#brynn's requests

[caelestis-composition]

⭒ kazuha/reader: the best caretaker ⭒

request for anon: hi! can i request a kazuha fic where reader is sick and faints (not anything super serious) and he helps them feel better?

we’re gonna pretend this didn’t take me two whole weeks to write ok

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pairing: kazuha/gn!reader (no pronouns used for reader)

characters: kaedehara kazuha, various crux fleet/alcor crew members

genre: fluff

word count: 2079

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You’re pretty sure you’re coming down with something, if the persistent full-body ache, sore throat, and fatigue that has tormented you the past few days means anything. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to fulfill your duties aboard the Alcor, so much so that others are starting to notice something’s wrong. You know if you asked Captain Beidou for a few days of rest, she’d grant you permission in a heartbeat—she has always been kind to her crew, and nothing would change now—but you refuse to do so.

It’s just a cold, you tell yourself. You’ll just sleep it off, it’s no big deal.

And yet, as the days draw on, it becomes harder to drag yourself out of bed. The rocking of the ship makes you dizzy, you hurt too much to pick up anything heavy, and you can barely get through a sentence without breaking into a coughing fit. Put simply, you’re miserable.

Your crewmates’ worry has increased tenfold as you’ve gotten worse—though, no one seems quite as worried as your partner, Kazuha. Even when you’re well, the samurai is never far from your side—now, it seems he’s practically glued to you, despite reassuring him that you’re fine.

You can tell he doesn’t believe you, his mouth pressing into a thin line and his brows drawing just barely downward each time you brush off his concern. You appreciate it, really, but you’re not going to let a little cold get in the way of your work, at least not more than it already has. Despite your stubbornness, Kazuha helps where he can. He wakes before you to fetch breakfast, granting you a few extra minutes of rest; he finishes his work as fast as possible, so he can assist you with yours; he speaks soft—softer than usual—to keep your headaches at bay.

The other crew members help, too, claiming the more strenuous tasks before they fall to you, watching to make sure you drink enough and take breaks when needed. You suspect someone spoke to the Captain behind your back when your workload lessens for a few days, but you can’t find it in you to be upset.

And so, through the gentle, subtle care of everyone around you, you start feeling better.

It’s warm today, the sky cloudless and a bright, bright blue. You’re not fully well yet, still plagued by headaches and a soreness you can’t seem to shake, but hey, breathing no longer hurts! The scent of sea salt is heavy in the air as you take a deep breath without coughing for what feels like the first time in months, stretching your arms high above your head.

There’s a laugh behind you. “Someone’s looking rather chipper today,” Furong, one of the Crux Fleet’s sailors, calls. You turn, flashing her a smile.

“Feeling a lot better,” you say, raising an arm to playfully flex. “Almost as good as new.”

She snorts, waving a hand as she walks away. “Just don’t overdo it, now.”

You shake your head. Your tasks for the day are rather simple; take inventory of the ship’s supplies, do a bit of cleaning, and move some crates below deck. Everything will take you a few hours at most, there’s no way in Celestia you’d “overdo” it.

Inventory is easy enough. You sort the stored supplies—food, medicines, cleaning and repair materials—tossing out anything that looks damaged, spoiled, or otherwise useless, and then count what’s left, scribbling the numbers down to report to Juza later.

Tucking the note into your pocket, you fetch the broom, and begin the tedious chore of cleaning the storage hold. Your efforts will have gone to waste in a matter of days, you’re sure, but it’s better to not let the mess build up. You scrub the now-empty shelves, wiping away any sign of dirt and dust. You sweep, reaching far beneath any obstacles to get the areas everyone else seems to forget.

It’s as you’re dumping water over the floor that you hear soft footsteps behind you. You glance over your shoulder, spotting Kazuha in the doorway. He grins and gives you a little wave as you grab the mop.

“I was told I’d find you here.” He leans against the frame, cocking his head. “Working hard?”

With your back to him, you nod. “Are you done for the day?” You’re careful not to splash your shoes as you begin to mop, spreading the water around before you really start washing the floor. Inventory took a bit of time, but surely you haven’t been below deck for that long. Kazuha laughs—a light, airy little sound—as though he knows what you’re thinking.

“I only had one errand to run today,” he says. “So I figured I’d see if you wanted any help.” You scrub harder at a spot that doesn’t seem to want to come off, frowning.

“I could use help bringing some crates down here.” The stubborn patch is finally gone, and you pause to take a breather. “If you don’t mind, that is.”

“Of course not.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, Kazuha watching as you work. Your arms are starting to tire, and you can feel the beginnings of a headache behind your eyes. Nevertheless, you continue—there will be plenty of time to rest after you’re done.

It doesn’t take long for you to finish; Kazuha gingerly steps out of your way as you join him in the doorway, hands on your hips as you assess your work. You let out a satisfied sigh, brushing your hands off—everything is clean.

Leaving the mop outside while the floor dries, you motion for Kazuha to follow you up to the deck. He trails behind you obediently, reaching forward to hold your hand as you walk. You smile at him over your shoulder and squeeze his hand in yours.

The sun is just past its peak when you step on deck; you have to shield your eyes, unused to the brightness after spending several hours tucked away in the storage hold. It worsens your headache, sharpening the dull pain—you’re not one to rush your work, but being done is sounding better by the minute. Squinting, you scan the deck until you find Juza, sauntering over to hand him your inventory report. He thanks you as he pockets the report, directing you to the pile of crates you need to move.

Kazuha follows you silently once more, only offering a tiny nod to the Chief Mate as the two of you walk away. You roll up your sleeves—paying no mind to the subtle trembling of your hands—surveying the situation. There’s six crates in total. If you and Kazuha each take one at a time, it’ll take you three trips down to the hold to finish the job. You’ll be done within half an hour.

And then you can go collapse in your bed.

You turn to your companion. “I’ll take one and you take one, yeah?” Kazuha hesitates, his brows drawing downward.

“Perhaps we should carry each one together,” he suggests, head tilting. “So it’s easier.” You scoff at his suggestion—though it lacks real hostility—waving a hand flippantly.

“I’ve done this hundreds of times,” you say, beaming. “And we’ll finish faster this way.” Granted, those other hundreds of times your head wasn’t pounding and you weren’t shaking. But really, how hard can it be? You’ll be fine.

You tell Kazuha as much, and with your reassurance, he relents; you can tell he doesn’t fully believe you, crimson gaze glued to you as you make your way to the first crate of the bunch. Down and up, you tell yourself, taking a deep breath. That’s all it is.

You choose to ignore the wave of lightheadedness that washes over you as you bend down to pull the crate into your arms. You pause before you hoist it up, rising back to your full height. Easy, you think. This is easy.

Until you take a step and your vision goes dark, numbness crashing over you.

Distantly, you hear a shout of your name, the call high and sharp in panic. There’s a clatter of something heavy, and then you feel like you’re falling. You land on something warm and soft, and in the haze of your fading consciousness, you instinctively draw closer to it. Your head is buzzing—a sensation you both feel and hear, and you feel like you’re twitching all over, out of control.

The first thing that returns is your hearing; it’s fuzzy, and your mind isn’t working fast enough to understand what they’re saying, but you can hear voices all around you. In your half-awake state, it’s overwhelming, the sounds all blending together. It makes your head pound.

The next thing that you register is someone’s hand stroking along your back, gentle against your shaking form. It’s soothing, even as you fight to open your eyes and regain your vision.

“... some space. Step back.” Finally, you hear a voice clearly—you recognize it as Juza’s, bold and commanding. The sound of footsteps follows, retreating away from where you lay, collapsed. You groan, shakily raising a hand to rub at your eyes, trying to blink away the remaining darkness. Someone calls your name again, and you can feel the sound against your cheek.

Oh.

It takes more strength than you’d care to admit to crane your face upward; you’re greeted with Kazuha’s mere inches from your own, eyes wide and darting across your form before he draws his gaze back to yours.

“Are you ok?” He asks in a harsh whisper. A few seconds pass in silence as your brain registers his question. You give him a small nod in response, and he lets out a sigh of relief, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. The action takes you by surprise—Kazuha normally keep his displays of affection private—but you suppose he’s too worried about you at the moment to care about much else.

“Do you think you can walk?” Another question, another nod. Kazuha helps you sit up before he stands, offering his hand to drag you to your feet. Your entire body screams in protest, and he has to catch you again as you stumble. He lets you lean against him, draping one of your arms around his shoulders, and one of his around your waist.

The rest of the crew has gone back to work, but Juza approaches you as you take your first unstable steps. You open your mouth to apologize for the unfinished job, but he cuts you off. “Don’t worry, you just go get some rest,” he says, lightly shoving your shoulder. It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order.

You toss him a weak grin, and give him an even weaker salute. “Yes, sir.” Kazuha chuckles beside you as he leaves.

“Alright, my love. Let’s get you to bed.” His arm squeezes around your waist, and you mumble a “yes please” into his shoulder.

It takes a considerable amount of time to get to your quarters. You have to stop several times to let a dizzy spell pass, leaning against the wall so you don’t fall to the floor again.

But… you make it.

And immediately collapse face-down on your bed.

Kazuha leaves your side for a moment to fetch a glass of fresh water; he’s back at your side before you really even notice he’s gone. He coaxes you to sit up again, letting you sip your water as he works to get your shoes off. They hit the ground, one after the other, with a muted thump. Kazuha takes your glass from you, setting it on your little bedside table as you crawl under the covers. You don’t bother changing out of your dayclothes, too exhausted to really care about comfort. Honestly, you could probably fall asleep on a pile of bricks with how tired you are.

Through a yawn, it’s your turn to ask a question. “Can you stay?”

Kazuha huffs, smiling softly as he nods.

The back of his hand brushes over your forehead, followed by his lips. “Of course.” The bed dips as he sits next to you; you pull one of your hands from beneath the blanket, reaching to grab his. He meets you halfway, intertwining your fingers, stroking his thumb across your knuckles.

He’ll chide you for overworking yourself later, you’re sure, but for now…

You let the gentle rocking of the ship and the sound of his voice lull you into a much-needed sleep.

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[harmonysanreads]

I'm not sure if requests are still open since it's early in the morning where I'm from and idk how our timezones work, please delete this if it isn't orz. If it isn't too much trouble, a dainsleif fic mayhaps 🙏😔? I miss him so much and he didn't come home this patch, can be a short drabble ^^.

Not sure if it's leaning on your "things in consideration" list, but the prompt can be:

You've been under his radar for years but now that he's tracked you down, an unknown child who mirrors his blue Khaenriahn eyes guards you with his small and very fragile life. Those eyes... They're eerily familiar.

(side note: Dain isn't the type who thinks children automatically have a heart of gold lolol. He's kinda a hater when it comes to children cept for Yaoyao /jjjj, maybe that's some extra spice to add for the reason why reader is so terrified and left as soon as she had the opportunity?)

Reconteur

yandere!dainsleif x reader

cw(s) : yandere, implied female reader (the narrative is not gender specific but the word 'mother' has been used once)

wc : 1.7 k

this was an interesting challenge for me because this is one theme i've not done before, with a character i've also never written for! i'm extremely sorry for the wait as i got distracted by hsr :') and thank you so much for requesting<3

a delightful illustration by the loveliest person <3 (spoiler alert!)

Stories are truly spectacular.

They're capable of preserving bygone memories ; changing, adapting and sometimes, becoming far too distant from reality. Like saplings of the tree which extends its roots throughout Teyvat and, their seeds are welcomed by the flighty wind, soon to be cultivated by the torrents of time. The present will one day become history and that history will be archived for posterity to learn and criticize. One such story inspires much intrigue, dressed in charming rhetoric and is thus cataloged among fairy tales : a bittersweet tale of a Knight and an Angel.

And in classic format it goes — once upon a time, a defiled Knight cried out to the heavens, for he could not win against the temptation of seeing the forbidden pearl. This blatant defiance earned him but a curse of eternal agony and soon, he begged the skies for salvation. The clouds softened and sent him a little Angel, who quelled the fires of his pain bit by bit, until it became an infinitesimal dot in the Knight's soul. Brimming with gratitude, the Knight offered his very being to the Angel's service and of course, they lived happily ever after.

Now suppose, fundamentally speaking, if fairy tales are but stories and the retelling of history follows the same pattern — who are the storytellers?

The victors, of course.

The dull thud of pages colliding shut assuages Dainsleif, for the story which now finds itself beside children's bedside tables serves no other purpose than to instigate dulcet fantasies, losing credence before the trials of history. It brews a litany of feelings in his numbed heart until they intertwine and transform into a yarn of befuddling human emotions ; echoing in his ears that this is what his past has become.

Albeit, this hardly astonishes the Bough Keeper. When a war ends and the winners hoist their flags, they'd obviously be privy to recounting their glories — none of them would ever write that the Knight in the story had never begged the heavens for forgiveness and no such Angel was sent. Instead, he'd seen fit to snatch the Messenger that'd implored him to return to his right mind and one would think that Celestia had taken great offense in this act, but no one batted an eye.

That is because the Messenger, too, was forsaken by their home, a fallen angel with no wings and no divinity left. Whose existence became synonymous to that of a firefly and the Knight, became the darkness that allowed it to glow. When two broken individuals unite, they either complete their flaws or destroy one another and sadly, in his case, it was the latter.

But is it such a sin to wish for a normal life? Dainsleif muses as he passes by giggling groups of unassuming humans, desperate vendors trying to sell their wares and many more individuals who might carve their places in the next epics of Teyvat. Often is it said, you only learn to value things after they leave your grasp and while his memory does erode day by day, he'll forever remember that Angel's — your countenance, how the corners of your lips used to curve before they did no longer, how every word of yours bewitched his decaying mind and built it anew.

He was an ant chasing after the fragrance of sugar, a mindless bug blinded by a speck of light, an apophyte clinging desperately to the bough, a sinner. And sinners do not deserve luxuries called normalcy, love or a home. The aftereffects of the Cataclysm that befell his homeland drove uncountable masses to nihility, some embraced their hatred while others rotted in corners of this world. It is testament to Dainsleif's willpower that he'd not been conquered by insanity yet. Indeed, he's always practiced rationale and patience ; which have also aided him in his prolonged search for you.

He investigated till every rock of this wretched world became his acquaintance and he kept on hanging to the last traces of your existence. But, as every expedition led to a dead end, he was forced to accept a lamentable realization, that he missed you. He missed you so much. He'd vowed to never kneel before those who took everything from him, at this point in his life though, he found himself one breath away from begging that floating island — if only it'd bring you back to his side.

Rain. It'd rained before that catastrophic day and on the eve you trespassed in his life as well. Would you laugh if you saw him in this state? Or, would you coax him up from his knees and shield him from the rain? A hoarse chuckle leaves his lips, how shameless does one need to be to still expect comfort from the being they hurt repeatedly? He'd rather not hear the answer.

“Mister?”

The sky growled at his misery but he could not differentiate it from a mocking sneer. He blinked upon feeling the absence of raindrops falling on his person and raised his head to stare.

It is as though the stars gazed at him back, “Why are you kneeling on the ground on a rainy day, mister?”

Dainsleif stared owlishly, his mind momentarily ceased to comprehend the present. The boy that'd reach his knees at most if Dainsleif had been standing returned his gaze in equal interest. Though the man failed to decipher those familiar eyes, it seemed that the boy had reached a conclusion.

“Oh, you must be in pain! Here, take one of my apples.”

The Bough Keeper jolted at the fruit that was shoved to his hand, in the blur of his confusion he'd not taken note of the bag full of apples clutched by the boy's other hand.

“My mother said that an apple a day would keep the pain away—ah, or was it the doctor? Anyway, please take it and don't look so sad. I should really be returning now…!”

Dainsleif opened his mouth (To protest, to question or to thank? He didn't know.) as the boy dashed away, the pitter-patters of the rain lulled his footsteps and left the man a great deal dumbfounded. He looked at the apple, now glistening with rainwater and recalled the boy's words. On normal occasions, he'd be tempted to immediately evacuate the vicinity after that mildly embarrassing encounter but, the memory of the starry gaze that rendered him speechless implored him to follow the boy's tracks.

At this point, his mind was operating on instinct, tracing the footprints of an unknown child without purpose would be the farthest thing he'd put on his agenda in his current state. The dense forest swallowed his form until it finally gifted him with a clearing, a small source of light peeked past a half open window and enticed him closer.

“...re…were…y…?”

The man only came to his senses after hearing muffled voices, standing before what he assumed was the door to the thatched cottage. For a second, he debated whether to continue this rendezvous but resigning that he'd come too far, he decided to take a peek through the window.

The rain lulled just enough to not be an outright nuisance, succinct yet unforgettable — there you were, separated by but a weak wooden structure and Dainsleif's stupefied mind. You are there. Are you really there? Right before his eyes, emerging out of nowhere after he turned Teyvat upside down just to find some reassurance that you're still alive? Your eyes narrowed in that familiar frown and rubbing a towel through a boy's hair—

Wait, what?

Fine strands of blonde clung to Dainsleif's forehead, a few drops of water dripping down to join the small puddle under his feet. He gaped like a fish at the scene and at the boy who led him to this epiphany, completely forgetting vigilance.

“Did you talk to anyone, son?”

Flowers bloomed in his heart at the sound of that familiar lilt and his breath hitched as he processed the contents you uttered. Son. You called that boy son. In the light of your humble abode, he noticed the boy's golden locks of hair that he'd previously foregone and a conclusion crawled its way to his mind. He has a child. He has a child? Dainsleif knew you have a knack for unpredictability but this level of surprise was not what he was expecting upon your first appearance after all these years. He dwelled on the question of how it was even possible for a while, he recalled the boy's eyes ; those characteristic star-shaped pupils would never lie. Voices reached his ear again and he decided to cast aside these questions for a later time.

“I did, but the man looked so sad all alone in the rain! So, I gave him one of the apples because I didn't know what else to do. I promise I didn't talk too much!”

You paused for a while, a cautious query followed, “What did he look like?”

The boy copied your silence this time, finding great interest in your nails before exclaiming, “Pretty ordinary!”

Dainsleif didn't know why but that gave a sting to his heart, he looked back to you to see the unreadable expression on your face slowly shift to a soft smile. You affectionately ruffled the boy—his boy's hair, the action somehow softened the ache in his soul. Until he remembered that he was ignorant of his own son's name. He was one who preferred to form his opinion of everyone from a neutral point of view and while he's not one to excuse children's behavior just because of their age, seeing his own son speak half-truths at this stage raised many more concerns to be dropped in the pile.

You're not someone who'd preach dishonesty to a child but considering the situation you are currently in and the things this child must've seen, he found himself understanding. The skies rumbled and Dainsleif barely pushed back the urge to kick down the door and take his family to where they belonged. But seeing the smile that he'd yearned for so many years, he hesitated. You'd fought hard to earn this little happiness and acting on his impulses now, however justified they might be, would be dishonoring your efforts. And judging by your reactions, he can already sense that you won't just sit idly by for him to pounce on.

So, he'll be patient for bit longer and when the time is right, it'll seem as though his family returned to his arms out of their own volition.

#requests: batch two #answered #beloved-brynn #yandere dainsleif #yandere dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #something in my heart tells me that dain gives off girl-dad vibes #buuuut since you mentioned it #tbh dain is so real for that opinion like.. have you seen children these days 💀

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You left your past behind you. You thought you found the good life with a nice young woman. You buried your lightsaber and tried to move on with Brynn. It was good, great even. At least for awhile.

You and Brynn went back to her hometown and tried to refurbish her old family home. The townsfolk were not as welcoming.

And then came the invasion. The greys. They knew you. They were scared of you. And yet they still tried to attack your lover.

You heard the door slam. You and Brynn went to investigate and that's when you saw the greys.

'Hide' you whisper to your girlfriend.

'I'm not leaving you' Brynn tried to say through her tears.

'Then stand back' you answered back, holding out your hand.

The grey came running, charging at you. Your buried lightsaber came out of the ground and right back to your hand. You ignite the blade and drive it right into the grey alien's skull.

'S-Starkiller' was the last thing the alien managed to say before whatever light was left abandoned its doll like eyes.

'What's Starkiller?' Brynn asks only for a smaller alien to burst through the bedroom window. Brynn quickly slammed the door, squishing the alien right in between the door and frame.

'It was a past I left behind' you try to explain.

'Who are they?!'

'Invaders. Master Vader and I dealt with them before. Guess word spreads around.' Another, more larger alien bursts through the walls. You jump down and cleave one of its legs off. You lift up the screaming alien with the force.

'You tell the rest of your force to leave this world alone' you growl at the alien.

'Starkiller. The Annihilator.' is all it managed to say before you threw the being out of yours and Brynn's house.

You can feel the fires of wrath burning within you again. And then Brynn comes down the stairs. She gently touches your shoulder, the fires begin calming down again.

'I got you' she whispers as she wraps her arms around you.

'I got you' you answer back. 'what now?'

'We find another home.' Brynn answers as she grabs a bottle of wine and lighter. Doesn't take long for the old home to go up in flames.

You and Brynn get into your car and leave as the flames reach to the sky. You swear you could see an armada of UFOs taking off to the dark sea of outer space. They knew. They knew that the Starkiller was on this world and with it, they understood that you would move planets and stars just get the one you love back.

The one currently running her thumbs across your knuckles. The woman who you call your home.

for @deafeningsharkslimeempath

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[tearskillstardust]

❝ OF THOUGHT AND BIRTH DIVINE. ❞

↯ synopsis.

◝ the ultimatum is upon you, my darling. it is their word, their law—you may not tear away from what has been bestowed upon you. curse you for the bane of their pride, lotus-eyed and of clever mind. they are gods, greek or roman, whatever you'd like. roses are shaded red as they slowly tear them apart, tearing through all—their final call of action, before it's your turn to be the victim of their thrall.

↯ genre and warnings.

◝ various genshin men as mythological gods. no fixed allocations of fluff, angst etc, everything shall be specified separately. no gore, or 18+ themes. i will not accept any requests regarding including more characters for this series.

↯ author's note.

◝ i will avoid cultural appropriation to every extent, and yet if anything is off-putting or wrong or discriminating, you must notify me at the latest. this is really just a passion project i started some time back but decided to redraft since it was not as beautiful as i'd rather it be. lyney's part will not be reuploaded until further notice. reblogs are highly appreciated!

↯ series tag.

# 🔱of thought and birth divine

↯ find your bane.

❛ and pressed against your skin—my pomegranate lips. ❜

001. 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌—智慧之神。

002. 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐔—結局之神。

003. 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎—死亡之神。

004. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔—惡作劇之神。

005. 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄—水神。

006. 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈—起始之神。

007. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑—奧術智慧之神。

008. 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈—戰神。

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Date Gone Right | Nico Hischier & Jack Hughes

summary: when you call Jack to come pick you up the last thing you expected to see was your hinge match in the car.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (m receiving), swearing, degrading (think you see whore and slut a few times).

word count: 2.90k

authors note: I loved this one and it kind of felt like a moment where I acc got more plot than I usually do to the porn. Brynn and Kei I hope this lived up to your expectations!

You felt like an idiot as you sat on the side of the road.

The bar had music that faintly calmed your nerves as you scrolled through your phone desperate to find a contact that you could call.

Your friends simply weren’t an option as they told you that you were an idiot going to see your ex. He had asked you to meet him at a bar to talk and like an idiot you went to see that he wasn’t there.

A gasp left your lips as your eyes landed on Jack’s contact “perfect.” The relationship you built with Jack this year was weird, beforehand he was only ever Trevor’s best friend but recently you found yourself leaning on the boy more as you were a mere fifteen minutes away from him.

What you didn’t know was that Jack was hosting poker night with some of his teammates “you gonna get that?” John furrowed his eyebrows as his attention was pulled to the sound of Jack’s phone ringing.

The Hughes boy flipped his phone over before he quickly answered it “hey y/n?” His voice was alarmed as he heard your tears “yeah I’ll be there in ten minutes just send me your location.” The hockey players that sat around the table all grew confused.

Before anyone could ask Jack realised the biggest problem “my car is in the shop!” He groaned quickly trying to call you back “I can drive you?” Nico offered still not knowing exactly where he was going.

And that was how the black Land Rover landed up in front of you as you sat on the sidewalk “Jackie?” Your voice was soft as the boy pulled his hoodie from his arms to give to you “c’mon.” Jack sighed helping you up as he ushered you to the car.

Nico smiled seeing you in the rear view as the car door opened “Neeks!” You gasped sending the boy a toothy grin.

It was safe to say that Jack was taken aback by your positive attitude towards his captain “I don’t remember you two being this friendly the last time I saw you.” Jack blurted out buckling up his seatbelt as you did the same.

You ran your tongue over your teeth “cappy over here has hinge.” You smirked as you had matched with him on the app a little over two weeks ago.

The two of you were doing well so far but tonight you two were meant to go out before the boy canceled last minute “see you found something else to do.” Nico’s voice was delicate but you didn’t miss how his hands squeezed the wheel.

Jack sat in his seat feeling like he was intruding as he stared at the road ahead “you coming back to mine princess?” The Hughes boy watched as your eyes never left his teammates “Nico coming with?” The look in your eyes was dangerous.

But like a moth to a flame Nico couldn’t help to soak in everything you said like it was nothing “go wherever you want me to.” The captain tapped his fingers on the dash as he was evidently calmer than before.

The remainder of the drive was quiet as Jack swore he was going to throw up watching you and Nico send each other those lingering glances.

And he thought would have gotten better as you two got upstairs but as you swirled your glass of whiskey Nico smiled as he listened to whatever Jack rambled on about an upcoming game.

His phone cut him off as it began to ring “I’ll be a sec.” Jack mumbled watching as you two nodded letting him leave into another room.

Nico didn’t take long to turn to you “you had a good time tonight?” It was clear that his jealousy was now raging again as he stared at your pretty little outfit.

You smirked “would have preferred being with you.” Your confession was clear as you used your hand to rub up his leg.

The gesture was soft but he knew all about your true intentions “at least you would have shown.” You smirked as his hand tensed around your wrist.

He sucked at his teeth “baby you gotta stop.” Nico warned “I don’t think I can behave in the way Jack is going to want me to.” His voice shook as his patience began to waver.

When you shut the gap between you both his breathing grew heavy “what are you gonna do when I tell you I don’t want you to behave.” Maybe it was the way he looked at you but as you pressed a kiss against the shell of his ear you felt like the most confident woman around “god you’re going to be the death of me.” Nico confessed turning his head to face yours “fuck you’re gorgeous.” He blurted out letting his lips go over yours as he kissed you.

It was hungry as the hockey player pulled you onto his lap “pretty little girl.” He blurted out taking the moment to breathe before his lips were back fighting with yours “didn’t think I was going to talk in on something.” Jack leaned against the frame of the door as he watched you pull your swollen lips away from his teammate.

The devilish grin was back on your face “if princess is okay with sharing.” Nico didn’t need to wait for your response as your eyes sparkled at the thought “you want the bedroom or would you rather have me fuck you on the couch?” His words sent shivers down your spine as his lips nipped at your neck.

Your brain melted as both options caused images to flash through your mind “bed, bed.” You blurted out nodding as Nico helped you off of his lap “let’s not keep you waiting then.” Jack smiled as you walked over to him.

The events that occurred between when you guys were in the living room and the time you landed up in his bedroom were ones that were a blur with your only memory being that it was causing your wetness to pool in your panties as both boys pressed this lips against you.

Now Jack always knew that you were hot, he had seen you in your bikini on more than one occasion and had even walked in on you showering once. Of course neither one of you spoke about it but you didn’t forget how his cock grew hard at the sight of you “how do you want us baby?” Nico asked as he helped pull your dress over your head leaving you in your blue matching underwear set.

You went to cover yourself when the captain stopped you “answer me.” He mumbled pressing a kiss against your lips.

The thought of how you wanted this to go made your brain melt “want you in my mouth first.” You blurted out making the Swiss man smirk.

He sent Jack a look that made him nod as both sets of boys shed their clothing making sure to only take yours off in a painfully slow pace “patience princess.” Jack cooed as you stood out of your panties “want to take our time with you.” He murmured making your body shiver.

Nico took the moment as Jack began thrusting his hand up his cock making sure that it was hard before he went to fuck you “such a pretty little baby.” Nico mumbled swiping his tongue over your lip as his hands when to the back of your bra.

You almost forgot that Jack was even there until the boy ran the tip of his cock over your clit letting it slide down your slit before his dick slid into your core “god!” You groaned grabbing at the older boys hands.

The Swiss man smiled as your face scrunched up “you enjoying that baby?” He asked watching you nod as he slowly lowered your face down to his own cock.

It made your mouth water seeing the swollen pink tip “be a good girl for me,” Nico’s words made you clench around Jack “fuck you like being called that?” Jack asked teaching down to grab your hips letting his hips steadily meet yours.

Your tongue swirled around Nico’s cock making the boy grunt “holy shit!” Nico let out a grunt when you looked up through your eyelashes as you took as much of his cock as you could making your eyes water.

Both boys shared a moment where they smirked as the sound of your cunt squelching erupted off of the walls of the room “think she knew what she was doing when she called you tonight?” Nico asked as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts when you gagged around his cock “of course.” Jack nodded bringing his hand down to your clit “such a little slut for us tonight.” He added letting his fingers apply harsh amounts of pressure to your sensitive nub.

The whine that fell from your lips was quickly swallowed by Nico’s cock as the sensations made him shiver “fuck her harder.” Nico ordered making your legs begin to shake “I’m not gonna last bro.” Jack warned as your pussy wrapped around his bare cock like you were made for him “this pussy is dangerous.” His head fell back as he warned the older boy.

Both boys could bare focus as the pleasure you made them feel had their brains melting. That was only fair given how they made you feel as Nico left your mouth full and Jack left your cunt warm “fuck.” Your words fell from your lips as Nico’s cock gave them a moment to come out.

Jack’s finger dug into your sides as he hoped that your orgasm would come first “you gonna be a good girl and take it all in your mouth?” Nico asked as he could barely keep his thrusts going.

All you could do was nod as his eyes screwed shut letting his load shoot into your mouth coating your tongue with his come “let me see that baby.” The hockey player held your head by your hair as he slid his cock out of your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out letting him see the white substance that sat there “such a good little girl.” Nico cooed pressing his lips together and before you can process what he is doing a string of saliva fall from his lips dropping until it lands on your tongue “swallow all that baby.” The hockey player ordered wrapping his hand around your throat as he felt his come and spit slide down your throat.

Jack couldn’t help but grow jealous at the intimate interaction that you had with his teammate causing him to raise his hand against your ass “Jack!” You moaned eyes screwed shut as Nico kissed your lips.

The younger boy began to see a white hue cast over his eyes as your cunt suffocated his cock “want to see how these pretty things taste.” The Swiss man smiled as he leaned out taking your nipple in his mouth as his fingers grazed over the other sensitive peak.

Jack’s hands held your waist up as you moaned letting your head fall back “fuck Neeks.” You cried as his free hand went back to teasing your clit “you close baby?” Jack asked forcing his cock deeper into your pussy.

You nodded as you turned your head to look at him “gonna come-” your announcement was cut off as his hand locked onto your jaw bringing your lips against his as he kissed you.

Both boys swore that it was the hottest sight as your body shook with whines trapped between your lips.

Jack couldn’t take it anymore as his chest went flush against your back with his movements of his cock beginning to sputter until he came “such a pretty girl.” He cooed watching in awe as his cock slid out of your cunt letting his come mix with yours as it oozed out.

Nico didn’t take long to send you a serious look “think you can handle one more?” His voice was delicate as his hand brushed through your slightly knotted hair “Neeks.” You nodded sending him a smile through heavy eyelids.

The boy was quick to bring you onto the bed with him “don’t think she’s gonna take it standing.” Nico pointed out as you straddled his hips “she’s gonna ride me like the pretty whore that she is.” He explained bringing his cock up to tease your clit before you let your hips drop against his.

Jack felt a sense of deja vu as he watched your face contort to the pleasure that his captain made you feel “open up baby.” Karl ordered tapping his already hard cock against your lip, you were planning on listening to him truly you were. But Jack seemed to believe that you hadn’t moved quick enough, so as your mouth formed an o as a rough moan left your lips the hockey player took that as the chance to force his dick into your mouth.

The sight was dirty, both boys seemed to have a common objective as they had a silent competition, who could make you come faster? Who could make you cry harder as their cock hit the back of your throat? Who was going to make you feel like you couldn’t walk tomorrow? All of those were questions that they wanted to know and by the end of the night they were going to have to have all three answers.

Sounds of Nico’s coarse grunts as his eyes didn’t leave your ass watching how your cunt swallowed his cock repeatedly driving your hips up and down as your hands grabbed at his legs “such a pretty girl” he cooed smirking at Jack who gripped at your hair forcing his cock further down your throat.

Jack didn’t mean to be jealous but you were meant to be his first not Nico’s. Yet as you looked up at Jack letting your eyes lock onto his through your eyelashes it seemed to wash away his worries “what would Z say if he saw you now?” The Hughes boy groaned as he felt your throat constrict around his cock.

Your cunt clenched around Nico “maybe she likes thinking about him seeing her as a dirty little slut?” Nico grunted squeezing your ass.

You couldn’t focus on your brother as the captain brought his other hand to your clit “you getting close princess?” Jack smirked seeing your legs begin to shake as Nico had to take control of the thrusts.

Your head bobbed as you nodded “fuck you’re such a perfect little girl.” The Swiss man cooed as his cock began to throb.

The boys noticed how your state turned fucked out as your brain turned cloudy “don’t stop,” Jack forced your throat to take all of him as he finally came.

He almost hunched over as your tongue swirled around his cock sucking him dry “fucking hell baby.” Jack whined letting your hair out of his hands as the sweaty hair stuck to the back of your neck.

His cock pulled out of your mouth letting you swallow his load “now be a good girl for Nico.” He ordered bringing his lips down to yours so that he could kiss you.

As Jack’s tongue slid over your lip Nico had to remain focused on making sure that you came before him “right there Neeks,” you groaned leaning back as your head fell back.

The younger boy took that as the opportunity to bring his lips to your breast “fuck Jack!” You cried as his tongue swirled around your sensitive peak “you like it when we fuck you like that?” Nico asked feeling your cunt squeeze his cock.

It was the way that it hadn’t let up on his dick for the last few minutes that made Nico think that you were close “please let me come.” You begged not fully understanding the thoughts in your brain.

Jack laughed as he looked up at you “gotta try harder than that.” He clicked his tongue locking his hand around your jaw “I’ll be your good girl Neeks.” You offered grinding against the older boy.

The Hughes boy couldn’t even get upset watching your eyes screw shut “let the neighbours hear you.” Jack one ought his lips back to your nipple.

That was what sent you over the edge “shit shit shit!” You cried feeling your body writhe above Nico and against Jack.

The captains orgasm came shortly after yours “there we go baby.” Nico cooed slowly helping your hips move through your high.

You swore you were going to collapse when Jack helped you up placing your body onto the soft sheet “such a pretty little girl.” The Hughes boy rubbed his hand on your leg.

As you lay there Jack watched your come ooze out of your cunt “not so fast princess.” He shook his head using two fingers to force it back into your pussy “fuck Jack!” You groaned as Nico brushed your hair to the side “you okay baby?”

The question lingered on your mind until your phone rang so naturally you leaned over to see who was calling you “you okay baby?” Nico repeated his words as your eyes went wide.

Why the fuck was Trevor calling you?

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Birthday Boudoir--Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

Authors note: thank you for your patience, I’m so sorry it’s been so long since we’ve been with Jake and Sugar🥺 but I plan to continue their story🫶🏻

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You want to do something special for Jake’s birthday since he’s helping out so much with you and with Betty. With his special day coming up in the middle of the month, you and Serena went to The Lark and reserved a room for a private party and to select the food menu. The manager insisted on giving you their DJ for the night so there can be dancing. She also accompanied you to a well known bakery downtown to customize a cake.

You decided on a lemon-flavored cake with raspberry filling and buttercream frosting. You also requested it look like an aviator flight suit paired with Aviator sunglasses and Top Gun involved somehow. 

“What are you going to give him as a gift?” Serena asks when you’re while you eat lunch after your birthday errands. 

While you trust Reynolds not to say a word to Jake–it is a surprise party after all–you didn’t want there to be any chance of the surprise being blown. So you didn’t even ask him what Jake would want. You suppose you could ask Rhea, but she might let it slip on accident.

“I’m not sure…he has plenty of watches, multiple wallets, a billion ties…”

“I know what you could give him,” Serena smirks. “Birthday sex is always a winner.”

“Serena,” you groan. “I’m not going to do that.”

“Why not? It’d be the perfect opportunity! Or you can get sexy lingerie and do a boudoir photoshoot. Brynne knows a photographer and she can make it into a little book, it’d be perfect!”

“How am I going to afford that? I already spent so much on the room and food, The Lark isn’t cheap, S.”

“You have his credit card, right?”

“I’m not going to buy his gift with his own money, then it’s not a gift.”

“I think he’d be more than okay with that purchase, babe.”

You finish lunch in silence then when she drives you home, you pause before getting out. The drive gave you time to think.

“His birthday is in a few weeks…and he’ll be out of town for two days next week…will the book be done by then? Is she even available?”

“Yes! Ivy is wicked talented. I was thinking of doing one for Bradley so I’d love to see yours.”

“Really? You want to do one for Bradley?”

“Yeah, as a Christmas gift,” Serena shrugs.

“Christmas? Wow, you’re serious about him, huh?” you smile.

“He’s different than all the other guys I’ve dated,” she shrugs again.

“Yeah, he’s not a loser and he treats you the way you deserve. Wanna come in for some wine before Jake gets home?”

You’re both on a third glass of wine sitting out by the pool when Jake arrives and you’re surprised to see Bradley in tow behind him. 

“Have you ladies eaten?” Jake asks, eying the nearly empty wine bottle.

“We had salads at lunch,” you giggle.

“No meat?” Bradley asks.

“You’re here now,” Serena smiles coyly and then you both fall into each other in a fit of giggles. 

“All right, not what I meant,” Bradley shakes his head but looks at Serena fondly. “I’m flattered, Pooks, but I meant protein. Or carbs to soak up your wine.”

“Pooks? What’s a Pooks?” you turn to Serena in confusion. 

“You haven’t told her my nickname for you?” Bradley’s amused now and his eyebrows lift up. 

“No, it’s a secret nickname!”

“I’ll keep a secret!” you nearly shout. Jake comes closer to you stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You nuzzle against it before slipping your hand in his.

“I call her–”

“No, Bradley!”

“I call her Pookie,” Bradley grins, his voice louder than Serena’s. 

You gush and squeal at the cuteness of it and Serena hides her face in her hands.

“You’re his Pookie! Aw!” You hug her and the guys laugh. 

“Sugar, what’re you hungry for?” Jake asks, pulling out his phone.

“Mm, pizza!” you lean back towards him and stare up at him.

“Serena likes pasta,” Bradley mentions strutting over to Serena. He bends down to give her a kiss on the temple. “I’ll get you girls some water.”

You ended up finding reasonably priced lingerie online, your favorite was a cream colored babydoll nightgown. Jake was gone on his two day trip so you had Ivy come to the house. You’d feel more comfortable taking photos at home and you finally feel comfortable calling it that. You invited Inez over so she could do your hair and makeup and she had words of encouragement for you before Ivy arrived.

Ivy was great and definitely boosted your confidence as she had you pose on his bed. She brought along some pearls and draped them over your breasts and shoulders as she snapped photos but you made sure to wear the earrings he bought you. 

“Too bad he took his aviation jacket, that would have made a great photo,” Ivy comments while you change into a baby pink ruffled set. The top was off the shoulder and the bottoms were satin with a small pink bow on the front, the waistline pulled up onto your waist. 

“You should do some in the pool,” Inez suggests. “He would absolutely lose his shit.”

“Ooh, water shots would be hot!” Ivy agrees.

“I’d have to be naked for those, right?” You bite your lip.

“Not necessarily. You can put on your last outfit and I’ll take some of those dry and you can wear it in the water.”

“Okay,” you nod.

The last outfit is also blush pink but the back is your favorite part because it has ruffles and a delicate bow that perches perfectly atop your ass. When you pose in the pool (you’re glad it’s heated) the fabric clings to your body. Inez is complimenting how hot you look. Ivy has you sit on the edge of the pool arching your back and head tilted upwards.  

With the water and your movements, the straps of the negligee fall off your shoulders.

“Oh that’s perfect, bring your arms up so you’re pushing up your breasts a little…just like that!”

“Hey Ivy…if I were to be naked…how would you pose me?”

She poses you so that the photos will lead to the imagination of your bare body. As she shows you some of the photos you’re in awe at how you look, you didn’t think you’d look this good or like how you looked this much. 

“I can have the book done for you the Wednesday before his party,” Ivy tells you as she gathers her things. You’re in a fluffy robe from your bathroom making a pot of tea in the kitchen. “Which one would you like as the cover?”

“This one…where I’m laying down on my stomach on the bed staring at the camera. I like my eyes in it and Jake always comments on my eyes…” you smile sheepishly, suddenly feeling giddy that he’ll be seeing these. You can’t wait to see his reaction. 

“Done. I’ll get to working and adding sepia or black and white effects. Would you like me to deliver it at the flower shop?”

“That’d be great, then I can hide it.” 

“Hey, Sugar,” Jake calls you from his small office off the main entryway as you arrive home from work and the store. You felt the weight of the boudoir book in your purse as you entered his room. He has his laptop open and what looks like bills in front of him. 

“Yeah?” you breathe in the doorway.

“C’mere a sec,” he motions you forward with his fingers. You step carefully inside and stand next to him in his chair, his arm wraps around your waist and you look down at his desk. You see credit card statements laid out in their trifold arrangement. 

You gulp.

“Did you buy some new clothes?” he asks pointing to the statement while his other hand around you rubs circles into your waist. 

“Um, yes,” you mumble.

“How come I haven’t seen them?”

“I”m sorry, I didn’t know–”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“Aren’t you mad I bought something?”

“No!” he pushes the statements away and swivels his chair so he can stand. He towers over you leaning against his desk, his hands cup your face. “Of course I’m not mad, I’m glad you used the card I gave you. Will I get to see these new clothes?”

“It’s just one dress and some accessories,” you bite your lip. Jake uses his thumb to pull your lip away, he smooths the small indent from your teeth. 

“Can I see it?”

“I bought it for your birthday.”

“My birthday?” his brows furrowed and he fully sat on his desk. He spreads his legs so you’re standing between them and closer to him. 

“Yeah, it’s in two days and I wanted to do something special. I thought we could go to The Lark for drinks and dinner?”

“It doesn’t have to be a big to do, Sugar. I’m fine if we stay in and watch movies eating takeout,” he shakes his head.

“You don’t want to go out?” you start to internally panic. 

“It’s not that big a deal, just another day. And please don’t spend money on me, darlin’, okay?” he kisses your nose and rubs your backside affectionately. “Let me finish looking through these bills and we’ll have dinner.”

“Okay…” you murmur and exit his office like you’re a ghost. 

Now how are you going to get him to his party? 

You were thinking of different scenarios to get him to the restaurant without giving anything away throughout dinner and the movie Jake put on. When he asked if you were ready for bed, you followed him upstairs like a zombie and moved slowly through your night routine. 

“Are you all right?” he asks once you crawl into bed.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been acting weird since I asked you about the dress you bought, I swear I’m not mad at you.”

“No, I know you’re not I just…have other things on my mind.”

“Is it Betty?”

“No, she’s fine,” you shake your head. “Work stuff.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” he leans on his elbow staring at you with his pretty green eyes.

“It’s all right,” you fall onto your pillow snuggling into him. “Sorry I was distracted tonight.”

“Let me know what I can do to help,” he hugs you to him and kisses the top of your head. His hands rub over your shoulders and back. 

“Can we go to The Lark for your birthday? I grew up going out to dinner for birthdays and I want to do that for you,” you confess into his chest. You hold your breath waiting for an answer. 

“You really want to?” the motions of his hands slow a bit.

“Yeah, I sort of bought that dress especially for your birthday,” you stress. 

“You did mention that…” he murmurs and you feel his smile against your hair. “Okay, we’ll go to The Lark for my birthday. I’m dying to see this dress.”

“Yay!” You lift your head from his chest and give litter his face in quick kisses. 

You took the day off from work to place some decorations in the room where Jake’s party will be held. Serena and Bradley came over to help as well, their height really came in handy with setting up the photobooth area.

“I can’t believe Jake let you set this all up for him,” Bradley says, tying off a silver balloon and tossing it in front of the shimmery backdrop. 

“What do you mean?” you ask scattering ‘Happy Birthday' confetti on the round table where the cake and presents will go.

“He hates his birthday, ever since I’ve known him he’s spent the day alone or takes up extra hours at work so no one makes a big to-do about it.”

“He hates his birthday?! Why?” You gasp and panic sets in again. 

“Not sure,” Bradley shrugs, “but he’ll do anything for you, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“He doesn’t even know it’s happening, this is all a surprise, B,” Serena says blowing up another black balloon. 

“Really?” Bradley’s eyes widen but when he meets your gaze he quickly goes back to normal. “It’ll be fine, y/n. He lo–he’ll love it because you set this up for him.”

“Are you sure? What if he had a traumatizing moment from a surprise birthday party when he was younger and now I’m going to ruin his birthday even more?!”

“y/n, it’s going to be fine,” Serena says and glares at Bradley. “Jake’s crazy about you and you could kill a hundred people and he wouldn’t bat an eye to helping you hide the bodies.”

“That’s morbid,” Bradley mutters.

“You know I’m right. He’s going to love your dress, he’s going to love that you planned this all for him and he’s going to love your gift. We’ll take care of the rest of the set-up, you go home and get ready. I’ll make sure everyone is in position by the time you get here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Serena nods, “Go home and get the birthday boy.”

Your mind was racing of all the possible reactions Jake could have to his surprise party and they were all on the negative side. You should have asked his friends if he would have liked a birthday party. Should you have invited his family? You have yet to meet them and now with you not inviting them, they’ll hate you? 

Your head was pounding by the time your shower was done and you tried not to overthink as you did your hair and makeup. Nervously, you kept checking the clock for when Jake will be home. You’d told him reservations would be for seven and you had just finished slipping into your satin dress when you heard a low whistle behind you. 

You spun around to see Jake leaning against the doorframe ogling you in your dress.

“Jake! I wanted to make a big appearance in this!” you pout, lifting the fabric in your fingers as you walk to the couch where your shoes are. 

“I’d say I’m sorry but I’d be lying. You look so damn good,” he drawls moving in front of you. 

He kneels on the floor in front of you as you fit your shoes on, his own fingers replacing yours as he lifts your foot on his thigh. With slow precision he fastens the buckle then does the other foot and skims his fingers up your calf and over the smooth satin of the dress. 

“Jake,” you warn, he leans his upper body over your lap while his eyes drag over the dress. 

“What? I’m admiring this dress my girl bought just for me to see her in it. I want to enjoy it before the rest of the world sees you,” he says and kisses your shoulder. “I was going to wait until Christmas but I have a necklace that would fit perfectly right here…” 

His lips press to the apex of your breasts where you did want to wear a necklace but couldn’t find one that would suit the dress. 

“You do?” you drag his face from your chest so you can look into his eyes. “What’s it look like?” 

“It’s a drop necklace with two diamonds,” he smiles. “Would you like to wear it?”

“Maybe,” you bite your lip. “But if it was a gift for Christmas–”

“I changed my mind. Pretend it’s a gift you bought. I’ll be right back.”

He darts away to his closet then rushes out holding a long black box which he opens when he kneels in front of you again. You gasp quietly as you peer into the box, the delicate chain sparkles but the diamonds are even more glamorous. 

“Jake! This is stunning,” you breathe. 

“Let me put it on you, Sugar.”

He removes the jewelry and unclasps the hook just as you hold up your hair in your hand. He leans around you and you suck in a breath at the coolness of the diamonds on your skin and Jake clasps it together. His lips kiss your neck, shoulder, and clavicle bone before capturing your lips. 

“Beautiful,” he mumbles.

“You haven’t even seen it on me,” you giggle into his kiss. Your fingers curl into his hair. 

“Don’t have, already know it’s beautiful on you.” 

You continue to kiss quietly and then your phone dings in a notification and you remember you’re on a time crunch. 

“Jake,” you gasp but his lips shift to below your ears. “We need to go to the restaurant and you have to change.”

“I’m not done admiring you yet…”

His hand has slid up the slit of your dress, his thumb presses into your inner thigh and he nibbles on the lobe of your ear. You almost give in and want him to do whatever he wants to you but then you remember there’s a roomful of people waiting for him.

“The sooner we go to dinner the sooner we can come back and I can give you your present birthday boy,” you push him off you and his eyes are slightly crazed. 

“You got me a present?”

“Mhm, and you’re not getting it until after dinner.”

He stares into your eyes for a beat, then down at the necklace and your dress before he scampers off to his closet. You hear hangers rattling and some grunting so you stand up and spritz some perfume on. The notification on your phone was from Serena saying they’re ready for you.

“Okay, let’s eat as fast as we can.”

When you arrive at the restaurant your stomach is in knots because you’re still nervous as to how he’s going to react to the party. The host plays her part by saying every table is full so you’ll have to move upstairs. Jake holds your hand up the stairs.

“What–”

The doors open and you push Jake forward so he can see the full effect as everyone shouts ‘Happy Birthday!’ Jake squeezes your hand as confetti poppers explode over the both of you. He faces you, eyes wide. 

“Surprise,” you whisper. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Mad? Why would I–”

Rooster and Coyote pull him from you declaring he needs birthday shots and drags him to the bar in the corner of the room. Music is already playing and food is placed on the tables. The girls take you away next and you don’t see Jake until it’s time to cut his cake. 

By that time, he’s slightly intoxicated and pulls you into him as everyone sings Happy Birthday to him. 

“Are you mad?” you ask trying to steady the both of you as he dances along to the singing.

“Why would I be mad? You threw me a surprise birthday party, Sugar, no one’s ever done that for me before. I’m having a great time.”

“You are?” 

“Blow out the candles Bagman!” Phoenix shouts from the lap of Brynne at the nearest table. 

Jake sloppily blows them out and hugs you close again.

“Why do you think I’d be mad?” he asks into your shoulder.

“Bradley said you don’t like your birthday–”

“I have mixed feelings about it, but you did this. For me. This is the best birthday ever,” he stares into your eyes. “Thank you for doing this for me, Sugar.” 

You frame his cheeks and give him a kiss that is borderline inappropriate given the present company. There’s catcalls and wolf whistles when Jake’s hand drops lower onto your ass which makes you laugh. 

The rest of the evening is spent taking photos at the photobooth and dancing on the dancefloor with Jake. Turns out he loves Frank Sinatra and his crooning voice made the night even more magical. The night ended with just the two of you dancing along to the duet of ‘Somethin’ Stupid’ with Nancy Sinatra and Jake loves to spin you around. 

You feel as if you’re in a movie and while dancing with him, all that’s wrong in the world disappears. It’s just you and him.

Back at home, you drag Jake up to his bedroom and sit him down on the edge of his bed. He removes his tie and jacket, tossing them in the corner of the room. Your shoes were off as soon as you entered the house and it felt nice to walk on the plush carpet. 

“Where are you going?” he asks your back as you go into your closet of his room.

“I have a birthday gift for you, remember?” 

You quickly remove your dress and put on the pink lingerie set with the bow and cover up with a robe. When you’re back in his room he’s laid back on the bed, arms wide, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Hey, no sleeping yet birthday boy. Sit up,” you sit next to him. 

When he sees what you’re wearing, he shoots straight up then looks at the gold wrapped gift in your lap. 

“This is for me?” he smiles resting his hand over yours.

“Happy Birthday, Jake.”

You hold out the gift and he grabs it. You hope he can’t hear your heart beating as he tears away the paper, you purposefully wrapped it upside down so he’d have to flip it over to see the cover. When he does, you hold your breath and he stares at the image of you staring up at him in black and white. He seems frozen so you flip the cover open and you see the photo of you laying on the bed with the pearls. 

Jake’s fingers trace over the string of pearls softly before turning the page. You sit quietly trying to gauge his reaction and you see a slight smile on his face the more he flips through the book. 

“When did you do this?” he finally breaks the silence when he’s halfway through.

“Last week while you were gone.”

He’s silent again as he continues and then it’s the pool photos. He groans when he realizes you’re completely nude. You notice he’s shifting on the bed and at the very last page he reads your inscription to him before closing the book. 

“Sugar, this is–”

“One more surprise,” you interrupt him and unfold your legs from under you. You stand up and remove your robe, letting it pool at your feet as you stand before him in the lingerie piece. 

“What…” he sets the book down on the floor carefully, his eyes scanning over you slowly. “What did I do to deserve you?” 

His voice is a little hoarse and scratchy and it elicits some dampness to form between your legs. In one swift motion, Jake lifts you by the backs of your thighs and you’re suddenly staring at him above you. On the same thought, you tug him down as he presses himself against you in a heated kiss. Your fingers pop open the button of his dress shirt, the pads drifting over his chest hair. You try to tug the shirt off but he breaks away.

“No, no, this is all about you, baby,” he shakes his head sliding down the bed, pulling you with him until you’re at the very edge.

He spreads your legs slightly and drags his hands to the flimsy fabric of your panties, dragging them down and off you. He parts your legs more, your heart is racing as you watch him raised on your elbows. 

“But it’s your birthday–”

“You’re all I need.”

He kisses up your left leg, teeth nibbling every now and then as he rests your leg on his shoulder. He does the same thing to your right leg and you’re elevated to his mouth. 

“Look at you, so pretty for me,” he mumbles brushing a knuckle to your wet core. Your legs jolt at the contact and you’re hot all over. “Can I make you feel good, Sugar?”

His green eyes are blazing as he gazes up at you and you can’t find the words to speak so you just nod. 

“Use your words, baby.” His pinky glides up your slit and that somehow brings back your voice.

“Yes…please,” you whimper. 

Jake hums and with a smirk he lowers his mouth to your very center and when you feel his hot breath and wet tongue, you fall back onto the bedspread. He uses his tongue and lips in a way that makes it feel like he has three tongues. He suckles and laps in all the places you never knew existed, and then a newfound stretch of his finger slipping inside you has you moaning. 

“Oh, Jake,” you sigh. Your hands fly to his hair guiding him to where your body is reacting the most to his actions. He hums and slips his tongue inside you along with his finger. Your mouth opens and your toes curl. 

Soon, your body is rocking with the motions of his ministrations, your legs clamping around his head. He’s making you hot, your lower back becomes slick with sweat and your stomach is full of butterflies. His one hand is gripping your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles and then he does something with his mouth and you practically scream. You bite onto your knuckles.

“I wanna hear you, Sugar,” he mumbles and makes an obscene slurping noise. “So fucking wet…goddamn.”

He devours you, putting his whole body into pleasuring you and you feel the muscles in his back stretch and flex. It’s like a band inside you is about to snap and when another finger is inserted and his tongue is moving at an even quicker pace, you rise up. 

The band starts to snap and you clutch his face to your core as your orgasm explodes out of you. You’re whimpering and moaning and saying words that don’t even sound like English until you fall back on the bed and enjoy the lingering part of your orgasm. Your fingers fall from his hair and he’s still working his mouth over you, milking the remnants of your orgasm. 

“Oh my God,” you squeak and drag your hands up your body and over your breasts. You give them a squeeze, feeling the hard peaks of your nipples through the thin fabric.

Jake doesn’t let up and your legs start to shake, your breathing turns into pants.

“Jake, I’m going to–”

“Cum for me again, Sugar,” he encourages and as if your body was waiting for the command, you do.

This orgasm is more warm and languid, turning your body into jelly. You feel like you’re floating and Jake removes his fingers from you slowly but your body reacts from the loss. 

“Sorry, Sugar, I’ll be more gentle,” he coaxes and kisses your pussy delicately before lifting his head. 

You tilt your head so you can see him, his lips and chin are glistening with your orgasm and that makes you hot all over again. 

“You know, I loved the birthday cake you got for me,” he says crawling over you. He swipes the moisture from his chin and sucks on his thumb. “But you’re my favorite flavor.”

#an arrangement #an arrangement tag #jake seresin writing #jake seresin x reader fluff #jake x sugar #Jake x reader #hangman x reader #Jake hangman Seresin #hangman smut #jake hangman seresin smut #top gun writing #hangman #top gun maverick writing

[cherrypikkins]

@beloved-brynn i hope that jeritza in a casually popped collar is to your liking :333

thank you for requesting!!

#fe3h art #fe3h #jeritza #jeritza von hrym #fire emblem three houses #watch out or he'll casually pop YOUR collar...

[moremaybank]

I heard we were wanting some filthy JJ thoughts, and luckily for you, I have plenty. 🤭 thinking about JJ grabbing me by the jaw and spitting into my open mouth

BRYNN HOW DARE YOU GET ME HEATED LIKE THIS (i'm jk i adore you thank you for this)

just imagine being so fucked out by jj that your eyes are screwed shut. you can barely find room for any thoughts in your mind because he's just making you feel so good. he's everywhere, taking up all your senses. "look at me while i fuck you, pretty girl," he grunts. his hand is braced on the headboard, and the other on the back of your thigh as he folds you in half. "c-can't, j. feels too good," you slur, your sore fingers clutching onto his biceps harder. your nails imprint into his skin, but your grasp on him isn't enough to bring you back down to earth. with every thrust he's making you feel like you're levitating, the pleasure taking you higher and higher. suddenly, jj's hand cups your throat and he squeezes it, silently commanding your attention. "show me those eyes, baby." his darker tone reels you in, and you find the might to do as he says. he presses his lips against yours harshly, and you cry into his mouth when his tongue slithers its way inside. he pulls away, staring deep into your eyes as his pelvis smacks into yours with more force than before. "open that pretty mouth," he breathes. you obey him, opening your mouth and jutting your tongue out the way you know he loves. he spits into your mouth, demanding you to swallow in that deep, raspy tone that he has when he's fucking into you with everything he has. "swallow it. all of it." he's so lost in your wet warmth that his brain is short-circuiting, and when you stick your tongue out once more to show him that you've done as he requested, he's done for. all he can think about is your cunt squeezing the life out of his cock and how much pride he feels, being the one to make you cum as hard as you ever have before. "such a good fuckin' slut. gonna make you cum nice 'n good, baby. you deserve it, my fuckin' good girl."

concepts

#₊‧°𐐪 daydreams 𐑂°‧₊ #₊‧°𐐪 brynn 𐑂°‧₊ #jj maybank #jj x reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank headcanon #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank brainrot #jj maybank brain rot #jj obx #jj outer banks #obx x reader #obx smut #obx imagine #obx headcanon #obx blurb #obx brainrot #obx brain rot #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks smut #outer banks imagine #outer banks headcanon #outer banks blurb #outer banks brainrot #outer banks brain rot #rudy pankow

[warning-heckboop]

Finally managed to get this done!

Characters requested by @mirrow-hamato, @galaxitix, @starzwithapen, & @heartfall-syndrome!

Crystal Bruce au belongs to @throwawaycan

Brynn is my trollsona :’)

#trolls #trolls clay #trolls viva #trolls tiny diamond #trolls cooper #trolls prince d #trolls Bruce #Crystal Bruce au #trollsona #trolls oc #art #my art #one of these things is not like the others :’) #he misses his wife #also shout out to anyone who can see the secret meme

[nhlclover]

christian bale is great sparks fly au

✭ — summary: at a halloween party, rutger does his best to avoid sofia

✭ — warnings: couple instances of cursing, a guy being a creep, mentions of drinking, awkward behaviour from rutger, miscommunication

✭ — a/n: thank you to the anon that requested this i hope you enjoy! also she is a long one soz

✭ — word count: 1.56k

Rutger had now cancelled three of his and Sofia’s regular study dates. He was coming up with a variety of excuses; “Sorry, Sof, it’s boys’ night�� to “Sorry, Sof, late night workout with the boys”. He felt bad but this felt like the only option to get rid of this crush he had on Sofia.

And now, tonight, he was cancelling his study date once again, however with a valid excuse this time. One of his buddies' fraternity was hosting a Halloween party that the entire team was going to. Rutger hoped this would be a good time to get over Sofia.

Sofia, on the other hand, was a little confused over Rutger’s behaviour. He was cancelling on her left and right, and when they saw each other in class, he was weirdly quiet. Part of her wondered if he had caught onto her small crush that had been developing or if he was now weirded out that he was becoming friends with his friend's younger sister.

“Hey girly, you’re coming to Noah’s Halloween party tonight, right?” Brynn asked, coming back from her afternoon biology lecture.

Sofia spun around in her desk chair, looking at her roommate. “Mmm, I don’t know. I’ve got an English essay I’m trying to wrap up.” Sofia sighs.

Brynn simply looks at her, an unimpressed look painting her face. “C’mon girly. You know you could finish that even if you get back and you’re piss drunk.”

Sofia chuckles, spinning back to look at her laptop screen. Her nearly completed essay on their newest book, Fahrenheit 451, sat open on her screen. Brynn was right, she could finish this essay in her sleep or if she was piss drunk. Plus she had already gotten her Halloween costume and it’d be a waste to not wear it.

“Okay, fine I’ll go.” Sofia agrees.

Brynn squeals, coming over to press a kiss to the top of her roommate's head.

Later that evening, Sofia and Brynn got ready together, a melody of their musical tastes playing from Brynn’s speaker. They arrived late, as Brynn said it would be embarrassing to arrive even slightly on time. The house was packed when they got there, making it hard to navigate the house. However, since it was Brynn’s boyfriend's frat, she already knew the layout.

Rutger’s eyes were immediately drawn to the girl who walked into the room. It was hard not to stare at her. She walked in, hand in hand with a brunette girl. She was smiling brightly, dodging drunk bodies that threatened to hit her.

Sofia and her friend approached one of the frat brothers, her friend laying a sloppy kiss on his lips. He scanned her, putting together her costume in his head. She was dressed as Patrick Bateman from American Psycho, albeit a feminized version. She had on a black vest and a black mini skirt, the red tie hanging loosely from her neck. She adorned the see-through raincoat, as well as an axe.

God, she looked good. The combination of her mini skirt and knee-high boots was driving Rutger wild, her legs seemingly sculpted like a goddess's own.

Rutger caught himself, forcing his eyes to avert. He knew he couldn’t think like that about Sofia.

“Sof, there is a super cute guy staring at you. Straight ahead.” Brynn said.

Sofia furrowed her brows, looking straight, but seeing no one staring at her. “Wait no, straight for me.” Brynn said.

Sofia turned around, now seeing a familiar pair of eyes staring back at her. “That’s Rutger.” Sofia tells Brynn.

“You did not tell me Rutger was this cute.” Brynn comments.

“Babe.” Noah says, disappointment lacing his tone.

“I mean in like a metaphorical sense. Like he’s cute but-”

“I’m going to go say hi.” Sofia says, excusing herself from the argument brewing.

She walked to Rutger, eyeing his costume. “Hi.” She says, stopping in front of him.

“Hey.” He says. “I like your costume.”

Sofia does a twirl, showing off the full extent. “Thank you very much. I like your wolf onesie.”

Sofia motions to his grey wolf onesie, Rutger’s cheeks flashing pink as he pulls the hood off. “It’s a group costume with Seamus, Gavin, and Luca. They’re the three little pigs and I’m the wolf.”

Sofia bites back a smile. “Very creative.”

“Hey, at least I’m not wearing a pig onesie.” Rutger said.

“Oh cause the wolf onesie is better somehow?” Sofia asked, letting out a suppressed laugh.

Her bright smile and her hearty laugh cause a sudden wave of butterflies to take flight in Rutger’s stomach. He was in deep and didn’t know how to dig himself out. He was so far failing at his plan of simply ignoring Sofia. She was too nice to ignore. Realizing this, Rutger feigns an excuse.

“Hey, I gotta go, I see one of my buddies from stats, I’m gonna go say hi.” Rutger says quickly, leaving before Sofia can even reply.

He feels his heart squeeze as he turns the corner, getting out of sight of Sofia. It physically hurt him to act this way towards Sofia. But he knew if he truly developed feelings, it would hurt him even more to not have her in his life.

The rest of the night, Rutger did his best to avoid Sofia. Whenever she entered the same room, he would slip out. He would talk to other girls, despite none of them being able to make him laugh as Sofia could.

Rutger entered the dining room, spotting Sofia. He nearly walked straight past her, a sight that he was sure to use to dispel his crush. She stood, back against the wall, a guy opposite her with a hand placed on the wall above Sofia’s head. But when he saw the look on Sofia’s face he halted. Her face showed a look of discomfort, her eyes glancing around for a familiar face or rather anyone to come and save her from this scenario.

Rutger watched as the guy's free hand went down to Sofia’s face, tucking a stray lock behind her ear. Before Rutger could even register it, his feet had brought him over to them, stopping right next to Sofia.

“Hey Sof, what’s up?” He asks, looking into her blue eyes that switched from panicked to relieved. “God, great costume! American Psycho is a great movie, I mean Christian Bale is great. Probably the best BatMan in my opinion.”

Rutger doesn’t even know the words coming out of his mouth, as they just flow, hoping to rid Sofia of the guy.

“Hey man, what the fuck?” He asks.

Rutger turns and looks at the guy dressed in a lackluster cowboy costume. “Wassup, dude?” Rutger asks.

“What the fuck is this? I was talking to her.” He says.

“Yeah? Now I’m talking to her.” Rutger says, stepping between Sofia and the guy.

“Hey, what’s you’re problem?” The guy practically sneers, placing a hand on Rutger's shoulder, pulling him to face him.

“You’re my fucking problem, creep. You’re making her uncomfortable and she doesn’t want to talk to you so back off.” Rutger tells him.

There are now eyes on them, eyes on Sofia. “You think you know everything, huh?” The guy says, stepping into Rutger, their chests bumping one another.

“Back the fuck up.” Rutger says. Rutger could feel his anger spiking, ready to swing if this guy so much as touched him one more time.

Suddenly Brendan and Mark are there, pulling the two boys back from each other. Brendan is pushing Rutger back, trying to get him to calm down, while Mark is in the other guy's face, telling him to just walk away. Mark spots Sofia, her back still pressed to the wall as she looks at Rutger.

“You okay?” Mark asks.

Sofia nods slowly, eyes still glued to Rutger who is being chastised by Brendan for nearly getting in a fight, something that surely would’ve gotten him suspended.

Luca is suddenly there, eyes going between Sofia and Rutger. “What happened?” He asks.

Mark fills him in, Sofia going to her brother, her arms finding his torso. Luca pulls her close, attempting to soothe her ragged breaths. “I’m gonna take you home.” Luca says.

He bids a quick goodbye to his friends, walking Sofia out of the living room. “Wait.” Sofia squeaks out.

The pair of them stop, Sofia turning back to Rutger. She walks up to him, still being cooled down by Brendan. He stops talking when he notices the blonde presence beside him. Sofia, not finding adequate words, wraps her arms around his torso, squeezing him tightly. She didn’t know another way to thank him for having intervened and rescued her from the guy who wasn’t taking her hints.

Sofia unlatched, looking up at Rutger's face. His eyes shone with despondency, his chest still slightly heaving with anger. She couldn’t exactly read his expression but it almost seemed like he didn’t like her. The pieces began to add up for Sofia; the canceling of their study sessions, his being quiet in class. He might have grown to dislike Sofia.

But then she remembered what Paisley had pointed out to her. All the times Rutger had gone out of his way to do something for Sofia, the little details he would remember about her, the insanely thoughtful birthday gift.

Sofia just couldn’t figure out Rutger.

#sparks fly au! #sofia x rutger #rutger mcgroarty

[pixelglam]

Brynn Flores by Amelie

A sim request for anon of a young adult with green/blue eyes, straight long blonde/brown hair, little makeup & jewelry with the vanilla girl aesthetic/style!

More Info & Download here (Ad-Free)

#mydownloads #ts4 #ts4 sim download #the sims 4 simblr #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 sim download #sims 4 sim dump #ts4 sim dump #ts4 sim request

[caelestis-composition]

⭒ gorou/reader: to protect ⭒

request for @snarkelf​: NEW CHARACTERS NEW CHARACTERS!!! 👀👀👀 The Gorou brainrot is REAL and I can't get his little growl out of my head. That said, can we get some good ol' hurt/comfort where reader gets caught off guard in a fight and gets hurt and/or stunned and Gorou swoops in to protect and comfort them

BESTIEE hi this is from last summer but it is finally done <3 lawl i hope u enjoy <33

⭒

pairing: gorou/gn!reader (no pronouns used for reader)

characters: gorou, unnamed shogunate soldiers; kokomi is mentioned Once

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 1387

warnings: reader uses a melee weapon, depictions of violence, descriptions of injury and blood

⭒

You didn’t join the Watatsumi Army for the thrill of battle, as some may claim. You’re not hungry for conflict, you’ve never been one to actively seek out a fight. There was a call for help, and you answered. Divine Priestess Kokomi and General Gorou had sent out their plea one night, and by the next morning you had submitted your application. The Resistance needed troops, and you were more than willing to volunteer.

There’s no glory in fighting, in watching a war unfold around you. You can’t recall how many times you’ve gone to bed hungry or cold as supply lines are cut off and delayed, can’t count how many of your comrades you’ve seen injured. The Shogun’s Army shows no mercy, taking peoples’ Visions, their ambitions, and their lives without hesitation.

No, you wouldn’t say seeing the nation you so dearly love turn against itself is “thrilling.”

And yet, here you are… a willing sacrifice, if it means returning peace to Inazuma.

“We’ll give you one more chance to surrender, General.” The Shogunate soldier practically spits the last word, raising his polearm.

It was only hours ago that you had been lounging around the Resistance’s camp at Fort Fujitou, recovering from a previous mission—or, at least, trying to—when General Gorou barrelled in, ordering all available soldiers to prepare for battle; a group of Shogunate soldiers stationed along Nazuchi Beach had been getting bolder lately, venturing a little too close to the Resistance members similarly stationed in the area. The growing tension had come to a head last night, when the Shogunate had ambushed the Resistance group, stealing food, medical supplies, and weapons—and leaving the Resistance soldiers with more than a few cuts and bruises.

As soon as Gorou called, you threw your armor on and went to fetch your weapon.

“We would never surrender to the likes of you.” Without breaking your defensive stance, you spare a glance at the General; his ears are folded flat against his head, tail low and bushed. Gorou’s stance is similar to yours—rigid, prepared to pounce. He has his bow pointed at the ground, but it’s drawn, ready to fire.

Your eyes flick back to the Shogunate soldiers—thankfully, your numbers appear to be equal, a luxury the Resistance doesn’t often have—as they laugh, their leader swinging his spear toward Gorou. “Don’t say we didn’t try to resolve this peacefully.”

He grins, wild and wide-eyed; that’s all the warning you get before the Shogunate soldiers rush you.

You’re familiar with battles, now, the sights, sounds, even the smells. There’s bodies everywhere, always moving, accompanied by blinding flashes of metal in the sunlight. Arrows sing as they cut through the air, and the sharp clang of weapons striking one another is almost deafening. The scent of sweat hangs heavy in the air, and you know it will soon be joined by the smell of blood, when the pale sand beneath your feet begins to stain red.

You kick a soldier to the ground, whirling around to block a blow from another. Bracing your arm against your weapon, you shove, sending the second Shogunate member stumbling backward. Your heart is pounding as you advance, swinging at your opponent again and again, his parries growing sloppier each time. Show no mercy, show no mercy. The Shogunate won’t, so why should you?

There’s a commotion behind you, but you don’t dare turn to look. Your weapon collides with the Shogunate soldier’s shoulder; he drops his polearm with a cry of surprise, panic striking across his visage when you raise your weapon above your head, jaw clenching.

A yell of your name cuts through the roaring of your pulse in your ears. You freeze, arms still raised, as something behind you whistles.

By the time you recognize the shrill sound as a swinging weapon, it’s too late.

Your side explodes in pain.

You don’t get time to react—barely registering the blood now soaking your torn shirt—before the blunt end of the weapon slams into the back of your skull, sending you to the ground. Your weapon drops to the sand with you, one shaking arm keeping you propped up while your other hand presses to the fresh wound on your side in a pathetic attempt to slow the bleeding.

Red and black is all you see, between all the blood—there’s so much blood, drenching your shirt and slipping through your fingers, warm and wet—and the darkness dancing across your vision. There’s a ringing in your ears, now, as you brace yourself for the finishing blow.

You only hope your sacrifice means something, in the end.

But the blow never comes. You hear rapid footsteps in the sand, a growl that morphs into a viscous snarl. The sound of a snapping bowstring, another shout of your name, and then a crash as the soldier towering over you disappears. You think you spot a familiar flash of brown in the struggle somewhere beside you—it’s hard to tell when you’re fighting unconsciousness.

You’re not sure how long you lay there, shaking and listening to the muted sounds of combat until the battlefield falls quiet. You don’t know who won.

You flinch at the feeling of hands on your shoulders—the sudden movement only amplifies the pain, and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying out—coaxing you to roll onto your back. Gorou’s face, fraught with worry, greets you. Though, he’s little more than a blur of brown and white as your vision fails to cooperate.

He says something, but you can’t hear him for some reason. You jolt again as his hand finds yours, pressing harder over your side. He’s shouting, you’re sure, but it’s so… quiet.

Your eyelids are heavy. You’ve fought hard, you don’t think anyone will complain if you rest a little.

Gorou’s hand is warm atop your own.

⭒

It takes you a moment to realize you’re alive when you finally stir.

Your eyes blink open to an unfamiliar tent; your entire body aches. You breathe slow, counting the seconds in and out as you will the pain to go down. It does, minisculely, and you shakily push yourself to sit upward. Someone had dressed your wounds while you were unconscious, the bitter smell of medicinal herbs strong even beneath your bandages. You’d been changed into a new shirt, too, something soft and a little too big on you.

The tent flap pulls back, your head pounding at the sudden burst of light. Your nose wrinkles as you bring a hand to shield your eyes, only to immediately drop it back to your lap as General Gorou enters the little tent.

His teal eyes widen and his ears perk up when he sees you. “You’re awake,” he says, shock lacing his tone.

You nod. “You… saved me.” It’s less a question and more a statement, your voice rough and trembling. Gorou blinks down at you.

“Of course, it’s my responsibility to protect the Resistance’s members.”

You snort, shooting him a weak smile. “Right.” Of course. He’s the war general, this is his job.

Of course.

Gorou hesitates, glancing around before sinking to the ground, sitting across from you. He’s quiet when he speaks again. “How are you feeling?” He asks, gaze roving over your figure. You shrug.

“Hurt,” you state, simply. His brow furrows, and this time you can clearly see the worry on his face. “But it’s nothing I won’t heal from,” you reassure the General. He lets out a sigh of relief, tail thumping against the ground once.

“Good,” he hums. “That’s good.” You nod again, swallowing as silence descends over you two. Your mouth opens and closes, and Gorou glances over his shoulder. “I, uh—” He clears his throat. “I need to go check on the others.” You feel a little stupid for just staring as he rises to his feet, dipping his head toward you before he turns on his heel.

You find your voice as he reaches for the tent flap. “Ah, Gorou—” His tail raises, wagging a little as you call his name. His head turns, waiting for you to continue.

“Thank you.”

You manage a larger smile this time, one he reflects back at you. “Of course.”

Gorou slips out, gone.

As you listen to his receding footfalls, you realize you feel a little better.

#gorou #gorou x reader #gorou x gender neutral reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #gorou imagines #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin gorou #hurt/comfort #brynn’s writing #brynn's requests #snarkelf

[harmonysanreads]

*kneels down*

HAAH WHA??? HELLO? SOMEONE PLEASE PINCH ME AM I DREAMING????????

for context

Okay okay... I'm done screaming irl, this is?? I'm lost for words how beautiful it is???? I just woke up so I'm having a hard time processing reality (I legitimately screamed and now my mom is looking at me with a lot of concern) I wish I could be more eloquent but I'm just floored from how moved I am. Wdym "kneels down" I'd have you sit on a throne if I could :< RIP that friend who doesn't even have a name, you died a tragic death but at least it gave us exquisite content ✨

#beloved-brynn #i'm not joking the expressions backgrounds and the shot of arle's eye where reader is saying 'where is my friend' is EXACTLY how i imagined #her little fang poking out on the first panel<333 amazing detail #and the fact that you probably did this while juggling through quizes and classes?? i wish i could hug you #i'm very very very happy that you chose to illustrate this specific sequence of dialogues bcuz tbh the whole fic was built around them #will save this brag about to my friends and cherish this forever #also i wanted it to be a surprise but i'm currently working on your request!! (i nearly fell out of my chair when i got it) #and uh you made my whole month<333 #arlecchino #vampire arlecchino #yandere arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #about ; pantomime of the night #yandere arlecchino x reader

[evolvingsidekick]

BD - winners where are they now (incomplete)

I think someone requested this somewhere

Most females and recent males because there are just too many to do rn

At companies:

Miriam Gittens (s2013): Gibney Company

Alyssa Allen (s2014): Ballets Jazz Montreal

Brianne Sellars (s2014): Dallas Black Dance Theatre

Ashley Green (s2015): Alvin Ailey American dance Theater

Payton Johnson (j2012, t2015, s2017): L.A. Dance Project

Vivian Ruiz (s2019): Ballet BC

Kelis Robinson (t2018, s2020): The Batsheva Dance Company; The Juilliard School

Kiarra Waidelich (m2016, j2018, t2020): Royal Flux Company

Quinn Starner (t2017): New York City Ballet Corps de Ballet

Emma Sutherland (j2014, t2016): MashUp Contemporary Dance Co.

Sarah Pippin (t2011): Ballet BC

Timmy Blankenship (s2017): Sydney Dance Company; choreographer

Brady Farrar (m2014, j2017, t2021): ABT Junior Company

Easton Magliarditi (t2020): Royal Flux Company

Graham Feeny (t2015): Artistic associate at Gibney Company

Logan Hernandez (t2015): Göteborgs Operans Danskompani

Zenon Zubyk (t2013): Nederlands Dans Theater

Jonathan Wade (j2011, s2016): Rambert Dance Company

Wyeth Walker (s2017): Rubberband Dance Company

Faculty/teacher/choreography:

Lucy Vallely (t2015, s2018): Broadway Dance Center, freelance choreographer

Jayci Kalb ( j2011, t2014, s2016): The Dance Centre; Radio City Clara 2010

Taylor Sieve (s2016): Jump Dance Convention

Jenna Johnson (s2012): DWTS pro, 24 Seven Dance Convention

Jazzmin James (t2012, s2015): faculty several intensives

Jaycee Wilkins (j2015): Club Dance Studio

Sophia Lucia (j2014): Dancelab OC

Brynn Rumfallo (m2014): Strive Dance Workshop (own project)

Talia Seitel (m2012): Project 21 (part-time)

Lex Ishimoto (t2014, s2016): Jump Dance Convention

at University/college:

Ellie Wagner (s2019): Ohio State University Dance Team

Ella Horan (s2021): USC Kaufman

Kayla Mak (m2014, s2021): The Juilliard School; Radio City Clara 2014, 2015

Brianna Keingatti (s2022): The Juilliard School

Julia Lowe (s2023): USC Kaufman

Ava Wagner (j2018): University of Minnesota Dance Team

Avery Gay (m2015, j2017): University of Arizona School of Dance

Leara Stanley (m2011): Duke University

Sam Fine (s2023): USC Kaufman; Young Arts 2022

Seth Gibson: The Juilliard School

Alex Shulman (s2022): New York University Tisch Dance

Joziah German (m2014, t2018, s2020): The Juilliard School

Joey Gertin (t2018): The Juilliard School

Professional dancer/choreographer:

Simrin Player (t2014, s2017): The Voice, Missy Elliot, Justin Bieber, RBD

Jaxon Williard (s2021): Rihanna, Madonna, Lil Nas X

D'Angelo Castro (j2012, t2016, s2019): DWTS troupe

Findlay Mcconnell (t2017, s2019): Tate McRace

Christian Smith (s2018): Tate McRae, NBC's Saved by the Bell

Keanu Uchida (s2014): Dancer the Musical; also a big advocate for protecting dancers and calling out inappropriate behaviour

Eric Schloesser (s2014): Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Dua Lipa, Billie Eilish, J Balvin; choreographer, creative director, designer; Dana Foglia Dance Company

Other/a combo of things:

Bianca Melchior (s2011): actor, dancer, singer; Nick Jonas, Alessia Cara, own music; faculty at On The Floor dance competition

Tate McRae (m2013, j2015, t2018): singer/songwriter

Bostyn Brown (j2016, t2019): Professional assistant at DanceOne

Megan Goldstein (t2017); dancer, photographer

Christina Ricucci (t2013): actor, musician, dancer

Bella Klassen (j2017): The Space, vlogger

Kalani Hilliker (j2013): influencer, teaching at several places (Danceplex, MBA)

Elliana Walmsley (m2018): influencer, DWTS Junior, Radio City Clara 2019

Diana Pombo (m2016): singer/songwriter, dancer, actor; Young Arts voice 2023+2024

Morgan Higgins (t2016, s2018): dancer, aerialist

Zelig Williams (s2013):dancer/actor: MJ the Musical, Hamilton

Daniel Gaymon (s2011): dancer/actor; Broadway (Cats, The Lion King); Hamilton national tour, La La Land

Ricky Ubeda (t2011, s2012): choreographer, actor; Steven Spielberg's West Side Story

Michael Hall (s2015): Saturday Night Fever the Musical, tv dancer in Cairo, Egypt; teacher

Julian Elia (t2014): Steven Spielberg's Westside Story, working on the development of a new Broadway musical

Sage Rosen (t2016): influencer; DWTS Junior

Ryan Maw (j2015, t2017): choreographer, dancer, actor: High School Musical: The Musical - The Series

Holden Maples (j2016, t2019): dancer, teacher, choreographer

Competing/not graduated honorable mentions:

Cameron Voorhees (m2018, j2021, t2023): Evolve Dance Complex; starting career as a teacher/choreographer

Crystal Huang (m2019, j2021, t2023): The Rock Center for Dance, Bayer Ballet Academy; Prix De Lausanne 2024, Young Arts 2024, Radio City Clara 2021

Hailey Bills (m2017, t2022): Center Stage Performing Arts Studio, DWTS Junior

Brightyn Brems (m2017): DWTS Junior

Avery Hall (t2022): Danceology; Young Arts 2023

Savannah Kristich (t2021): The Rock Center For Dance; Twyla Now

Savannah Manzel (m2020): Larkin Dance Studio, Radio City Clara 2023

Kya Massimino (m2021): Radio City Clara 2023

Ian Stegeman (m2019, j2021, t2023): Woodbury Dance Center, Young Arts 2024

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On The Bench | Nico Hischier

summary: after a loss to the Islanders Nico finds a way to take his anger out.

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, p in v (unprotected), choking, slight exhibitionist kink, swearing.

word count: 1.68k

authors note: this is part two to that Jack and Nico threesome but you don’t need to read that part before. Still not sure about this smut but it was fun to write and both Brynn and Kei seemed excited with their previews so let’s thank them for putting up with me 😚

Nico had one of the worst games of the most aggressive games of his life.

He had been in the box more times than he could count. His anger was only compounded by the fact that Jack had scored a hat trick that evening.

Of course you congratulated the boy when he came out the locker sending your boyfriend a frown as he hadn’t played well that evening.

So naturally Nico was feeling jealous as you continued to go on about how well the boy had done “and did you see that final goal!” You were mainly unaware of how irritated Nico was getting as he squeezed your hand.

You wanted to get your boyfriend jealous as you had a brand new lingerie under your outfit tonight and wanted to rile him up before he got to see it “where are we going?” You asked seeing him take the wrong turn off.

Nico mindlessly stared out at him he road in front of him “taking a detour.” The boy mumbled moving his hand from yours as he wrapped it around your thigh “we’re going to the prudential.” He explained making your eyes go wide.

What was there for your two?

The rest of your drive was quiet as Nico smiled at the security guard “hey Nico!” John looked up from his news paper as he grinned seeing you stood with your boyfriend.

Nico wrapped his hand around your waist “John could you do me a favour and let us in?” The captain had a key but he had left at your apartment “sure thing kids!” The seventy year old was clearly unaware of your boyfriends intentions as he unlocked the door letting you two in.

You took Nico’s suit jersey off from your shoulders “like seeing you with just this on.” Some of the wags thought it was nice wearing the jerseys as dresses with tights underneath.

So you were a total sight for sore eyes in his opinion “thought you preferred me with nothing on,” you smiled rubbing your fingers along Nico’s jaw.

It made your boyfriend laugh “like you in anything.” He confessed wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you in the direction of the rink.

The arena was silent as Nico opened the door to let you onto the rink “it’s a small walk.” The hockey player mumbled directing you in the direction of the bench.

Sure it was petty but Nico sat where Jack usually did “remember your list?” Nico asked cupping your calf in his hand as you landed on his lap.

Your cheeks grew warm “what if someone sees?” You asked as little light illuminated his face “that wasn’t your worry when you made that list.” Nico clicked his tongue as he leaned his head down to kiss your neck.

His warm breath fanned against your skin “fuck Neeks.” You gasped locking your fingers in his hair as your hips began to grind against his.

You let out a whine feeling his lips suck at your sweet spot that was just below your earlobe “you want this baby?” He asked pulling away to face you.

Nico stared up at you as you nodded “please cap fuck!” You whimpered unaware of how his pupils went wide.

This was the first time that Nico had heard you call him that “what did you say?” The hockey players hands tensed up around your waist “please?” You furrowed your eyebrows letting your lips form a pout when his hands stopped your hips from relieving the tension between your thighs.

His shook his head “after that,” he waited for you to say it again “cap?” You let out a gasp realising what he was talking about “you like it went I call you cap?” You smirked hooking your fingers under his jaw as you brought his lips into a kiss.

It was soft as he drove your hips into his waist as you straddled his thighs “I need you,” you begged feeling Nico’s bulge between your legs.

You had to admit that there was something always attractive when he had that post game sweaty look as his hair stuck to his face “lean up for me baby.” As uncomfortable as the bench was beneath your knees you couldn’t help but listen.

The sound of fabric ripping came from beneath you “Nico!” You complained sending him a scoff “I’ll buy you a new pair.” He proposed grinning at you as he lifted the jersey up so he could see the damage he had done “this new?” Nico added seeing the black thong that was under your tights.

You nodded as you undid his belt “wanted to show you when we got home.” You mumbled kissing his lips again as your tongue slid into his mouth.

It felt hot as you pulled his cock out of his boxers “what’s got you so hard?” You asked palming his boner between you both “you looking like that.” Nico groaned eyes fluttering as he shook with pleasure “‘s only right I make it better then huh?” Before he could get another word in your panties had been pulled to the side so you could run his cock over your clit.

Sinking onto his cock you both let out a shaky moan when you stopped to adjust to his size “c’mon baby you can take more.” Nico encouraged as he watched your eyes screw shut.

His hands drove your pussy to swallow the rest of his cock “shit baby,” he added letting your jersey fall to cover his cock as Nico helped you bounce your hips “so good.” You mumbled dropping your head to let your lips nip at his neck in an attempt to tune out your moans.

If there was one thing Nico was never going to get tired of was how your pussy wrapped around his cock like it was made for him “nobody can hear you princess.” The hockey player reminded you that you were alone as the ice was going to be the only place to tell the story of your moment with Nico.

A long moan left your lips as you looked up at him with a smile “fuck me harder,” you begged trying to speed up his thrusts.

Nico listened to you as he wrapped his hand around your throat “you like getting fucked on Jack’s seat?” He grumbled when you placed your hand over his “yeah Neeks,” you whined as he had his over hand on your hip guiding you movements as his cock thrusted inside of you.

The boy shook his head landing a slap to your ass “that’s not my name tonight,” Nico moaned feeling your pussy clench around his cock “makes me feel so good cap.” You gasped as the fabric of your thong rubbed against your clit sending your eyes into your head.

He wanted more as his possessive side showed “who makes you this wet princess?” The hockey player asked “know it’s not Jack.” You realised that your comments about his teammate had indeed gotten to him.

Your eyes screwed shut “it’s you cap.” You blurted out letting your hips spell out some gibberish “pussy was made for you.” You added starting to struggle to focus on lifting your hips up and down.

Nico smirked hearing that “shouldn’t even let you come with the way you’ve been talking about Jack.” He mumbled causing your eyes to shoot open “no cap.” You whined shaking your head.

You began to feel lightheaded as the boys hand squeezed your throat “fuck you’re so perfect.” Nico knew he couldn’t not have you come. He cared too much about your pleasure to not let you finish at the end of the night.

The sound of wood creaking beneath you echoed off of the empty ice “gonna make you ride home with my come dripping out of your pussy.” Nico confessed causing you to clench around him at the thought “you’d like it if I fingered you on that drive?” He added causing you to nod repeatedly “and just before you come I’ll stop.” The hockey player felt his cock throb at the idea.

But of course his words weren’t done there “you’d like to be edged before I make you go all night in our bed?” Nico’s offer rang through your ears as you remained silent “or maybe I should just stop here and leave you horny tonight.” He grunted pressing a kiss to your ear.

All of a sudden it seemed that the fog that formed in your mind as you became cock drunk cleared “bed, bed, bed.” You repeated each time he forced your hips to bounce against his making you take more of his cock each time “that’s what I thought.” Nico grumbled pecking your lips.

Nico’s movements began to grow inconsistent as he teetered on the line of having an orgasm “not going to last baby,” he confessed biting at his cheek “me neither.” You added as your body began to shake.

It was hot as you both came “don’t stop cap!” You cried quickly getting cut off as his lips swallowed your moan.

His come shot into your tight pussy as it squeezed his cock “shit baby!” Nico gasped as your hips began to slow down when you both came down from your orgasms.

Your body shuddered as Nico’s cock dropped from your pussy “you okay baby?” Your boyfriend asked readjusting your panties before he went to pulling his boxers over his cock “you jealous of Jack?” You shot back genuinely being concerned.

It made Nico smile as he tucked your hair behind your ear “why should I be when it’s my come being held inside your pussy by those panties.” He pointed out grinning as he pecked your lips.

Nico tapped your thigh “let’s go home so we can do round two.” His words made you laugh “what happened to the car?” You pouted looking up at him.

The hockey player cupped your jaw “maybe if you behave on the walk to the car I’ll let you have it.”

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Helpless

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Febuwhump day 1: Helpless

Phoenix receives a secondment request.

Set in the future, when Brynn has joined the team and Phoenix (just about) knows that their treatment by Abbie and co was abuse.

803 words

CWs: immortal whumpee, dehydration, PTSD, past abuse, accidental self-neglect, implied future return to abuser, low self-esteem

Phoenix can barely read the words on the screen anymore. They just look like... disjointed letters. Black and white, spelling out something so clearly only they don't know what it says.

They remember, though. The short assignment message, sent straight to their inbox. Short and not so sweet. Seared into their brain.

Team assignment. Starting on: XX/XX/20XX. Length: Two months. Seconded to a team led by Abbie Graham aka The Spark. Request Phoenix Costello aka Firebird for the job.

They don't know what the job is. They know why they've been requested, because it makes sense, they worked in that team for five years. But they don't know anything else.

They should tick the 'yes' box. That's what they should do. They're not typing a reason in the 'no' box, they're not letting anyone else go. They wonder if Abbie herself requested them. They wonder what she'll do to them while they're there.

It's only temporary. At least it's only temporary.

It's there in stark black and white. It seems, somehow, like it should be a bigger thing. Colours, red, big and bold. Everyone should know. Not just... stark black and white, a brief, normal assignment notice.

Someone taps them on the shoulder and they spin round, heart pounding, wondering if Abbie has–

No. No, it's just Kai. They breathe out a sigh of relief. It's not Abbie.

Not yet.

"You, um, you scared me," they say hoarsely, trying to muster a smile. "What, um, is it?"

"You're scaring us," replies Kai. "You haven't left your room in a week, you haven't answered Joseph's messages, haven't even looked at anyone's we know who has their read messages on. I know your door's on red, and we were respecting your privacy but... it's been a week with no sign of you. Santhiya said you're alive. She also said you seem distressed, but she wouldn't go in further just in case. What's wrong?"

"I– it– um, I–"

Phoenix gives up. They can't articulate it, they'll never be able to articulate it. They gesture helplessly towards the screen.

Kai reads the words (the stark, black and white, unerasable words) and then swears violently. Phoenix flinches.

"Sorry. I can see why... well. Have you moved from this chair in the last week?"

Phoenix, legs tucked up to their chest, arms back around their legs, shakes their head. They didn't realise it had been a week.

"Let's get this answered and then move you, yeah? Which way are you going to go?"

It's a perfunctory question and they both know it. The 'no' box is there because it's legally required. But they're not required to make it easy.

"Yes," whispers Phoenix. But they don't turn, and their hand doesn't move. They can't click the button.

"You want me to..."

Phoenix nods, and Kai does so.

What kind of a hero are they if they can't even click a button?

"Okay. Think you can move at all?"

Phoenix tries. Nothing happens. What will Abbie do if–

"You need to calm down, Phoenix. You still have a week. Take a deep breath for me and hold onto my hands. Arms down first, then your legs. Then up. Arms, legs, up. Okay?"

Phoenix nods. Arms, legs, up. Easy.

Why can't they do this on their own? Abbie's going to kill them.

Arms.

Legs. Ouch, those are painful and take a long time to move. They flex them tentatively, then more so when they're not quite so painful.

Their feet hit the floor and they wince. Ow.

They push down on Kai's hands as they move to stand, and dizziness overwhelms them. Oh, fuck, fuck. Something warm is holding them now and all the sensations are coming back. They're all tingly and sore and wobbly legs and dizzy and they need the toilet and their stomach cramps and aches and they're all nauseous. Their mouth is dry and their head hurts and they're exhausted, everything blurry. And they're cold and sticky and they probably smell.

"Hey, easy, easy, I've got you." Oh. Oh it's Kai holding them. "When did you last drink anything?"

They shrug. Their brain's all foggy, they can't think.

"Fuck. Can someone call Aaron? Urgently?"

Phoenix flinches at the volume of the last part. "Sorry. Sorry. Got to make sure Morfydd hears. I know your healing means you can last longer without water but you'll die soon if you don't get help."

No. No they won't. They won't die at all, that's the point of them. But they lean against Kai until they're moved, led down with their head propped up, and then they start moving really fast.

"What happened?" asks... Aaron, they think it is. They don't know who he's talking to but they answer anyway, voice a dying, defeated rasp.

"Couldn't even... click a button."

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