#I have another black haired one I want to gif but I haven't decided how I want to cut it yet...

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Interlude: Lonely

IU X Miyeon X Male Reader

You have walked past her table a couple of times already. It's not unusual to drink while having dinner, she is an adult after all. But the amount she is consuming starts to concern you. One bottle of soju after another finds its place on her table.

When you walk past her once again, to greet someone whom you haven't talked to yet, you decide to sit down. In that moment, someone else enters your restaurant. You stand there for a moment, wondering what's going on.

Her black dress is slightly gleaming in the light. It's quite short and her rather big boots compliment it well. She isn't wearing a necklace. Only a couple pearl rings and a handbag. Her black hair completes that dark look she has going on.

When your eyes meet, you remember you are in a public place. There is no official reason for the both of you to know each other. And yet Choi Miyeon has that look on her face already. That look that tells you what she wants you to do to her tonight.

Distracted, you don't realize that you have been standing next to the other idol, whom you were concerned about earlier.

"Why are you standing here? I didn't order anything."

Her drunk voice sounds kinda cute, although her outfit isn't. She is going for the same look as the vixen, who just sat down at a table nearby. Dark and sexy.

Her eyes are only half open as she stares at you.

"You know what? Bring me another bottle?"

She points with her finger at you, but it sways slightly and it looks like she wants to hypnotize you.

"Ms Lee. Why don't you go back to your hotel?"

You ask in a polite tone, but she waves you off.

"No no no. My room is empty. I don't want to be empty."

She scoffs before downing another glass of soju.

You weren't prepared for drunk talk tonight, but she is still your customer. When she appeared a few hours ago, you were surprised, but then you remember the brand, which you buy your soju from.

Lee Ji-eun, aka IU, decided to check out your restaurant, when she heard of its opening.

"Ms Lee. Can you tell me where your manager is?"

If you can't get her home, he probably can.

"Don't call me that."

She furrows her brows as she leans her head on her forearms, which are resting on the table. Her chef for her table left a while ago, so the two of you are alone.

"Just Ji. Or IU. I'm alone anyways."

She murmurs into the sleeves of her jacket.

"Fine. IU then. It's late already, don't you want to have some sleep? I'm sure you are tired."

"No no no."

She raises her hand and waves to decline your idea.

"My bed is empty. I don't want to."

"It's empty since you aren't in it."

"I'm empty."

You sigh as you rub your face. The whole day has been hectic and stressful.

"How about I bring you home?"

IU focuses on you, at least she is trying to, and eyes you suspiciously.

"You-You wanna play?"

You raise your eyebrow.

"What?"

"You wanna play?"

She giggles before trying to one shot another glass. Most of the clear liquid falls onto the table, some stains her top.

"What kind of game?"

IU shakes her head, which obviously makes her feel dizzy afterwards.

"You don't know. No no no."

You sigh, before asking the inevitable.

"What don't I know?"

"What-What we play. I never have someone to play."

"Don't you have friends?"

You feel like you are talking to a twelve year old who just took some painkillers.

"They don't play with me."

She mumbles on and pouts cutely as she slightly lifts her head.

"They only play with each other. Or with guys."

The last part was definitely filled with bitterness and annoyance.

"Guys don't want to play with me either. Why not?"

She looks at you, her eyes still barely open.

"Why don't boys play with me?"

You are starting to realize what she is saying. And you also realize where this is heading.

"Am I not cute?"

She pushes the empty green bottles away from her and you realize IU is recreating one of her commercials. At least she is trying to.

You do have to say so that drunk IU isn't as cute as her sober counterpart.

"Or am I not sexy enough?"

It takes her a moment to focus on you and open her eyes completely. But when she does, she looks stunning.

The Korean singer is older than you. Quite a few years actually. You weren't really into older women before, but IU? You can see why guys would be tempted.

"You are one gorgeous woman."

You smile at her, hoping this will lift her mood.

"Then why don't you do it?"

She gives you a groggy smile and sways that finger of hers again.

"Why don't you play with me?"

"You are drunk, IU."

She shakes her head.

"No no no. Not drunk. T-Tipsy."

She nods as if she is trying to convince herself.

"Yes, yes. Tipsy."

You lean back in your seat, trying to come up with a plan to get this woman in a bed. It doesn't have to be yours, but if she would be to sober up on the way, you wouldn't be complaining.

"Excuse me, sir."

You close your eyes in disbelief as you recognize the voice. Turning around, you see Miyeon standing behind you.

"May I talk to you for a moment? It's-"

You can see her struggling to come up with some excuse. Luckily, almost all of the media is already gone.

"It's about the cucumbers."

She looks surprised at herself at that idiotic comment. One might think that she is hammered too.

You glare at her, but she eventually convinces you with her suggestive glance towards your crotch. Cucumbers my ass.

About to stand up, you see IU lift her head, which dropped back onto her arms a couple of moments ago.

"You."

She looks at Miyeon.

"He wants to play with me. Why are you taking him?"

Miyeon ignores her and drags you a couple of steps away.

You don't know how Miyeon did it. But you find yourself walking down the sidewalk, IU holding onto your arm. She is less drunk already. The pill that Miyeon gave her, some water and the cool Paris night seem to sober her up.

"I apologize for making you bring me to my hotel."

You shake your head as you look down the empty street.

"It is closing time soon, anyways."

"Thank you, though."

She squeezes your arm gently.

"What did you mean earlier?"

IU looks at you with worry.

"What did I say?"

"You said you are lonely."

"Ah."

She nods as the two of you keep walking.

"I am. I sometimes have the feeling that no one is interested in me."

You stay silent as she keeps talking.

"I can never really have a boyfriend. Or girlfriend."

She whispered that last word, but you managed to hear it.

"It must be hard since you are a celebrity. But I'm sure you will find someone you love eventually."

To your surprise, IU shakes her head.

"That's not what I want right now."

She looks up into your eyes.

"Oh."

You look away and keep walking in silence.

"I just want to-"

She looks around the empty street, before getting on her tiptoes.

"-get fucked."

She stares at you once more.

You are about to say something, having Miyeon's plan still in the back of your head, but the Korean actress looks away.

"I'm jealous of all the girl groups, you know? They maybe don't have boyfriends, but at least each other."

She sighs and you realize she isn't completely sober yet.

"Imagine if you were in a nine member group. All of their hands on your body."

Her voice sounds dreamy and you stay quiet, but not because you are polite.

"Their fingers on your skin. All of them taking turns kissing you..."

She trails off and looks into the night.

You curse silently, glancing at your pants.

As if she has done this a million times, IU lets her hand slide down your arm and locks her fingers with yours.

"As much as I love younger girls eating me out, I love younger guys fucking my brains out more."

The two of you come to halt and you can't say a word. Until now, she was as subtle as possible. Now she is just saying out loud what she is thinking.

"Do you know how long it has been since I sucked cock?"

She takes a step closer, her eyes partially covered by her bangs.

"I would give anything for a nice dick in my pussy right now."

As soon as the elevator doors close, IU pulls your head down. She captures your lips with hers and you can still taste some of the soju she drank earlier.

As the taste and her scent start to take over your senses, you realize she smells like strawberries. Her lips, which have a similar color, are soft and sweet as you invade her mouth with your tongue.

Your make out session is interrupted when the doors open again, but IU takes your hand and drags you after her. She almost runs to her room, before she uses the key card to open the door.

As she is about to step inside, you pin her against the doorframe. You feel her bite your lip as you push your tongue inside her mouth once more. Holding her hands in yours, you take the key card and let it fall to the ground, right outside the room.

The two of you stumble towards her bed as you kick the door shut behind you. Afraid you are gonna hurt her, you make sure she is on top as the two of you hit the sheets. IU is lying on top of you, her bangs slightly tickling your forehead as she keeps her lips on yours.

As you stroke her hair, you feel her hands running down your body with one particular goal. Making quick work of your belt, she doesn't stop kissing you. Your own hands run down her naked lower back and hold onto her butt, locking her in place.

"Let me go."

She smiles into the kiss as she tuggs at the waistband of your boxers.

"I can do more with these lips than kissing."

You let her cheeks go and you feel her glide down your body. Raising your hips, you see IU taking off your pants.

"This was worth the wait."

Her eyes sparkle with satisfaction as she sees your cock. She reaches out with both hands, before she starts to stroke you. One at the bottom, one at the top. You feel yourself harden immediately at her work. She does seem skilled, although she said she doesn't have much sex.

Opening her mouth, IU lets some spit fall off her tongue and onto your tip. She spreads it around your tip with her thumb.

"This looks delicious."

She gives you a big smile, before she leans down. Her upper hand is replaced by her warm mouth. Slowly, her lips glide along the length of your shaft.

You reach out to hold her hair as IU gives you one of the best blowjobs you ever had. Her skillful tongue does not miss a spot as she lets it roam all over your cock. Her lips are sealed tight around you, making her cheeks hollow. While her right hand is still holding the base of your cock, the left one is sliding upwards, underneath your shirt.

IU can feel your abs with her hand as she keeps taking your cock into her mouth. You almost think that she doesn't have a gag reflex at all. Your tip reaches the back of her throat. The black haired woman takes it with ease as she has almost all of your cock in her mouth.

Once she reaches your base with her lips, she does choke slightly. She looks up, before moving her head in a circular motion, which makes you groan. Your cock still deep inside her throat.

"Fuck, you are good."

IU slowly moves her head upwards, letting your dick out of her mouth.

"This is nothing."

She gives you a naughty smile.

"I could suck you off with my eyes closed."

"Is that so?"

She winks at you and resumes her blowjob. You have to close your eyes momentarily as she works wonders on your cock. A few moments later, you are able to untie your blue tie. Reaching forward, you place it on her eyes, before tying it at the back of her head.

"What is this?"

IU chuckles.

"You said you could do this with your eyes closed."

You glance at the door as you see it open quietly.

"You bet. As long as I have a cock in my throat, I don't care if I can see or not."

The woman who just entered the room bites her lip at the older woman's comment.

Afraid that IU would catch on, you guide her head back towards your dick. When her lips touch your tip, a smile plays around them, before she obediently opens her mouth. As your cock glides into her mouth, you see Miyeon staring.

As if she forgot what she is here for. You point with your free hand towards her small sports bag she brought with her, which snaps Miyeon out of her trance.

She puts it down quietly, but all that can be heard in this room right now are IU's sucking sounds.

The younger woman opens her bag quickly, taking out a long, black object.

Unbeknownst to IU, Miyeon hooks her thumbs underneath the straps of her dress, before letting it fall to the ground. That she isn't wearing a bra was obvious before, but you can now see that she isn't wearing underwear either.

While IU still works on your cock, you watch Miyeon idly playing with her clit. She rubs it with two of her fingers as she watches the two of you.

"Miyeon!"

You mouth in her direction.

It takes her a couple of moments to tear her eyes away from your cock, which is currently resting inside IU's throat.

She winks at you, before reaching for the black object and something else inside the bag. When she said she brought some toys, you just shrugged it off. But it looks like Miyeon has a whole arsenal with her.

You watch her putting on the black strap on, while holding a bottle of lube.

"You are so quiet. Did you pass out already?"

IU chuckles at your attempt to keep quiet.

"You would need to work harder for that."

"Fine."

She sticks her tongue out mockingly, before letting more spit drop out of her mouth.

"Let's see who passes out first."

She wraps her lips around your cock once again.

As IU deep throats your dick, Miyeon is slowly walking towards the bed. She already opened the small glassy bottle in her hand. She is slowly stroking the long strap on with her slick hand. If you saw it correctly, the lower part of her toy is resting inside her own pussy, around four inches, while the rest is for her to use on her sunbae. It's around your own length, but yours is slightly bigger.

IU is still chocking on your cock. It looks like she is determined to make you pass out, or at least make you cum. Either way, she keeps you down her throat, not letting an inch miss any attention.

You have to hold onto a fistful of her dark hair, while your left hand is grabbing the sheets. IU is not joking around when it comes to blowjobs.

You watch Miyeon as she is now standing right behind the bed. In one swift motion she reaches forward and takes a hold of the older girl's pants' waistband.

"What?"

IU's surprised yelp is muffled by your cock down her throat. You force her head in place. Miyeon starts to take off her pants. IU struggles against the two of you.

"Stay put."

You force her lips to reach your base once more.

"You said you want attention."

Once IU has calmed down, Miyeon finally manages to rid her off her pants.

"Wow, unnie. Your pussy looks so pretty."

She purrs, before getting onto the bed herself.

You see IU relaxing as she realizes that the other girl is someone she knows. She just doesn't know who it is yet. In her blindfolded state, she is forced to only react to both of your touches. Miyeon holds onto her waist, making her rise her butt. She is now in this "demon pose" position. You can see the shape of her plump ass behind her head from your point of view.

"Fuck. Your body."

You see IU smile around your cock.

It's quickly replaced by a moan as you watch Miyeon spit on her hand, before reaching between the older girl's legs.

A couple of moans and seconds later, you can already see Miyeon aligning her strap on with IU's snatch.

You are kinda jealous, especially after Miyeon's comment.

The older girl's mouth forms an O shape as she gets penetrated by the plastic strap on. Your wet cock falls out of her mouth.

"Holy fuck."

"Do you like this, unnie?"

"I love it."

IU sighs as she holds onto the base of your dick once more. She guides your tip towards her mouth. Pushing her head down, you watch IU getting two of her wholes stuffed with cock. Although you can't see it, you can tell that her eyes are closed in bliss.

Miyeon moves her hips back and forth, letting the strap on slide in and out of IU's cunt. With every thrust forward, the older girl gets pushed forward, which forces your cock deeper down her throat.

Your head rests against the hotel room wall as you try to keep your composure. Even with a dildo in her pussy, IU is still sucking the life out of you. Her mouth trying it's best to make you cum. Your hand in her hair tugs at it occasionally, making her stop for just a moment. There are plenty of moments, where you think you are about to cum. But luckily, you manage to make her stop just at the right time.

"Your cock is so big now."

IU's words are interrupted by another one of her moans.

"I know you are going to cum."

She uses your tip to smear all your pre cum over her lips.

"Just give it to me already."

She takes you into her mouth again. Determined to make you cum now.

Looking behind her, you watch Miyeon slowly fucking IU from behind. Her own eyes are closed, the other end of the strap on obviously pleasuring her more than she would like to admit. Her hips roll back and forth, letting the plastic move in and out of IU's snatch.

"Come on, baby. Cum in my mouth."

The older girl makes you focus on her again. You have to hold onto her head with both hands, due to the pleasure she is sending through your system. You didn't plan on cuming so fast. But here you are.

As IU deep throats your cock, you hold her in place with both hands. Her lips almost reaching the end of your cock. You feel her gagging slightly. The muscles of her throat tighten around you. The slight shoves from Miyeon make her move around you. She humms slightly, when Miyeon hits the right spot.

"I'm gonna cum."

You groan as you feel IU's hands wander towards your abs once more. She isn't leaving room for her hands on your cock anyway.

Her gags become louder. As Miyeon gives her a big thrust from behind, you finally cum down IU's throat. You push her head further down as you feel her moan. Ropes of your cum coat her throat and mouth from the inside.

It takes you a couple of moments to recover from IU's blowjob. You just lie on the bed, enjoying the view of her getting softly pounded by Miyeon. You realize that she still doesn't know, who is fucking her.

The same thought runs through Ji-eun's head at the same time. She was surprised at first, to say the least. And although the strap on doesn't compare to a real cock, it's still a nice feeling to get filled in two holes at the same time. As you are now recovering, your cock resting in her hands, Ji-eun tries to guess who is fucking her. It's hard, since she sometimes loses her train of thought, whenever the girl behind her is hitting the right spot. She called her unnie, right? It can't be Yoo In-Na then, since she is older. Plus, she would have recognized her voice.

Lee Ahin maybe? But she would have called her "sunbaenim" respectfully. But it still could be her. Ji-eun remembers, that she was jealous the way Ahin looked at you occasionally from across the room.

You see Miyeon bite her lip, as a moan escapes her mouth. You never expected to be in this situation. And you never expected Miyeon to come up with this idea.

Watching her pleasuring herself and IU with her strap on makes your cock hard again. The older girl's hands aren't very innocent either though.

As she realizes that you are ready for round two, IU takes you into her mouth once more. You are still a little more sensitive than usual. You groan as she does her best to make your cock as hard as possible. Her body still being rocked back and forth by Miyeon.

"Daddy, you should try this pussy."

Miyeon sighs, her half opened eyes focused on you.

"I think this unnie is hungry for your cock in her little cunt."

The way IU moans at the younger girl's comment makes you slowly guide her head off your cock.

Her eyes are still covered, which means she still can't see what you are doing. You get off the bed and walk over to Miyeon. Capturing her lips with yours, you make the younger girl come to halt. The two of you enjoy each other's mouths.

Glancing downwards, you have a good view on IU's pussy. It's visibly stretched out by Miyeon's black dildo. Her lower lips are tightly wrapped around it. You can see some of her slick juices running down her inner thighs as she is still in the same position as before. You reach out to knead her left ass cheek.

"What are you waiting for? Give it to me."

She moans as she looks over her shoulder, eyes still covered by your tie.

You push against the left side of her hips, which makes her fall on her back on the bed. Miyeon left her pussy just a second earlier and now you are standing between her legs.

You admire IU's beautiful pussy. Her pink, plump lips glisten slightly. Her clit is slightly visible and her skin around it is as smooth as the rest of her body.

Unable to resist, you lean down to have a taste. You taste some of her juices as you lick her pussy lips.

"Oh, fuck."

IU moans. She expected your cock, not your tongue.

Standing straight again, you hold her waist with both hand. Nodding towards the bottle of lube, you instruct Miyeon to use it. A mischievous smile appears on her face. While she opens it and pours some of the liquid onto the strap on, you pick IU up. She instinctively wraps her legs around you, still not having a clue about what's about to happen. Her arms are reaching around your neck and her face is right in front of yours. You move a little, so that Miyeon can stand behind her.

You place your hand on one of her firm butt cheeks, while the other reaches for your cock. Slowly, you insert yourself into her pussy.

"Oh god."

IU sighs as your tip enters her. Since she is way smaller than you, you have to slide her up and down on your cock. Now holding both of her cheeks in your hand, you slowly lower her further.

With every inch, IU's mouth opens wider. When she finally reaches your base, a loud moan escapes her mouth.

"Fuck you are so big."

Her walls are tight around you. Looking down, you see one of the most beautiful things you have ever seen. IU's pink lips molding around your cock, keeping it in her snatch.

Her head drops back as you make her lean away from you by pulling her ass towards you. She is now on the perfect night for Miyeon. The younger girl runs her fingers over IU's waist, before aligning her strap on with her hole.

Once the wet plastic touches her rear entrance, IU knows what's going on.

"Oh fuck! I have never dones this before."

You can tell she is squeezing her eyes shut as Miyeon starts to push inside of her. You feel her strap on press against your cock through the thin wall of IU's body. With every inch, the older woman breaths heavier, until she is completely filled.

Her black hair covers Miyeon's face as she is just hanging there between the two of you. She is completely defenseless. IU can't do anything but moan as you start to lift her up.

She has never felt so full. Both of her holes are stuffed with cock as she slides upwards. Since Miyeon is shorter than you, you have to stop lifting IU when you reach your own tip, otherwise the strap on would slide out. And whenever you push IU down, she can only take a third of Miyeon's dildo inside of her.

Despite these little flaws, the older girl still feels like she is in heaven. All of her muscles relax except the ones in her pussy and ass. Over and over you slowly lift her up and pull her down. After just a couple of moments, the Korean actress has become a stuttering mess.

"Oh! Fu-! Yes! Please more!"

Her back is now completely arched, her head resting on Miyeon's shoulder. Because IU is still wearing that black top, you can only dive into her neck. You kiss her skin as you make her moan in tandem with your moves.

After having found a rhythm that works for all of you, you start to go a little faster. The effect it has on IU is evident as her moans turn louder and her hands on your back hold you tighter. You hear Miyeon moan occasionally as well, whenever IU is pushed onto her strap on. It pushes it a little further into her own pussy everytime, giving her pleasure as well.

The older woman has now lost her ability to form words. Her moans are deep and drawn out. Her pussy feels incredible tight, partially because of Miyeon's strap on in her ass, which slightly pushes against your cock.

You hear IU whine as she starts to cum. Her body tenses up a little as she feels a flame burn through her body. It has been building up since Miyeon pulled her pants off. Now, she is cuming on your cock, her juices dribbling down onto the carpet.

You hiss as you feel IU's pussy contracting around you. The way she feels pushed you closer as well. You are able to hold out, until she calms down, but you know that you might not survive another orgasm of hers.

You keep your rhythm nonetheless, making IU moan loudly once more. Her eyes are still covered as she sees nothing but darkness. After that orgasm, the flame in her body doesn't die down. Instead, it keeps building again. The darkness is replaced by bright colors. You are quite literally making her see stars as you make IU cum for a second time.

She whines once more, too lust drunk to speak. At the same time, Miyeon moans. You guess it's not really about the stimulation for her, but the act itself. A small orgasm rushes through the younger girl's body, making her knees buckle.

Seeing the two of them cum, makes you want to do the same. For a second you wonder if you want to trade holes with Miyeon, but IU's pussy is something you can't pass up on. There is no way in hell you pull out, until you cum.

Up until now, the two of you fucked her with a rather slow, steady pace. Fast enough to make her cum, but still not with your usual force. You can feel the lust building up inside of you.

Miyeon looks like that as well, although she probably has something else in mind. Although the dildo inside of her makes her feel good, it's hard for her to cum. The two of you exchange glances, before you come to a silent agreement.

You lift IU up one last time, higher than before. It makes Miyeon's strap on slide out of her ass, while your tip still remains inside of her. You see your cock is slick with her juices. The younger girl hurries to unbuckle the belt of her strap on, before letting it fall to the ground. She jumps onto the bed, her hand already near snatch as she is ready to watch the end of the show.

Ji-eun is still wondering what's going on as she obviously feels Miyeon's strap on leave her ass. You kiss her neck once more as she is too tired to complain about the lack of fullness.

Your arms start to get tired, so you place her on the wooden dresser, which is standing near the bed. Her back is pressed against the cold wall as you push fully inside of her once more.

"Right there."

She sighs as you hit a new spot in this position. Looking behind you, you see Miyeon is already knuckle deep in her own pussy, eyes only half open. She decided that it's more pleasurable for her if she doesn't have to move so much. The fucking tiring her out.

Knowing that IU can't look at Miyeon, since you are blocking the view, you pull down your tie. It hangs loosely around her neck as you see her eyes after a long time. Her lust makes her look like she is angry. Her brown eyes focused on you as her upper lip slightly twitches.

"Now fuck me hard."

She demands, not even bothering to try and find out, who fucked her ass.

You bottom out inside of her as you start to pound her onto the wall.

"Faster!"

She has become more vocal, now that she can see. Maybe she was a little shy earlier, but now, she is enjoying herself too much to care.

"Fuck yes! Make the whole hotel hear!"

She moans loudly as you keep your pace. The dresser doesn't seem very safe. It starts to rock back and forth with your thrusts, hitting the wall occasionally. It creaks as you fuck IU on its smooth surface.

"Make them know that I'm getting pounded hard! Make them touch themselves!"

You fuck her faster, almost scared she is going to hit the wall with her head. Now that she can see, IU keeps her eyes on yours, capturing your gaze.

"I'm gonna cum."

It's hard to bring that sentence over your lips, but you can't stop it. It's like IU's pussy was made for only one purpose. To make you cum.

"Yeah! Give it to me!"

She moans louder, holding onto the shirt you are still wearing.

"Cum all over my pussy! Paint me with your cum!"

Holding onto her waist, you pull IU further onto your cock with every thrust. You hear Miyeon in the background, moaning and whining as she cums on her finger. The dresser sounds like it's going to collapse any minute as you fuck one of the most beautiful women on earth on its surface.

IU's face is close to yours and her lips find yours. The two of you kiss, without slowing down your pace.

Pulling back one last time, you thrust into IU as you feel yourself cuming. You regretfully leave her tight pussy. But she told you where she wants it.

As you climax, your cum starts to paint her pussy. It coats her puffy lips and her clit, some drops hitting her flat midriff.

"Fuck yes."

IU sighs as she feels your warm cum on her pussy. It slowly dribbles down along her lips and onto the wooden surface underneath her.

You capture IU's pink lips with your own as that strawberry taste invades your taste buds once more. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that Miyeon is already putting her dress back on.

IU will never know, who of her juniors made her ever feel so full. And loved.

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(Alternative Ending)

Hi, everyone!

I hope you guys enjoyed this one. From now on, I will try to occasionally mix in these shorter interludes. This way, I can write smaller chapters, which I get expired by in random situations, or you can request scenarios, which aren't exactly compatible with the story. I will try my best to somehow fit them into the story, for example as a dream. These short chapters aren't really relevant for the plot, which means you can read them without the story, or if you don't like the idols, you can just skip them.

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You and Suguru have been best friends since high school. 

Getting introduced to him by a certain, snow-haired, crystalline-eyed troublemaker in your first year at Jujutsu Tech had to have been the highlight of your life at the time.

He was in stark contrast to his other best friend, Satoru Gojo, but that may be why the two of you got along so well.

Gojo and Shoko joked around about how similar the two of you acted and that you should drop the 'best friend' facade and just date already. 

Your tight-lipped presentation paired with Suguru's quiet reticence allowed the two of you to shrug off their suggestions fairly easily and keep it pushing.

All that began to change though once the four of you graduated high school and started college.

Gojo, with his lovable loud-mouthed self, continued his relentless teasing  of Suguru throughout the first two years of college. Shoko effectively took over with teasing you, but you continued to just laugh them off.

“Really, you two? If Sugu and I wanted to date each other, we could have done that ages ago! Since you’re both so invested in love, why don’t the two of you go on a date, huh?”

That shut them up pretty quick.

Thankfully, because you didn’t know how much more of their sad attempts at matchmaking you’d be able to handle.

—-

When the third year of university rolled around, there was a drastic change to you and Suguru's dynamic.

It started off innocent: late-night study sessions in the library that ended with you spending the night in his dorm room.

He didn't want you walking across campus to the women's dormitories in the dark by yourself (why didn't he offer to walk you?), so staying over with him was obviously the only option.

With the two of you having been friends for years, initially, there was no awkwardness; only warm, comfortable silences while the both of you studied together.

Suguru had decided to major in religious ministry and planned to pursue a Ph.D. in the subject once he finished his undergraduate studies. His logical and emotional intelligence are both above average, so you know that he'll excel in his chosen program. 

With you always having had a love for science and medicine, much like Shoko, you opted to pursue a degree in biology with a pre-medicine concentration, though you haven't quite made your mind up about whether you'd rather pursue medical school or another type of graduate school.

No awkwardness, right?

That was true until one fateful night in his dorm room.

The two of you were studying, per usual, but something in the air seemed off. Finally, Suguru spoke up.

"You know, Y/N, I think that Satoru and Shoko are partially right."

You were nose-deep in an anatomy book before his smooth voice broke through the silence in the room.

"Huh, partially? About what?"

The book closed with a soft plunk and your e/c eyes were now focused on Suguru's face.

He looked pensive like he was trying to put his full thoughts into words before expressing them to you. His black square-framed glasses slipped down and rested on the bridge of his nose. You wanted to lean forward and push them back up.

"About us. How we should date or whatever." 

"Oh, and what makes them right after what, nearly 6 years, now?" You asked in an amused tone.

Suguru chuckled softly and then began to rise from his black leather desk chair. His slipper-clad feet padded towards you until he was kneeling on his bed, his left knee situated right between your thighs.

"Su..?" You asked breathlessly as he steadily moved closer to you. His taller frame enclosed around you, like a massive tree hiding a small bird within its branches.

He leaned down until his cowlick was touching your forehead.

"Sugu.."

Then in the next moment he was kissing you.

He tasted exactly how you expected: like black tea and mint.

A startled gasp left your lips as he pressed his harder into yours, smearing your Chapstick. 

With shaky hands, you carefully brought them to rest on his neck. 

Suguru smirked against your lips, sucked your bottom one into his mouth and gave it a harsh suckle.

Suddenly, you were pushed onto your back with Suguru sitting up on his knees, your thighs on either side of his hips.

"Mmm, Su, wait…what's all this about?" You peered up at him through lidded eyes with mink lashes attached. Bottom lip red and swollen from his urgent kisses.

He swiped his tongue over his teeth, revealing the head of that sinful tiger eye tongue bar.

"I just want to…test a hypothesis if you will indulge me, pretty girl…" 

You felt your face beginning to burn from bashfulness at his insinuations as well as the use of the scientific jargon.

He moved back so you could fully sit up. 

"Okay, I'm listening." 

"Well, I don't know if you've felt it, but there's an undeniable amount of chemistry and sexual tension between us."

"There is?" You made your face look surprised, your brows furrowing and your mouth contorting into a small "o"

Suguru rolled his dark onyx eyes at your obliviousness.

"I just had my tongue tickling your palatines while you reciprocated eagerly, yet you think there's no sexual tension there?"

You scoffed a laugh. "You have really got to stop reading my anatomy texts." 

"But why? They're quite interesting." He smirked. 

"Yeah, but quoting them while we're getting hot and heavy? So not sexy, Su." 

He gripped your thigh, squeezing the fat of it through your spandex shorts before rubbing his hand down your leg to your pedicured foot.

Suguru massaged your toes gently, rubbing his rough palm over the sensitive soles; it felt so good, especially since you'd been up and down the campus all day, trying to locate your new classes for the semester. 

A deep sigh/moan escaped your still-wet lips and you ran your tongue over them to savor the lingering flavor of Suguru's kiss.

He put both hands on your thighs and wrapped them around his lower back before continuing to massage your legs and feet. 

"Huh, you like that, baby?" He asked with an air of arrogance in his tone,  eyes crinkling in mirth through his glasses as he stared down at you.

"Gosh, yes, Sugu. My feet were killing me. Thank you."

Suguru only chuckled softly before grabbing both your ankles and bringing your legs to rest on his shoulders, just to watch the expression on your face change from relaxed to surprised.

"Su!"

"Hmm, don't start screaming my name just yet, little one."  

And that was the very first night that you two fucked.

—-

Throughout the rest of the year, that was how the two of you continued on.

Those late-night study sessions in Suguru's dorm room turned into late-night sex sessions.

He still gave you those foot massages followed by eating you out until your voice was hoarse from calling his name.

Whenever Suguru had a rough day in class, he'd text your phone and you'd know to immediately head to his room after your evening classes.

He'd waste no time grabbing your throat and pinning you against the small armoire, throwing one leg on his hip and slotting himself in between so you could feel his angry hard-on.

The one that only fucking you could satiate.

Or some days he'd come to your dorm to help you study for your lab exams and memorize organic molecule configurations.

He'd reward you for correct answers with long drags of his tongue through your folds and hard sucks on your clit while you gazed down at him from under your notebooks, hands trembling and slipping from the pages.

As the year dragged along, you found yourself falling deeper in, whatever this was, with Suguru.

You once asked him exactly what 'this' was and where the two of you were going and he simply replied:

"We're just having fun. No pressure, no labels."

So you left it at that.

—

Third year ended and now the two of you are finally seniors.

It's that midpoint between fall and winter, mid-November, and the holidays are fastly approaching. 

Which for you means end-of-term lab exams.

Luckily, you and your lab partner are meeting up today to study for the organic chem lab.

You'd met him on your first day of the dreaded class, a credit required in order for you to graduate with all the prerequisites needed for med school. 

At first glance, he seemed like someone who'd drop the class in the first couple weeks and change their entire major just like you'd seen many of your former classmates do.

As you got to know each other throughout the semester, you warmed up to him and grew a small crush on the intelligent male.

Intelligence, a trait that you quite admire in your men.

To be honest, he reminded you of Suguru a bit.

Suguru, who you haven't really talked to or hung out with since your little falling out at the end of third year.

You didn't know if you'd both silently agreed to break off your little arrangement or if you were just avoiding him. 

Probably the latter.

It wasn't hard to do since you're both in different majors and have no classes in common; you can just write it off as you being extremely busy, which isn't actually a lie.

Continuing on to your dorm room after last class, you made yourself some instant ramen in your microwave before you started getting dressed for your lab review session. 

You sit at your little vanity table to do your makeup. Soft, pastel eyeshadow to compliment your beautiful e/c eyes and to match the pastel-colored cardigan laid across your bed. 

Despite the chilly weather outside, you opted to dress cute in your cardigan with a white turtleneck sweater underneath, black leather miniskirt, white thigh-high thick socks, and black Mary-Jane style slanted wedge heels.

Your fashion sense often earns you many sneers from your peers and questioning looks from your professors, but ask if you give a fuck.

To top off your look, you added some dainty silver jewelry before grabbing your bags and leaving for the chemistry building.

—-

Suguru sighed and stuck his phone back into his pants pocket.

He's a coward.

He can't even bring himself to click on your contact name to draft a simple 

'can we talk?' text.

The biting cold in the air made him hurry along to the campus coffee shop where Satoru had asked to meet him. 

—-

I was hopin' you'd notice 

The way that I like to have you around 

Around, yeah

Listen and you will find that your heart beats for me

Girl, I hear the sound, and it only gets better 

It started off with a kiss (uh huh)

Never expectin' this (uh huh)

And now I'm here copin' with

My addiction, addiction

—-

The little bell over the door jingled and Satoru's snow-white head shot up from where he was almost asleep (and drooling) on his class notes.

"About time you got here! I was beginning to think you'd stood me up!" He perked right up and swiped his sleeve over his mouth, putting on a bright smile.

Suguru just sighed and pulled back the wooden chair before plopping unceremoniously down into it. His backpack clunked to the floor.

"What's wrong with you? I mean aside from your usual aloof asshole tendencies. Something is actually going on, I can feel it." The blue-eyed male asked in concern.

"Nothing is wrong, Satoru. I'm just tired and stressed about midterms, graduation, and a whole lot of other shit."

Like you.

He didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel unimportant when he said that the two of you were just having fun.

'What a fucking idiot I am. Of course no girl worth her salt wants to hear that she's just a nutty buddy.'

He lamented in his head before slamming it into the table. He groaned when the elastic keeping his hair in a bun snapped, covering his face completely in inky, blue-black locks.

Surprisingly, his glasses didn't break. 

"Oh damn, that bad, huh?" Satoru asked. "Hey, can I get a triple shot of espresso on that frappe, please! I think you're gonna need it to get through the rest of the day." He murmured as the waitress walked over.

—-

And Satoru was right. He did need that coffee to make it through his last few classes, but he still felt like shit and now he was wired and not to mention completely pent up and horny.

After you two fell out, Suguru fell into a pit of despair. You stopped talking to him, studying with him, and even stopped responding to his texts.

Of course he missed hiking your legs up and eating you out, fucking you on every surface in his room, and then making you take his cumshots all over your makeup, but honestly right now…

He just missed your presence in his life.

To pour even more salt in his wounds, his two other best friends had begun dating people on campus, which often made him the fifth wheel when it came to hangouts.

Usually, Satoru would always have Shoko attached to his hip and Suguru would have you, but now that was all  over because of his wreckless choice of words.

"Fuck!"

He kicked one of the flimsy metal chairs outside of the library over with the toe of his boot causing some freshmen students to give him frightened looks.

"Got something to say?"

They shook their heads.

"Thought so."

He hoisted his backpack up higher on his shoulders so he could begin his trek across campus to get to the warmth of his dorm room when he saw you moving quite urgently towards the chemistry building.

He knew that you were likely heading to prepare for one of your lab exams, but the outfit that you had on alluded to this being much more than just a casual meet-up to study. 

Oh no, with the way that skirt was gripping your hips and just barely covering your ass, you had to be meeting up with someone special.

And the fact of knowing that it isn't him lit his entire soul on fire.

"Oh, hell no."

So he followed you.

—-

There's always that one person 

That will always have your heart

You'll never see it comin'

'Cause you're blinded from the start

Know that you're that one for me

It's clear for everyone to see

Ooo baby…

You will always be my boo…

—-

You hummed softly to yourself as your heels clicked along the tiled hallway floor of your least-favorite building on campus.

Your partner had texted you to let you know that he'd be running late, as he had a test to make up that he'd forgotten about. 

That made you roll your eyes, but nevertheless you carried on to the empty lab room so you could start studying by yourself. 

Once inside, you set up your materials on the desk and began to work. 

After only a few minutes of you working, you heard the door to the lab room creak open.

Thinking it was your partner finally having finished up, you lifted your head with a smile only for it to drop once you saw Suguru's tall frame lingering there at the door like a nervous ghost.

"What are you doing here?"

He froze at the ice in your tone; yep, you're definitely still mad. 

Almost shyly, he moved into the room, making sure that he shut the heavy door behind himself. It closed with an echoing 'boom'. 

"What, am I not allowed within twenty feet of you now? Did you file a restraining order on me, too?" He bit with more than a hint of sarcasm. 

"Very funny, Suguru. So what-

“Suguru?” He cut in. 

You never called him Suguru. Only 'Sugu' or 'Su'. Never Suguru.

You looked up as he began stalking towards you, the thud of his boots much louder in your ears than they should have been. 

He now hovered over you, a mean and irritated look plastered across his normally cool, stoic features.

(a/n: the pic in the banner is how he's looking at you🙈)

You only continued with your original thought, though your tone was a bit less sassy now.

"So you came here in search of me because why? Couldn't get your nut off by yourself?" You sneered, making his jaw tense.

A large hand slammed down on the table, making you flinch. 

"Stop with the attitude, Y/N. I'm already fucking pissed." 

Now you were confused because, who is he talking to?

"Okay and what does that have to do with me, Suguru? You-"

His other hand gripped the wide collar of your cardigan and pulled you up out of the chair you were seated in. 

Your face smashed against his chest and you were engulfed in the deep scent of his woodsy cologne.  He pushed you back slightly to examine your face up close. 

"Stop calling me that." 

"Your name?" 

He gazed down at you with his black eyes hardened.

They slowly roamed over your body, taking you in as a whole since he hasn't seen you up close in so long.

“So you wore this for him?”

"Him?" You put a hand on his chest and he allowed you to push him back so you could have space.

His eyes shifted from your face to your thigh-highs.

"Your boyfriend. The one you're waiting here for."

Is this really happening right now? It couldn't be. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you regarded Suguru with an incredulous look.

"My boyfriend, oh right, you mean my chemistry lab partner."

You crossed your arms underneath your bust and his breath hitched as the movement caused your breasts to shift upwards and strain against the material.

"If that's what you want to call it, you don't have to hide it from me." He shrugged and stuck his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. 

“Well don’t let me interrupt your little date.”

“It’s not a date, Suguru, we’re just studying for our lab exam. He is my lab partner, after all. We've worked together for this entire semester."

His jaw clenched. So this guy had been around you and not only within school grounds, most likely.

In a split second, you were flying backwards, with your back rubbing against the cold surface of the lab table.

Suguru was back between your legs, the position mirroring the one from your first ever sexual encounter last school year.

"You let him fuck you?" He asked with a hard edge to his voice.

"W-what?" 

"You heard me, Y/N. Did you give him a taste of what belongs to me?"

He lowered himself to a kneeling position right between your spread thighs. 

"Knees up."

Immediately, you complied, making Suguru smile and show all of his perfectly straight white teeth. He then grabbed hold to the sides of your panties and began shimmying them down ever so slowly.

"My favorite panties, too. What a shame; you're really showing out now, aren't you, darling? Trying to get daddy's attention?"

You pressed your lips together causing him to click his tongue in annoyance.

"Huh, you want my attention, so you parade yourself around campus dressed like how you are? Answer me." 

He spanked your pussy hard with the back of his hand, making your back arch off the table.

"Suguru, please!"

"I said to stop fucking calling me that. Now lay your ass back down."

You obeyed but your lower lip quivered just slightly. He was mad and when Suguru was mad and sexually frustrated, you knew it wouldn't be a short night for you.

"I'm going to ask you again, Y/N. Did you let him fuck?"

You quickly shook your head side to side.

"But you wanted to, right? You were going to, right? Answer right now or I'll leave you here with a wet cunt and no orgasm."

"No, Su, I promise. We're just partners, I swear!" 

"Hmm, lying slut…" He murmured, eyes transfixed on how your pussy lips were sucking in the damp material of your underwear. He was ecstatic that you had stopped calling him Suguru, though.

With two fingers, he hooked them under your panties, right on top of your mound. The backs of his knuckles scraped against your throbbing clit, causing your left knee to shake.

"Such a sensitive bitch, you've got to be telling the truth then, because you only tremble like this when you're needy. Right, baby?" 

You whimpered out a weak 'yes' and 'please' 

—-

Lil' mama, I know what you want

Begging me to beat it 

Like the bass in my trunk

I'm a lil' nasty, I ain't even gotta front

Lick you from your head

Down down to your butt

—-

Suguru decided to finally indulge you, but first he ripped your panties off in one swift movement, fully exposing you to his greedy eyes. 

He spat a thick, wet glob of saliva onto your pussy, the sound making your face warm with shame.

"You don't have to act so shy, love. I know I'm the only one who knows how to eat this shit just the way you like it." 

His long fingers slid through your folds, collecting your creamy, translucent cum on them. 

He scissored his fingers apart, watching the strings stretch but never break. 

"Fuck."

His dick is as hard as a brick, but he'll take care of that in a minute.

Next, his mouth was completely covering the bottom of your cunt while those two fingers worked your clit, rubbing your mess back and forth over the pulsating bud.

The ball of his tongue ring poked at your asshole periodically as he ate you out and you clenched everytime, fearing that he'd stick it in.

French-polished nails reached for his hair and Suguru, whose eyes never left yours, grabbed your hand with his free one to tangle yours in his navy blue locks.

"Su! Su! Su!" You chanted like a cheer, cheering him on as he ate your pussy so sloppily and made a mess of you and the table. 

Juices leaked down your legs and his chin from his combined saliva, your slick, and your cum from the multiple times that he had you squirting, just from his tongue and two fingers.

He could eat you out like this for hours, but he doubted he'd have that much time before someone discovered the two of you. 

Rising back to his full height, Suguru looked down at you and admired the shaking, wet mess that you'd become.

You were covered from your lower abdomen down to your knees in a mixture of your own squirt, cum, and his saliva. Even your socks were soaked and now sticking to your skin.

He never thought you looked more beautiful.

"Su…" You whined up at him, body growing cold from the waist down and aching to have him fill you up and make you warm.

"What, bitch? Want my dick now? You think you've earned it after ignoring me for damn near the whole semester?"

Your eyes drooped sadly and he stopped, cursing himself for not knowing when enough was enough.

"No, no, no…I'm sorry, baby…look, listen to me. I…"

"I'm sorry, Sugu. I'm sorry for ignoring you instead of just coming out and telling you how I really felt." 

He stopped completely then and rested his hands on your hips, right above the top of your skirt and massaged small circles into the pudge that poked out there.

Dark, slanted eyes locked onto your e/c ones to let you know that you had his full attention. 

—-

I was in love with you when we were younger, you were mine (my boo)

And I see it from time to time

I still feel like (my boo)

And I can see it no matter how I try to hide (my boo)

And even though there's another man Who's in my life, you will always be my boo

My oh, my oh 

My oh, my oh, my 

My boo

My oh, my oh 

My oh, my oh

My boo

—-

"I knew the moment you kissed my lips in your room that day. That you were the one I could put my entire trust in and spend the rest of my life with. There's no one that I trust to have my heart more than you, Sugu. I love you."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He fucked up.

'I fucked up'

"I fucked up." He finally said out loud. Your eyes raised to meet his again.

"I fucked everything up when I said that stupid shit that I said." 

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he stood between your legs.

"Every day that I couldn't be around you was fucking hell. You consumed nearly every waking thought. School, hanging with friends, work; hell, even jacking off became torturous knowing that I wouldn't be hearing from you throughout any part of my day."

He chuckled lowly.

"Do you forgive me, baby? You have nothing to apologize for here, and I love you, too.." 

You nodded slowly and he pressed his forehead against yours before tilting his head to capture your lips in his.

The tangy taste of your cum covered your taste buds as Suguru began exploring every inch of your mouth with his expert tongue.

His tongue bar clinked against your teeth ever so slightly with his rushed and hasty movements; it was like he was trying to savor every bit of that sweet confession that you'd just spoken to him.

"Mmm, Sugu…" You breathed once he parted for air.

His hands moved to your waist and he flipped you over, pressing you back into the table with both of your wrists trapped in one of his strong hands.

The sight of that tight, black leather hiked up over your ass cheeks had him in a frenzy to undo his belt and drop his pants.

Once his cock was free, he tapped the leaking head on both cheeks.

He couldn't help himself, he just had to ask:

"Whose pussy is this?" 

Your reply was immediate: 

"I-It's yours, Sugu'..f-fuck! Please put it in!"

"Hmm, not good enough. Fucking convince me."

Even though he said that, he was already sliding his thick ass dickhead between the messy folds of your cunt.

"Please, Su…it's yours, baby, all yours. Please fuck me." 

"Shit…!" He almost collapsed on top of you and sent the whole table crashing to the ground.

You let out a collective moan when he finally slid in, sheathing his dick deep inside you.

Grabbing your hair and twisting it around his hand, he pulled you up into a perfect arch with your ass flush against his thighs.

"Again. Whose is it?" 

—-

Slide in that thang, real deep game

Bust it so good, girl, what's my name? 

Hit it from the back, headboard swag

When I talk shit, shawty answer right back

I be on her like:

Who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

—-

Usually Suguru was a rough, fast thruster, but right now he had you confused because he'd start out with a few quick hard thrusts that had you face-planting into the table, then he'd switch it up and slow grind you, pressing his hips so far into your backside that you'd have imprints of his hip bones.

"Su…S-s-u…SU! Fuck fuck fuckkkk!" You screeched while your nails scratched the surface of the table that was sliding back and forth but hadn't broken down.

He only thrusted harder and faster. It wouldn't be long before he came all over that dirty pussy.

“Sturdy ass table.” He chuckled. “Perfect for whores like you to get fucked on.” A groan from deep within his chest emerged as his thighs shook.

"I'm…fuck…I'm going to ask you one last time, Y/N. Whose. Fucking. Pussy. Is. It. Y/N?"

Each word was punctuated with a deep, brutal thrust.

Your breasts were sore from being pushed so hard against the cold surface of the table and your thighs sticky and wet from Suguru eating you out.

"I- GOD, I…y-yours!" You managed before your orgasm took over.

It was so strong you almost blacked out, no doubt the strongest one you'd ever had thus far.

But Suguru wasn't quite done yet.

He pulled out and slapped your ass hard with his palm while the other fisted his dick furiously. 

"Turn over. Open your legs for me, wide, like a slut. There you go." 

He came with a shattered groan, ropes of white hot cum splattering against your already bruised and messy folds.

When his balls were completely empty and you were covered in white, he scooped some onto his fingers and brought them up to your lips.

"Suck." 

You sucked.

"Good fucking girl, fucking slut. Whore." He attached his mouth to yours and dipped his tongue in to taste your sweetness combined with his essence. 

You both made out sloppily, swapping cum until he pulled back and spat the snowballed cum back into your mouth followed by patting your cheek lovingly. 

"Now swallow."

And you swallowed.

With a deep sigh and a satisfied smile displayed over his handsome features, he began searching the room for paper towels to clean the two of you up.

Once you'd gotten your bearings, you locked the door behind yourselves. 

Suguru pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head.

"I wonder what happened to my partner? I guess I got stood up after all!"

The man beside you couldn't resist rolling his eyes and then answering in a smug tone.

"Or, he heard you screaming my name from all the way down the hallway and decided to just fuck off." He snorted.

You giggled and elbowed his side, but he was dead serious. 

"No, really, baby. I saw him peek through the window on the door when I was giving you backshots. The look on his face was fucking priceless." You gasped.

"Sugu, you didn't!" He only laughed harder.

"I mean, really. I didn't even have to ask who it belongs to. Lucky for you that I showed up, or you could've started dating that guy and been screaming out SU everytime he fucked you."

----

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[ripleyswrld]

I haven't found any fan content with an autistic reader, so could you please write something fluffy?? Like they were friends beforehand, but reader starts getting really anxious/overstimulated on the second date (for example, Rhea realizes there's more people and it's louder than anticipated), so they step out and maybe eat takeout on the sidewalk or at one of their apartments, instead of whatever they had planned. If you're comfortable with it, of course; I completely understand if you decline or decide to modify the prompt.

Ugh this requests makes me so happy, as an autistic person myself I’m more than happy to give us a little representation! I hope this is even somewhat similar to what you requested!! 💞

Rhea Ripley x Autistic Reader!!

CW: overstimulation

You and Rhea had been friends for as long as you can remember, you did almost everything together and she was the person you trusted the most with everything. She understood you and the things you struggled with and did her best to try and find a solution to whatever was troubling you. That’s why you had gained feelings for her, she truly was the only person who fully understood you and your feelings for one another were perfectly clear.

It was the night of your second date, you had been on your first one with Rhea a few weeks back and it went amazing, so many good memories came out of just that night alone. That’s why you expected the absolute best when it came to the second. You got yourself all done up for her as she told you she was taking you to a restaurant, a fancy one at that. You had just finished up when you got a text.

‘Hey love! I’m outside, can’t wait to see you’ she wrote, you smiled at her text.

‘On my way <3’

When you walked outside, there she was. Absolutely gorgeous in a black suit, hair slicked back as it always was.

“Hello gorgeous, you look stunning.” She told you, scanning your outfit. Your face went hot at her words, knowing all the time and effort you put in was all worth it.

“You’re not too bad yourself love.” You smirked, taking her hand in yours. She laughed at your remark, softly punching your shoulder.

“Yeah yeah, just get your ass in the car.” She said, opening the passenger door for you. You had never been so excited for a date in your entire life.

When you arrived you were stunned at how beautiful and fancy the place was, you had never been to a restaurant like this before. No one before Rhea would do something like this for you, she was something else entirely.

“Holy shit, this is fancy Rhea.” You looked around, observing the atmosphere. “You sure you booked this?”

“Yes, I did” she chuckled. “All for you love, you deserve only the best.”

When you sat down at your table and had ordered a couple of drinks, everything was going pretty smoothly. Just you and Rhea talking about life, careers and whatever else was going on for either of you. That was until crowds of people started pouring in, your ears started ringing and your throat became dry. You did your best to try and put up with it as you didn’t want to ruin the second date with Rhea and have everything go down hill, however it didn’t go unnoticed by her.

“Hey love are you okay?” She asked, noticing your distress. “You look a bit stressed.”

You tried to speak but couldn’t, something was holding you back from saying a single word. You just looked at her, your eyes watering. Her features softened, knowing what was happening.

“Hey, it’s alright.” She told you, getting up and sitting beside you. “It’s gonna be okay, just try to breathe.” She took your hand, putting it on her chest for you to feel her heartbeat.

“Let’s leave okay? We can do something that won’t be so overwhelming for you.” She put the money that was owed on the table and took you out as soon as possible.

When you were outside in the fresh air, Rhea’s arm around your shoulder. Your breathing started to become normal again and your ears stopped ringing.

“Rhea?” You said.

She hummed as an answer, telling you to continue.

“I’m sorry I ruined our date, I didn’t mean to.” You went quiet. “I don’t know what happened.”

“Don’t say that, nothing is ruined.” She looked at you. “We’re still together and that’s all that matters, what do you say what we grab a small takeout and sit on the sidewalk?”

As small as gesture was, it meant the world to you. You loved Rhea, you really did. You beamed at her, nodding in answer.

“Sounds good to me.”

This request meant the world to me to write so thank you so much!! And I apologise for the lack of uploads! <3

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley imagine

[gatitties]

Kidnapped

Manager Miniseries

─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader + Shiratorizawa

─ Summary: your friend insists that they have a practice match with your team and Oikawa is exaggerating

─ Warnings: none

5 < 6 > 7

The Shiratorizawa men's volleyball team was at the house of their beloved great ace, apart from doing a study session they decided to meet to talk about new techniques to win the tournament and go to Tokyo. Everyone was concentrated until the doorbell rang, the mother of the family opened by happily greeting the newcomer.

"What a surprise to see you here! I haven't seen you in a long time. What brings you here, honey?"

"Well..." you scratched the back of your neck, averting your gaze "my parents wanted me to come by, also to see if Toshi could help me with some issues."

"I was just going to leave, but Wakatoshi is in his room studying, he will gladly help you."

"Thank you, have a good day Mrs. Ushi"

"You too sweetie."

You entered the house saying goodbye to the owner, knowing that you would be alone before going to the room, you went to the kitchen to get a package of cookies. Your parents had forced to go so that Ushijima could help you study mathematics —a subject in which you were disgusting— knowing that he was a good student as well as that their families were very close. You walked unhurriedly to the well-known room, you entered as if were your own house, throwing on the bed without realizing that you practically crushed a boy. A boy who was clearly not your friend.

"Hey Tosh-"

You choked on the cookies when saw how there were more boys in the room, and to top it off, one of them was trying to get you off of him.

"Uh, sorry about that."

The poor black-haired man shook his head nervously and frantically as you backed away from him, muttering more apologies for putting him in such a situation.

"I-It's okay!"

Thunderous laughter filled the room, a redhead laughing tearfully as he watched the bowl cut boy grow more agitated by the second.

"(N) what are you doing here?"

“I need help with math, you know..." you played down the importance, brushing the crumbs off your shirt "but if you're busy I can come back another day."

"Wait, wait, Ushiwaka knows a cute girl?"

"Tendou, don't make those comments as if she wasn't here."

A boy with gray hair and darker tips scolded the redhead who teased him calling him 'semisemi mom' for scolding him, you ignored the small verbal fight in the background focusing on your friend.

"No problem, we are also studying, I will help you with your homework."

"Thanks Toshi, I promise to make it up to you."

While you were studying, everyone introduced themselves, the red-haired Tendou was undoubtedly the opposite of Wakatoshi, which you found funny, plus Goshiki was too adorable but just as intense as your friend, there was a mother here too, Semi, and they even had a sarcastic named Shirabu.

It was a curious group without a doubt. When the team finished their homework they started talking about volleyball, leaving you to concentrate on making derivatives and matrices. You sighed pulling some strands back, you couldn't concentrate so stopped for a while to look at your phone, it had been vibrating for a while, they were just messages from your team, you just left them on read to look at Ushijima who had his eyes on your figure for a few seconds ago.

"Is something wrong Toshi?"

"Yes." the whole team paid attention to their captain "I want a practice match against Seijoh."

Everyone seemed confused —even you— but of course, the others didn't know that you were the manager of the volleyball club, because you had only talked a little and about studies, but you thought that Ushijima wouldn't want to have a practice with your team when they always had won.

"You are their manager, right?"

"Yes, but today they don't have practice."

"Hey, hey, the cute girl also knows about volleyball, now I understand why you like her!"

"I... I don't like (N)." he cleared his throat. "So when could we have a match?"

"Well, if you want I can talk to them now, maybe they don't care."

"It will be good for us to try new things."

"Yes, we will defeat them!"

"Don't get so excited about that bowl boy, it's just a practice game."

Tendou laughed at Shirabu's comment, no doubt Goshiki and he didn't have the best relationship, but it was fun to hear the second year's sarcastic comments while the first year tried to return the comments to no avail.

"Huh? But I like his hair..."

You approached to be able to remove the black locks, noticing how he became rigid as a rock and his face exploded with pink tones, you decided to stop for his health, you would swear you could hear Goshiki's heart about to explode.

"I also want caresses!"

"Hmm if you insist…" you shrugged your shoulders to caress the redhead's head "wow why is your hair so soft?"

"(Nn)!"

Oikawa desperately ran towards you when he saw how you entered the gym together with Shiratorizawa's team —specifically, you were talking animatedly with Semi and Yamagata— quickly grabbing you to take along with your team.

"Are you okay? Have they done something to you? I won't let them kidnap you again."

"They have not kidnapped me, besides they are nice."

"It can't be, surely they are extorting you! Blink if you are in danger." He whimpered moving you from one side to the other, then you blinked but not because of your captain's request "Iwa-chan, they are harassing our pretty (Nn)!"

"Shut up Shittykawa, you need to blink to live, idiot."

"Ow, that hurts Iwa-chan."

You walked away ignoring the small argument between friends, leading the rival team to the locker room so they could change into their sports clothes.

"Hey (N) are they always like this?"

"Yeah, but I guess it's okay, it's funny."

Tendou laughed taking you by the shoulders as you walked back to the court, this action did not go unnoticed in the eyes of the Seijoh boys who glared at the interaction their manager had with the middle blocker, that only made Tendou become more attached to you.

"You could stop irritating the rival team."

Semi looked at how his partner had fun seeing the faces that the others made, rolling his eyes, he went to warm up without wanting to be part of the scene, he wouldn't be part of the redhead's game.

"(N) can you hug me? It sure brings me luck in the match!"

He spread his arms with a catlike smile, narrowing his eyes in amusement at seeing his attentive rivals like owls, causing him to chuckle as he robbed their manager in a thinly veiled manner.

"Sure, why not?"

You shrugged your shoulders without giving it much importance —for you all kinds of hugs were well received— Tendou also took the opportunity to quickly kiss your cheek as a farewell, that's when he completely angered the Aoba Jōsai team, he couldn't hug you as if nothing had happened you were their manager. Unintentionally someone —Kunimi— threw a ball towards the head of a certain blocker, although the ball landed on your head because you were just separating from the hug.

"Oww…" you touched the affected part with a grimace, searching for the culprit, everyone gasped looking at Kunimi, who seemed to want to disappear at that very moment "Kunimi, if you wanted a hug, just tell me."

Bonus

You had insisted on cleaning the gym by yourself for making them train on a day they shouldn't have, they reluctantly agreed, leaving you alone, or so you thought, because a certain imperturbable boy was waiting for you to accompany you home like a true hunk.

"Toshi, I thought you had already left."

He denied watching you keep the key to the place, arms folded, patiently waiting for his friend to finish closing the gym.

"I'll walk you home."

"It wasn't necessary, but thanks."

You two were silent for a few minutes until Ushijima cut it off, looking at you with a certain sparkle in his eyes, he stopped causing you to stop walking as well.

"(N)" you looked at him with a raised eyebrow "I want a hug too."

You laugh internally observing the serious face of your friend to wrap him in a warm hug, he was a big baby.

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[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Stupid Love

Cardinal Terzo x Reader

Content tags: smut, MDNI, friends to lovers, lingerie, parties, mentions of alcohol, mentions of threesome, general whoring around~

Word Count: 6.8k

Hey Ghesties!!! Happy Ghalentine's Day! I have worked my ass off to get this out for you all today 🥰 I hope you enjoy it and I hope you were/are able to get the Ritual tickets you desire! 💅 Love you all ❤️

You stare up at your best friend, who hovers over you, leaning against wall, pinning you to the spot.

𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺! 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴...?

You had been effectively locked in a closet with the smug bastard. After that 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 bottle stopped spinning and landed on you, you'd been sentenced to Seven Minutes in Hell with the Cardinal.

"Sorella... Won't you let me kiss you? It's what everyone does during this game. We're supposed to makeout, sì?" your friend implores you.

"No, Terzo. You're- you're my friend."

"And? I makeout with all of my friends. Except you of course, seeing as how you won't let me."

"Yeah, well. You're a bit of a manwhore!"

"Hey!" he snorts at you, "I can be lady like when I want to be..." He cuts his eyes at you jokingly.

"Oh, like when you put on your stockings and garters to dress up for the ghouls? I'm sure they love making you their little rag doll," you return his teasing look. This is just how you banter with one another after all these years.

"Sì, they do," he winks and strokes your chin with his thumb, his body still pressing your back against the wall. He licks his lips, still waiting to kiss you. His features really look handsome in this low lighting: the black eyeliner painted around his eyes, strong cheek bones and jaw line, dimples, his black lip paint smudged from already kissing about 10 other people tonight. Okay, maybe that was exaggerated, but the man is passionate about being passionate.

Face only inches from yours, Terzo brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, one hand moving to fondle your waist.

"Terzo..." you whisper, unsure what to do, but unable to take your eyes off his lips. After a moment, you tilt your head back, and he closes the space between you, lightly touching his lips to yours. You didn't even think he was capable of a kiss so chaste.

Lightly, you move your lips against his, hands clutching his black wool cassock. His hand dips to the small of your back while the other cradles the back of your head, kissing you softly again and again.

Suddenly in that moment, your brain freezes. 𝘖𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥... 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦...

You pull away from him, looking at the floor then back up at the Cardinal. Just above a whisper, he calls your name. Your face contorts, flashing a series of emotions, before you push him off of you, barging out of the closet and running out of the party all together.

"Hey! Your time isn't up!" you hear some random Sibling of Sin shout after you.

𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥... 𝘏𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮...

• • •

That was years ago, but for some reason your silly brain decided to reminisce...

You're dragged out of your thoughts by a hand sneaking up on your hip. "What's got my little bird so distracted, hmm?"

Letting out a gasp, you nearly drop the papers you'd been clinging to, "Satanas, Terzo! You nearly gave me a heart attack." You turn to face him, sitting back on the edge of his desk.

"I told you I'd be right back... Besides, you haven't gotten used to my sneaking around by now, dolcezza?" His intense mismatched gaze always made you blush, but it's really working on you right now as you'd been caught thinking about him.

"I guess not..." you whisper, picking a small piece of lint from his cassock.

"Well, mi dispiace, tesoro. I'll try not to startle you again," the devious look on his face tells you otherwise. He steps aside to return to his office chair, and you stand up off his desk. "Now, we should get back to work," he smacks you on the ass, casually.

You whip around to look at him in disbelief, but all your frustration washes away when you see him snickering. His smile could get him out of anything, especially with you.

Luckily you were only filling in for his assistant for a few days while they were under the weather; you weren't sure how much of this you could take.

• • •

The next morning when he doesn't turn up to his office on time, you go to his chambers to look for him. Just as you were about to knock on the door, you hear a loud groan, followed by the sound of someone panting heavily. Gently, you press your ear to the door as the sound of Terzo's moans fill the air, "Ahh! Sorella!"

Your face beams a bright red, but the second hand embarrassment is quickly replaced by a pang of rage. Heels click the floor as you huff off, heading back to his office. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦...

A while later, as you scratch at a few papers, taking out your anger on your pen, the man of the hour saunters through the door. "Buongiorno, cara mia!" he chirps, having the audacity to come over to where you're whittling away at his work and pat your head.

"Please, don't touch me," you cut back coldly.

"Ayyyye, why such hostility, my darling?" He kneels in front of you, looking handsome as ever. Clearly he was freshly showered and painted... 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.

"Because! Some of us have to keep this place up and running! I'm trying to help you look good for Papa Nihil, and- and you're out there screwing anything with a pulse!" you snap.

The smug bastard sits back on his haunches, laying his head against your knee and feigning his innocence as he looks up at you, "Not all of the ghouls have a pulse, Sorella..."

Your pen clacks to the floor as you pop him on the head, biretta falling to the floor.

"Ow!" he exaggerates.

"Terzo..." you whine, giving into your frustration, tears prickling at your eyes.

He sits back on the floor, reaching for the writing utensil and hat, and his face softens at the sight of you. "You are right, tesoro... I've been an ass, keeping you waiting. Mi dispiace." His words held a double meaning that was lost on you; he was well aware of the way you pined for one another... But you'd reacted so poorly the first time he'd kissed you. He didn't think he could take that pain again.

You sniffle, packing the feelings away. "It's okay. I know you have a lot of weight on your shoulders with preparing for the papacy. It's a long ways off, but in other ways, I know it feels like it'll be here tomorrow."

"Sì, sì..." He scrapes himself up off the floor, handing your pen back to you, "Well, let's get to work, sì? It's too much for one person to do." He gives you the best smile he can muster and cups your cheek before flopping down at his desk.

• • •

Him arriving so late to work led to an even later night, but he liked having you in the office, because you were often more dedicated than his own assistant. You pushed through all the paperwork and sorting and filing better than anyone else who had worked for him.

After getting your belly full on takeout, you curled up on the little couch in his office, papers in your lap that needed reading. But you'd been at it all day... So you just couldn't help your heavy eyelids as they drifted closed...

"Little bird, do you have- Little bird?" He was attempting to ask for some documents he needed, only to find you hunched over, eyes closed and breathing deeply. He yawns, standing up and stretching his limbs, "Sì, it is time for bed, isn't it?"

Walking over, he carefully removes the papers from your lap, scooping his arms under your relaxed body and strolling off down the halls of the Abbey with you.

The next morning your eyes flutter open, taking in a room that wasn't yours, but you were very familiar with it. You glance down to see you're still in your habit from yesterday and a pale arm with black painted fingernails draped around your waist. Hoping not to disturb his slumber, you delicately lace your fingers with your best friend's, and he makes a little grumbling sound, stroking your thumb with his before relaxing back into his pillow.

This wasn't by any means the first time you'd spent the night together... It has just become a bit more infrequent since he'd started occupying his nights with other people's bodies. You used to stay together every night after he lost his mother, holding him as he would cry himself to sleep, comforting him through the nightmares. And he'd done the same for you anytime something troubled you, from breaking up with some guy to arguments with friends. You were always there for one another, never waking up lonely if you didn't want to.

You couldn't blame him for seeking comfort in others. He's lived a hard life, and maybe you alone aren't enough for him anymore.

Suddenly, you hear a groan as Terzo begins to stir, urging you to flip over. You oblige him, turning to face his bare chest as he tangles his legs comfortably with yours. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," you reach up to sweep back his unruly bed head.

"Buongiorno..." He wraps his arm around your shoulders, cracking his eyes open just enough to look down at you.

"Please tell me you had the sheets changed since yesterday morning," you look up at him.

His deep morning voice chuckles, "Not to worry, amore... We fucked on the kitchen table."

"You're disgusting," you roll your eyes at him.

"Ahhh, you're just jealous!" He leans forward to kiss your forehead, "I'll fuck you too one day, then you'll understand."

You nuzzle into his chest, hoping he wouldn't see the blush that manifested itself at that remark.

After a few minutes, he pushes himself out of bed, saying some smartass comment about needing to be dutiful and that we can't fall asleep at work, before pushing his pants off, giving you an eyeful.

"Terzo! What the fuck!" you cover your face with your hands.

He lets out a hearty laugh, "It's not anything you haven't seen a hundred times before!" He calls out before you hear the bathroom door click shut and the shower turn on.

You groan into his pillow. ...𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.

• • •

A few weeks had gone by, giving you time to settle back into your normal duties in the clergy offices and time to push the butterflies in your stomach out of your mind. Of course, you still see your best friend nearly every day, but at least you weren't feeling so flustered over him. You couldn't believe you still had such a silly crush after all these years...

Hearing the unmistakable loud click of high heels stepping down the marble halls of the ministry, you turn, expecting to greet Sister Imperator or perhaps another Sibling who'd decided to dress up that day. Surprisingly, you catch a glimpse of that familiar black cassock--he's in the velvet one today.

"Terzo," you slow down, letting him catch up to you, "are you wearing heels?"

"Aren't they cute?! I got them for the party tonight! You are coming, sì? Please tell me you're coming to the party, tesoro," he babbles like a school girl, showing off his new black leather high heeled booties, complete with a silver sword running down the stiletto.

"Yes, I'm coming to the party, Cardinal. You haven't shut up about it for days," you chuckle, checking out his shoes, "Those are so you! They look great, my dear."

"Bene! Bene!" He drops his voice lower, taking your hand, "I'm so happy you like them."

"Well it wouldn't even matter if I didn't. What matters is if 𝘺𝘰𝘶 like them and feel confident in them. Of course, you feel confident in just about anything," you joke with him, "even your birthday suit!"

"Mi scusi, I think you mean 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 my birthday suit, cara mia..." Giggling, he bites his lip and watches you intently, taking in your blissful expression. To him, making you smile is one of the greatest feelings.

• • •

That night, the party really was lively. What had started as a simple kick back had turned into half the abbey showing up with snacks and bottles. Even the new Cardinal... Copia, you think you heard was his name, had shown up.

Pretty much everyone had been invited except Sister Imperator, Nihil, and the Papas. Terzo loved his brothers, but he also loved attention, and especially when Secondo, the reigning Papa, showed up, everyone got outshined.

Of course, the host showed up fashionably late. This time, though, he was actually coming straight from his office, still donning his velvet cassock for the occasion, although you guess he'd left the biretta behind. He had been working as dutifully as he was capable of since you set him straight a few weeks ago.

The room lights up with people wanting to talk to him; he was like a celebrity, and you just knew he would be a natural at being Papa one day.

"Oh, come here! Follow me. You have to meet my best friend, you'll simply 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 her," Terzo's voice comes from the crowd as he wiggles out, a Brother of Sin in tow. From your comfy spot on one of the couches, you make quick work of putting down your bag of chips and smoothing down your hair, as the two men approach you.

The Cardinal excitedly pushes the stranger onto the couch next to you, briefly introduces you to one another, and makes his exit, but not before pressing a kiss to your knuckles and giving you the wink that means you're supposed to at least 𝘵𝘳𝘺 to like this one.

The guy follows in Terzo's footsteps, also taking your hand, but instead pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. "It's nice to meet you, Sorella. It's a pleasure getting to know someone so close to Cardinal Terzo," he starts.

He seems nice enough, and definitely handsome with his warm eyes and stubble growing out.

"Nice to meet you," you return.

And after just a little while, he had his arm around your shoulders as you leaned against him, sharing your bag of chips and chatting about the party. Apparently you both liked to people watch, plus he was new here, so you were kind of giving him the run down on everyone.

"Oh, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 Jess? I think I've been getting her and Jen mixed up." You both share a laugh. It didn't help that the two girls looked alike on top of having similar names.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot your friend already in a heated make out session with a ghoul AND a Brother of Sin. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

As you watch his tongue dip between the ghoul's lips, you feel a heat stir between your legs, and you actively try to ignore the scene playing out and go back to telling your 'date' all the Abbey gossip.

But hardly anyone can look away when Terzo moves to straddle the Brother next to him, ghoul still attached to his neck. This wasn't out of the ordinary for a ministry party, but normally everyone was a little more drunk first.

Suddenly Terzo lets out a loud moan, and the Brother sets to work on the buttons of his cassock, exposing the Cardinal's pale shoulders.

"Wow, he's really into serving his followers, eh?" the man next to you chuckles.

You glance over at him then back at your friend, "Yeah," you choke out a giggle, "yeah, he is."

He seems satisfied with that answer as you both lean back on the arm of the couch, and you press your cheek against his chest so he wouldn't be able to see the blush forming rapidly.

Eyes drifting back to Terzo, he lifts himself off of the ghoul and the Brother of Sin, letting his cassock hit the floor, revealing little underneath. Even though you'd seen him naked before, somehow it felt more intimate seeing his bare ass framed only by a thin thong and thigh high stockings.

Cardinal Copia catches your attention for a moment, and you're both an equally deep shade of red, watching as Terzo takes his lovers' hands and exits the room.

• • •

"Sooo... Tell me all the little details, cara mia!" Terzo prompts you, laid out across from you on his bed in a tight pair of capri leggings and a little Playboy crop top, looking like a yoga mom or something. He'd invited you over for a sleepover, saying that he really missed the old days where you would stay up all night painting each other's nails, watching movies, and binging junk food.

"Details of what?" you question him. You lounge in one of the T-shirts that you'd 'stolen' from him years ago and a pair of pajama shorts.

"You knoooowww, amore. Your little date at the party... How was he?"

"Oh, well, you had to be there..." you fake your dreamiest voice, fluttering your eyelids and placing a hand over your heart. "You wouldn't know since you cut out of your own party less than an hour after it started," you tell him honestly.

"Ah! Well, mi dispiace, but I don't care what happened 𝘢𝘵 the party. I want to know what happened... after," he winks at you.

"Oh, so you're wanting to know about the steamy sex we had, breaking in his new Sibling quarters?"

Terzo nods his head, which is propped up on his head as he steals the bag of marshmallows from between you.

"Hey!" You grab the marshmallows to put them back where you can both reach them, after a fit of giggles, you settle back into your juicy story, "Well, we went back to his room, and I got on my knees..."

Your best friend's eyes go wide.

"...and he joined me for a goodnight prayer to Satan. What did you expect, Terzo? Of course I didn't sleep with him."

"You bitch! Leading me on," he laughs and reaches across the bed to pop the side of your ass.

"You like it," you wink at him.

"Well, why didn't you sleep with him? Did you see that jaw of his?! I would've taken him myself, tesoro, but I thought he might like you more."

"Because, I just... I wasn't in the headspace for it," you explain, the mood shifting slightly.

"Not in the headspace? Why, amore?" He brushes a strand of hair back behind your ear.

"I- I don't know," you stammer, not really wanting to admit to him why you couldn't sleep with that other guy. But Terzo pulls the move that always works on you, swiping all of your snacks and fingernail polish bottles out of the way and pulling you close for a big hug. It gets you to spill every time. "I guess... I guess, I was just distracted."

"I hope it was a good distraction, sì?" He kisses the top of your head.

"I- Sort of. I don't think anyone could stop thinking your grand exit the other night."

"Amore... You didn't fuck him because of my lingerie? If anything, this should've been inspiration for you," he giggles again, that devious playful look in his two-toned eyes.

"You don't get it, do you?"

A serious look settles on his face, and for once, he's silent.

"I hate seeing you throw yourself at everyone else to ignore the way you're hurting. And I hate that that it's anyone else; literally, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 else except me!"

He looks stunned, a pink shade coming to his nose and lashline as tears threaten him. "You... You didn't even like it when I kissed you, I didn't think you would want that from me," he says quietly.

"Didn't like it? Terzo, I- I loved it."

"But, you ran away." The memory of that night had apparently lived fresh on both of your minds for some time now. "You ran away and we never spoke of it again... What was I supposed to think, cara?"

"I thought you were just doing it for fun... But then I realized you would never like me back."

"Amore... I 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Ti amo così tanto. Perhaps it's not the best strategy, but that's why I sleep with everyone in this place: to get la mia mente (my mind) off of you, little bird, the thing I could never have."

"You love me?" is the only response you can muster.

"Sì, certo che lo faccio. (Yes, of course I do.) I call you 'amore mio' after all."

Years of him longing for you hits you like a ton of bricks. All the late nights, the hand holding, the pet names... And he'd been too afraid to take it further because of the way you reacted over that stupid Seven Minutes in Hell game. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥!

He holds you close to him, tucking your head under his chin and fingers tangled in your hair. You both sit like that for a long time.

"Terzo?" you break the silence.

"Hm?" He pulls back, looking down at you with a sincere look of adoration in his eyes.

"Will you kiss me?"

"You're not going to run away this time, sì?"

"I won't. I promise," you look up but only get a glance at him before his lips are on yours, passionately telling you how he's yearned for this. It only takes your lips parting a little bit before his tongue slips between them, asking permission. Of course you allow it, your tongue dancing with his.

Although you both had plenty of experience, making out with one another made you both feel like teenagers again, right back to when you were locked in that closet, like no time had passed.

Terzo rolls you onto your back, hovering above you and gaining better access to you, your mouth, your body. His fingers grasp at your sides, feeling your ribcage expand and contract with your heavy breathing. Your hands slip under his loose little crop top and digits appreciate the patch of hair on his chest.

When he pulls away from your mouth, you let out a breathless, "I love you..."

"Sì, anch'io ti amo, little bird."

Although you stayed up for hours kissing and hands roaming one another's bodies, sleeping next to him felt exactly the way it always did. So while you explored the new territory of being in love with your best friend, you found comfort in knowing some things would never change.

• • •

You wake the next morning at your usual time, much easier than your lover does. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺...

He squirms around, eyebrows furrowing when you slip out of his arms and out of bed. Not wanting to wake him but not wanting him to be entirely alone when he does, you opt to use his shower instead of heading back to your dorm.

Soap bubbles glide down your body as you lather yourself up, absentmindedly washing your arms, shoulders, breasts. Unexpectedly, you hear the shower door pop open, "Terz- mmm..." Your best friend had snuck into the bathroom without you noticing and catches you in a passionate kiss as you had turned to look over your shoulder.

Before you could protest, and not that you would, he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his chest to your back. He had already shed all his clothes in preparation for his sneak attack.

"Cara..." He brushes your sopping wet hair out of the way and begins marking your neck with love bites. "You look così bella like this, dolce mia."

You melt under his expert touch, heat already pooling at your core at the sensation of his fingers roughly grabbing your hips and rocking you back against his aching shaft. "Terzo," you whine for him, "please..."

Ceasing his movements, he puts just enough space between you, "Too much, tesoro? I don't mean to rush you." It's endearing the way he's still scared of running you off.

"No," you grab his hands, wrapping his arms back around your waist, "not enough." Turning around, you catch him in another fierce kiss, lips sliding together easily under the gentle spray of the showerhead. Gripping your lover by the nape of his neck, you pull him towards you as you lean back against the glass shower wall, and he responds by hooking your knee on his hip.

Terzo moans into your mouth as his hard length presses against your pelvic bone. Gliding a hand between your bodies, you caress it, digits slipping easily over his sensitive tip. Another wanton sound escapes his throat at your ministrations.

"Is that what you sound like in the ghouls' den?" you jab at the man before you.

"No, cara," a blush actually forms on his cheeks for once, "they don't get me worked up so easily," he chuckles.

"Ahhh, I see. So you are still a hopeless romantic deep down, huh?"

"And you are not?" he cuts back playfully before nuzzling his nose to yours. His eyes linger on yours before travelling down your body, taking in your collarbones and your breasts. "Bellissima, amore mio..." His hands cup your chest, thumbs teasing your nipples while he bends down to suck one between his teeth.

You always thought you'd be incredibly nervous if things ever got to this place with Terzo, but in fact, you find your resolve has worn very thin as your need grows to a place where it can't be ignored anymore. "Terzo!" you gasp as his wicked tongue circles your areola. "Satanas, will you fuck me already?!"

With a devious look in his eye, he stands up straight and banters, "I thought you'd never ask, cara mia." Abruptly, he hikes your knee up again and kisses you, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you feel his tip line up with your entrance. It has your head spinning how quicky he works.

Gently, he bucks his hips up into you, breaking the kiss to whisper in your ear, "Let me know if I need to stop, I don't want to hurt you." He's well aware of the fact that he didn't get to warm you up as he would've liked, but he couldn't wait any longer to have you.

"Okay," you breathe out, one hand snaked around his neck for support, the other digging little red lines into his back as he carefully fills you.

With one arm hooked under that leg, his other travels down to please your most sensitive spot, talented fingers circling it with ease. The sensation immediately helps you relax as he pushes in to the hilt, "Ah, cara," he pants, eyes screwed shut, "Così bene... Ti senti così bene." Sweetly, he kisses at your neck and cheek, allowing you some time to adjust.

When you groan for him to move again, he doesn't keep you waiting. Hell, he could hardly control himself. Meeting you with a sinful pace, he fucks up into your tight wet heat, unable to quell the noises coming from himself. Perhaps in an effort to muffle said noises, he kisses you again, tongue meeting with yours.

Feeling his body weight press you against the shower wall, you feel your other foot being lifted from the ground, and Terzo hooks his arms under your thighs as he bounces you on his length. Your fingers grip in his hair and thighs clench around his waist for support. "T-Terz-zo... mmm, Satanas, baby, it feels... s-so good!" you cry out.

His head lolls back as he continues to move in and out of you, moaning rhythmically into the air. "Goddammit, little bird... I need more." Without warning, he pulls out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss. Carefully, he lowers your legs, making sure you're able to stand, but the second you have purchase, he whirls you around and presses you against the wall again, your breasts squeezed tightly against the cool glass.

Anticipation gets the best of you, and you arch your back, pushing your ass needily against him.

Lining himself up once again, Terzo pushes in deep in one swift motion, resuming his pace from earlier, and the sound of skin slapping skin fills the echoey bathroom. "Ah! Dolcezza..." he calls out, gripping your hips so tightly that they might bruise. "You have no idea how long I've waited to feel you like this... La figa di nessuno è paragonabile alla tua." (No one's pussy compares to yours.)

His words make you impossibly wetter and unable to form a response, so you slide your fingers between your legs to relieve some of the tension.

Pushing your hand out of the way, he replaces it with his own, wanting all of your pleasure to come at his own discretion. His other arm snakes around your torso, holding you flush against him, as his fingers knead your bosom. "Amore mio... ti amo, mi piace sentirti così vicino a me... insieme come uno solo." (My love... I love you, I love feeling you so close to me... Together as one.)

Arching your back just a bit more turns out to be the perfect angle as he pounds right into that perfect sensitive spot inside you. You cry out his name, the sensations from his hands and his cock pushing you dangerously close to the edge of pleasure. "Terzo, please, I'm- I'm close..."

"Sì, anch'io, amore. Vieni per me... vieni sul mio cazzo..." (Yes, me too, love. Cum for me... Cum on my cock...) he grunts in between snaps of his hips. A few more flicks of his wrist and your orgasm crashes over you, and your legs are hardly able to hold you up as your muscles convulse around your lover's girth.

Revelling in the sounds he's earned from you, Terzo's hips begin to buck unevenly as his cock kicks and his seed spills deep inside you. "Ah, aaah... Tesoro, ti amo," he leans his forehead against your shoulder, kissing it, hips still riding you both through your release.

"I love you, too, sweetheart," you practically whine as you start coming down from your high, fingers lacing with Terzo's as he hugs you tightly.

Slipping out of your warmth, your lover turns you to face him once again, walking you back under the sprinkling shower. His eyes lovingly check you over, making sure your body wasn't too beaten up... That would come later, and he smirks at the thought.

"I'm surprised there's still hot water," you giggle, absentmindedly playing with his chest hair.

"Ah, Sorella, don't you know the papal suites have a tankless water heater?" he tries to be suave.

But it fails when you both burst out in laughter! "What the hell do you know about a tankless water heater, il mio 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘰 ragazzo?!"

He can't help but grin anytime you use Italian; he makes a mental note to coax you into using it more.

• • •

"Terzo? What in the world is all this commotion?" You slip into the familiar chambers that you basically share now after months of dating your best friend. Familiar save for the scores of Siblings everywhere! And you could tell this was no party; everyone is dressed in formal habits and buzzing around on a mission. Various fabrics are draped across the couch, a rainbow of colors strewn everywhere. Even a few Siblings working diligently on sanitizing, organizing, and packing up a huge makeup kit.

Nerves are starting to get the best of you as you take in all the people in what had been the cozy space shared between you and your Cardinal.

"Terz?" you call out again, before a hand grips your shoulder. Both you and the new Cardinal jump upon making eye contact. 𝘎𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺. "Copia?! Where is Terzo?"

"Uh, he's- just in il bagno there," he points.

You pause for a moment, debating if you should ask him what's going on, but decided you wanted to hear it from your lover. "Thank you," you pat his shoulder before pushing through the dense crowd in Terzo's bedroom to make it to the bathroom where the Cardinal had pointed.

Stopping in the doorway, you see your lover stood up on a stool, white and gold mitre on his head with the ribbons hanging over his shoulder blades. He's wearing solid black papal robes with a stylist draping purple and gold satin fabrics over his arms and chest, pinning things in place. Sister Imperator is there, looking at him in the mirror, discussing patterns and placements of various motifs and materials.

It feels like you're in a dream.

As he turns to the side, you see the stark black and white paint etched across his cheek and temple. Seemingly unable to speak, you simply reach a hand out and wave lightly. It catches the man's attention and he turns to face you.

"Amore! What do you think?!" Terzo excitedly steps off the stool and rushes over to you despite the stylist and Imperator trying to stop him. He takes your hands in his new black leather gloves adorned with golden pointed fingernails, and you look him over. "Ovviamente, it's not finished..." his words trail off.

You gawk at him with the mitre on, even if it was just white with little ribbon swatches pinned to it. Not to mention his new look... It would certainly take some getting used to not being able to adore his handsome cheekbones and dimples. The only words that come out of your mouth are, "What's going on here?" and it comes barely above a whisper.

From years of reading your facial expressions, your best friend can tell how overwhelmed you are. "Mio fratello announced his retirement," Terzo sighs, giving you a half smile. "Mi dispiace, amore, I wish I could've told you, instead of you coming home to all this. It must be a lot."

"No. No! Well, I mean... 𝘺𝘦𝘴, it was a bit much to walk into all this. But we knew this was coming eventually! I'm sorry, I just..." you explanation trails off. "You look so different, my love. Good different. Like a real Papa," you smile up at him, excitement beginning to bubble up. You run your hands over his chest, giving him a quick peck on the lips, "Now, go get back over there and let them finish making Papa up. I'll be here when you're done." With a wink and a subtle pinch of his ass through the robe, he giggles and leaves you there in the doorway.

Knowing him for so many years, you just knew he was blushing under that paint; he was so excited to be Papa finally, and proud that you approve of his new look.

• • •

"Ah! Oh! Papa!!! Papaaaahhhhhh!!!!"

The sounds of you reaching pure bliss resonate from Terzo's bedroom with him immediately following you. Smudges of black, white, and gray paints besmirch your body, from your neck to your shoulders down to your thighs as you collapse onto your lover's satin sheets.

But he doesn't let you far from him, no; in an instant, he's at your side, caressing your cheek and making sure your are thoroughly pleased with the evening spent with him. Of course, you are.

"I must admit, cara mia... I could get used to you calling me Papa this way." He kisses your nose, leaving another smudge.

"Soon everyone will be calling you Papa," you smile at him. You're so honored to share the first of his reign with him, even if he hasn't been officially crowned yet.

"Ayyyye, but not the way you call out my name, singing my praises until it bounces off these walls! No. No one else will call for their Papa the same way you do, amore mio." His intense gaze has you blushing just as it always does, yet somehow he's now more... confident.

𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦, you roll your eyes at the thought of him being more cocksure than he already is.

"Mmm, what is that, huh?" he grins at you.

"What is what?" you play dumb.

"𝘖𝘩!" he perches his chin on his hand, exaggeratively tilting head head and rolling his eyes.

"Are you mocking me?!" you giggle, swatting his arm from under his chin.

He doesn't respond, allowing his eyes to drink in your perfect form, silhouetted next to him. Softly, his fingers trace gentle shapes up and down your side, "Amore?"

"Hm?" you perk up, noticing the soft tone he's taken with you. With his new papal paint, the nervousness on his face nearly goes missed, but you're an expert at reading the man in front of you.

He fidgets for a second before pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "I want to apologize for today, once again. That shouldn't have been how you found out about-"

"Terzo, honey, it's okay." Stroking his chest, you attempt to soothe him. "I'm so happy for you. I know you must've been overwhelmed too."

"Sì," he breathes out the admission, "there were many people, even for me."

"Yes, well they were in your space--a private space. I have no doubt you'll handle a crowd well outside of this room."

"Amore, you are so supportive of me. This is why I need you by my side." He wraps his arms around you; little do you know, he inconspicuously fishes for something beneath his pillow.

"I'm right here. Always," you promise him.

"Sì, which is why I have a question for you." His arms unfurl from around your lying form to reveal a small black leather bound box in his hand. "Today was a little... out of my control. I didn't get to tell you about mio fratello the way I wanted. Other commands will surely come down the line molto presto, so..." he bites his lip, eyes tinging red as he focuses on you, only you. "So, amore, I need you to know this question comes from me, only me, not anyone else."

Your bottom lip quivers with anticipation as Terzo pops up the vintage clasp on the little box, opening it to unveil a stunning platinum diamond ring, clearly an age old. Letting out a little gasp, your fingers cover your mouth as you glance back and forth between your lover and the piece of jewelry, tears already flooding your eyes and threatening to spill.

"Little bird, will you marry me? There's not another soul I could ever picture spending my life with." He says it plainly, trying to fight back tears of his own.

Letting out the breath you were holding, your composure cracks a bit, "Oh, Terz..." Really, you weren't expecting anything like this, and about a million thoughts swirl around your head. Taking a deep breath to call your mind, "Yes. Yes, of course, I'll marry you." You pull him close to your body, sheets tangling around you both, "I love you so much, Terzo."

Kissing each other desperately, happy tears stain both of your cheeks, only further smudging his paint.

"Ti amo, tesoro. Sei la mia vita..." (I love you, darling. You are my life...)

Finally when he pulls away from adorning you with kisses, he takes the ring from the box and slides it on your finger. "Mine."

You trail a single finger down his sternum, stopping at the base, "𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦."

He chuckles at you copying him, and he holds you against him, admiring the the way your eyes light up for him.

"So when did you get time to sneak off and buy this?" You wiggle the fingers on your left hand at him.

"I didn't," he smiles smugly as you wait for an answer. "Mia madre gave it to me when we were young; it belonged to mia nonna. Mamma never got to wear it because Nihil wouldn't marry her, so she gave it to me. And I think she always suspected you would end up with it."

"Terzo... I never knew you had this." The tears are welling up once again at the thought of being given something passed down through his family.

"Well, that would've ruined the surprise, no?"

"Stupido! You know what I mean," you smack his chest playfully, sending you both into a giggling fit.

In this moment, the soon-to-be antipope feels like he has everything he could ever need: the position he'd worked towards his whole life finally in reach, and his best friend right by his side. He's had a lot of reasons to be sad, angry at the world, maybe even a bit immature, but he has a good feeling all of that is behind him now as he sees his future laid out in front of him, draped in his own satin purple sheets with a pretty little ring on her finger.

#ahhhhh! #i am so tired #i hope you like it more than i did when i was proofreading it 😂😭 #i hope it makes your valentine's day special #or a lil brighter #i love you all ❤️ #ghesties #the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo #papa 3 #papa emeritus 3 #fic #fanfic #imagine #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #MDNI

[digitaldollyzz]

hi there ^^ i just saw ur post and i say you make the jeonghyeon pt2 BOTH smut and fluff, can never go wrong with that.

Masterlist!! Part 1

Thank you !! It’s a good idea! I’m still new to writing so i apologize for any errors! Also any feedback is good, I really need it!

Lee jeonghyeon- smut pt2

Okay!! So with this I kind of wanted to do a twist so I hope you like it! Also, please feel free to send ask or text me!

Warning ⚠️ unprotected sex (wrap that before you tap that), drunk sex (leejeong), rough sex, size kink??, BigCock!jeonghyeon, roommate!jeonghyeon, party refrence, drinking, the shower together, he ask reader for a blowjob, belly bulge,kissing,cock warming? Lmk if I missed any!!

2 weeks.

That's how long it's been since you hooked up with your roommate. 2 weeks. After you both woke up the next morning you both decided to act like nothing happened but it wasn't going as planned.

You two went from being so awkward to always with one another. You guys haven't been physical at all but.. you have started being romantically involved with each other. Always asking if the other is okay, feeding each other, waiting on the other to have a meal, calling periodically throughout the day just to here each other's voice, not being able to sleep without the others presence. Couple things.

You just have woken up from a nap in his room when you notice he's no longer in bed with you so you decide to go find him. You leave his room and spot him sitting on the couch watching the weather channel on tv. He has on a black hoodie paired with baggy jeans and a jean jacket with his iconic jewelry. Hot. "Jeongie." You call out still sleepy. He looks at you, handsome like always.

"Are you leaving now?" You ask. "Yeah. I'm gonna go to the mall with the boys then we'll hit a party later. Sorry love bug" he says with a small smile

"okay" you respond, sitting on his lap and snuggling into him. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head, smelling your strawberry shampoo. "You're so cute" he says hugging you. You look up and kiss his cheek

"thank you. When will you be back?" You ask, "I'm not sure. But I'll try not to come too late." "Alright"

You both stand and he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your cheeks "bye princess" and with that he leaves.

What to do now? He's always been flirty but.. why are you suddenly getting butterflies and looking forward to his return whenever he leaves.. why are you now always craving his attention. Could you perhaps be.. crushing on him? Huh.

Around 11pm jeonghyeon walks through the door and smells like alcohol. Lord why this. He gives you a tight hug and kisses you on the lips. You can taste to tequila on his lips and you know he's definitely drunk. You gently push him away and ask

"how much did you drink?" A little worried. "I don't know.. a lot haha" he chuckled "lets shower together" and before you can stop him he starts pulling you to the bathroom and takes off his tops.

You follow suit shortly after and he turns the warm water on and pulls you inside.

Water dripping down from his hair, down his neck, collar bones,toned chest, then his abs. He looks beautiful like this. Too good to be true. "You stare a lot.." he says looking at you with a smirk. "Sorry" you say and turn around. While washing your self you feel jeonghyeon back hug you, so you look up at him. He's Already staring into your eyes so you get a bit flustered from surprise, looking away. You turn around and press your head against his chest and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. His chin resting gently on your head.

Silence. That's all. After a while you both exit the shower and go to your room.

Softly wrapped in his shirt your facing the wall while he back hugs you. “Hey y/niee..” you hear him slur out “go to sleep.” “I don’t want to. I can’t” gosh. What the hell.. you sit up and turn to him “what do you want? How can I help?” His eyes flicker and he sits up meeting your gaze. “I mean” he starts, “you could suck me off..that could help.” He says smiling as if he didn’t just ask you to do something so sinful to him. “Your drunk” you say glaring at him. “I’m not… I’m just horny” he says grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him.

He grabs your jaw and kisses you then pause for a bit before crashing his lips on yours again. The two of you kissing hungrily and fighting for dominance over each other. His large hands find their way into your loose shirt you borrowed from him and he starts cupping and playing with your tits while simultaneously pinching your nippys. Soft moans fall from your lips pushing him to continue. You slightly grind on his bulge, feeling the pressure on your bundle of nerves. A few more of these and it has pushed him to insanity.

He flips you over and stares at the cute view in front of him. Hair messy, lips rosy and swollen, eyes hooded waiting for him to ruin you. Gosh this has been his favorite view since he first saw you like this. He leans down kissing you while raising the shirt up a bit. Perfect timing to wear no panties. His slender fingers find their way to your folds coating them with your juicy nectar before bringing his fingers to his lips tasting you, eyes never leaves yours. He pulls his underwear down finally releasing his big cock from imprisonment. He slides his puffy tip down your folds then pushes in your eager hole stuffing you with his length. You moan out at the stretch grabbing onto him while your eyes tear up from his size. Finally bottoming out he gives a few experimental thrust before he starts a pace for you. Were you expecting him to be gentle? I hope not. With each thrust he’s sliding out till his tip is at your entrance then slamming back in, completely balls deep. He loves seeing you like this, crying and chocking on moans. You can’t deny the fact that you love how rough he is with you. Fucking your tiny cunt with so much force you could break? Yes please. Jeonghyeon smiling at how small you look under himself. Hand pressing over the bulge in your belly from his big cock fucking you dumb.

His tip hitting your cervix with precision was sending you over the edge needing to cum. A bunch of incoherent words fall from your mouth before you moans turn into desperate whining and whimpers of his name. Both of you so close to the edge he starts fucking you all frantic and sloppy, that’s the final straw. You start cumming, walls spasming around his cock ultimately cutting him short and making him release his warm seed into you. He pulls out when you both calm down and as his cum starts dripping out he pushes it back into you with his cock(🫠) . He thinks about pulling out but decided not to. “Hey” he starts, checking if you asleep. “Hmm?” You hum back “can we just date at this point?” He bluntly asked. Could be the alcohol is what you thought but you slightly wanted that the most. “Whatever.. yeah”. He smiles at your words.You both end up passing out in each others embrace after.

Guess he didn’t get a bj but got something else :3 !!!

I’ll let you guys use you imagination for the rest of!!!

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[bellacullenvamp]

Red Moon, a Twilight saga au!

•Masterlist•

•Playlist•

The Cullens have a new family member. Y/n is only a 2-year-old newborn... Carlisle stopped her life at age 15, and she still doesn't know why.

Genre: au! | Angst

Rated: G (Clean for all ages)

Chapter Four. (Continuation)

Volterra is like a time machine. The stone castle transports you to an ancient time. When the folklore tales just started to tell our history.

The place smelled like humidity and richness. As we entered one of the castle gates, another vampire greeted us. As Jasper told me, her name was Jane, and she was a vampire to be feared. Jane Volturi was scouting two vampires. They looked Korean, and one of the vampires was a woman, maybe in her thirties. She had a beautiful, serious face, red lips, and black hair. The other was a male wad maybe around my age, with the same red lips and black hair. They seamed related, and I asked myself, how the girl and her brother had the same fatal end as me.

"Jane always gets the prettier ones," said Aurelius with a bored posture.

I looked down when Jane locked eyes with me. She frightened me more than Carmilla and Constantine. "Let's meet Aro. Heard Marcus was going to be there as well." Jane said while still looking at me. Jasper also told me Jane has a mortal hatred for the Cullens. Since she was not able to kill us a couple years ago.

All of us walked in a dark mysterious hallway. Blood could be smelled from a distant door, screaming in a long distance could be heard. The stone walls made it difficult for me to hear where it came from. We were sent to a room with velvet couches and historical art on the walls. If my hands could sweat they would now.

"What's your name?" The woman Jane scouted asked me.

"Y/n. Yours?" She sat near me. "I'm Naomi and this is my younger brother, Leo. Jane found us in Dublin, while we hunted. And you? Did you came here to join the clan as well? "

Leo had shy eyes, both of his and his sisters eyes were a deep red. I could imagine what they were hunting. "I have my own clan. But I decided to give the Volturi clan a chance," Honesty was not on the menu right now.

Naomi wasn't convinced. However she decided to stay quiet. They did not appear to be newborns, maybe they used to be lonely and needed help hiding from humanity.

We stayed there for three hours. When the midnight hour striked, Jane came along with her twin brother, Alec. I mentally gave thanks for Jasper and his class on the Volturi.

"Welcome to Volterra. All of you are blessed tonight, with the glorious chance of being a part of the clan." Alec said with a royal tone.

"The first test begins now." As soon as Alec finished his introduction, Jane began to torture us with her mind. Her power was incredibly strong, and painful. My insides felt being torn and ripped apart. The pain was to much to handle, then suddenly everything stopped.

"Good play Naomi!" Apparently Naomi had powers. A sixth sense, where she could feel when something went wrong. Actually, I haven't seen because of the pain, but I was the only one being tortured. Naomi felt what Jane was about to do and ran through the door with her brother.

"Maybe this little Cullen is useless, sister," Mocked Alec. Jane smiled and left the room along with a striking laughter.

The door was not locked, but three vampires were standing by it. "I apologize, "Y/n"," said Naomi, as she helped me stand up.

"No need for that. We are here. And we have our own reasons, " I sat on the red velvet couch. Anger filled me, all I wanted was to go home. Hours went by. No one appeared and the three of us were hungry. I was feeling like, a sad, hungry, locked lion inside a zoo.

Suddenly Constantine came in the room, he asked politely to Naomi and Leo to follow him. As he held the door for them, he winked at me.

The door was closed and I left was alone.

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[plan3tstarr]

Christmas Party

A/N: so so so so so sorry for not posting, school is just eating me up and my creative smut juices haven't been flowing but i decided since it's the holidays, i should give back to one of my favorite fandoms!!! hope y'all like it, and also sorry it's a few days after christmas. sorry for any errors as well!! hope you like it:)

Summary: My present to the JJK fandom and Gojo girlies, you're hosting a christmas party with some friends and things take a little turn

Warnings: Sex Toys, Creampie, Throatfucking, Handcuffs, Spanking, Roleplay, Hair-pulling, Teasing

WC(word count): 2,441

AO3 Link

It was Christmas day and it was a week since you last sex. You were horny like a beast but since you and your boyfriend Gojo decided to have a party, you had to keep your cool. But at least the party was fun. You and some friends decided it would be funny to try the new sex chocolate that has been going around and you shared a bit with Gojo. Drinking was also involved because what's a party with our alcohol? Then things started to escalate. The chocolate were starting to kick in and because you were so horny because it was ovulation week, that just made it worse.

You were dancing and laughing around with your friends until you felt a tight grip on one of your hands that pulled you away from your friends. You realized it was your boyfriend who had a serious look on his face. He brought you upstairs into your guy's room. You were confused but a bit turned on even more by this. He threw you onto the bed.

"Babe, what's wrong? This is so completely random and I don't understand what's going on right now." You said.

He closed the door behind him and started to undo his pants. You could the print through his pants. You knew he was drinking too. You said him drinking while you was dancing and you guys were all taking shots before.

"You know how I feel when I seeing you dancing." He replied. He took his belt off and started pulling his pants down.

To make matters even more fun, you guys decided to dress up as Mrs. and Mr. Santa Claus. You were wearing a short Mrs. Claus dress that hugged your figure with fishnets as leggings with some black boots. So he was already turned on from the start. You knew the chocolate was starting to kick in for him as well. You laid down flat on the bed, ready and excited for what was coming. He got on top of you, kissing you deeply. Your tongues were twirling with one another. He placed one hand on your mid-back and raised your upper half closer towards him. With his other hand, he went slowly down your left side and handed his hand on your thigh, insanely close to your pussy. You felt a shiver down there and whimpered a little bit.

He broke the kiss.

"What's wrong?" He whispered in low tone.

"I hate all this teasing, I've been waiting a whole week for this and when we finally get around to doing it, you're teasing me. I don't wanna get teased. I wanna get fucked. Fucked hard and rough until where I can't take it."

"Shhh. Don't be such a brat, you'll get what you want until I say so."

He got up from up from off of you and walked over to the nightstand. He opened the bottom drawer and got 2 pairs of handcuffs. He cuffed one end to the right end pf the bed and went over and did the same to the left. He turned and looked at you with lust in his eyes. He crawled back on the bed and came over to you.

"I promise I'll give you the best orgasm in the world tonight." He whispered in your ear.

That whisper sent shivers all in the right places. He took on off your hands and cuffed your hands to the left handcuffed and did the same to your right hand. You were very vulnerable. He got up and made sure the door was locked. He stand on the end of the bed and took his Santa outfit off and went over to the same nightstand and grabbed a vibrator. He knew just what to do with it. He turned it on and started to tease your hard nipples that made a print through your Mrs. Claus dress. You shifted your body in pleasure. You missed being touched. But this was the closest thing to it. He rubbed the vibrator around your right nipple which caused you to moan a little. He chuckled in response and moved towards the left nipple doing the same thing as before. You let out a soft little moan in response. It was feeling so good but you wanted more. You needed more. He started to slowly bring the vibrator towards your body. The vibrations going lower and lower on your body caused you to shift around on the bed. The vibrator hit the top of your pussy lips and then it stopped.

"I don't think I should keep going, maybe I should just leave you alone. Let you get back to dancing." He said in a deep tone.

"No!" You pleased. "I want this, badly. I fucking need this right now."

Your body was already teased from the nipple play and the chocolate from earlier. You were just ready to cum.

He gave you a smile. "Alright." He said.

He turned the vibrator off and put it back in the nightstand. He walks over to the end of the bed again and you look at him confused. What would be his next move? He crawled on top of you and spread your legs wide open. Your eyes were making contact with one another and it just made the situation worse. He had that sex look in his eyes.

"Let's see how horny you really are." He sticked 2 fingers inside of his mouth and licked them, then gently placing them inside of your vagina.

"Damn, you're really wet, huh?" He said as his finger went inside of your wet pussy.

A moan left your lips as his finger went deeper. This is exactly what you been needing. You move around a little due to the sensation of his finger pumping in and out of you. You felt an orgasm building up and fast. Your whole body started to warm up and your vision was getting blurry. It wasn't much but it felt like a whole lot of something. You could feel his eyes staring at you with that same smile from earlier. You felt your body ready to cum.

"I'm gonna cum." You said in a soft voice. You felt his fingers leave your body and his dick shoved inside of your hole. You started moaning loudly, cum started flowing out of your body, covering his penis as it pumped in and out of your pussy hard. You clenched your fists as he started fucking you rough. It felt so good. His dick vigorously rubbing your g-spot over and over as it went in and out ever so roughly.  It felt so fucking good you could feel another orgasm forming once again.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good inside of me."

He placed on one of your breast and started playing with it. Teasing it, rubbing your hard nipple, and squeezing it. All the works. It all felt so good, you completely forgot about the party downstairs that was still happening. You wondered if the chocolate was kicking in for your friends as well. But that didn't matter for right now. You could feel a finger on your clit started to slowly rub it. The burning sensation was only growing now. The orgasm was coming faster and faster and you didn't want it to stop any time soon. The finger started to go faster and faster as his hard dick fucked you good.

"Fuck, Im gonna cum soon baby." He whimpered.

You felt his strokes getting sloppier and slower as he moaned while one hand squeezed your breast and the other holding on tight to your waist. He pulled his dick out as his cum started covering your lower stomach. You came your own self, making a little mess on your bed sheets once again.

"Fuck." He whispered.

He came on top of you once again and started kissing you passionately again. Your tongues making a twirl storm inside of each other's mouth. He broke the kiss once again and you saw that same smile from before. He leaned over to the left and started to undo the handcuff that was connected to the top of the bed frame. He did the same to the right but kept the handcuff cuffed to your right hand.

"What's up your sleeve now?" You asked.

"You'll see."

He placed the other handcuff on top of the nightstand and placed his left hand on your back.

"Can you bend that ass over for me?" He whispered in your ear.

You slowly rose up from the bed and turned your body over to where you was lying on your back. You started to arch your back for him and you felt his still hard dick against your ass. You shivered a little at what he was gonna do next. He took the other end of the handcuff and cuffed to your left hand.

"Looks like you where on the naughty list. Seems like Santa's gonna have to punish you." He whispered in your ear.

You felt a hard smack on your ass and your body moved a little. Seems like your punishment was spanking. He spanked you again but harder which caused you to moan loudly. Just before he was about to do it again, you heard knock on the door.

"Y/N, are you guys ok?" It was one of your friends. "We head a couple of nosies from above and we kinda got worse because y'all just left unexpectedly. We're just checking up on-"

"Everything is just fine, Y/N for sick so I'm caring for Y/N right now." He shouted.

"Oh, Ok!" You heard footsteps leaving and another smack on your ass and you could just tell a mark was just there.

"I hope Mrs. Claus learns her lesson soon." He said laying another smack on your ass just on the other cheek. You whimpered and moaned which each incoming spank.

You felt his tip rubbing against your pussy, teasing you ever so good. You tried to push his dick back inside of you but he caught you in the act and smack your ass once again.

"So needy." He said.

He teased your clit by rubbing his tip around it causing you to shiver and moan. You couldn't take the sensation, you just wanted another orgasm and fast.

"Baby please. I promise I'll be good." You moaned softly.

"If you say so."

He shoved his dick hard inside of you which caused you to moan into the sheets. He pushed your head down and propped your ass up to him. He pounded harder that before this time inside of you. His dick roughly going in and out of you as you moaned into the sheets of your bed. You could hear the wetness of your pussy and the cum that dripping from his cock making a wet sound as he pounded into you. Your ass was making a clapping sound against his lower stomach as he fucked your abused pussy.

"Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good on me." He moaned. 

You moaned but it was muffled due to the face he pushed your head into the bed. Your body was hot, your eyes were starting to water, your vision was blurry, and you were getting fucked brain dead. No thought was in your mind, it was just your ass clapping back on his dick and a couple spanks here and there. It all felt so good. So right. Like an reward for something. 

"I think I'm gonna nut soon." He said. 

You've always had the idea of your pussy being filled up with cum but you knew the consequences to such actions but in this moment. It didn't matter. You wanted it all no matter what the result might be. 

"Cum inside of me." You said muffled. 

He wrapped your hair with one of his hands and pulled your head towards him. Tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

"What you said baby?" 

"I said cum inside of me."

"I have no problem with that." He let go of your hair and pushed you back into the sheets of bed. His strokes began coming in faster and faster and harder and harder each time. Your pussy was filled to the brim with nothing but hard cock and your g-spot was getting roughly rubbed along with it. You could feel he was getting closer to his climax because the strokes were getting sloppier and slower. 

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum baby." He moaned as he filled your pussy up with nothing but pure cum as you came for your 3rd time. Your lower body plopped down onto the bed. You didn't know if your body could take it anymore. Soon, you felt the handcuffs that had your hands cuffed began to come undone. You heard the fall onto the nightstand they were once on. You wonder what was his next move and if you could truly handle it. He wrapped your hair back onto his hand and pulled you closer towards him on the right-middle end of the bed. 

"Since you wanna be filled with cum like a cumslut."

He flipped your body back over so you're now laying on your back once again. 

"Say "Aaa" for me princess.

"Aaa-" He shoved his hard dick inside of the back of your throat. You gagged on the surprise. He started moving back and forth inside of your mouth. Pre-cum and cum from earlier was dripping from his dick and some falling onto your face. He thrusted slowly into you, slowly picking up the pace. Soon your mouth with filled with dick thrusting roughly and hardly in you. You didn't know if you could take it. The tip was reached the back of your throat, making you gag a bit. Your eyes were watering even more due to the pleasure of the sensation. 

"Shit! You're gonna make me cum again."

He went harder and rougher with thrust and you started to lose air for a bit. Soon you were gagging and choking on his dick until he bust a fat load in your mouth. It started dripping onto your cheeks and nose.

"Damn baby, you made me cum a lot tonight." 

He said as he fell onto the bed on side of you. He let out a sigh and so did you. 

"You should sallow my cum like a good girl." 

You did as you were told and sallow the cum down your throat. 

"I'm all fucked out for the night babe." You said. 

"I can tell."

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

My Big pumpkin I have a perfect request for your prefect writing. Soo ready?

Young!RDJ with his Lolly and you are on his knees his dick deep down your throat and he teases you his Lolly (the one in his mouth) but this would be so hot. And I'm sure you will write it perfect like always because your writing is always perfect and I absolutely love it.🥺🩷

Lollipop

Pairing | Boyfriend!Young!Robert Downey Jr. x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

Word count | 1K

Summary | Your boyfriend has always been good at making you go crazy, but when he decides to tease you with a lollipop, your mind is officially going into overdrive. As soon as he comes home, you're all over him, and of course, you were waiting with a lollipop in hand to give him an extra sweet treat.

Warning(s) | Smut: Porn without plot, teasing with a lollipop, oral (F&M receiving), 69, food play if you squint, cum swallowing.

A/n | @buckys-wintersoldier | Thank you so much for this sweet and goddamn sexy request! I haven't been in the right headspace to write, but for young!RDJ I will gladly make an exception, so thank you for sending this in. It's a good distraction, and I hope you will enjoy what I did with this one 🖤

A/n 2.0 | My requests are currently closed, and I will post the ones I already received over the next few weeks. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this on such short notice; I am forever in your debt after that! 🖤

Banners by @vase-of-lilies | Dividers by @cafekitsune | GIF credit to @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

Seeing your boyfriend with that lollipop during the interviews did something to you. Something that can only be described as lust. And when he comes home, he will find out just how crazy he has made you by pulling a stunt like that.

You're sitting on the couch in a black and red velvet bodysuit and a pair of black heels. Your hair is hanging around your head in loose waves, and you're wearing a shade of red lipstick that's just as red as the lollipop that is sitting in your hand.

Robert's timing couldn't have been any better because as soon as you hear the lock of your shared apartment turn, you're up and walking to the door, ready to meet him and let him see what he's been missing out on.

''Fuckin' hell, Princess, look at you!'' he says as he takes you in, his eyes gliding over your body without a single hint of shame.

The fact that he's chubbing up in his pants doesn't go unnoticed by you, and before he can say anything else, you're grabbing his hand so you can pull him to the bedroom. You need him, now.

''Strip,'' you order as soon as you arrive, and you're sitting on the foot of the bed, casually unwrapping the lollipop and popping it in your mouth. Your legs are crossed over one another as you look at Robert stripping right in front of you.

''You like what you see, Princess?'' he asks you with a quirked brow and a smirk, and you nod as your line of sight slides down until it's level with his now hard cock.

You take the lollipop out of your mouth with a loud pop before getting up and capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. When you pull away, you put the lollipop in his mouth, pulling him to the bed.

''On your back, and don't even think about touching yourself,'' you tell him, and he scrambles to get on the bed, taking his place in the middle of the bed.

You take the bodysuit off in a sensual manner, your nipples immediately peaking as they are met with the cold air in the room, and you can't help but chuckle as you see Robert's cock twitch in anticipation.

''First, I want you to eat me out until I cum, and after, I might just think about helping you out as well, but only if you make me cum real good,'' you say, your long red fingernails scraping softly over his abdomen and chest, before you grab his face, squeezing his cheeks.

''You understand?'' you ask, and he nods to the best of his abilities.

You pull the lollipop out of his mouth, and you pop it into your own, sucking it before bending down and kissing him deeply, the lollipop in the middle of the kiss so you're both licking it.

''Such a good boy for me like this.''

You climb into the bed and lift your leg over his face before sitting down without warning, and he immediately starts eating you out like a starved man.

His large hands are holding onto your thighs as you start rutting your hips back and forth, moaning loud as he sucks on your clit. You're completely taken over by pleasure, and you let yourself fall forward, your face now eye level with his throbbing and leaking cock.

''Look at that, already leaking for me...'' you say as you let your lollipop go through some of his precum, licking it off with a loud moan, which makes Robert moan too.

''Taste so good, Princess, nothing's as good as this sweet pussy of yours,'' he says before going back to his task of eating you out, and it doesn't take long for you to cum on his face, trembling in his hold as you're bordering overstimulation.

''Fuck! Feels so good when you eat me out; you deserve your reward,'' you say as you take the lollipop out of your mouth, and you lift yourself off his face to put it into his.

''Now it's your turn to cum, Baby; you made me cum so fucking hard I'm still trembling,'' you say before you lean forward, which makes your ass go higher in the air, giving Robert the perfect view of your swollen, pink pussylips.

You start by licking up the precum and suckling softly on his tip, earning yourself a deep groan as you feel his fingers tighten their grip on your thighs.

''Just like that, Princess, take me in that tight fucking throat of yours; wanna cum down your throat so you have to swallow it all,'' he says, his back arching off the bed as you take him almost in his entirety. Who needs gag reflexes anyway, right?

You keep this up for a while, switching between sucking rough and taking all of him, playing with his balls, and suckling softly on the tip, which drives him crazy.

Suddenly you hear Robert popping the lollipop out of his mouth, and he slides it through your pussylips to gather some more of your slick before putting it back into his mouth, which makes you moan uncontrollably around him.

This sets off a chain reaction because as soon as you take all of him again, he cums without warning, and you're forced to swallow every last drop.

''Fuckin' fuck! Feels so fuckin' good, Princess,'' he groans as he rides out his orgasm. When he's finally soft, you let him go, and you fall to the side, collapsing with a wide grin.

''I believe I need to bring lollipops to interviews more often,'' Robert says with a wide smirk, and your head shoots up in astonishment.

''Just kidding, Princess,'' he says as he sits up and puts the lollipop back into your mouth before he falls back onto the bed. You're both still recovering from his orgasm, but the sexual tension is still palpable.

He will do this again if it gets you this riled up.

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[the-ravenist]

My pretty boy

James Diamond x Black!BG!Reader

Reade is bigender, reader is called both girlfriend & boyfriend, uses she/he pronouns, established relationship, sad/pouty james, , based off of the show, james is a simp for reader, just some cutesy fluffy comfort type shit, if the ending looks rushed my bad

"Is he okay?"

"I'm not entirely sure."

The three friends stared at their usually sparkly, peppy friend, which is now gloomy and pouty. Now they don't know what to do in a situation like this, well maybe they do. Kendall, Carlos, and Logan take a seat next to James's pool chair, Logan on one by his right, and Kendall and Carlos sharing one by his left. So to get an idea of what exactly they're dealing with, they decided to as some questions. And sadly in which, James all said no. Kendall started first.

"Did you run out of hair spray?"

"No."

Then Carlos.

"Are you going bald?"

"No."

Then Logan.

"Did you lose your lucky comb?"

James showed his named Lucky comb and responded with another, "no."

"Then what's wrong," they chorused.

...

"I wasn't called pretty today!"

"..huh?"

A red flush rose to Jame's cheeks at his claim, yeah something as simple as that had put him in such a depressing mood. To his friends, they thought that James was overreacting, just a tad.

"(Y/N) calls me pretty every day," he whines a bit. "And he hasn't yet."

Loga was the first was to come out of his confusion.

"Okay wait," his friends turn to look at him. "So because your girlfriend didn't compliment you today."

"You decide to be all sad and pouty," Kendall continues.

"Yes," James sighs. "Is it so bad that I want my boyfriend to call me pretty?"

Before they could say anything, James interrupted them.

"And before you can say anything, it has been two," he holds up two fingers to express his point. "Two whole days that she hasn't called me pretty."

"So now I'm sad," he leans back in his chair with a pout.

Logan, Kendall, and Carlos share a slightly concerned glance. Carlos was the first to suggest his solution.

"Do you want us to call you pretty?"

"No!"

"Okay quick team meeting," Kendall whispers to the only ones, not in a pouty mood.

The boys leave the pool, and into the lobby, Kendall standing in front of the shorter boys.

"Okay so what are gonna do about," he point to the bandmate curled up on the pool chair. "The sad James Diamond?"

"Yeah, his unnatural sad mood, is kind of concerning," Logan comments.

"But if he doesn't was us", Carlos moves a finger between the three of them. "To call him pretty then what do we do?"

"How about we do the smartest thing we can think of," Kendall says.

"Well I guess that we can grab (Y/N) from Roque Records, bring him here and that'll bring James out of his sad mindset," Logan and out.

"Do you really Gustavo is going to let her go like that," questions Carlos.

"No," replies Kendall. "And if he doesn't we'll just sneak him out."

"Right," Logan comments.

"Sounds easy enough," adds Carlos.

As they stand in front of the producer they always wonder where their confidence goes, it's like the man has a confidence remover superpower. Mustering up his confidence Kendall, unsurprisingly, was the first to say something.

"So, Gustavo we know that (Y/N)'s been working hard in the studio for the last two or so days," hesitance is clear in his tone.

"And we were wondering if we could kinda, sorta," Logan continues. "Take her away for a little bit."

"Sure," the producer says after a beat of silence.

Yet that goes unheard for a bit, as the boys start yelling excuses.

"Wait did you say yes," now realization had hit them.

"Yes, yes I did," Gustavo agreed.

"Listen, guys," Kelly's voice gains their attention. "(Y/N) has been working since last night, and he needs some rest."

"Let me shorten Kelly's long-winded excuse," he interrupts. "(Y/N) hasn't left this building, so go and take her to her apartment and let her rest."

The boys haven't moved from their spot.

"What are you waiting for?"

"We have no idea of where he is," Logan speaks up.

"Oh, he's in Studio B," states.

Kelly and Gustavo watch as the boys scramble out of the office, shaking their heads with small smiles.

(Y/N) watches as Carlos, Logan, and Kendall tumble into the small studio from the sound booth.

Pressing a button, she leans into the mic speaking into it.

"Hello boys," said boys look towards the booth that holds the very person that they were looking for. "I'm guessing that you looking for me."

"In fact, we are," Kendall smirks.

"Yeah, we kinda need you to come to the Palm Woods," Logan rushes out.

"Yeah, James is sad," Carlos adds.

"Wait, why is he sad," (Y/N) says as he rushes out of the booth.

"He needs you to complement him," Logan explains.

"More so, he needs to you to call him pretty," Kendall adds.

"Well, what are we waiting for," she starts. "Let's go."

The group ran to the Palm Woods, in search of their usually flamboyant friend. And there he was still sitting in the same pool chair, hair wet and a towel around his neck. He'd probably gone for a swim to clear his head, it didn't do much. They don't know if his eyes are watering from the chlorine or just plain sadness.

Either way, the sight still made (Y/N)'s heart break a whole lot.

"I know this might sound rude," she started. "But damn does he look pitiful."

"Tell me about it," the boys say.

"Alright, so he wants me to compliment him," (Y/N) asks, speaking clarification.

"Yes, because apparently, you didn't complete your daily dose of," Logan's voice turns sarcastic. "Ego fuelling "

"Don't be rude to baby like that," (Y/N) punched Logans' arm.

"Anyway," interrupted Kendall. "You need to go fix James, make him all..."

"Sparkly," Carlos whispers dramatically.

"Exactly," the other hockey players agree.

"Alrighty boys," the designated boyfriend cracks his knuckles. "Let me do my thang," (Y/N) started walking towards his pouty boyfriend.

As the boys watch their friend heads toward her boyfriend.

"Should we leave them be," Carlos asks as he watches (Y/N) sit next to James.

"Yeah, this seems kinda personal," Logan agrees as he leads his friends away from the pool.

Moving the attention to (Y/N) and James.

"Hey James," the gentle call of his life breaks James out of his mood. (Y/N) pretty much saw his boyfriend's eyes sparkle when he saw him.

"(Y/N)," he cheers. But his mood quickly sours. "Where were you?"

A long sigh passed (Y/N)'s lips. She didn't mean to work for as long as she did, promise. But when an idea strikes, you have to do something about it or you lose it. And it took two days of work to make sure that every detail is written down.

"Well, you know me when it comes to work bubs," James preens a bit at the nickname. "When I start working, I just can't stop," a chuckle passes (Y/N)'s melanin lips.

But a slight frown bleeds onto his lips again, and he softly grabs James' face. He leans into his hands as a little smile dances onto his lips.

"But seriously," she whispers as she makes their forehead touch, eyes connected. "I'm so sorry, sparkles," the boy huffs at the name. "Can my pretty boy forgive me," she rubs their noses together, his slightly wet, and eyes closed.

A smile breaks on her face at the bashful giggles from her boyfriend.

"I don't know," James backs up a little bit. "Does my boyfriend deserve an apology," sarcasm laced his voice.

"Oh, so that means that I can return the flowers I bought?"

"Wait, flowers," he watches as she pulls out a bouquet of camellias and roses, his favorites, from behind her back.

"Yeah," James gently takes the flowers from your hand with a flustered face. "I saw them on my way here, and I knew they were your favorite," (Y/N) could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. "So of course I just had to get them."

A beat of silence passes between them.

"Well, with your apologies," James' voice comes out as a whisper. "And these amazing flowers," he practically shoves his nose into the bouquet. "How can I say no?"

"You can never say no," she teases. She quickly places herself in front of James, in his chair. Her hands grab his face again, the force making him drop the flowers in his lap.

" 'cause my handsome man," he squeezes James's cheeks. "Says no way too much."

"So what am I supposed to say?" James's speech is a bit muffled due to his face being slightly pressed.

"Nothing," she sighs. "Just sit pretty and receive my compliments."

A smug smile crawls on his lips, "I can do that," he murmurs.

"Well, I do have two whole days to catch up on," she eye rolled affectionately.

And thus the smothering begins

"my boy is handsome," a kiss on his forehead.

"beautiful," eyebrow kiss.

"gorgeous," eyelid kiss.

"sparkly," kisses on his cheekbones with muted giggles.

"strong," chin kiss.

"confident," nose kiss. "A bit too much," James lets out an appalled squawk.

"and last of all," the words are a bit murmured by their lips brushing against another.

"my," small peck, "pretty," longer peck, "boy." Then a long passionate kiss to seal the deal, a kiss filled with nothing but love and adoration for one another.

"Do you feel better, my prince?"

"Yeah," he gazes at his boyfriend; eyes full of love. "I am, and I'll always be."

fin

This is honestly a filler until I can post my other fics, and there will be more fillers coming don't worry

#james diamond x reader #btr x reader #big time rush #james btr x reader #black reader #x black!reader #x black reader #black!reader #james maslow x reader #bigender reader #x reader #she/he reader

[angelltheninth]

Since you're taking smut requests can I ask for dom!Viper x sub!Fem Reader with smut numbers 17, 45, and 51? Maybe with a biting kink/marking kink too? Thank you, I love your Valorant writing sm!

Those are good kinks! I love those kinks. I love writing Valorant fics and I'm glad people enjoy them.

Pairing: Viper x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, power play, fuck buddies, sex for stress release, co-workers, biting kink, fingering, guided masturbation, marking, begging, orgasm denial, possessiveness, Reader wears a tie

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Viper is absolutely a dom. The confidence? That alone would get people drooling.

17. “If you want to come, you better beg.” + 45. “I told you to stay still.” + 51. “I think I’ve made my intentions clear.”

No one said that being a Valorant Agent would be easy. In fact everyone who decided to become one knew exactly what they were signing up for. But there was also nothing saying that you can't use whatever methods you'd like for stress release. As long as you weren't breaking the law, narutally.

Your preferred way was relaxing with your teammates, having a few drinks together, maybe throwing a dance party, having a friendly competition. Nothing else even crossed your mind.

Not until your relationship with Viper... Sabine, started.

At first it was just harmless flirting, teasing, a little banter on the training field. All of that ended with her pulling you by your tie into her bedroom, her lips descending with hunger upon yours.

"What are we doing in here? The party's still going on." You felt a sharper tug on your tie, your lower half pinned to the door while your upper half was pulled toward Sabine's lips.

"I believe I've made my intentions clear my pet." The little nickname was almost enough to send you on your knees. It was embarrassing how much control this woman had over you, and in such a little amount of time. "I think you'd look quite pretty on your knees." With her smile she left a black trail of lipstick across your trembling neck.

In your lust you failed to realize you said that part out loud, only adding to your flustered state. "I like it when you call me yours." What the hell, you were already in deep, might as well spill the beans.

"I suspected as much. And this?" Her teeth found the soft skin of your neck, sucking a deep dark bruise while her hands did away with your clothes, her thigh firmly sloshed between your thighs. You were left half naked, everything except for your thigh. All else lay at your feet.

Sabine moved back to take in the sight of your skin marked by her bites and kisses.

"Examining me doc?" You winked, arms winding around her beautiful hips and pulling her close, "Am I a worthy specimen?" You teased with a whisper in her ear.

"That remains to be seen." Her hand grabbed yours and guided it past her pants and lace, making contact with the wetness pooling between her legs, "You certainly show a lot of promise." The warmth your fingers were met with once you finally wiggled them inside was almost too much, you couldn't help but whimper at the contact. "What are you waiting for pet? You know very well why we're here tonight."

With a vigorous nod you started plunging your finger in and out, paying special attention to how Sabine's breath hitched when you hit a particular spot. Your hooked your fingers forward, letting yourself melt into Sabine's body as you moved your hand at that slightly awkward angle.

Your wrist was gonna hurt later but it was a small price to pay to have your hand drenched in Sabine's cum, to have her muffled moans resonate through your ear, to feel her hips riding your hand until her body went rigid and then still against yours, another harsh bite delivered on your neck. Her breath was uneven and fast, eyes just returning into focus as she admired her handwork, her hair a mess when compared to her usual neat hairstyle.

"It seems like I haven't misjudged you. You've lived up to half of my expectations pet." With a pleasant sigh Sabine pushed her hand out and away, taking your wet fingers into her mouth, her tongue showing what it can do as it circled and licked around, up, and in between. "Take your clothes off."

Her command came as a bit of a surprise to you, "Me? What about you, don't I get to see you too?"

"You haven't earned that reward yet." Her nails dragged along your shoulders, down your back and then to your stomach, "Now I won't repeat myself, take the rest of your clothes off." A flickering green spark of danger and mirth shined in her eyes, your skin prickling from her gaze.

Sabine took her seat at the edge of her bed, leaning back on her hands, eyes half-lid, slowly crossing one leg over the other as she observed you. Your fingers shook as you pushed your pants down, kicked your boots away and slid your panties down your legs.

"Don't step out of them." Well that was gonna make walking a little difficult. You took one step forward before Sabine's amused, yet firm voice cut through you, "Not a step closer. Lean against the door." With a begrudging groan you did as she told you. "Now, I want you to fuck that pretty pussy with the same hand you fucked me with."

"Wha- But why can't you do it?" As you were ready to take another step towards her Sabine's eyes narrowed, pinning you in place.

"I told you to stay still. Don't come another step closer until I say so. I want to see your pretty face when you're begging me to let you come. Understood?" You bit back a whimper as your fingers brushed over your wet folds. "Good. Go in slowly, I want to see every inch of your finger clearly." Her tone was soft yet commanding, the kind that made you want to obey if only to hear it more.

Just the tip was enough to make your pussy clench in need, almost trying to suck the finger in, needing to be filled up. Sabine was clear, you were to take is slow, show her everything. So you leaned back against the door and spread your legs as wide as you could, well aware of the drops of cum staining your panties. Her eyes were locked on your finger all the way up until it was fully sheathed inside your cunt.

You waited for her to tell you to move your hand but she just sat there with a teasing smile playing on her lips. You were pinned, trapped by her gaze between pleasure and nothingness. And you liked every moment of the anticipation that came with it.

"Move pet. I want to hear every slide, smack, every lewd wet sound your needy cunt makes." You didn't need to be told twice. Your wrist started moving before you knew it you added another finger and started sliding it in and out, eyes locked on Sabine's, your mouth hanging open, every inch of you on fire from being on display for her like this.

As your open palm made contact with your clit you could feel your pussy getting tighter with each slap. "Sabine." You groaned.

"If you want to come, you better beg." She tilted her head, her smile like that of the cat who caught the canary. "But if you'd rather prove your stamina to me then..."

"No! No, please! Please let me come! I'm so close! My pussy feels so tight, it needs to come. Please let- make me come!" You were fully riding your hand and this point, head filling light from the burning pressure building up in your lower stomach.

"That's more like it. I knew you could do it. Show me how pretty you look when you come." You fell on your knees at her words, fingering yourself furiously for her, never breaking eye contact even as you moaned, no screamed her name. Your pussy, hot and sensitive, clenched around your finger as you felt your orgasm crash over you.

Your whole body shook, from your shoulders to your toes as they curled in pleasure.

You didn't even register the clicking of her heels until you saw her standing inches in front you. With a slow tug on her tie she angled your head up, "Good girl, that was very well done. A beautiful display." With soft hands she cupped your jaw and kissed you, so gentle you swore that for a moment you were in Heaven. From the way Sabine was looking at you maybe you were. Regardless of the answer you never wanted to leave.

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[jazzystudios82]

His Lovely Rose - Chapter 8: The Confrontation

Location: Planet Earth. . . .

As it turned out, one of the children had their tablet with them in case they got bored and was trying to watch a movie, but it played an ad for an upcoming action flick, and that was where the gunshot sound was coming from. After reassuring the guests that everything was alright, Bulma had decided to announce the bingo tournament she planned in the hopes that it would calm everyone down.

Far from the stage, Brier sat with her husband and friend at their table, playing with a fork that was on her right side. While she was curious to see what the bingo tournament would bring, Brier still couldn't get that weird crow's eyes out of her mind. 

"-r? Brier, are you listening to me?" 

The white skinned goddess stopped playing with her fork and looked at her husband. "I'm sorry, what was that?" "I just wanted to know if that crow-thing was still bothering you." 

All Brier did was nod her head to answer him. "I see. Well whatever that thing is, it's gone, so don't worry about it anymore, ok?" Beerus told her. "You make it sound easy." Brier said. "But there was just something about it that seemed. . .not right. I honestly don't know how else to put it." 

"Do you wish for us to talk about something else?" Whis asked. Brier nodded. "Alright then." Beerus said, not wanting to see his wife frown anymore. "Now, about that Super Saiyan God, I haven't sensed even a pinch of divine energy since we've been here. I was very much looking forward to meeting him." 

"From doing what humans call 'mingling', I've learned that the only pure-blooded Saiyans are Vegeta and Goku." Whis revealed as he took a bite of spicy chicken from his plate. "The rest are only half-breeds and children at that."

"Really? In that case, why don't we just go to my fathers' home and ask for help." Brier suggested, slowly forgetting about the bird from earlier. "I'm sure that neither of them would mind."

"Really? Even Arum?" Beerus asked.

"Well, I'm going to head to the ladies' room." Brier said, practically avoiding the question. "Let me know when you boys are ready to go." 

While Beerus didn't like that she ignored his question, he decided to drop it. “While we wait for Lady Brier to finish with her business, why don’t we go and take some food with us?” Whis suggested. “There’s this dessert they have called pudding." 

"Huh? 'Pudding'?" Brier muttered softly. What an odd name for a dessert. 

"I tried one myself, and I must say it’s most delicious. It has a subtle sweetness and a rich velvety texture that is absolutely to die for.” Whis added. This captured Beerus’ attention. “Really? Show me where they’re keeping this 'pudding' delicacy then.”

"At once."

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After Brier finished using the bathroom, she was approached by Vegeta. “My lady, do you know where Lord Beerus and Whis are at?” Vegeta asked her. “No, I'm afraid not.” Brier answered. "You can probably find them where they give out desserts, seeing as they all had savory food up until this point." “I see. Thank you!” he said as he went to go find them. This allowed Brier to continue with her goal of finding Bulma so that she could say goodbye to her. 

‘Now where is she?’ the goddess wondered silently. Brier’s gaze then landed on the blue haired woman, who seemed to be having a conversation with her friend, a black haired woman wearing a maroon colored dress.

‘There she is!’ Brier thought happily as she walked towards the two earth women. “Hello Ms Bulma!” she greeted as soon as the two finished speaking with one another. “Oh hi Brier! You seem awfully jolly.” Bulma said, amused. She was glad to see that she had gotten over the creepy bird from earlier.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Brier asked, confused. “Oh nothing. Anyway, this is my friend Chi-Chi.” Bulma said, introducing the two of them to each other.

“Greetings Ms Chi-Chi.” Brier said, offering her hand to shake, to which she did. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope that we can get along in the future.” Brier added with a pretty smile. “O-Oh, the pleasure’s all mine!” Chi-Chi said, sounding flustered. How could someone so polite and beautiful exist?

“Ms Chi-Chi are you alright?” Brier asked, concerned. “Your face seems to be getting a little red.” “Huh? Oh! I-It’s nothing serious!” Chi-Chi exclaimed, embarrassed. “Are you sure Chi-Chi?” Bulma questioned. “Yes, it’s fine! I'm probably just-” Brier’s attention went from Bulma and Chi-Chi to the two boys, Trunks and Goten. They had walked up to the two women and were about to speak, that is until they noticed the goddess’ presence and froze. 

Brier got down to their level and said, “Hello there you two. How are-” “W-We’re so sorry miss!” Trunks interrupted, not only shocking Brier, but Bulma and Chi-Chi as well. “We didn’t mean to do that to you! We were just playing!” “Y-Yeah! Please don’t be mad!” they said at the same time, but Brier was able to hear them perfectly fine. “It’s alright. I know that it was an accident.” Brier told them reassuringly.

“You’re. . .you’re not mad?” Goten asked. “No. Why would I be?” Brier asked, but their attention went to Bulma and Chi-Chi when the both of them asked, “Wait, what are you two talking about?” “Yeah, Goten, what’s going on? What happened?”

“!” This caused the two boys to get nervous. So nervous that they both looked to the ground, avoiding their mothers’ gaze. This led Brier to come to their defense. “It’s nothing serious really. There was this little incident of sorts, and-” Suddenly, a loud crash interrupted her, causing everyone to look behind themselves to see what was the cause of it. 

Much to Brier's shock, Beerus was being repeatedly punched by the chubby pink creature known as Majin Buu. “Oh my god! What happened?!” Chi-Chi exclaimed, her hands covering her mouth in shock. “I-I don’t know. . .!!” Bulma said, too stunned to move. “Brier, I'm so sorry about this! I swear that Buu’s usually much better behaved than this!” Bulma added, looking at the goddess. “I’ll tell the others to stop him before Beerus gets hurt!”

“Well I appreciate your concern Ms Bulma, it’s not my husband’s safety that we should be worried about!” Brier told her. Before Bulma or Chi-Chi could ask what she meant, Beerus threw Buu overboard, causing him to crash in the sea. 

'I don't understand, he was in such a good mood earlier!' Brier thought to herself. 'What in Zeno's name made him. . .?' 

Brier saw Whis near a sushi stand, so she quickly walked towards him and asked, “Whis, what happened?!” “The stall that was giving out pudding cups ran out, and the one known as ‘Majin Buu’ had several pudding cups that he was eating from. So Lord Beerus and I asked if he could share some with us, but he refused and Lord Beerus lost his temper, which resulted in the fight.” Whis said calmly.

“Of course that’s what happened. . .” Brier mumbled with a grimace on her face. Why? Why did that have to be the thing that set him off?!

In the blink of an eye, Majin Buu emerged from the ocean and flew towards Beerus, attempting to attack him once more. But just like last time, Beerus grabbed Buu by the arm and threw the pink being into a nearby food stall that was on the ship. “Well, we might as well go ahead and take some food with us. This planet appears to be doomed.” Whis said, nonchalant.

“What? Don’t you think that we should at least try to calm him down before we call it quits?” Brier questioned. “Honestly, I don’t think that there’s much I can do. But perhaps you’ll have a better chance than I.” Whis said as he walked to a nearby food stand.

“Good luck, my lady.” 

‘Thanks for the help, Whis. . .’ Brier thought silently. Now while she knew that it wasn't a good idea to get attached to the residents of planets she and Beerus visit for obvious reasons, it was clear that these mortals were good people and didn't deserve to have their world destroyed over something so trivial. Now she had to think of a way to get him to calm down. 

‘Now, how should I approach this? Maybe I should-’ Brier snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Beerus shout out, "Brier! Whis! Let's wrap this up! I'm gonna wreck this world and get on with the rest of my day!" Now while Brier herself didn't respond, Whis said, "Just a few minutes, my lord! I'm right in the middle of an order!" "Excuse me?! I'm not waiting! So you either get up here now or explode with the rest of this planet!" 

"!" Brier had attempted to speak up, but was stopped when she saw a bright flash of white light. After the light dissipated, she saw a brand new individual, who seemed to be a fusion of the two half-Saiyans Trunks and Goten. 

"Did someone order a superhero? 'Cause Gotenks is here to answer the call!" he announced, his voice a mixture of the two young Earthlings. As this "Gotenks" flew up to where Beerus was, Brier could hear Vegeta telling them to stay away and "defuse", whatever that was supposed to mean. 

"Bad news, kitty cat. You shouldn't poop on a party when I'm on the guest list!" Gotenks exclaimed. "Now you've got about five seconds to start behaving, or the great Gotenks is taking you to school!" "Very funny kid, now move." Beerus said as a response. "Well, I warned you. But looks like school it will be!" Gotenks said, and then proceeded to say the name of an attack that Brier couldn't really keep up with. But it resulted in Gotenks punching Beerus directly in the chest, and just like Brier predicted, it did nothing. 

Though this seemed to be a great surprise for Gotenks. "What?! No way!" ". . .Just curious, but was that supposed to hurt?" Beerus asked. Gritting his teeth, Gotenks began to launch multiple punches on the Destroyer with the hope that it would be effective, but it was just like before. But this didn't deter them anyway. 

"I know the real reason why you're here, but it won't work! 'Cause I'll do whatever it takes to keep the Dragon Balls away from you!" Now this had piqued Beerus's interest, causing him to stop Gotenks's attacks by using his ring and middle finger to catch the Saiyan fusion's fist. "Dragon Balls, you say? Sounds like quite the delicacy." he said. "LET GO OF ME, YOU BULLY!" Gotenks shouted as he attempted to free himself of Beerus's grip. "ARE YOUR HANDS MADE OF STEEL?!" But Beerus ignored him and decided to ask about the so called Dragon Balls. "Now tell me, is it a type of pastry or is it a dish made of actual dragon parts?" 

"IT'S NOT FOOD AT ALL, YOU DUMBASS! LET ME GO!" 

Ignoring the "dumbass" comment, Beerus rolled his eyes and released his grip. "You don't play very nice, you know!" "I'm not your playmate, little one, and I don't have time for your childish games." As Gotenks was attempting to soothe the pain in his wrist, he exclaimed, "You're calling me 'childish'?! Look in the mirror, pal! You're the one who's throwing a silly fit because you didn't get to have some lousy pudding!" 

"What. . .? Downplaying my dessert tragedy?" Beerus muttered. 

Brier shook her head and covered her face with her hands. She knew where this was going and she didn't like it. 

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After Gotenks's de-fusion (and Piccolo, #18, and Tien tried to fight against Beerus), the Z-Fighters were all promptly taken out by the deity in a matter of seconds.

While they were being healed by the young Namekian known as "Dende", Brier had decided to once again think of a way to get Beerus to change his mind. Which wasn't easy once he decided on doing something. She attempted to get Whis to help her, but he was too focused on a dish called "sushi" to pay any mind to the situation. But she still tried anyway. 

"Whis, can you please just-" "Like I said earlier, my lady, the only person Lord Beerus will listen to in these kinds of situations is you. I'm afraid that there isn't much that I can do." Whis told her. "But-" "And what is this called, good sir?" Whis interrupted, now speaking to the chef preparing his meal. "I-It's called 'sashimi', sir." "And this one?" "It's called-" 

Brier didn't hear the rest of the conversation as her ears were filled with Vegeta’s warrior cry. He had attempted to attack Beerus, but he was unsuccessful in doing so. Instead he was forced onto his knees by the Destroyer when he put his foot on the back of his head. “Vegeta!!” Bulma cried out, having witnessed the whole thing.

“My my, is that your idea of power?” Beerus questioned with a sinister smirk. “Absolutely pathetic. And you Saiyans had the gall to call yourselves a “warrior race”. That’s what disgusts me about Saiyans. Too much bravado but you always let me down.” 

“You know, your father used to buckle under my foot like this. Despite all that muscle flexing and fist waving, he couldn’t even scratch my heel. You and your father are exactly the same.” he sneered. “Weaklings who pretend to rule over an imaginary throne.” And what he added next nearly made Vegeta stop and freeze. 

"Imagine how your mother would feel if she saw you like this. How disappointed do you think she'd be?" 

“Beerus, that’s enough!” Brier shouted, her voice loud and clear. The destroyer stopped what he was doing, and walked back towards his wife. Brier attempted to speak again, but a sudden slap to her husband’s face prevented her from doing so. 

'Who. . .? Who did that?' Brier wondered, panicking. Her ruby eyes looked from her husband's equally shocked face to see Bulma right next to him. 

'Oh no! Ms Bulma, what have you done?!' 

Bulma looked away from the cat-like deity, turned to Brier and began to shout. “Are you serious?! Now is the time you decided to stop him?!” Brier flinched at the sudden shouting. She was never really good with with people yelling loudly at her. 

Brier took a deep breath and attempted to calm Bulma down. “Ms Bulma, I’m truly sorry for all of this, but I-” “But what?! You had every opportunity to stop your hot-headed husband from ruining the party, but you chose to do nothing! My family and guests got hurt because of him, so I want the two of you to get off this boat right now!” 

"Ms Bulma, please listen to me!" "I don't want to hear any of your excuses!"

The party goers watched as Bulma continued to shout at Brier, who was hiding her clenched fists behind her back. However everyone, especially Vegeta, froze when they saw Beerus staring at Bulma, with an infuriated expression on his face. “B-Bulma, no!” Vegeta muttered. Bulma had finally noticed Beerus glaring at her. “If you have something to say, say it!”

Instead of uttering a single word, Beerus raised the back of his hand towards her. Both Brier and Vegeta immediately knew what he was about to do. “N-No Beerus! Please have mercy!” Vegeta pleaded. “Whatever you plan on doing to her, please do to me instead!!”

“Beerus! Please calm down!” Brier exclaimed. “Don’t do something that you’ll regret-” Beerus slapped Bulma’s face, causing the human woman to fly backwards due to the sudden force of it. Trunks and Goten immediately caught Bulma before she could land on anything and get hurt even more. “MOM!! Are you ok, say something!” Trunks exclaimed, worried.

Brier quickly walked towards the boys to check on Bulma. “I'm so sorry about all of this! Is there anything that I can do to help?” Brier asked the two. “You did magic earlier, right? Is there some kind of spell that you can use to help her?” Goten asked her. Brier nodded and looked at Bulma’s right cheek. Luckily Beerus didn’t use enough force to kill her, all he did was leave a red mark on her cheek. Brier raised her hand and muttered an incantation of sorts. In seconds, the red marking disappeared.

“She’ll be fine, but please be gentle with her. Take her somewhere safe for now. I'll make sure that my husband apologizes greatly for this.” she told them. Trunks and Goten nodded their heads and took Bulma away to a nearby chair to put her in.

Brier looked at her husband with a frustrated expression. Beerus froze immediately. He knew where this was going. "Now dear-" “Beerus! When this poor woman wakes up, you will-" ''What have you done?. . .” Brier and the others turned back to see Vegeta getting back on his feet. "Your Highness. . . .?" 

“How could you?. . .What did you do. . .TO MY BULMA?!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, and subsequently transformed into his first Super Saiyan form.

This stunned everyone in the area, including Beerus. “Mark my words, Beerus! Mark them well! You’re going to suffer for what you’ve done!” Vegeta swore. He quickly flew towards Beerus and began to throw several punches in his way. Beerus was able to block them with just one hand, and punched him in the face when Vegeta attempted to kick him.

Vegeta returned the favor, which caused Beerus to fly away from the ship and towards the ocean, which is where they continued their battle. Their fight was creating violent waves in the sea, which was rocking the cruise ship and nearly threatened the safety of the passengers. 

Brier then muttered a spell under her breath, one that would keep the boat steady. She looked back up in the sky and shouted, "Will you two knock it off and discuss this like the grown adults that you're supposed to be?!" "No!" they both shouted back, not taking their eyes off each other. 

"Also, what's the big deal Brier?! Aren't you supposed to take your husband's side when something like this happens?!" Brier heard Beerus shout as he evaded Vegeta's punches. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Brier yelled, scaring everyone around her (except for Whis). "YOU TWO WILL GET DOWN RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'M GOING UP THERE AND-" Brier stopped speaking when she felt herself getting a painful headache. It felt as if there were a thousand tiny hammers slamming against her skull.

'My head! It hurts!'  Brier thought as she placed her right hand on the side of her head. 'I don't understand what's going on. Why is this. . .wait, do I need to feed already?!' Brier wondered. She began to think back to the last time she last had something to drink. 'Let's see. . .it was during our travel here when I-' Brier was brought out of her thoughts when she felt someone roughly put their hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, can't you get your husband to stop fighting Vegeta?!" a Namekian asked. From what Brier remembered, his name was Piccolo.

Brier's eyes then wandered to the veins in Piccolo's neck, and almost licked her lips. Realizing what she was doing, Brier attempted to control herself. She didn't want to launch herself at him and rip his flesh apart. "S-Sir Piccolo, was it? Like I said earlier, I'll get my husband to apologize to everyone and then we'll leave this planet. I just need a moment to-"

"Whatever it is that you need can wait!" Piccolo interrupted. "Everyone on this ship is has families that are getting scared and-" 

Piccolo stopped speaking when Brier placed her hand on his and took it off of her shoulder, her grip was rather and her black colored nails were almost digging into his green flesh.

Before he could ask what she was doing, Brier looked directly into his eyes said in a menacing tone, "Do NOT interrupt me when I'm speaking. Like I was trying to say earlier, I'll get Beerus to stop as soon as I take care of something else. Do you understand?"

It took a lot for Piccolo to be scared of someone. And all this dainty woman had to do was turn her eyes completely red and speak down to him in a murderous voice. And what made it worse was that she had an unnerving smile while doing so. But he knew that if he didn't get her to stop Beerus, he could put the others in serious danger. 

"Look, I don't want to start any trouble with you miss, but-" 

"Stop. Talking."

"I-" "Lady Brier, there you are!" Whis interrupted, getting in between the two. The angel was quick to remove Brier's tightening grip on Piccolo and move her away from him. "Whis? What are you-" "There's something over here that I want to show you! I'm sure that you'll love it!" he told her with a smile. Although Brier could tell that it was not his usual smile. This one he had right now seemed rather forced.

Whis had Brier follow him behind a food stand and whispered, "My lady, I can see that you have a bit of a troubling situation at the moment. Is that right?" 

All Brier could do was slowly nod her head, causing Whis to sigh. "I see. . .and Lord Beerus can't help you with your problem. That is quite concerning. If we don't do something now, who knows what you'll do to the mortals around you." The angelic attendant then did something that Brier didn't expect. He put his staff away and raised the sleeve on his left arm, bringing it close to her. 

"Whis! Are. . .are you sure?" Brier asked. "You don't have to do this, you know."

"I know that I don't have to. But I want to. After all, Lord Beerus is a bit preoccupied at the moment to do this himself." Whis told her. "Now take as much as you need, Brier. I promise you that I'll be fine, so don't worry about me."

". . ."

Brier looked at the soft skin that Whis possessed, and swallowed the saliva in her mouth before she took hold of his arm and brought it close to her lips. "I'll be gentle. . ." Brier said to Whis with a sorry look in her eyes. She then opened her mouth to reveal sharp fangs, and softly bit into Whis' wrist. The angel slightly flinched at the feeling, but he quickly got used to it.

It didn't hurt at all, it was like getting a shot at the doctor. So it felt like a little pinch. 

The goddess has tasted all sorts of blood in her long life. And to this day, there were only two beings in the entire 7th universe who had the sweetest and most satisfying to her. Beerus and Whis. But before she could take any more, another loud crash was heard. 

"?!" Brier, even though was nowhere near done, stopped drinking blood from Whis, wiping the angel's purple colored blood from her lips and used a bit of magic to quickly heal the puncture wounds on his wrist. "Lady Brier! You still need to-" "I'm fine!" Brier told him as she went to see what was going on.

Whis sighed as he readjusted his sleeve and grabbed his staff. He then went back to the food stand he was at earlier. He should go see what chef had prepared for him. 

Brier returned to see Vegeta on deck, his hair and eyes back to their original color.“Dammit, that was all that I had!” he exclaimed, slamming his fist on the ground. 'All he had? What did he. . .?' Brier looked up to see a big puff of smoke in the air. Did he shoot Beerus with energy? 

The smoke cleared, revealing that Beerus was alive and well, with barely a scratch on him. “Was that really it? That certainly wasn’t the power of a Super Saiyan God. It was child’s play.” Beerus said. “With a blast that weak, it’s clear. You’re no rival of mine.” “What happened!? Dad was winning!” Brier heard Trunks exclaim.

Brier turned to look at the boy and saw Bulma had awakened. "Ms Bulma, are you alright?" Brier asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." Bulma replied, not quite looking Brier in the eyes. 'She must still be upset.' Brier thought to herself. "I'm glad to see that. Now I'll go and-" "Trunks and Goten told me about what you did to help me. And that you were going to tell Beerus off for what he did." Bulma told her, surprising the goddess. 

"They did?"

"Yeah. So. . .I'm sorry. You know, for yelling at you earlier." Bulma said, truly sounding apologetic. But Brier didn't have a chance to respond, since Beerus made an announcement. "It has been many eons, you know, since I was even able to use ten percent of my power. Take solace that you were at least more entertaining than that Saiyan on King Kai’s planet.The time has come! I will reduce this planet to rubble!"

"!" Brier and the Z Fighters watched him carefully, waiting to see what he'd do. However, no one had expected what he'd say now.

“On second thought, maybe I won’t.” Beerus said, scratching the right side of his head in thought. ‘He won’t? But he was so determined a minute ago.’ Brier thought. What made him. . .wait, was it because of the food he had earlier? 

“Destroying Earth would be quite tragic in a way. Your warriors here might be pitiful, but your cuisine is another matter. It’s simply among the tastiest things in the universe!” He declared. Bulma, having heard every word, was quick to come up with a distraction. “I-I totally agree, sir! It really is great, so it would be a shame to blow up the whole planet and not taste our other specialties!” she exclaimed. "There are others?" Brier mumbled to herself. To simply say, she was shocked to learn such a thing. 

“What?! You mean there’s more?!” He yelled in shock.“Oh yeah, there’s way more of the tiny fraction of food that we earthlings make! Can you maybe please hold off on destroying our planet while we prepare you something?” “An interesting offer. Alright, I’ll give this planet a second chance!” Beerus declared, which made many of Earth’s inhabitants sigh with relief.

“Great. . .and how’s that gonna work exactly?”

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AN: So, uh. . . .if I didn't make it clear before, then I guess I didn't do a good job at hinting at it. So I'll make it clear here: Brier (and her whole species) drinks blood, and it's a main part of her diet. While her species obviously takes inspiration from the Titans from Greek Mythology, there are still some creative liberties I took while I was brainstorming this whole story.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball fanfiction #beerus x original character #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #his lovely rose au #bride of the destroyer story #beerus #whis dbs #bulma briefs #vegeta #dragon ball oc #dragon ball au #alternate universe #writers on tumblr #ao3 writer

[gracefireheart]

Ended up making a ref sheet of Ryan Parker, 'cause why the hell not.

Some extra lil' notes below the keep reading line if any of y'all are interested to read it :]

First of all, before I could get far with the base ref sheet, I remembered that Ryan have (or had) tattoos when I watched him. However, I don't remember how they looked like, at all orz

So I put up a poll on my twitter (since most of my old GTA RP moots are there) and asked if I should make up some tattoos for him, make up a lot of tattoos for him, or not give him any tattoos at all. The first of the three won, and thus I read a bit about different meanings behind tattoos and went with:

The Sun - To symbolize that the sun will always rise after a dark night (also, I'm pretty sure I remember someone calling him the sun/sunlight in peoples' lives when I watched him).

The Infinity Symbol - To symbolize limitless journey and possibilities.

The Butterfly - To symbolize change.

With the tattoos out of the way, let's go over to the outfits.

The OG Fit - Literally what the name entails, this was the original (or at least the most worn) outfit he wore when CurvyElephant (the streamer that plays him) created him. So I didn't change much about it.

PURPLE GUY RACER?! - This twink do be a racer, and since I wanted to check if anything significant had happened to Ryan while I haven't been watching for-- 2 years? 3 years?... I decided to check his wiki and noticed he was part of a racing group called Vendetta. When I saw his racer outfit tho', I knew I just had to change it up a bit. Give him a hoodie, add purple onto his nails and the tip of his hair, get some purple pants, and some earrings that look like the Vendetta logo :]

Time for Business - This isn't too far from how his (usual) business outfit looks like, it's just missing the leopard jacket that matches with his pants. The only thing I really added was the... *looks at the name of the clothing item* cummerbund. Yup 👍

Girls' Night - This one I mostly made up, but he did like wearing Zebra-patterned pants at times (tho' it had black stripes instead of a sorta peach-colored strips). It isn't too far from how he would dress sometimes tho'.

Out and About - Another outfit that I mostly made up, except for the hoodie, which I still love 'til this day. Where the fuck can I get a Squash hoodie irl.

Uh Oh - Lastly, we got an outfit that Ryan only wore when there was some sort of war or conflict happening against the Lost MC (which he was an old lady [significant other] of one of the members of the MC). Just wanted to add the outfit in 'cause watching those streams live was still one of the most tense things I have watched ever :)

#my art #Ryan Parker #GTA RP #NoPixel #GTA RP NoPixel

[giggly-squiggily]

Forget Me Not (Black Clover)

Happy Valentine's Day! I wasn't planning on posting anything, but in a sudden boom of motivation, I've decided I'm posting a fic! Yunleo makes me soft, and I haven't yelled about them in a minute, so here we are! :D I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@duckymcdoorknob @rachi-roo

Summary: It's the day before Valentine's and Leopold completely forgot. He scrambles to put together the perfect gift for his boyfriend.

Leopold was in quite the predicament.

You see, it all started a mere few hours ago…

~~~

“Perfect-oh, wait- no. It spread.” Mimosa sighed, brows furrowing as she looked at her tray of misshapen heart cookies. “They look like potatoes!”

“Yum!” Leopold grinned as he snagged one, frantically shoving it in his mouth before he could burn his fingerprints off. “They taste good! Nothing like a potato.”

“Why did you..nevermind.” His cousin shook her head with a small laugh as she put the tray down, grabbing her cookie cutter in hopes of reshaping them before they cooled. “At least they taste good. I suppose that’s the important part.”

Leopold hummed, mouth too full to speak. He watched her curiously, tilting his head as she reshaped her handiwork. “What’s the occasion? Are you guys having a celebration or something?”

“You could say that- it’s for Valentine’s Day. I’m gonna frost these and give them to-” She looked back at him, blinking when he went pale. “Leo?”

Oh.

Oh no.

No, no, no, no, NO!

How did he forget???

~~~

“What about… that’s not gonna work. Oh, now…no, that’s dumb!”

Leopold was pacing around his room, hands in his hair as he struggled to think of something. It felt like the hours of his day were flying by with each failed attempt at securing a date. Most if not all the local restaurants were full with reservations for the big day, and shopping proved fruitless.

Then there was the question of what Yuno even wanted for Valentine's day. Past experience proved asking was pointless; his boyfriend always said the same thing when asked what he wanted: “You.” It was cute and never failed to make Leopold blush as dark as his hair; but it didn’t make surprises like now easier.

That left only one thing remaining; a handmade gift.

And Leopold…wasn’t exactly a craft man.

“Why is making paper flowers so difficult!?” He cried in frustration after the seventh failed attempt, tossing yet another crumpled mess into the pile growing on his bed. Mimosa was kind enough to show him how to make them on such short notice, but it didn’t mean much in the end. Littered on the floor were various paper hearts he tried to cut out like a heart- but even those were lopsided and ugly. Little scraps of paper and a dash of glitter coated his room like a thin film with the redhead sitting in the middle of it all, fighting the urge not to cry.

“Come on, don’t give up! You’re a Vermillion! We don’t throw in the towel!” He grunted through a lump in his throat, closing his eyes as he willed himself to take deep breaths.

Paper hearts and flowers were out. He couldn’t cook to save his life, so forget that. Yuno was one of those weird people who didn’t like chocolate, so that wasn’t an option- what was left? What could he..

Opening his eyes, he peeked at the remaining paper and pens before him; survivors of his crafting storm.

And just like that- he had a plan.

~~~

February 14th. It was officially the big day.

Oh great Wizard King save him.

Throughout the day, Leopold was a mess of anxiety and excitement; alternating between joy of sharing his gift with Yuno and dread that he’d hate it. They weren’t meeting up until the evening; both of them had a day full of team tasks to do before then- giving the fiery mage even more time to panic.

What if Yuno saw right through him? His gift was certainly last minute; nothing flashy or intricate- Leopold feared it would come off as disappointing; leaving his boyfriend to question if Leopold truly did love him.

Oh god- what if Yuno hates it so much they break up? The idea made his legs feel heavy, dragging his feet up towards their usual spot as he went to face destiny. His heart raced a mile a minute, threatening to bust out of his chest.

I want to run.

I want to run away.

I can’t face you; I’ll only disappoint you.

He started to turn-

“Leo?” That voice- soft and low- called out to him. Leopold felt himself freeze, everything in him coming to a complete standstill. He had been caught. “Hey.”

“Y-Yuno! Fancy meeting you out here! Hehe, hi!” Leopold twisted to face him, smiling big in hopes it’d hide his fear. “W-What a night to meet! Hehe, so what’s u-up?”

“You invited me out?” Yuno raised a brow, concern in those golden eyes as he watched him sweat. “Are you okay? You seem a bit-”

“Happy Valentine's Day!” Leopold practically shouted, making them both flinch. There, he said it! Yuno blinked at him, eyes wide.

“Oh…Oh! Right- Happy Valentine's Day, Leo.” He smiled gently, relaxing as everything came together. “Is that why you invited me out here?”

“Huh? What- I-” Breathe! He took a shaky breath, willing himself to calm. “Yes- that’s exactly why! I have a-”

He’ll hate it.

Three little words was all it took. Leopold felt his voice fade out as he froze once more, paling beneath the stars. He..he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t take that risk.

Yuno raised a brow, giving him a small encouraging smile. Leopold took it to his heart as he let out a shaky breath.

“Yuno…I have a present for you.” Leopold reached into his pocket, hands shaking as he went to grab said gift. He couldn’t even get his hand in his pocket. “But…I’m scared to give it to you.” At his boyfriend’s raised brows, he hurried on. “I’m just- I just really nervous all of a sudden cause it’s kinda last minute and I usually put more thought into things like this and I don’t want you to hate me-the gift and-EH!”

Fingers pressed into his sides out of nowhere, making him jump up with a squeak. He hadn’t realized Yuno got so close. “So you're saying…you’ve lost your nerve?” Yuno asked, something teasing in his tone as he pressed in more, making Leopold giggle and squirm. “In that case, I’ll help you find it.”

“Y-Yuhuhuhuno! Ahehahahaa- wahahahit!” This was certainly not how he planned tonight to go. Dancing in his boyfriend’s arms as Yuno gently tickled his ribs, his face pressed into his chest as he lightly batted at his chest. “Hahhahahang ohoohohn, I gohohohotta fihihiihnd it ohohoohohn my ohohohohohown!”

“Sorry, no can do. We’ll be here all night.” Yuno grinned as he pulled the redhead into his chest, wiggling his fingers against his belly and making him squeal. “Not that I mind that, really.”

“YUHUHUHNO!” Leopold thrashed in his arms, kicking dirt and stardust around them as he laughed like a goon. Out here in their usual spot, not a soul could hear them. It felt both freeing and devastating at the same time. “YUHUUHUHNO PLEAHHAHAHSE!”

“Please what?”

“DOHOOHOHN’T DHOOHOOHOHO THAHHAT!”

“Do what? You gotta be more clear, Leo~”

“TIHIHIHICKLE MEHHEHEHE- NHOOOHOHO WAHHAHAHIT!” Leopold all but shrieked when Yuno bit his shoulder, blowing a raspberry against the clothed fabric. Low and behold- he found yet another spot on him that was ticklish! “YUHUHUHUNO!”

“What? I’m just doing what you asked me to do!” Yuno grinned, moving his fingers back to his sides as Leopold calmed. “Do you feel better now? Ready to share with the group?”

“Ahehaha! Fihihihine, fhihiihhine! Ihiiihhih’m reahhhhahahdy!” Leopold gasped out, falling back against the other with a soft sigh as Yuno supported him. “Yoohohu’re teehehrrible!”

“Hm.” The wind mage smiled as he pressed a kiss against Leopold’s cheek. “You love me.”

“I do.” He replied automatically, his voice hushed with sincerity. He felt Yuno jolt in surprise; not quite used to hearing it. It gave Leopold the push he needed. “Hey, can you let me go for a sec? It’s important.”

Yuno did so, watching him as the redhead took a few steps away. Turning back to his boyfriend, Leopold reached into his pocket, pulling out the folded paper. “I wrote this and…well, I know it’s not much, but if you’ll have me, I’d like to read it to you.”

“Poetry, Leo? Who would have known.” Yuno teased good naturedly, leaning back on his heels as he waited. 

“I’m not much of a poet- but I tried.” After another breathe, Leopold began to read.

“First of all; Happy Valentine’s Day. It’s our first, and I wanted to do something special for it. However- this is where I must confess. I kinda…forgot.” Leopold winched. Yuno gasped, clutching his pearls.

Then he chuckled, easing away Leopold’s worries.

“Sorry about that. I’ll remember going forward. But this letter isn’t about my forgetfulness; it’s about something much more important…it’s about you.

“When we first met; it was during my sister’s bootcamp. I remember when I first really looked at you- I thought to myself: ‘This guy’s really cool. And he looks strong. I have to defeat him!’ I declared you my rival and set my goal to surpassing this really cool guy with fluffy black hair and eyes like sunlight by any means necessary. I challenged you to many duels, and not once did you turn me down.

“I think that’s when I started to fall for you. I can’t pinpoint an exact moment; maybe it was the way you carried yourself- or how you always talked about your siblings with such love. Maybe it was during a battle- or how you declare your ambitions like obtainable goals rather than distant dreams. I thought my admiration for you was simply that; a feeling of mutual respect for my fellow mage.

“But then you looked at me and I realized it was more than that. It was love. A love that burned within me like a burning candle wick- new and different than anything I’ve felt before. It grew and grew until there were times I simply couldn’t be around you cause all I wanted was to tell you how I felt. I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same, so I kept that burning wick to myself for months.

“And then…you returned my feelings. You said you liked me back! I couldn’t believe it! Sure- things were a bit rocky at the start, and there was a moment I was scared my wick would blow out, leaving me cold within, but you kept it burning and you still do.

“Did that sound good? I’m not exactly good at this poetry stuff. The point is- I love you, Yuno. I love your ambitions and your dreams, I love your faith in me when I don’t have any left. I love when you smile at me, when you take my hand in yours and never let go. I love how you look at me when you talk- like I’m the only one here. I love how passionate you are about what you want to do with your life. I love your bravery, your kindness, your competitive spirit and how you always make me feel loved and treasured. Your love comes as easy as breathing, and I want to keep breathing it in, letting it do whatever air does to our bodies- something about blood cells and whatnot.

“I probably killed the vibe with that last part; the point is- I love you, and for as long as I live- I’ll always love you. Even in death I’ll love you. My heart is yours for all eternity. Happy Valentine's Day, Yuno. Let’s have many more.”

Finishing the letter, he stared at the page, suddenly too shy to look up. What would he see when he did? Would Yuno fight off laughs? Would he be bored? Disgusted? Disappointed? He was scared.

Be brave.

He looked up- and stared. Yuno was crying.

“Babe..” He whispered, but that’s all Leopold got out before he was engulfed by arms, a cloud of pine and forest invading his nose as Yuno clung to him. “Yuno?”

“Not much of a poet my ass.” He choked out, a wet laugh coming though his voice. “Leopold…That was so…I love you so much.”

Those words were like coming up for air after nearly drowning. More than that- it felt like he was ascending. His body felt light with relief, almost numb as he brought them around his boyfriend- grounding him and filling him with warmth. “I was worried you’d hate it.”

“Never. I loved every word.” Yuno pulled back, eyes shiny with tears. Leopold reached up, brushing them away with his thumb. “I hate that I don’t have the words to describe how I feel right now…”

“More than words?” Leopold asked, earning another wet laugh. He closed his eyes as Yuno leaned in, capturing his lips with ease. Where words failed him, Yuno’s kiss told him everything he so desperately wanted to hear. His hands ran through black tufts of hair as Yuno grasped his hips, pulling him against him until only the pounding of their hearts were between them.

~~~

“I feel kinda bad now. I didn’t get you anything for Valentine’s Day.” Yuno confessed after some time. They were lying beneath the stars, his head on Leopold’s chest as the redhead played with his hair. “I kinda forgot too.”

“What?” Now it was his turn to clutch pearls. “Yuno!”

They looked at eachother. Then they were laughing.

“We’re a match made to be!” Leopold wheezed, shaking beneath Yuno as he giggled himself silly. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too.” Yuno smiled, scooting up so they were nose to nose. “I still want to give you something. Is there anything you want?”

“You.” Leopold grinned, watching Yuno flush pink, starting to laugh once more as he lightly slapped his chest.

“Jerk- that’s my line.” He laughed again, the sound muffled by Leopold’s lips on his. He was melting against him in minutes. “I still want to get you back.”

“You already did. Your love for me is the greatest gift I’ve ever received.” Leopold smiled, pressing his forehead against Yunos. “What more do I need when I have you?”

Instead of words, Yuno kissed him again and again.

Even if they both forgot the rest of them; Leopold would always remember this Valentine’s Day.

Thanks for reading!

#black clover #yuno #leopold vermillion #yunleo #fluff #sappy romance #tickle fights #thought it's more Lee!Leopold lols #valentine fic #this is shamelessly self indulgent #I just really wanted some Yunleo lols #happy Valentine's Day!

[beautifulsnake2162020]

Higher intervention: Aemond x FemReader (House of the Dragon x Sandman fanfic) Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a fanwork to show appreciation for the intellectual properties used. I also haven't read Fire and Blood and most if not all that I know is from the TV show.

Gif by queenage

Premise: Alys Velaryon, older twin sister of Jace Velaryon is the only member among Rhaenyra's children whom Aemond cannot completely hate. As their love story progresses, a newer and larger threat complicates things and reveals discoveries that neither the greens or the blacks had ever imagined.

So this is a spin-off on my main fanfic Beautiful Anomaly which is concluding soon. I personally don't consider this a spoiler for the conclusion of Beautiful Anomaly (since it's more of a manner of "how" than "if"). I personally consider this a standalone story since the story takes place in the distant future of Beautiful Anomaly. For those waiting on Part 8 it's coming out soon. I just need to release this from my mind so that Aemond can relax in my little piece of the dreaming realm.

Taglist (comment down below if you want to be included): @winxschester @memento-mora

Also tagging: @rinadragomir I know you're team black, but I really want to know if I wrote them in character 😅

The stars had decided to shine their light to a wanderer. Though he did not need it, he can do just fine whether he was taking his slow travel in their presence or in the presence of the sun. Chained to himself is the book which contained the universe itself, and all the possibilities explored in such universe. A subsection of this book contained details of the Dance of Dragons in a small dimension. The results of which lead to the deaths that only brought further downfall.

After such details, was the details of an experimentation that tested the extent of change and free will. An experiment that he must initiate for the benefit of all involved and to satiate his curiosity. Would this make any real substantial change to such that would occur? Nevertheless he is as dutiful as he ever was. Ever the observer, never the participant. Participants are only ever so focused on what is directly within their reach and influence. And it is from an observer such as himself that he must watch such experiment to its completion.

And as the book stated, this experiment would only help in developing her power.

"Take your time." He speaks from his hooded self towards you.

"You are only in the beginning of your development." You can't help but feel your heart throb in a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Everything will come to pass, everything in its right time."

You open your eyes.

You feel bewildered.

Glancing at the window you could see that it was dawn and the sun had just started to appear.

This dream was the clearest it had ever been and you didn't know what to make of it.

"Alys?" Your mother enters concerned. Her blonde hair was still frizzy from just having awakened. You were frightened for your new sibling in her belly and she shouldn't be rushing by your side when your sibling in her womb was making it difficult for her till his or her birth.

"I'm fine mother, just another odd dream."

"The same one with the hooded figure with a book chained to himself?" She takes a seat at the edge of your bed close to you.

"Yes, but this time it seems like he was speaking to me. He was saying something. About taking my time and everything will fall into place."

"Well" your mother puts both hands on each side of your head. You lean in to her touch and it always had a calming effect on you.

"Perhaps your dreams are trying to tell you to not worry so much on what you're going to do in the future."

"I just want to make you proud mother." You take a breath as you fell her thumbs massage the sides of your head.

"I feel like compared to Jace and Luke I'm the most useless one. My dragon egg hasn't hatched while theirs didn't take long to hatch."

"Alys dear." She wiped a tear that began falling from your eye. You hadn't noticed that you began crying.

"Listen to me. Just because our family prides ourselves with our connection to the dragons, that doesn't mean you are useless or any less important just because you don't have a dragon to ride." Seeing the doubt in your face she sighs and sits closer to you.

"My mother, the late queen Aemma didn't have a dragon. And yet she is one of the reasons why I am the person who I am now. Don't think yourself as so insignificant just because you feel you are lacking in something others have. Alright?"

"Yes, mother." She leans in and kisses your forehead as she helps you to get ready even though you have a handmaid to do it for you and your mother should be practicing more care. She was now in her ninth month and your sibling could begin to appear any day now.

You decide to spend your time in the library. Trying to find anything that could explain who the hooded figure in your dream was. The closest thing that you found was that it might be the Stranger. The aspect mose closely associated with death and the unknown. But none of the texts had stated anything about a book chained to his hand.

"Alys."

"AAH." You only realized that you had bumped your head when you felt the pain. And from what it appears your surprise companion also suffered the same consequence.

"Oh I'm so sorry Aemond. You startled me."

"I can feel that." He groaned as he has a hand on his head. But after a few moments of discomfort your eyes met with smiles on both of your faces.

"What are you reading in this part of the library anyway? It's so far from the window and there are barely any nearby torches or candles."

"You know me, I don't want go too far from where the books are placed. It's not my fault that the librarian chooses to store the books I need in this area."

"Yes but your eyes will regret that."

"Oh leave me alone. Are you going to join me or have you come just to annoy me out of my task?"

"And what task is that?" Aemond grabs a chair and a candelabra from a nearby table adding much needed light to your reading space.

"I woke up with the dream again."

"The vague hooded figure?"

"Yes, but this time it was a lot clearer. Last night my dream showed that he has a large book chained to him. He was a man. And it seemed like he was telling me something."

"What did he say?"

"I can't remember his exact words but he was telling me that everything will happen in its right time and that I was just in the beginning of something. That's all I can remember."

"Hmm, have you tried reading up on the stranger?" This was one of the things that you liked about Aemond. For all the time you found yourself a fellow outcast in the Targaryen family. No dragon, and having to find some other way to compensate. It was times like these that you appreciated his observant nature.

"I've already did but none of the texts mention about a book chained to his person."

"Maybe that part was a result of your imagination."

"If that's the case then what could the stranger be trying to tell me? Why would he tell me that everything will happen at the right time or that this is just the beginning of something-"

"Alys, sometimes dreams are just dreams nothing more."

"And yet Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys came here with dragons and a dream. How is this any different?" He raises an eyebrow before you hear a long whistle.

"My my aren't the two of you getting comfortable." Aegon chuckles mockingly as he leans against the edge of the book case. It was only then that you realized just how close your face was to Aemond's. Any sudden movement may cause your heads to clash again if you weren't careful.

"Brother." He says coldly. And it was then you knew it was time to return the books in their respective places.

"Oh don't stop on my account. I think its adorable that the only two people without a dragon are so close with each other."

"Your mother didn't approve of my mother's proposal." You say as a matter of fact as you return another book in its place. Frankly you were relieved that you didn't have to marry Aegon despite both of you being the eldest of your families.

You hear him snort.

"No offense to you Alys, but I prefer my women to be more developed than you are. A kid like you couldn't keep up with me."

"Considering what you like to do fun, I'm glad I don't have to lower my standards and make myself more stupid." You hear Aemond beside you holding back his laughter and tried to disguise it as a cough.

Aegon rolls his eyes as he leaves the two of you alone.

"You didn't have to do that for me."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I did that for myself." You say lightheartedly but by the way Aemond was smiling you could tell he was nevertheless thankful.

"Then let me make sure I keep up with your standards by bringing you to your room." He places the last book back on the shelf as you blow out the flame from the candles he brought to the table. He holds out his arm to you which you take as the two of you semi-skipped exiting the library.

"So are we going take the ordinary way or your way?" Aemond gives you a smirk as he leads you into one of the many hidden passage ways. He takes your hand before the two of you begin running and laughing as you travel through the various routes of the hidden passages.

You finally reach your room, out of breath but with smiles on both of your faces.

"This is...where...I'll...say goodbye."

"Take...a...breath first. Hoo it's always fun travelling with you going to my room."

You both managed to calm down enough for both of you to say your goodbyes.

"Thank you for being with me today."

"Thank you for insulting my brother." You share one last smile with each other as he makes his way to his room and as you finally enter yours.

Had you known this was going to be among the last carefree memories before everything became so complicated, you would've done more with him.

First came the news that your biological father, Harwin Strong has died in a fire in Harrenhal. You don't know how long you've known, but for the sake of your mother you simply refuse to say anything about it and if you were asked if you were looking forward to being a Queen in your own right after your mother, you would simply say that the future is uncertain and that you needed to survive childbirth first. In truth while you did want to serve the people, you've felt that a part of you wasn't meant for the throne. Not because of the questionable nature of your parentage but for the lack of desire to engage in the politics at court. If you had it your way, you secretly hoped a third party would just be blessed by divinity and become the ruler. That way no more infighting will need to happen, and the pressure that the Iron Throne would have on this new ruler would be motivation enough for them to do a good job. You didn't like the taste of not being able to directly help people. Otto Hightower would always say that whatever he has done was for the sake of the realm. But you find it difficult to believe it when the people themselves weren't asked and all of his moves in court just simply seemed like a prideful powergrab.

Second a new development within you has occurred. It started by accident. You were simply by your window in Dragonstone when you found yourself sneezing. A spark came out along with your spittle, startling and frightening you. After calming yourself down you returned to your High Valyrian writing exercises but eventually noticed that the candle flame was following the movements of your hand as you write each sentence. You stop for awhile.

"Kelis" you say towards the flame as you direct your attention towards it. Testing to see if it did anything, you begin writing again.

It didn't work.

You were getting stressed and worried about how to make the flame stop following your hand when your brother Jace informed you through the door that it was time to sleep. You hoped your reply was loud enough for him to hear you and not enter. Your heart is relieved when you hear his footsteps fading away.

"How do I get you to stop?" You ask frustratingly. You couldn't risk any accident happening while you were asleep. Leaving an open flame as you slept was out of the question.

Giving up, you blow the candle's flame out before going to bed.

After that incident you were even more careful around fire. And you also had more motivation to carry around a napkin in case you found yourself coughing or sneezing. Less for propriety and manners but more to conceal the possible sparks that could exit you. It was already bad enough that people stared at you because of your evident illegitimacy in yours and your sibling's looks despite your father figure, Laenor Velaryon claiming that you were his true born children. You did not want to accidentally hurt somebody from the powers that it seemed you were beginning to develop.

In spite of the obvious drawbacks, there was actually a benefit to your abilities.

Whenever your brothers would end up with injuries from their training, you worked alongside the maester in healing their injuries. Like with how you first encountered your first two abilities, you didn't notice it happening right underneath your nose. You were healing your twin Jace, as he has a nasty swelling that was going to make him wince for a while. You decided to gently massage the nearby area close to the swelling. Whenever your mother did it for you it always made you feel better, it couldn't hurt to try. The maester was close by treating Lucerys, so if something went wrong you could simply ask him.

As you massaged the area, you began to feel his blood circulation slowly increase. Not to a noticeable degree, it was only later that you've realized what you actually did, but it definitely was a little bit faster than how it previously was going. It was only when the day after the day following that did the Maester did a checkup and was pleasantly surprised that the swelling has significantly reduced.

"My lord Jacearys you must have good health or good luck for the swelling to have been reduced by this much."

"It's all thanks to Alys. She's getting better at massaging people. Not like our mother yet but Alys is close."

"I appreciate that Jace." You roll your eyes in mild annoyance as he laughs at your reply. You turn to face away from him as you hide your shock.

You decide to test it upon yourself later that evening if it really was your newfound powers or if it's just your delusions. Placing your fingers on your non-dominant arm you begin gently massaging. Soon you could feel the energy in your blood, and an idea of how your pulse is currently beating. You make different movements with your fingers as you experiment with controlling the pace of how your blood circulates and towards which areas of your body. This energy, this force that helps you live, you're not sure what exactly to call it yet.

Had you known this ability would soon become very useful in your visit to Driftmark for an aunt that you barely know, you would have read more books about healing, and spent more time learning from the Maester how to heal injuries.

The incident that broke your heart and had widened the discord in your family.

You and Aemond didn't spend much time together in the funeral. He didn't know what to say to you. Your father, sir Harwin, was no more. How secretly you weren't mourning for the stranger that was your relative whom you barely knew, but for the father whom you have lost. The father whose only sin was to sleep with your mother but was a good man. When you were scared that your mother could die giving birth to Lucerys, and your father Laenor was with his own lover, he spoke to you of how no matter what happens, he will protect you. And how you've been a good daughter to your mother. Your mother was a woman with the blood of the dragon in her veins.

"If she survived giving birth to you and Jace, she could survive this." He says comfortingly to you as you cry in his shoulder as your mother screams out in pain.

And now he was gone.

You know your mother is powerful woman but you've never felt more scared in your life. Knowing the whispers at court, you were already aware of some people who are interested in you ending up dead simply because of your parentage, what you symbolized, or any other reason that was simply beyond your control to change.

And those things have now caused you pain in your bond with Aemond.

You could tell he was more distant than normal. He had always been dutiful to his role as a prince. But he still gave you looks of sympathy.

Not much words were exchanged between the two of you. You don't remember what you really said, but you vaguely remember offering to come to his room later to show him of your discoveries about yourself. He only nodded and told you that it'll have to be late in the evening since there was something he had to do. His last words to you was to make sure to awaken later and not turn your nap into a deep sleep. You were notorious for being a deep sleeper the moment your eyes closed. There were plenty of times when you fell asleep on his shoulder and he would need to shake you awake or ask for assistance in carrying you to your room.

"Maybe that's why you have vivid dreams." He once teased when you were still in King's Landing.

You were still uncertain if your deep sleep that evening served to your detriment or benefit.

You find yourself waking when the moon was full and the night was at its darkest. But as you grabbed your dark cloak, you were startled to see and hear a lot of people still awake. The atmosphere was tense and everyone was gathered around the main hall. You decide to hide yourself in an alcove that still allowed you to listen to what was going on.

That was until people began exiting the hall and you were nearly trampled as you hid in your cloak. Until ser Erryk found you and was able to protect you from getting injured. You know it was ser Erryk because you could see the black corded necklace on his neck. You don't recall who exactly gave him a necklace with a simple sigil of protection. His twin has always fancied something a little more bold and showed of his pride in serving the King's family. But ser Erryk was satisfied with a simple corded necklace.

"Ser Erryk what's going on?"

"Lady Alys what are you doing here? You could've been injured."

"I was going to meet with Aemond." You notice how tense his face has become.

"I don't think that's a wise thing to do my Lady."

"But why? What happened." He looks around before he brings you into a hidden corner and kneels down to meet your eyes.

"It's all a mess, but I will do my best to explain what has happened."

And it was through him that you've learnt that Aemond has claimed Vhagar and got into a squabble with Rhaena. Baella joined in to protect her sister. Aemond in the heat of the moment called Jace and Lucerys bastards, and the squabble resulted into Lucerys slicing Aemond's eye.

"N-No."

"It's true my lady. And just now the Queen has asked for an eye from your brother in exchange for blinding Aemond in one eye. She even ordered ser Criston Cole to do so. And when he was prevented from doing so, the Queen took matters into her own hands and using the King's blade attempted to do so. Your mother held her back with an injury on her hand."

"Oh no, but I need to see Aemond."

"My lady, it's safer if you return to your chambers. The Kingsguards who are allied with the greens are not so friendly to anyone from the blacks now."

"That's why I'm wearing a cloak ser Erryk, but it's important that I need to -"

"It's okay ser Erryk." You turn to face Aemond who was standing nearby. In a cloak of his own hiding his hair.

"I would like to speak with her alone ser Erryk. I won't hurt her."

"Very well my Prince." He moves to give enough distance for the two of you to talk but close enough to intervene if anything should happen.

"Aemond."

"You just woke up." The hidden meaning hurt you. And you feel yourself beginning to cry.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to do anything." He sighs and walks to you in the deep alcove. He was like the stranger coming for your death with the torches flaming behind him. And maybe it was a death of some kind. A death of your childhood together.

"Alys, this is goodbye."

"But why? It's our families who are quarrelling."

"You know how I feel about your brothers."

"I also know how you feel about my parentage but why does it have to end between us?"

"Ah Alys don't you get it? Unless you switch sides and support my brother's claim for the throne it's not going to work between us."

"That's your mother talking."

"It's the truth."

"Does she hate me? Even though all I've ever done was to spend my days with you?" You begin to stutter as you can't hold back your tears anymore.

"She hates your mother, and I know you love her very much."

"Another thing we have in common."

"Alys, you're not making this any easier." He begins to raise his voice a little but even you could see him begin to cry from his remaining right eye. At this moment you wished that the two of you had been born under different circumstances. No interfamily politics, no possibly deadly assassinations, just the two of you together.

"May I see it?"

He walks toward you as you gently reach out and touch his face. Careful not to touch the stitches. You clearly couldn't try massaging it but you use the brief time you have to do your best to use the energy in his blood to reduce the swelling.

"It's gone for good. You must think me hideous now."

"Everyone is hideous when they are hurt." You feel rather than see him wince at your comment. You do your best to be as gentle yet as efficient as possible.

"Are you going to force me to hate you when I let you go?"

"I cannot force you to do anything. I'm telling you things you are blind to when you are around me."

"Are you going to hate me now?" He has no reply but simply bows his head down.

"If only you were born as my sister. If only you were born to anyone but them."

"But I'm not. What sin have I committed against you to hate me so?" No answer.

"It's getting late, we depart as soon as possible away from Driftmark." He pulls you in for one last hug before he reluctantly pulls away and runs to his room.

And that was when you truly began to weep.

For days, you acted like you were in mourning. You gave your brothers the silent treatment to satisfy some arbitrary punishment from your end. They have your mother to scold and punish them. You have your silence.

But even you can't stay mad at them for long. No matter how much time you spent with Aemond, all of you were still children. And they were simply only doing what they thought was right. You are still uncertain if what Aemond did was right or wrong, but the results of that squabble made everything so much more worse.

In your period of silence, you find a what appears to be a prayer book. Not for the faith of the seven but rather for some of the Gods of Old Valyria. It being an old book, which was hidden away in a part of Dragonstone, you decide to take it to further your studies in High Valyrian. You were not yet fluent in the language but it was better to start somewhere than not starting at all.

As you progressed in your studies you began learning more about the mere scraps of Old Valyria's religion. Merexes, the Goddess of marriage, protection, mothers and women. In the Old Valyrian religion she was prayed for protection and defensive strategies of war. Her spouse, was the God of the Heavens, aggressive warfare, rulership, and men. His name was lost to time. Their son, the God of fire, volcanoes, warfare of all kinds, mining, and blacksmithing was Balerion. From the texts it suggests that he was a rather popular God despite having no wife or main consort. Dragons were his sacred animal, and was said to have been responsible for Dragons being able to bond with people at all.

If there is anyone who could help you understand and manage how to use your powers it must be him. The God with seven faces condemns any type of magical ability (or so the Septas and the Septons claim) and so you doubt that he would be useful for what you need to do.

A week after your sixteenth nameday, was your first prayer to Balerion. You decide to do it in the common tongue since you weren't confident in your abilities in High Valyrian just yet. And besides, if he's a God surely he will be able to understand your intent at the very least.

First part, state the aspects of the God you feel the most important for your request:

"Balerion of the fire;

Balerion of the volcanoes;

Balerion the creator of weapons through the divine forges"

Second, state your plea:

"I have abilities that I do not know how to control, I do not have anyone else to turn to."

Third, state why you need the God specifically:

"Your domain is fueled by the most sacred of energy that has brought both enlightenment and destruction. You are knowledgeable in the nuances of such energy."

Fourth, what do you plan to do should this happen:

"Help me, Great Balerion, whose sacred animal is the Dragon. Help me, and I will help your people in whatever I can."

Fifth, saying farewell:

"Consider my plea, Great Balerion, thank you for hearing me."

You spoke this prayer as much as you practically can. Which meant at least once a week. But it seems your prayers are not answered. Nothing has happened except self-exploration and secretly testing your abilities when no one is around. Your faith begins to waver and soon you forget your weekly prayer. Life goes on and before you knew it, you begin to simply control yourself through brief meditation. The maesters have given you a small time glass which was sufficient enough to help be mindful of the thoughts you have and the powers you possess. It turns out this had allowed you to at least have safe control over your hidden powers and prevented them from having another accident.

At least that is what you hoped.

Around this time you've also began having even more vivid dreams that didn't make sense. There was an air of familiarity, like you've known these people for a long time. You resided in a grand castle, grander than the Red Keep or any of the castles you have seen in person. The front door was guarded by what appeared to be a dragon, a griffin, and a winged horse of some kind. You recall reading and talking in an everlasting library close to the throne room. How you seem to instinctually know this is a mystery to you.

Speaking of mysteries, sometimes you find yourself spending time with a man dressed in all black. You could sense he had incredible power over this world and everyone at least paid him respects as he passed by. Sometimes he alone was with you, and other times a beautiful woman with long wavy raven hair, beautiful deep brown eyes, and a voluptuous body, dressed in white with ever shifting patterns and colors that just seemed to make her even more beautiful, accompanied him to keep you company. Her necklace appeared to have a pendant of crow skull. And on his finger was a rose ring. You don't know why these things seemed significant but it seemed so. You are guessing she must be his wife since the way they are in each other's company reminds you of Corlys and Rhaenys. One of the few married couples who had a successful marriage.

"It will rush towards you." You recall her saying assuredly.

"When it does, just focus on your breath and what you have been doing for awhile. Otherwise you might get lost in it."

"Get lost in what?"

"You will find out soon Alys." The man says in a surprisingly gentle way.

It was one of the few things that you could still recall the moment you've awakened. You're not sure if this is Balerion's answer to your prayers. But you were thankful that you have at least someone among the divinity saying that you were doing well and to just keep it up.

Soon you recieve word from your mother and stepfather that you would be returning to King's landing. There was contention over Lucerys' position as heir to driftmark. Vaemond Velaryon seeks to claim that he has a better right over Driftmark than Lucerys and allegedly wishes to keep Driftmark within the Velaryon family.

"If he wants to keep it within the Velaryon family, why is he not petitioning on behalf of Baela and Rhaena?"

"Good point, you should tell Rhaena to say that. But nevertheless it is because he wants to embarass Lucerys and your mother." Your stepfather replies as you make your preparations to enter court.

"Father, I think Alys should be the one to make that statement. She's next in line after stepmother."

"No Rhaena this is something you should do."

"Alys, if you want to support Lucerys and make sure that Driftmark doesn't go to the greens, then you should make the statement."

"And I've told everyone in our eighteenth name day that I have no plans on actually ruling and so the next in line is Jace because I don't want to be involved in court politics." You find yourself catching your breath after you quickly try to convince Rhaena that you shouldn't be involved at all.

"It's a little too late for that I'm afraid. You'll have to learn to play it whether you like it or not." Your stepfather says, his tone one of gloom. He could tell you didn't want to do anything with courtly life and yet you have to.

"Is it too late for me too runaway to Essos?"

"I'm not sure you'll like it in Essos. You haven't developed anything that could help you survive there."

"But you'll love Pentos. They have an unfamiliar worship from either the Gods of Old Valyria and the Faith of the seven, but I'm sure you'll love it there."

"Pentos is an exception Rhaena."

"We still have our home there father, how about we ride there after all the court affairs have been resolved."

"Rhaena I don't have a dragon."

"You could ride with me."

"Rhaena, Morning is not yet ready for two riders."

"It's okay Rhaena." You finally reassure her that a dragon ride to Pentos was appreciated but is not feasible at the moment.

You wonder how Aemond has changed. Does he hate you now and now plans and assists in your murder? You at the very least know that Lucerys is in danger whenever he is in Aemond's presence.

And you couldn't help but sympathize with both of them.

You arrive at King's landing and the first place you've decided to go to once you've settled in you decide to go to the library. You began looking for any books concerning the Gods of Old Valyria. Particularly Balerion, maybe you've done something wrong that he has decided not to answer your prayers.

"An interest in Balerion the dragon?" You look up to see a man who seemed only a little bit older than you. Black haired with a bit of a stubble. He was attractive, his body (from what you can tell), was at the best midpoint between muscular and lean, his shoulders broad, and his hands big. Unsurprisingly he was at least a foot taller than you.

"Oh no, I am more interested in his namesake, the God Balerion. I've only heard and read about Balerion the dragon but not whom Balerion the God was."

"Oh? Quite the curiosity you have in exploring other religions when the God of the Seven is almost hounded on us here daily." You couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"Let's just say I find the God of the Seven to be lacking in sympathy for who I am. And so I am striving to learn more about Balerion who might be able to help me. I'm sorry but I don't know your name good ser." He laughs and you couldn't help but feel your heart beating.

"I have many names. But you may call me Ion."

"A bit unusual for a name."

"I am someone unusual, around these parts at least."

"I see, where are you from and how did you end up in King's landing?"

"Do you have time? I might be stealing you from your duties here my lady."

"I do, as long as I don't miss dinner with my family I should be fine."

"And what may I call you? I would be at a loss if I did not know your name."

"Alys Velaryon ser Ion."

You two find a table and from your conversation you learn that he is a scholar and a warrior of some sort. He wasn't planning on joining the Kingsguard and yet he is not a sellsword. He was in the Red keep to meet the person who has acquired his services.

"You say you are not a sellsword and yet you are here to meet the person who has need of your services."

"My lady Alys I never mentioned that my services are that of a warrior. I am here in my capacity as a teacher for someone who had felt lonely for awhile."

You didn't know why this had touched you deep in your heart. The conversation ended there, but the two of you agree to meet again as he escorts you to your room to prepare for a dinner with your family.

"How will I know what hour you are available?" He smiles at you with a tenderness you never knew you were somehow missing. Almost as if you were being blessed just by gazing into his eyes.

"Trust me my lady. I will know when you are there." And then he leaves.

"Made a new friend?" Your mother asks as she sees you about to enter in your room.

"Maybe." You say coyly as you enter your chambers and you see your mother smiling at you with a knowing look.

Your days were filled with conversations with him to your surprise. A part of you was saddened that you haven't met Aemond yet. Or any of the main members of the Green faction. They may have seen you around but you may have been blind to them. Ion was there and had become your main escort around the Red Keep. You've learned that his interest in Old Valyria was about his heritage as well as his family. It was only up close that you noticed his eyes were a lighter shade of brown. In certain ways it was almost as if there was a hidden fire in the shade of his pupils.

Your conversations somehow was stirred toward the direction of how the Gods of Old Valyria may have wielded their power in their respective domains.

"They simply are. Merexes is the defense measure because her domain is to protect women, mothers, and the family. Balerion at his core is the fire that wields, that warms, and destroys. The Gods simply are, along with all their complexities of each."

"Ser Ion, may I ask your opinion...do you think Balerion did not answer my prayers because I am an unusual mortal?"

"Lady Alys, I believe he did not answer your prayers in the way that you expect. From what you have told me you have prayed to him to be able to control your powers. But underneath that, what you really are also seeking is a solution that would solve the divide and discord in your family and thus setting you free to be yourself. As you are, without judgment." You feel another shard once again pierce your heart as you feel the truth has been laid out on front of you.

"...You say that the Gods simply are?"

"Yes, even the God of the seven simply is. Even though the faith likes to exaggerate every now and then."

"Do you think, that it could work for someone like me? To simply be?" It was hurting you not to be able to tell him of your powers but you also don't know if he's secretly going to use this against you. Apart from Helaena by personality alone you are aware that there were talks of how unusual you are since you did not actively force your way into having a dragon. You were rather dull and someone who would rather spend her days in the library, in the beach, or in the garden.

"Yes, just see the parts of yourself in the abilities you wield. That is how I believe the Gods control their powers. It is why your mother is so admirable in my eyes. She may practice restraint and has to temper down and play the games of courtly affairs. But she simply is herself."

"Oh, thank you so much Ser Ion. You have no idea how much that has enlightened me. Oh I hope I haven't stolen you from the person you were bound to meet." He chuckles and you can't help but lighten up with what he says next.

"You're welcome, you haven't stolen me from anyone. You cannot steal what was never theirs in the first place. And you are more than worth any meeting I have had this far."

That evening, you decide to accompany your mother as she visits your grandfather in the evening. Tomorrow was the day of the trial, and if it was to be run by the hand, it would inevitably be decided in favor of Vaemond. Without your grandfather's help, you and your siblings by ser Harwin are doomed to be condemned in court. This was going to be your first visit to him, and from what you now see, his condition is worse.

"Hello grandfather, it's me Alys." You say as you sit on his right side and taking his hand. You allow your mother to take the side that was uncovered. As your mother pleads and talks with him, you do your own secret work by focusing on the energy that still exists within the blood. Compared to what you have experienced, this was far slower and it was closer to getting stagnant. You'll have to be gentle, otherwise you may accidentally start a war without even having met Aemond.

"Simply be." You tell yourself as you somehow give some of your energy into him. Encouraging blood circulation to areas that are crucial for him living.

"May I stay with him longer mother? This is the first time I've seen him."

"Of course darling. I trust you can find your way to your room?"

"Yes mother."

She leaves you as you go to his uncovered side and repeat what you have done. No one escapes death, but the least you could do is to delay your grandfather's death long enough for him to help your mother tomorrow. Slowly and ever surely as you gently introduce more energy into his blood, his breathing begins to be more normal than it was earlier. His pulse now at a healthy rate than the dangerously slow speed it was in.

That must be enough for now. If he can make it through the night, then you'll just repeat what you've done tonight to give him more strength to be able to assist in the trial.

You make your way to the Sedan that was adequate enough for you to lay your head as you began to sleep and restore your own energy.

You awaken not long after your grandfather begins to call for you.

"Ah Ahlys, you are still here?" His voice was much more clearer now than when your mother was talking with him.

"Yes grandfather I am here."

"Help me child. We need to go."

"Grandfather slow down." You immediately catch him before he fell over trying to stand up.

"Do you remember what my mother?"

"Something about a trial. Am I right child?"

"Yes you are grandfather."

"Then help me dress. Don't alert the servants, I'll dress simply. Your mother needs me."

"We all do grandfather."

You proceeded to help him dress, and to fasten his mask and delivered to him his cane. At first you thought you were ready to leave when he stopped you before you could help him out the door.

"Alys, go to the chest over there. Change into the violet dress."

"We don't have time for that grandfather."

"We do. It's important I...I want everyone to know that I want peace, and I need someone to represent that. It was your grandmother's favorite dress, and I just couldn't bear to part with it till now. Plea-please-"

"...Okay grandfather." You say as you make him sit as you quickly change behind the dressing screen. Putting it on now, you realize why it may have been grandmother Aemma's favorite. It was easy to put on while still being regal without being too grand. You arrange your hair in a simple half bun secured by the hairstick that accompanied the dress. Allowing your face to be seen while also allowing your own wavy hair to flow naturally.

The two of you make your way to the throne room. You pray to Balerion or whomever God or Goddess is listening that neither of you were too late. The Kingsguard offered to assist him but he refused them all and told them that you helping him was more than enough.

You were now on front of the doors. You hear some loud voices. You felt nervous, but your mother needed you. You take a breath before opening the doors.

Everyone turned to look at you. Otto Hightower was standing on front of the Iron Throne. Now is not the time to lose focus.

"And who might you be? We are currently in the middle of a trial and we would appreciate it if there be no more interruptions."

"I am a granddaughter helping her grandfather." You didn't pay attention to the startled gasps as you turn around and immediately assist in helping your grandfather walk straight towards the Iron Throne.

"That's Alys Velaryon?"

"Seven help me."

"I am starting to understand why Rhaenyra and Daemon didn't want her to be seen."

"I wonder what Aegon feels now that she has made her appearance."

"Oh I think we all know the real person we should be making that inquiry to."

"I wonder if they have already met in private, they were incredibly close before the incident at Driftmark."

"I can't read his expression, maybe he doesn't care about her anymore."

You block out anymore gossips that you inevitably heard and focus on helping your grandfather take his place on the Iron Throne.

"I will be sitting today Otto." He says before taking your hand as you help him. Along the way his crown falls and he nearly fell over reaching for it had you not had a steady hand and was insistent that he be seated first. From your periphery you see Daemon reach for the crown and reverently places it back on your grandfather's head. Once that was done, you turn to make your way down, but your grandfather stops you.

"Alys dear, please stay by my side. It'll be easier than having to come back here just to assist me."

"Very well your grace." He was acting as the King now and you carefully step to the side and turn to face the crowd for the first time.

It was also your first time seeing him.

Who else would have an eyepatch if not Aemond.

From where you were standing, he now towers over his siblings. And has now grown into a man.

Your gazes meet.

You couldn't tell what he was feeling. Maybe it's the distance or maybe it's because he has learned to hide how he feels. Both are reasonable.

"Before we begin, I'd like to say that my granddaughter Alys looks beautiful in the violet gown she is wearing. Wouldn't you agree Rhaenyra?"

"Yes your grace she looks quite wonderful. It fits her quite well."

"And do you remember this dress?"

"It was my mother's favorite dress." You could see Alicent's eyes widen.

"Aemma has always said that violet was the appropriate color for peace. It's a product of talented dyers and artisans to make such a vibrant color. And it is because of this cooperation that clothing in this color was almost always the best. To Aemma it proved that it was possible to rise above pettiness and to actually achieve what was best for the realm. I feel like this needed to be a reminder to everyone."

A figure in the distant corner of the room caught your attention. But you couldn't be too obvious as to who it might probably be. You fix your gaze straight ahead as you use your periphery to see who it was.

Ser Ion looked relaxed in his hidden corner. You may not be able to see his expression, but you felt reassured that what you were doing was right.

At the same time you could also feel Aemond gaze at you. You feel your blood rush. You're uncertain if it was because he has any ill will to you or maybe it was just out of curiosity.

Either way, you're bound to find out soon enough.

Bonus:

Before puberty.

Aegon: I am so glad I'm not marrying Alys, she's a dragonless twit like you.

Aemond: Leave her alone she's my best friend.

After puberty.

Aegon: FUCK she could've been my wife? Mother why did you reject the proposal?

Aemond: Leave her the fuck alone she's mine.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this. I'm wondering if any of you have caught the seeds to the main conflict. Please leave comments or feedback. Thank you :)

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MIDNIGHT SKY// JAY KELSO X READER

For first chapter click here: Part 1

A/N: I decided to make Cassie their family friend instead of their actual cousin to go along with the story.  But there might be a story twist a bit, but I'm still figuring it out. Nothing too dramatic kr anything, just who her parents r and stuff.

Part 2 of this will be posted either tonight or tomorrow.

I know you have all been waiting for a part two, and I haven't been very active with my stories. But I'm going to get back into writing, I have been watching the last of us recently, and I am going to be writing a story for Joel.

If anyone wants to be tagged in this series lmk!

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    We were back in Forman's basement playing uno. I was swinging my leg that was over my thigh and saw Ozzie place all his cards down.

  "Ozzie, boo that's not how you play. You're only supposed to drop one card." I frowned, confused as to what he was doing.

   He looked at me with a slight glare on his face as I gulped.

  "Excuse me?" I rolled my eyes at the boy and sighed.

    "Cool basement." Gwen said as I sat down in a chair next to the light skinned girl.

   "Yea man, it's dope." I agreed, I adjusted my sunglasses that were starting to fall when I tucked a piece of red hair in.

  "It's a dump." I took a swig of my cola that was resting on the table.

   "Ozzie man, manners." I hissed, but he just rolls his eyes at me.

   "Ozzie and I met last year in detention. Tell her what you did." Gwen said, getting excited. 

   "Chill out bro, you're gonna burn a hole in that chair." She slapped my hand, and I just gasped dramatically at her.

  "You didn't!" She just rolls her eyes at my dramaticness.

   "I told my math teacher his wife was cheating on him. She was making out with some guy at IHOP." I laughed, I would always laugh whenever Ozzie would tell us this story as Leia looked over at me like I'm crazy.

   "That's horrible." Leia said as I took another sip.

   "I know, IHOPE." He scoffed.

   "She could have done it somewhere else. Why iHOP? The lamest date ever, man. You know, maybe the government had something to do with this man. I mean, my old man would tell me some shit about them." I said, as Leia gives me a weird look.

  "What does the government have to do with ihop?" I just shrugged at Leia's question, not knowing the answer to her question.

   "I don't know, man." I laughed.

  The door to the basement opened and revealed my boyfriend, Nikki, and Nate.

   "Babe!" I jumped into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he quickly caught me with a low grunt.

  "Ugh, please don't make out. I think I might gag." I rolled my eyes, but I kissed him anyways.

   "You will not believe what we found." Nate said he looked like a kid in a candy store.

  "You found a keg?" I asked.

    "Bro! You ruined the story, man!" I give him a fake pout as I dropped my feet back to the ground and ignored Nate's wines.

   "You don't get excited like that unless it has something to do with beer. And like I said, if it's a story about how you found a keg, I'd like to hear how you, my dear friend, how you found it." I skipped towards the couch, with Jay's hand in mine as I made him sit first and plant myself on his lap. 

   "Now, tell me. How did you find this tap?" I pat my lap waiting for Nate to start his story.

    "Because if this is just you telling us the story of you eating a McRib again, then I will be disappointed in you." I joked, as Nate looked at me with a scared look on his face.

   "Hey man, I thought it was gone forever!" I rolled my eyes and picked at the chip black nail polish on my nails.

    "Aw, you were scared, babe?" I groaned in annoyance, tilting my head back that was now resting on Jay's shoulder.

   Jay pats my stomach as he laughed at my dramaticness.

   "So awful to see those two." I leaned my face so my face was hiding in his neck away from their view.

   "Can you tell your story now, man?" I asked, but not facing their view as my eyes were closed getting bored.

  "So, we were just chilling in my van. Cassie was supposed to join us, but she ditched Jay for Gwen." I shrugged.

  "Because I'm her favorite." Gwen piped in.

  "Nu-huh, I am." Jay pouted, but I put my fingers through his hair and shook my head.

  "Sorry, babe, but Gwen is my favorite." I give him a kiss on his pouted lips that turned into a smile.

   "But at least you get kisses and other things." I whispered the other part that the others didn't hear.

   "Why don't I get the front seat?" Nikki asked, I looked up at Nate and then back to Jay.

  "Yea, Nate, why doesn't your girlfriend get the front seat?" I pressed.

  "I called shotgun." I scoffed at Jay and quickly got off of his lap.

  "So, if Nate called shotgun in your car, he'd get the front seat?" Jay gulped and looked at Gwen, but she just shrugged and had a smirk on her face. 

  "N-no?" He stuttered, I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that was a lie.

   "He's my best friend Cas." Nate claimed, I ignored him, and I just sat back down in my regular lawn chair.

  "You get no cuddles nor kisses for a week." Jay continued to protest, but I ignored him as Leia looked at me.

   "Wow." Leia said as I looked at her with scrunched eyebrows.

  "How do you do that? That was so brave." I snorted at the blonde girl.

  "Everyone is scared of her." Leia looked at me with a confused look on her face.

  "But you're so nice! How could you be scary?" I heard a noise coming from everyone in the room.

  "Last year, Cassidy freaking froze the football teams' clothes! And she pulled the fire alarm so she could get out of a math test!" I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest, and crossed my leg over my thigh.

  "It's easy, man. You just gotta make sure the cameras can't see you. Also, I have so many fake doctors' notes, man. I think my old man would be proud of me." I joked, as I have a fake smile on my face.

  "I still don't know how you're with a Kelso. Your dad must've flipped, dude." I shrugged my shoulders.

   "Who's you're dad?" Leia asked.

   "Steven Hyde, but I kept my moms last name." Leia went wide-eyed as she looked at me.

   "Your dad is my dad's best friend! Dude, that's so weird!" I sighed. I continued to pick at the black nail polish off of my fingers.

   "Not really.  I don't see him, but he got arrested, and I hadn't seen him in a few years." I said, finishing my sob story.

  "But anyways, you were saying Nate?" I wanted him to finish his story.

   He was telling us how he got a keg from Mama's as I rolled my eyes.

  "How the hell did you get a keg? You two are awful liars! Jay, you're terrible at keeping up with a lie without stuttering." I said, pointing Jay out as he gives me a disbelief look.

   "Bro!" Nate said, offended. But they both started saying bro to each other.

  "I need a new boyfriend." I shook my head and looked to Ozzie, who placed a hand on my thigh.

  "It's okay, you'll learn for next time." I scowled at the boy, and he just gave me a sarcastic smile.

   "They were like this the whole time." I gasped, placing a hand over my heart and quickly rushing towards Nikki and giving her a hug.

   "I'm so sorry for you, babes." I pat her curly hair, but making sure not to ruin her curls.

   "Come on, babe. It's the fourth of July, miracle! With beer!" He exclaimed the last part to Nikki.

    "Then what are we waiting for! Let's tap that keg and get the party going!" Gwen said. I quickly agreed with her. Nate, on the other hand, looked worried.

   "We don't have a tap." I groaned, leaning on Gwen, who was sitting on a chair at the table.

  "You idiot! You got a keg with no tap!" I said, shaking my head at the boy.

   "Would a kiss make it better?" Nikki sarcastically asked me as I scowled at her playfully.

   "Do you have a mouthful of beer?" She shook her head.

  "Then no." I replied.

    "Well. I have something remotely better." Leia said.

I was sitting on Jay's lap, as I was staring at uno cards.  

   "Bro, pick a card." I giggled, looking at Gwen.

  "Bro, c'mon!" I whined. She caved and took a card.

   "I bet you it's a blue card!' I laughed when it was the right card.

  "Dude, that's so fuckin cool bro! How did you know?" I put an invisible key to my lips and zipped my mouth. But I ended up laughing, then I stopped, then I continued to laugh again. 

 

  Our high was over as Nate was now trying to bang the keg opened. I was yawning as I was sitting next to Ozzie as I was staring at Nate.

    "Nate versus beer. You know, I thought I trained you to he better kid. I thought that you'd learned better from me. I was so wrong." I tsk at the boy.

  "Cassie man, would you shut up! You're making me feel bad!" I rolled my eyes as I walked away. I made my way towards Jay, and leaned on his arm.

  "I thought you said no cuddles or kisses for a week?" A grin was plastered on his lips as I grumbled at him.

  "Shut up." He laughed as I got more comfortable on his arm.

   "Wait, why can't we just go back to Mama's and get a tap?" I looked at Leia with a terrified look.

  "Look, man, we all tried. I even let Jay flirt with her!" I said, Gwen shuddered in response.

   "It's true. And Cassie is very possessive of Jay." I nodded my head, agreeing.

   "It's true. But I'm not that bad, am I?" I looked to Nikki, who gives me a half and half shake with her hand.  

  "But you only do it when other girls flirt with him. Which is understandable." I let out a sigh of relief.

   "Even Cas tried. Jay had to swoop in and save the girl before she blew her cover. She almost got caught by the cops again." I nodded my head. A look of fright was on my face.

   "It's true, man. I almost died." Jay throws me into his arms and hugged me as I fakes sobbed.

   "I have failed at lying!" I cried, fake sobs racking my body.

  "It's okay, babe. It's not you. It was her." He assured me as I pulled away from his warm body.

   "Okay."Okay." He pushes some hair out of my face as he gives me a soft kiss on the lips.

  "But you haven't tried yet." Gwen said, pointing to Leia.

  "She's innocent! She's a Forman, man!" Gwen gives me a glare in response as I silenced myself.

  "Then help me, you could show me how to be braver. Or lie better, I mean I was on the debate team. Can't be that hard to lie." I snorted.

  "Debate team?" I asked, in return, a slap on my arm from Jay as I silenced myself.

   "Cas could help you. I mean, she's literally the best at stealing." Jay said as I placed a hand on my heart.

  "Awe babe, that's so sweet." I sneak my hand into his pocket as he continues to stare into my eyes as I stole a piece of gum.

   "See, expert." We all rolled our eyes at the boy.

  "You're just whipped." Gwen said to Jay, who scoffs in response and tried to deny.

  "Deny, all you want, babe, but it's true. You are." I said while blowing a bubble with the mint gum.

  "I want to be you when I grow up." I laughed at Leia, but she was one hundred percent serious.

   "Alright. So, here's the plan." And I knew just from then that Leia Forman will become a woman, and learn that she could be strong without worrying about others.

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