circles on her clit.

“Yes, yes, I’ll take it all. I’ll be so good, please.”

With that his hand pulled away from her centre, moving back to grip her hip bruisingly tight as he notched himself at her entrance, thrusting into her and oh god, the stretch of it all made Feyre release the most wanton moan into the bedsheets. Her brow pressed against the bed with eyes clenched shut as she focused solely on the delightful sting, the way she felt just that little bit closer to right, to the full sensation she was chasing.

“Christ, Feyre, you’re better than any fantasy, did you know that? So tight and dripping just for me.” Rhys murmured in her ear, showering her in sweet words and mind-meltingly delightful praise. He pulled back before pushing in again another few inches, Feyre muttering curses under her breath between please and more and yeses.

Rhys pulled himself out almost entirely, tip nearly slipping out of her with a whine before he slammed all the way home and Feyre screamed as she flung her head back, walls pulsing around him as he hit a spot inside that made her mind go blank for a few moments. The exposed line of her neck allowed Rhys to litter the creamy expanse of skin all the way down to the curve of her shoulder with dark purple hickeys, ah-ah-ah spilling from her lips like prayers as he kept slamming in relentlessly in conjunction with his ministrations. There was nothing except him and her and the way he was practically splitting her in two and the sting of the marks that told the world she was his. Nothing else in this world would feel quite as right to her as this moment, right now, merely a slave to the pleasure Rhys was more than willing to provide.

That telltale tension at the base of her spine continued to build with no signs of slowing down. She couldn’t help but begin to babble sugary-sweet nonsense from her mouth totally unfiltered, nothing but love and adoration and utter bliss that she was swimming in all verbalised. “Fuck, fuck, Rhys, I lo-love you- Love you so mu-uch. All yours, all yo- mmh!”

His pace picked up, much less measured and more animalistic as his hand flew from her hair to smack her ass sharply. She couldn’t help but moan like a whore in response. “Yeah, y-yeah you are. Love you so fucking much, nobody else for me but you, Feyre.” The way he was losing himself in her only brought her ever closer to the edge of her release – the way he was so gone for her made her only fall deeper and deeper into her feelings for him and she didn’t want it any other way. “Gonna be a good girl and come with me? H-Huh? Fucking take it, come for me, take it-“

With that last little drop of praise she was gone, sobbing a little with the intensity of her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenched around Rhys’ cock relentlessly, feeling every twitch of it as he painted her inner walls with cum, letting out a series of filthy moans into her ear. It felt like a small eternity as those tidal waves slowly eased into a lapping tide, until the both of them were well and truly spent, fucking her right through until the two of them were curled up together in her messy sheets. Rhys moved to undo the belt around her wrists, throwing it haphazardly off the bed and onto the floor. Feyre let out a small whine as he pulled out of her, pressing her ass against him as she felt his spend leaking out onto her inner thigh. It didn’t escape Rhys’ notice, his fingers dipping low to lazily sweep through and push it right back into her, a subtle act of possession that was far hotter than it had any right to be.

She rolled over to face him, unable to bear another moment without being able to look at that perfect face and smile softly at him, perfectly sated. Rhys simply smiled back, pressing soft and lazy kisses to her mouth with the cutest, most dopey expression shaping his features. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her as closely to him as he could manage while the other pressed her head gently into the crook of his neck. Their skin was slicked in a sheen of sweat, the stickiness of it all ensuring there wasn’t a single gap between them.

There was nowhere else she’d rather be.

“You know you’re stuck with me forever now, right? Love you too much t’let you go ever again.” Feyre mumbled, the weight of sleep already starting to take her so easily in Rhys’ arms.

“Of course, and you’re insane if you think I’m letting anybody else s’much as look at you. Us against the world, right? Always has been.” Rhys murmured in her ear, a gentle kiss pressed into her hair.

“Always will be.”

Feyre pressed a tender, gentle kiss to his neck before drifting off into sleep. Her sleep was restful and dreamless, something that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. She almost would have thought the whole previous night was a dream if it wasn’t for the warmth of him and his near-violet eyes greeting her in her bedroom the next morning. As long as she was with Rhys, she knew every day would feel like a dream no matter what.

She’d be forever grateful that it was her new reality.

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