#Writing these brings me almost as much joy as Sky does

[majorproblems77]

Sacred Realm updated which means im actually so excited to be making this omg

Hi there Sacred Realm fans! :D

It is I, the one who makes the analysis posts on various comics on the internet. (With permission course) Because I love doing them and they bring me joy.

If you are unaware of what Sacred Realm is, it's a Legend of Zelda AU about a new Link who gets a little medallion that makes him a badass, also it can hold the spirits of heroes from across the realms (Including my fave boy ever okay)

Before I begin, I'll get the important stuff done, This is done with permission from @zelda-the-sacred-realm, and all art from the comics belongs to the comic artist. Please do me a favour and go and check it out because it's a wonderful comic and extremely well-drawn and written.

Now, grab some popcorn, and a drink and please enjoy me rambling about a comic that I enjoy so much. :D

Lets begin!

First, some sass

Damn, possessed Link got a mouth on him. Low key I love him, he looks like he could go for round two like right now. Wouldn't be surprised if he went for the hero of time next.

My eyebrows shot up at this.

Time KNOW's

let me repeat that

TIME KNOWS. HE KNOWS WHATEVER IS IN THE MEDALLION CAUSING THIS.

(More on this later)

He knows he knows he knows he knows he knows

I can hear the mocking voice of Link while he is saying this. Time has experience with this particular entity before.

Okay, so here is when it gets interesting.

Possessed Link or this entity I suppose, referring to Time and in turn Hylians as 'Your Race' Tells me a couple of things.

This thing in the medallion isn't a Hylian spirit. So as much and as fun as a dark link theory is, I dont think it could be.

Time arguing that we're not perfect, again referring to Hylians sounds very much like an "I'm speaking with a god speech"

I present my theory on what is in the medallion.

An extra spirit, a god of some description, from the spirit realm. Out to get revenge on Hylians.

Time has been to the spirit realm, in his games. (I am under the assumption that those still occur in this canon please do correct me if I'm wrong here.)

I'm convinced that this thing in the medallion is a deity of some kind because of the eye colour. I can't get over it.

This style of blue, with no pupils.

We've seen it before.

On Hylia.

From Chapter 2 fate PT2

And here is the first time we see it on Link for comparison, With Sky's alongside him for comparison for what Hylian eyes look like.

From Chapter 2 Fate PT3

The colour isn't exact so it can't be Hylia herself I dont think, but, i believe that there is a spirit trying to escape the sacred realm and is using Link to do it.

Okay, enough of my conspiracy theories moving on!

Link you gotta wake up!

Sky thinks so, I love the coloured speech bubble, what a good idea.

OH BOY I LOVE THESE PANELS

You know those scenes in video games when you're fighting off something that's trying to possess you and you have that ominous-sounding echo that seems to reverberate through your head. But is also muffled at the same time?

(If I find a game example I'll link it)

This. Put that noise you think off over this.

KICK ITS BUTT LINK GET IT, GET BACK IN HERE.

These five panels tell so much when it comes to how much effort Link has to go through to fight off the medallion possession. I wonder if its going to be easier or harder for him to fight it off as he gains spirits in the medallion.

You can really feel his struggle and I just love it. The visual storytelling is incredible in this comic and I will fan girl about it all day because I just love it so much

I'm thinking he says this to gauge just how bad this possession is. time seems like the guy who would, especially as he already seems to know what this is.

I wonder if he really is the hero of realms?

Yes, Time. Yes, he is.

The face he dosent remember any time he's possessed by the medallion is a little worrying.

Makes me think that could be used later.

Like, Link dosent remember fighting this ice comet now. What if he fights an enemy while possessed, breaks the possession then has to relearn how to defeat it because as possessed link he's not gained any information.

Man Link is a cinnamon roll sometimes and I love him dearly okay.

Alrighty, thats me finished with my rambling. Thank you so much for sticking with me through this! And thanks again to @zelda-the-sacred-realm for the permission to do these i really appreciate it.

Please please go and check out the rest of the comic if you haven't it's amazing :D

Thats me finished for this chapter, so I'll be headed out!

Hope you have a wonderful day! :D

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[thewolvesof1998]

✨ 2023 writing round-up ✨

Edit: must have accidentally copied someone else’s intro without realising 😂

I’ve posted 57,184 words to ao3 this year (I also started in June) I have almost the same number of words in my wips 😭 This year has been crazy and this fandom has provided me so much joy, not just writing but getting to know all my wonderful mutuals <3 The 911 brainrot is strong and I can’t wait to see what 2024 brings!

I posted the more words to Ao3 this year than I have in any other previous year, which is wild since I only really started writing again in June. It's wild the choke hold that Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley have on me. Here's my writing round-up for 2023 :)

June

I posted my first fic on June 20 and in nine days I had posted 6 fics 😂

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown 

Teen | 826w

Rage, like a broken window to an oxygen-deprived room that’s already in flames, explodes within him and almost takes him out. He resists the urge to slam the phone’s receiver into the wall until it's just fragments of plastic that dig into the palm of his hand, drawing blood. He breathes through his nose and then out of his mouth and repeats that until he gets himself under control. or Eddie's in Jail and he almost calls Buck.

You with the dark curls, you with the watercolour eyes

Mature | 1.6k

Blue eyes meet his, washed out in the morning light, he's like the watercolour paintings they had seen in the museum with Chris last week, soft and fuzzy around the edges, with just a hint of bright colours. Blue like the sky, splashes of pink at his eyebrow and lips. Those lips, that still looked bruised from last night. Or The morning after Buck and Eddie finally get together.

asking all these questions, just to be polite, while dying inside

Teen | 1.2K

But Eddie looks good, like really good, like how is anyone allowed to look that good in jeans and a green henley? His hair is all fluffy which means he hasn't put any product in it, he wonders if it still smells like the green apple conditioner that Eddie and Chris liked to use. There's a new wrinkle at the corners of his eyes like he's been smiling a lot these last few years and it shouldn't hurt this much to know that Eddie's been happy without him but it does. or Buck dreams of what it would be like to lose Eddie as a friend and run into him five years down the line and having to ask all of these stupid questions just to be polite while dying inside.

Tapping Morse Code into your heart 

Explicit | 2.8k

Buck can’t keep still. It was a known fact that some part of Buck’s body will be in constant motion, and when it wasn’t? You should be concerned. A bouncing knee, an elastic band wound around his fingers, head bopping, fingers tapping Morse code he had learned on a whim after Eddie told him that he knew it. So Buck can’t stay still even if his life depended on it. Or in this case an orgasm. And Eddie-well Eddie is annoyed. or Buck and Eddie use Morse Code to communicate when words can't be said.

I want you to be selfish with me 

Mature | 4.6k

When Eddie gets the call is 12.24 am. He’s lying awake in bed, trying to avoid spiralling but failing when his phone lights up, vibrating and blaring out the stupid song Buck had changed his ringtone to. “So you know it's me calling.” Eddie didn’t say that he always knew it was Buck calling even without the ringtone. Buck’s the only one that calls him this late at night, it's also the only time Buck calls since he prefers to text during the normal hours of the day. Eddie sighs, dragging a hand over his face, looks like trying and failing to fall asleep is going to have to wait. His other hand reaches for his phone, answering. “Buck,” He says, he can hear a lot of background noise, voices and music, so it’s not an ‘I woke up from a nightmare and I needed to make sure you're still alive’ call. “Eddie,” Buck slurs, drunk, “Eds, Eds, did I wake you?” or Buck called Eddie while drunk and Eddie ends up using some of his military training to save him.

You bring me comfort

Teen | 4.1k

Frank asks him “When was the last time you were hugged?” He’d hugged Chris that morning. “No, I mean the last time you were held” He didn’t really understand the difference, he regularly hugs Christopher, Tia Pepa, Abuela, and even a few quick hugs with Buck which never seem like enough. “Not you holding someone else, comforting someone else, just purely someone holding you because you need it” Eddie thinks back to the hospital, thinks back to seeing Shannon’s body on the gurney, the way Bobby’s arms had gone around him and held him up. “When Shannon died, Bobby, my Captain, he-he hugged me” It had been so long ago, years and before that? He couldn’t remember. Frank doesn’t exactly give him homework called “get hugged” but he suggests that Eddie should ask for want he wants next time he needs comfort instead of putting on the sweater. or Eddie is touched starved and just needs a hug instead, instead he has his sweater.

July

I Can See You 

Teen | 3.1k

Eddie gets out of his truck and watches as Buck sings along to whatever song is playing in his car. It’s captivating but Eddie thinks many things about Buck are. He’s unashamed as he belts, singing into his phone like it’s a microphone. Buck looks up and makes eye contact with Eddie, who can feel his lips stretched in a smile. Buck smiles back, continuing his impromptu show, now singing to Eddie even though he can’t hear it from across the parking lot. Eddie watches for a minute or so before walking over to Buck’s jeep, drawn to him like he has his own gravitational pull, stronger than the earth's as if Buck is the only reason Eddie hasn’t gone floating off into space yet. As he gets closer he can hear the muffled music, he can see the blue of Buck’s eyes as they gleam from joy. Eddie can barely make out the words: I see you, I see you, baby, Oh, baby OR Buck’s a Swiftie and he makes Eddie listen to Speak Now (TV) and accidentally confesses his love because of the song I Can See You

Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em 

Explicit | 17k | 2/3

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks as Eddie slides up to the bar. “Whiskey, neat, thanks” “Make that two” A voice says from beside him, Eddie turns and takes in a black leather protection vest that’s undone over a bright blue button-down shirt. He drags his eyes up, over pale skin, an adam apple and stubble to blue eyes a shade or two lighter than his shirt. His white cowboy hat is back on, it makes the pink mark on his eyebrow stand out. There's a small smirk on his lips that Eddie does not linger on. “Evan Buckley,” He says, holding out his hand. Eddie clears his throat, “Eddie Diaz” He says shaking the offered hand, noticing the callous and firm grip before pulling back. OR What if Eddie had never left El Paso? What if Buck became a bull rider after being a ranch hand? After Eddie gets back from Afghanistan and Shannon divorces him some of his high school buddies decided to drag him to the rodeo to cheer him up. I don’t think they had in mind Eddie getting blown by a rodeo star behind the stable but it sure did improve his mood. Now Eddie can’t get Buck out of his mind and he might just become a rodeo regular.

Under the Guise of Violence

Explicit | 3k

Buck was kneeling. Not in the way Eddie had too frequently fantasised about, though from the lascivious smile on his face, maybe in a way Buck had fantasised about. There’s a cut above his right eyebrow, it’s a reflection of his pink birthmark, his nose is broken and blood-half dried-is trailing down to those plump pink lips. Eddie has to force himself to drag his eyes away. His hand tightens on the pummel of his sword, careful of its sharp edge that rests against the fragile skin of Buck’s neck. He doesn’t know how they got here. OR Eddie can't touch Buck unless it's to hurt him, after a sparring match Buck confronts him and it leads them back to Eddie's bedroom.

August, September and October I didn't post any fic- I was moving country and could not finish a fic to save my life 😂

November

nicknames, supernova similes and the family we make 

Teen | 800w

“Bobby, I’d like you to meet, Robin Buckley-Diaz,” Buck looks at the small bundle in his arms, bright blues staring right back up at him, “This is your Grandpops.” Bobby clears his throat, “Grandpops?” Buck looks up at the man who’s been more of a dad to him than his own blood, who had been by his bedside at every hospital visit and helped him grow up into the man he is today, “If that’s okay with you?” OR Bobby and Athena meet Buck and Eddie's new baby girl.

let me cradle your body (be a safe place to rest)

General | 1.9k

“Seat theif,” Buck pouts, “Where am I supposed to sit?” He asks and look, if he purposely makes his eyes all big and puts a little whine in his voice in a deadly combination that usually has Eddie folding to his whims that it’s between him and the universe okay? “Here,” Eddie says, patting his thigh and it shortcircuits Buck’s brain for longer than it probably should’ve. Eddie doesn’t actually mean that, he’s just messing with Buck right? Because as much as they’ve been accused of practically sitting on each other, they’ve never actually sat in each other’s laps. Buck opens and closes his mouth a few times before deciding that if Eddie is pulling his chain then he’s going to regret it and if it’s being earnest then it probably is comfier than the floor and better than being squeezed into a too-tight spot. “Okay,” Buck says, Eddie offers him a smile and his hand, as if daring him to do it. Buck takes the offered hand and Eddie pulls Buck onto his lap. OR What starts out as a normal 118 gathering ends with Buck sitting on Eddie's lap.

December

even when the heat breaks I’m still yours

Explicit | 6.1k

Eddie has many regrets in his life, lying on the floor of the cabin in the middle of a heat wave with his six foot two best friend pressing into his side while they were both trying to stay cool under the pitiful breeze of the ancient ceiling fan had the possibility to be high on that list. He turns his head to be confronted with a tattooed and freckle-covered shoulder, he can’t remember when they decided to strip down to their boxers -he might have suggested it after Buck’s third shirt had been soaked with sweat and had been clinging to his muscles in a dangerously distracting way- but at the time it had seemed like a good idea, he wasn’t sure about that now considering this was the third time in the last hour that he’s found himself turning to stare at the miles of bare skin. OR Buck and Eddie get stuck in a cabin during a heatwave, they finally take the next step and fuck nasty on the floor.

We might end up real close

Explicit | 2.2k

“Said you wanted us to bond. We might end up real close.” When Buck said those words to Bobby just merely few hours ago, it had been a joke about how if the bomb went off they would be reduced to blood, shards of bone and flesh, mixed so together that you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart without DNA testing. He hadn’t meant it in the way that it was now true with Eddie balls deep in him as he fucks Buck against the tile wall of the firehouse showers, both of them still fully dressed, uniform pants undone and pulled only down to mid-thigh in their haste. Though he thinks maybe Bobby wouldn’t be too surprised by this development given Buck’s recent past. OR the 2x01 Rewrite where Buck and Eddie fuck after removing the bomb.

They don’t know (your name is already mine) 

General | 7.6k | 3/4

“Sir, can you tell me your name?” Buck opens his mouth, his tongue feels like lead, “E-ed-” “Ed? Is your name Ed?” Buck shakes his head and winces when he sends a spike of pain through his head. Hands pull at his shirt and he feels the cold metal of scissors as they cut his brand new shirt. He’s supposed to be wearing that to tomorrow's Christmas Eve dinner. Eddie had said the colour makes his eyes pop. “He’s wearing dog tags…Eddie Diaz,” Buck moans, blackness at the edges of his vision seeps in, he tries to blink it away, no, they need to call Eddie, “It’s okay Eddie, we’ve got you,” is the last thing he hears before the darkness takes over. OR Buck gets in a car accident on Christmas Eve Eve and the only ID he has on him is Eddie's dog tags. A case of mistaken Identity, a trip to the hospital and a Christmas Surprise.

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[mayuichi]

“Come on, I'm sure that day isn't lost yet!„

Dehya x Reader. No warning!

note: im sick when i write this, feeling like someone is pressing my ribcage and it makes it painful and hard to breath so, pls apologise if this fic isnt as good as i wish it was..

Official art by Hoyoverse!

It was your first Christmas together, and her first true vacation too. She has been a few times in the city and the forest, but never stayed for too long there beside for work. Yet to make you happy, she accepted to spend her vacation at your house. It's nice to always have her around the place.

Winter is slowly taking its place, the weather getting colder day by day. Every time you two would take a stroll around, you'd have to force Dehya to put a coat on. Poor girl is too used to the heat of the desert now, isn't she?

Holding hands in the grand bazaar, you look around to see if there wouldn't be anything interesting. However, there isn't. Sighing in defeat, you feel your girlfriend squeezing your hand tighter. “Come on, I'm sure that day isn't lost yet! Why don't we go around the forest? I'm sure the scenery will make it worth it.„

You can't hold in the tiny smile she made you have. Leading the way, she pulls you with her to the city's exit. That sort of runaway snatches you a laugh. How could it not? Just being with Dehya bring you so much joy.

She makes you laugh, smile, cry, upset, worried, anything! You just love her so much. And so does she. She turns around to face you, a bright smile adorning her face. “So, any plan for tonight?„ you shake your head.

Coming to a stop, even probably lost in that dense forest, you look at one another. There's no plan, no reason to make one. It's just all sudden, like it can only be. So she takes back your hand, holding it tight and bringing you closer to her.

Without uttering a word, you two walk in the forest, listening to the soft wind. Almost if not any animal are here. It's too cold for them to stay around.

Feeling something cold fall on your nose, you stop in your track, glancing up to the sky. It's cloudy. And even...

“...Snow?„ Dehya whispers beside you. Your gaze averts on her, only to see her eyes... Sparkling. “Dehya?„ you breath out way too silently for her to hear you.

She reaches out her gloved hands, feeling the cold snowflakes on her palms. A childish grin appeared on her face. “Dehya? What's going on?„

You're confused. So confused. Why is she so amazed by mere snow? Could it be... “Is it the first time you see snow?„ you step closer, gently resting your hand on her forearm.

She doesn't even look at you, she just nods. She has been so used to the desert she hasn't even see snowfall? Or perhaps she did, when she was very young.

Sensing her joy, you just can't help it. The popular mercenary she is, always seeming so serious... You wrap your arms around her, resting your head on her side. She sighs softly, one of her arm sliding to wrap around your shoulders.

“... And what's the best of it is... You're with me right now. On the first snowfall of the year, and the first snow I truly see and touch.„ she loves you, oh so much. She is not one to hide her feelings when you're together. She doesn't show you off either, she'd rather hide that relationship.

Not because of shame, but out of fear. What would she do if they target you just because you're dating her? She'd hate herself for not protecting you. She needs to let you be safe. She'd do anything in her power to assure you a beautiful life, she couldn't let herself be the reason for it to be a nightmare.

Your heart fills with warmth, but your skin... “By the way, honey. We should get home. Your skin is so cold, you might freeze.„ she pushes you a little, just so you'd get her message. It's true, it's cold there.

So you reach your house and lock yourself in. Cuddling under the blankets, you both read a book. In fact, the book interests neither of you, all it matters is that you're together.

And by the time night arrives, there's already so much snow. So much that... She just has to. She leaves your side, making you confused and babblering a mess, especially when you see her put her coat on.

You follow her quick, but when she opens the door and go out... She just takes a handful of snow. You blink once, twice, thrice. What is she fucking doing..? She glances at you, at your tilted head, only to smirk and throws the snow at your face.

You gasp and step back. But it's fast when you pull on your coat and shoes to run to her and push her in the snow with you. Bursting in laughter, she gets up and helps you. She then gestures to you to come, “Baby, do you think we could build a snowman?„

You chuckle quietly, taking handful of snow to form a ball in your hands. “Of course we can.„ next thing you know is that it's already been half an hour and you're in the snow finishing your snowman.

Dehya has decided it belonged right next to your home, as a somehow decor. Finally finished, you take a look at the snowman... Only to feel yourself pulled up in the air, scooped by Dehya's strong arms.

“Come on, let's get back inside. I'll make you a hot chocolate and we'll sleep. We can do much more snowman in the daylight tomorrow!„

She makes you sit in the couch, locking the door and making the both of you a hot chocolate. Now only gossiping about what was currently happening around the town and the Akademiya.

It's an hour after that you start yawning, and get changed to be tucked in bed. Dehya is definitely wanting to take the best care of you. She cuddles with you, watching you falling asleep. The whole time you were awake, she was stroking your hair and talking in the softest voice she could.

“That day... hasn't been lost for sure... I love you, sweet thing.„

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[mathiwrites]

I'm 2/2 for writing both prompts during @tamlinweek woo! Let's see if I can keep it up. Please enjoy Day 2, Prompt 2 - Poet.

I have so much muse for the side characters that appeared in Wildflowers, but also baby Tamlin so please enjoy both of those things!

Pardon my basic poetry, idk how to do that so it is what it is

Read Poet on AO3 or below the cut!

Two comets race against the sky, defying the sun and bringing about the Day.

Tamlin had been up for a while now, jumping on his older brother’s bed, trying to get him up for another day of magic. Iolin said no one could know about what he can do, so that means Iolin is the only one he can show his latest tricks too. He can sprout a whole tail, and not just a wiggly little nub to go with his wiry whiskers.

Not today, his brother had said. We have guests.

Guests means that Tamlin has to be quiet and stay out of the way. Guests means important business for his father and his brothers, and his mother will be presenting the Spring Court’s very best food, wine and hospitality. All of this leaves Tamlin alone, sitting at his window and watching eagerly to see who’s coming.

Now, he knows without a doubt that it’s High Lord Apollo and is son, Lord Helion. The latter of the two is, unfortunately, too old to entertain Tamlin. He has reached the age of being both very admirable and very boring, preferring to talk with his shiny, bright words, instead of playing in the Garden.

Tamlin sighs.

His cheek smooshes into his palm as he stares out towards the greens of his home’s vast forests. He could go explore, but he feels like having company. Why should everyone else have company and not him!

Movement in the gardens catches his eyes, and Tamlin perks right up. He knows that face! Immediately, he clambors out the window, clinging to familiar old vines who spare him the risk of getting hurt by slithering around his waist and guiding him to the ground.

“Thank you,” he beams, as part of their ritual, before racing over to his guest.

Oh, wait. Oh, no, I forgot. Tamlin turns right around and starts climbing back into his room. He forgot his intruments. He’s been practicing, and he has to show the one who taught him. It’s important. The most important.

This time, with his hands full, he simply asks very politely for a ride down to the ground. The vines are happy to oblige, stroking the softness of his cheek with their leaves to show their care. He giggles his thanks, tickled by the affection, and now, he can race his way to his friend.

“Hiiiiiiiii,” Tamlin breathes, a little too excited. His bright emerald gaze has gone bug-eyed, as if he’s never seen this man before. He has, he’s just surprised to see him here. Today. Again?

“Little one!” The human’s laughter is a rhythm on the wind, and his grin is a bright reflection of the sun on golden features. It never ceases to amaze Tamlin how handsome a mere human can be; he almost looks like a High Fae.

“Catch me!” The little Faerie screeches, dropping his instruments and leaping into the air.

Hyacinthus sets down the quill and paper he had been working on to hold out his arm, flexing the strong bicep for Tamlin to latch onto and swing much like he would on a tree. The sound that escapes Tamlin is pure, unfiltered joy.

The two of them have only met once before, and Tamlin’s reaction to him had been hostile. Humans exist to serve, his father had always told him to treat them like the cattle they are. Hyacinthus and Doe have taught him differently. Humans are just like Faeries; they can be smart, innovative, creative, handsome and strong! Even if the Commander of the Day Court is human, he seems to be on the same page as Tamlin.

Great minds think alike.

“Have you been practicing, little one?”

Oh! Oh! Tamlin was ready for this question. He releases Hyacinthus’ arm and drops to the ground with graceful ease, and patters to pick up his instruments to show the man. “I did! I’m gonna show you. Also, also,” he says everything in a single, excited breath. “I learned a new instrument. I’m gonna teach you too, okay?”

“Okay,” Hyacinthus hums, entirely too amused. In all honesty, he wasn’t expecting much of a greeting from the Spring Court, being human and all, and yet, here he is on the recieving end of the best reception he can think of.

Tamlin starts with the lyre, performing with his whole heart. He still looks at his fingers, making sure they strum the correct strings, but he keeps glancing at his once-teacher for approval. It comes in the form of closed eyes, and a gentle sway that takes hold of the human as he moves with the rhythm.

The Spring son can’t help but wonder—what is the Day Court like? Do they dance? Hyacinthus looks like he wants to, but that’s silly. Dancing is only for special events, isn’t it?

When he finishes, he picks up the lute and practically shoves the instrument in Hyacinthus’ face. “Look, it’s the same, but different.” Just like humans and Faeries. The lyre had been delicate and soft, but the lute is sharper.

This time, Tamlin plays a song that’s several ticks more upbeat, and he climbs upon the stone slab Hyacinthus sits on, strumming wildly like he’s playing for a whole crowd. His face twists in sheer concentration, bobbing his head like a wildcat, and putting on a proper show.

“Whoa,” the human breathes when Tamlin is done, genuinely impressed. “You better teach me that.”

Slow clapping interrupts their private moment, and Tamlin’s pale brows furrow in mild irritation.

“When do I get a turn,” asks the Lord of the Day Court. Helion’s grin is too charming, and his voice is a song in itself. When his friend Lucien had acted princely, Tamlin had admired it, but he doesn’t trust older Faeries who are not-yet High Lords. They’re dangerous and mean, like Lucien’s brothers.

Tamlin squints at him. “Uh, depends,” he huffs, thinking of a challenge that will deter this uninvited guest. He doesn’t really want to share with a stranger.

“We are celebrating arts, are we not?” Helion’s gold gaze drifts towards Hyacinthus’ parchment, and it gives him the perfect idea. “What if I were to earn my membership to this little club with some poetry?”

It wouldn’t be fair to decide on his own, so Tamlin looks to Hyacinthus who nods his approval. “Fine,” Tamlin agrees.

The Lord paces the garden, marinating in his thoughts and his words.

I am the son of the Sun,

A fleeting creature always on the run, In search of an identity that will always elude me. I am the son of mothers three, A warrior, a princess and a woman born by the sea. My father in the sky will never die, But my father before me, The commander of my heart, Oh, I don’t know where to start.

Helion makes a sweeping motion with his hand, signaling that his poem is complete. He waits expectantly for judgement.

Tamlin is no expert in poerty, so he squiggles closer to his friend, looking up to catch the way Hyacinthus rolls his eyes. Tamlin rolls his eyes, too, but he doesn’t know why.

“Really, Hel? If you think to appeal to me, you are sorely mistaken. Tamlin is the one in charge of this talent show.” Hyacinthus places his hand on Tamlin’s shoulder, supportive.

The little faeling looks between them, the seeds blossoming in his mind. The father before me, the commander of my heart. He tips his head, questioning. That makes no sense? Tamlin looks back at Hyancinthus, furrowing his brow in thoughtful confusion.

“You’re not his father. You’re human.”

“Oh, but he is,” Helion corrects. “In every way that matters. Just like my mothers who did not birth me.”

Tamlin is aware that High Lord Apollo has many wives, and a husband, but the dots are simply not connecting for him.

The two members of the Day Court laugh, and they decide to have mercy on Tamlin by shifting the subject to the real question at hand.

“So, what did you think, tiny blossom? Have I earned a right to join you?”

Hmmm. It takes Tamlin several beats before coming to his conclusion. “Yes, but you have to teach me how to make magic with words, too.”

#tamlin week #baby tamlin #tamlin #pro tamlin #helion spell cleaver #helion acotar #spring court #my fics

[cactusnymph]

Will you write more Astarion/Karlach/Wyll for the Touches Ask Game? What about #42 for hand-holding ("dragging the other with them, holding their hand")?

"I'm going to fucking melt", Karlach groans, desperately trying to fan herself with one of Astarion's books but the relief it brings is minimal. Gods, she needs some ice cold ale or maybe she needs Astarion to lie on top of her like a living cooling pad.

She doubts that he would indulge her.

"One might think that you'd be less affected by heat than the rest of us", Wyll muses. His beautiful dark skin is gleaming with sweat and Karlach tries very hard not to let her mind wander too much because. That is not on the table at the moment.

"I know right? Fuck Zariel for giving me this stupid engine and it doesn't even make me immune to fucking heat", she says and protests when Astarion pulls the book out of her hand.

"That's expensive, darling", he says, entirely unimpressed by her suffering.

"I'm priceless", she sniffs and Wyll laughs while Astarion raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow at her. There is a twitch in the corner of his mouth though that suggests that he's almost smiling. Karlach loves following the laughter lines on his face when he thinks she's not looking. Or well. Even when he knows she's looking, really.

"Maybe we should just go and take a swim", Wyll suggests and Karlach wants to kiss him.

"Holy fuck, you're a genius", she breathes and goes to hug him. Fuck, they're both so sweaty.

"Oh good. Does that mean I'll get some reading time now?", Astarion asks but Karlach will hear nothing of it.

"No, you're coming with", she proclaims and Astarion blinks at her.

"Uh—", he starts but Karlach is already on the move, grabbing his slender hand with hers and then Wyll with her other hand as she pulls the both of them towards the lake near their camp. How in the nine hells didn't she think of this sooner?

"Skinny dipping", she shouts full of joy and excitement, entirely ignoring Astarion's complains and Wyll's gentle protests about getting naked. It's not like she'll force anyone to undress but fuck, she is going to be so fucking naked. The sun can suck her dick.

When they reach the lake Karlach lets go of her boys' hands and rips off her pants first, then her bra and finally her underwear before turning around to face Wyll and Astarion. Wyll's eyes are very wide and fixed on her face with a look that makes Karlach chuckle.

Fuck, he's so endearing when he's trying to be a perfect gentleman.

Astarion meanwhile has no qualms about looking at her but he still looks as if he's ready to murder her.

"Come on, it'll be fun!", she promises.

"It most certainly will not be", Astarion sniffs. "I'm a vampire, in case you forgot. I can't swim."

Karlach blinks and turns her head to look up at the sun high at the sky before lowering her gaze again only to catch Wyll staring at her tits which makes her feel a rush of delight and excitement. She points up at the scorching summer sun in the sky.

"You sure that swimming is off the table, Fangs? It's pretty sunny and you're totally fine", she says. Astarion huffs.

"Maybe I don't want to tempt fate too much", he says with a dismissive gesture but his eyes wander over Karlach's body as if her being naked is more tempting to him than he lets on.

"Pretty please?", she says and does her best of a puppy eye expression. Maybe this doesn't work as well while she has her tits and dick out, but Wyll at least seems to want to indulge. Karlach tries very hard not to stare when his muscular torso is exposed, revealing the two horizontal scars on his chest and that pretty trail of hair leading into his pants that she keeps staring at while he's wearing his camp clothes.

She can be normal. She can be totally chill about this. And she has to jump into the cold water immediately before her dick gets too excited.

"Last one in the water loses!", she shouts and turns around to run into the water before taking a dive headfirst. Cool silence meets her underneath the surface and man. Yet another awesome thing on this wonderful world. In Avernus she would never have been able to take a swim in a cool lake on a summer day.

When she breaks through the surface she throws her head back and beams, looking to see if Wyll has already followed her. And indeed, his head is floating close by, a soft smile on his face while he watches her.

"That was a pretty great idea", he says and looks pleased with himself. Karlach laughs and splashes him with water before turning her head to look for Astarion who is still standing on the shore of the lake, looking down at his nails as if nothing concerns him.

Patience, Karlach. Patience.

Fuck, she's so bad at patience.

To distract herself from the desperate need to throw Astarion over her shoulder and drag him into the lake she reaches for Wyll, discovering that he is indeed entirely naked.

More patience. Alright. No big deal.

At least she can kiss him so she does, pulling Wyll close while her toes dig into the soft sand on the bottom of the lake. Wyll sighs against her lips and Karlach wishes someone would give her a gold star for not getting a boner right now. She hugs him tight, feeling his naked legs wrap around her waist.

Yup. She can be normal. She can be totally not horny about this.

"Well now you're just both being terribly rude", Astarion complains and Karlach pulls back to look at him over Wyll's shoulder.

"Come in, Fangs", she urges. Astarion huffs.

"I value my life and have no interest in wasting it on a glorified bath that doesn't even have bubbles in it", Astarion says but Karlach is pretty good at reading him by now and she gets that he's scared.

"Be right back", she says to Wyll and kisses him again before detaching from him and walking back onto the shore and towards Astarion who eyes her suspiciously. He doesn't protest when Karlach pulls his white shirt over his head and he allows her to open his pants. She revels in the flush on his cheeks and his stubborn crossing of arms in front of his naked, white chest.

He's much more slender than Wyll and way less hairy and gods, so, so fucking pale in the bright sunlight. Karlach finds him so beautiful she would love nothing more than to fuck him right here by the lake.

But.

Not now.

Now she takes his hand and pulls him towards the water slowly, watches as he stares down at his feet as they touch the surface for the first time. His breath hitches and he blinks before taking another step. He's up to his ankles now.

"See?", she says softly and smiles at him. "I got you."

Astarion glares at her but there's no heat behind it. Wyll joins them and takes his other hand.

"If you let me drown I'll come back to haunt you forever", Astarion warns as he wades in deeper while holding onto both of their hands like a lifeline.

"You're too hot to let you drown", Karlach jokes to give him an opportunity to deflect his fear with flirting and snark like he usually does.

"So true, darling. I'd be a waste of a perfectly handsome vampire", Astarion answers. When he's up to his waist he stops, looking out over the surface as if he's deep in thought and overwhelmed by all the things he can do now that the tadpole has freed him from his former master. Karlach can relate.

"You are so brave", Wyll says softly and presses a kiss to Astarion's temple for which he's immediately splashed with water again. Karlach laughs and allows herself to float on the cool water surface, never letting go of Astarion's hand.

feel free to send me more of these <3

#wyllachstarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fic #mi writes #karlach cliffgate #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #anon i am sending you a hundred cupcakes for allowing me to dive deeper into the ot3 sauce :'D

[dasher85]

vanilla

featuring our Inexpressible duo

Kamisato Ayato x reader | y/n | you

A  short story 1.6K

Inspired by Vanilla Twilight - Owl City

[ Everyone thought he was trying to solve a difficult issue when he’s actually was just thinking about you ]

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[ First week ]

The night sky was decorated with shining stars. Soft night breeze quietly blew past the curtains as it reached the person who sat opposite the opened window.

The person has been staring out towards the northern sky ever since his work has long been done for today. As tired as he was, he was feeling sleepless.

One particular bright star has caught his attention away from the letter that he wasn't able to finish since yesterday. He wondered if it was necessary to send the letter knowing that it hasn't even been a week.

'I wish you were here' and yet he couldn't help but write those words.

[ Second week ]

He purposefully opened the window while he did his reports just to see the colors change. The sun slowly sets until the skies become a hue of blue before completely becoming dark. By that time only then he managed to compile all the reports into an envelope. He finally could clear his table and kept the books in a neat stack.

"I'll visit her-" His joyful voice quiets down when he remembers that he wasn't able to even if he wanted to do so. Ayato unconsciously glanced at his own hands and felt even more gloomier.

[ Third week ]

Ayato has just returned to the estate after two days worth of hard work and sleepless nights. Instead of having a proper rest, he quietly sat by the front porch all alone. He poured a cup of warm green tea but didn't actually feel any better even though he finally could take a break from his endless schedule. 

Only when his thoughts were thinking about you, a small smile slowly appeared on his lips. Perhaps even the thought of you was enough to take him away from all the stressful days.

[ Fourth week ]

The Commissioner wasn't necessarily needed to be at Ritou with his retainers when it comes to just decorating the streets for the upcoming events but he would be casually checking in their work progress almost everyday. It was rather unusual even for them but nothing could be said when it's literally the Commissioner. Who could complain against him? 

Needless to say, he would be seated at one of the benches as he wrote down quick drafts for his reports.

"Good day, Ayato. I'll head home…"

His violet eyes lit up even before he looked away from the papers. Feeling a little surprised but slowly his gaze softens.

"...now. Remember to get proper rest later when you're off work."

He stood up, took hold of the bag you were holding before intertwining his hand with yours. The arc on his lips stays permanent as an immense feeling of joy erupted inside his heart. As if the grey clouds that endlessly rains on him have now vanished becoming rainbows and sunshine. 

"I was just waiting for your return Y/n." 

His voice was soft like the morning breeze as he called your name. His loving gaze conveying all of his emotions, effortlessly reaching your unprepared heart. 

"... this is so embarrassing"

Ayato let out a chuckle, secretly loving your every little reaction. He wasn't trying to tease you in any way nor does he plan to put you under emotional pressure, however it does bring him the pleasure to see how these little gestures affected your ever so calm emotions. 

"On the contrary, I feel so at ease"

His violet eyes search yours as he brings his face closer. It was as if he hadn't met you in a long while. Listening to your little sigh as you try to escape away from him actually entertains his heart so much that he couldn't help but want you even more.

"Oh please… are you not letting me head home now?"

He never told you how much he admired the way you always understood his busy schedule, you never complained and always accepted the nature of it all. However there are times when he's not busy and yet you still expect him to be on schedule. At times you prefer to spend your time all by yourself even after he explained that he finally has the time to spend with you.

"Would you mind accepting a guest?"

But it's too late now, he couldn't possibly dislike you for just being yourself because he knew you'd still welcome him all the same.

"... you better be glad for being the Commissioner otherwise I'll lock the doors"

Of course talking with a noble lady has its ups and downs for sure and yet he couldn't complain about either. He wondered sometimes how you can be exceptionally polite to everyone but especially harsh with him?

"I couldn't feel any better to be the Commissioner. I might as well request for a piece of cookie"

After the both of you arrived at your residence, without actually asking he was given a bowl of warm meal. That's just another reason why he's smitten all over you. The way he could feel the warmth and efforts granted by you was nothing but loveable.

He knew you were tired after returning from the long journey from another nation and yet he's here seemingly troubling you with such trivial matters. Ayato does feel bad whenever this happens, although he appreciates your every effort he still didn't want to trouble you.

"Y/n… go get some rest. I'll take care of cleaning the dishes"

"I'll handle it"

"Please let me…"

"Fine, alright"

Only if he insisted will you finally let him. Nonetheless he finds it adorable that you'd be unwilling to trouble him with anything either.

After clearing the kitchen spotless, he finally made his way towards your bedroom. He didn't forget to give three light knocks and only slide the door open after hearing your voice.

"You're not going back to the estate yet?" 

"I'll wait until you're fully rest"

"Can't I return to the estate tomorrow?"

"I don't want to be alone sleeping at the main room"

Yes, he didn't complain much and gave you much freedom but when it comes to this matter Ayato still wants to remind you that he needs you to accompany him and be there at the estate.

"...but you're usually busy. It's always me who ends up sleeping in the main room alone. I'd rather sleep in this room because it's cosy" 

He worriedly frowns, only to acknowledge your real thoughts behind it all. This was the first time he ever listened to you mentioning how his busy schedule affects you in such a way.

"You never told me about that"

He gloomily spoke as he approached your side.

"Well, it's not like it's a big issue. I've got my own work to do and I'm busy too sometimes. Perhaps I'm still not used to main room either so I don't-"

"I'm sorry…"

He knew you were always considerate to the point of letting little hurtful things slide off so easily. The way he expects you to accompany him when he himself couldn't properly be there was just asking too much.

"It's alright. I'm not upset at all."

Seeing the genuine smile formed on your lips only made him disappointed in himself even more. He should've made you feel more at home when you're at the estate. 

"Besides, I don't really like to be reminded in my mind that there are a lot of people at one place. You know… the servants, the workers, and everyone. I need a place where it's just me alone. But just like right now, having only you to accompany me feels quite comfortable"

He helplessly sighed with a smile. It seems he shouldn't be worried about anything after all. He should've known… his lover isn't someone whom he ever expected to be.

"I'll make sure to return home as well."

He whispered before lying next to you. He truly misses this feeling whenever he gets to stay close with you, seeing your face up close and capturing your ethereal beauty within his view.  Ayato gently took hold of your hand before placing your palm on one side of his cheeks.

He loves it whenever you quietly let him inched ever so closer towards you. As if the distance between him and you weren't already close enough.

"How am I supposed to rest if you're this close?"

There. Right about now, he knew you couldn't handle the level of intimacy anymore. But if he were to add just a little bit more… just with the right amount, he's sure he won't be in trouble.

Not too much though otherwise he'll get the silent treatment for a whole week. Not that he ever crossed the boundary but he can pretty much guess such outcome. 

"Should I give you a kiss or a quick kiss?" 

He's the current head of Yashiro commission after all… how else could he be in that position if not for his overly shrewd self. Ayato would occasionally do just the same even towards you just so he could get these types of requests.

"There's no option in that."

He let out a chuckle secretly already predicting your next move. If he guessed it right, he'll get exactly what he wants but if not well… all he can do is pester you all day.

"We can demonstrate the difference-"

The words haven't been fully said by him and he has already made you abruptly cling to his body. Now he can't even see your face but both of your hands were wrapped securely around him.

A joyous smile spreads across his face. This was exactly what he wanted. He could've just asked for a hug instead but he knew you wouldn't do it just the same. After all, he only needed all the warmth from you.

He's sure someday you'll eventually actually accept these requests he asks for but admittingly he still feels very much loved.

"My lovely wife, I missed you so dearly"

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A/N: I was listening to the song and couldn’t help but think about them. 

Shader: MMDGenshin Shader

#kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato kamisato #kamisato ayato x you #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact kamisato ayato

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hiiii I wanted to ask you amh, why don't you write headcanons anymore? :00

It’s a combination of not having enough time and energy/motivation for it. I have to prioritize taking care of myself and also tend to real life obligations.

(I’ll go into more detail, but it’s sort of dull and somewhat personal so I’ll slap it under the cut!)

After 2 to 2.5ish straight years of posting almost every day, it kind of wore me and my spirit down 💦 This is especially true of headcanons, as they often involve multiple characters (as opposed to imagines, which mainly involved 1 or 2 characters as the centerpiece and the rest as brief supporting roles) and taking the time to think long and hard about their unique perspectives and reactions to sometimes highly detailed situations. The format of headcanons themselves also just does not align with what I like to do the most; it usually doesn’t allow for extended dialogue or fun canon character interactions (most headcanon requests involve self inserts, meaning more reader-canon character interactions than canon-canon interactions).

Each of the characters is unique, and I want that to be reflected in my works. I’m of the mindset that my writing should be such that you can’t swap out a character’s name for another’s without it losing meaning. A character should be able to act and speak in a distinctive manner; they cannot be easily replaced with another person. A large part of this, of course, also stems from my own perfectionism working against me… so it feels like the stress is really coming from all kinds of places 🥲

Something I realized after taking writing requests for so long is that I wasn’t able to write what I personally wanted to. There was an unspoken pressure to constantly put out new content, as well as communication I received that left me feeling immensely uncomfortable. As a mild example, I often received requests that disregarded my rules and/or involved subject matters which I found to be invasive or icky, things which I explicitly stated to NOT bring up to me; it was clear that some (some, NOT all) people cared more about getting free content over respecting an individual’s boundaries, and didn't even spare a few minutes to do me the courtesy of reading my rules and staying within my comfort zone. Sometimes I just got the impression that writers or content creators in general were just not being respected. I didn’t want those frequent enough bad experiences to seep into and taint a hobby that I love so much, so… I had to limit the frequency of writing requests for my own good.

The TWST fandom is just the kind that is eager and hungry for fan content (especially considering the relatively slow output of canon content in the actual JP game). Unfortunately, that has the side effect of killing the joy of creative writing for me 😔 The demand was so high I couldn’t keep up with my supply and I burnt out hard. Think of a star—it burns so brightly in the night sky, and one day it will just have nothing left to give and just… go out.

I decided to drastically scale back my writing requests (the majority of which were headcanons) and to mainly focus on writing what I find interesting and what makes me happy. Talking about lore, theories, and putting out only a few (2-5) imagines every month has been very chill. I think I’m in a much happier and less stressed place now! ^^

I do want to get back into writing headcanons and doing writing requests in general, but only when I personally feel like it and most likely on a smaller scale/at my own comfortable pace. Creative writing is a cherished hobby of mine, and the instant it starts feeling like an obligation then… well, it’s no longer a hobby and it wouldn’t be very fun for me anymore. “Having fun” was the whole reason I first started this blog, so I want to stray true to those roots.

#question #notes from the writing raven

[soleilnomoon]

Hi Kaia! I hope you're well! I was wondering if I could possibly request some SFW and NSFW polyamorous headcanons of Sanji and Sabo with the reader, please? These two are my absolute favorites, and I swear they'll be the death of me lol XD thanks again! Your writing always brings me joy! Have a wonderful time! :3

so sorry this took so long <3 i love both of them so much, and i had to cut myself off writing because it was getting too long lol! i hope you like it, i always enjoy your requests ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

1.4k words, fem reader (no pronouns), sfw and nsfw (nothing major, a little fingering, a lil oral, etc.); sabo and sanji balance one another out, no1 can tell me otherwise.

sfw,

surprisingly, a relationship like that is more up sanji and sabo’s alley than most would think. 

the first time you meet sanji, it’s at a festival of sorts, where there’s a lot of food, music, and dancing; it’s late at night, you’re tired from walking around all day, and the last stall you visit is one where they sell cute little pastries. you reach for the last cupcake at the same time sanji does; you both laugh and after a brief debate of go ahead, you take it and no, no, i insist that you have it, he provides a third option where you share the cupcake. 

you don’t believe in love at first sight, but being with him, being in his presence, makes you feel terribly at ease. he’s polite, funny, and an incredibly talented chef. you find this out when you invite him over for tea, and he insists on making it for you. there’s a gracefulness behind his movements in the kitchen; he also informs you that there’s a right and wrong way to prepare tea. you don’t mean to laugh at that, but he’s so completely serious about it that you can’t help yourself. 

it’s from that moment on that you find yourself more and more invested in spending time with him; he finds ways to make you smile, is always bringing you a treat that he thinks you’ll like — and you always do love the pastries he creates — and takes his time to talk to you about your day.  you’re not used to having someone be so utterly understanding and genuinely empathetic around you like that, so it’s inevitable that you fall for him; and he’s not used to anyone taking him as seriously as you do, to anyone understanding his passion for his craft, to anyone who animatedly greets him that way you too, begging to hear about what new dish he’s come up with.

with sabo, it’s a little different; you meet him unintentionally, at a lecture that also doubles as a secret political rally, where you bump into him harder than you mean to, where he steadies you right away, ensuring you don’t fall onto the concrete. you’re a little bit flustered when you take in his face, stature, and demeanor; he seems like a man who knows exactly what he wants and will do what needs to be done to achieve that desire. when he focuses his attention on you, it’s almost like he can see through your facade — the one that you throw up for strangers and the like, the one that’s allowed you to coast under the radar for most of your life, where you don’t have to give up much of yourself because pretending is almost second-nature to you now.

and when he invites you out for a drink, you bring sanji, and to your surprise, both he and sabo hit it off quite well. you watch the way their banter goes from somewhat serious and a little formal (where they discuss the state of the world,) to casual (where they’ve somehow found common ground, similar interests, even more similar family dynamics,) to flirty — fingers brushing, long legs bumping into one another, prolonged glances, secretive smiles that make you realize you might actually have a good thing going right now. 

after several drinks, you decide to all walk to the beach, the night sky twinkling with stars, a warm sea breeze caressing your calves, lifting your dress a bit. in a bout of impulsivity, you take your sandals off and run barefoot through the sand, laughing and beckoning for the both of them to chase after you. 

your laugh is the most infectious thing they’ve come across, and before long they’re doubled over alongside you, sand getting all over you as you playfully fall down. you don’t know how long you spend on the beach, but what you do remember from the night is that a calm passes over you, one that makes your heart feel impossibly full and shows you that your quest for happiness might not be an unreachable dream after all.

nsfw,

you’ve never been one for tradition, nor do you care about following what society deems as “normal”; you love who you love, and that’s all that matters to you. because sanji was known as such a notorious flirt — and still is, more or less — it comes as a surprise that he’s settled down with you and with sabo; and, because sabo is constantly on and off the island, at times you feel closer to sanji than you do to him. it feels unfair, but it’s the truth.

until he comes back home, that is.

both you and sanji prepare for his return in the only way you both know how; with a lot off food and alcohol. halfway through dessert, however, things get a little out of hand. it starts with sabo insisting on having whipped cream on his lava cakes, and when sanji pours it on for him, a bit gets on his fingers. you’re sitting on sabo’s lap — a habit of yours, as of late  — and you don’t wait for sanji to wipe it off, instead offering to clean it for him yourself by using your tongue.

sabo leans back comfortably in his chair, his hand holding your hip as you lick the whipped cream off of sanji’s fingers; it’s nothing you haven’t done before, but sanji holds your face still and leans down to kiss you — softly, at first, but when his tongue slides into your mouth, you’re reminded of how attentive of a lover he is. the kiss leaves your mind hazy, especially once sabo’s pesky hands start moving and sliding underneath your skirt, rubbing the inside of your thighs slowly, sensually, making your skin burn at the sensation.

he loves to see you melt like this, when he and sanji simultaneously start touching you as if they have some sort of mindlink that you’re unaware of. you sigh against sanji’s lips, your ass grinding against sabo’s erection, earning a satisfied groan from the man behind you; sanji kisses you like you’re the most delicate thing in his possession, only stopping to breathe and look at your expectant face. your expression is priceless, the way your eyes are a little glazed over, almost as if his mouth is an addictive drug you can’t quit just yet. 

and maybe it is, you’re still not too sure about that.

before you know it, sabo and sanji have discarded their clothes, and help you take yours off too — sanji, being impossibly sanji, takes his time to drape them neatly on the chair; sabo teases him briefly before pulling him in for a kiss too. it’s an ‘i missed you more than you know’ sort of kiss, one that leaves you breathless as you watch their lips move in tandem with each other.

sanji sits on the table, his cock hard, precum leaking out of his tip, the head flushed pink; you lick your lips before taking his cock in your hands, stroking it slowly, his muffled moans only encourage you to move your hands a bit faster. with your bare ass and pussy on display, sabo gingerly slips his fingers inside of you, your plush walls clamping around him, making him so happy to be back home. your moans bringing goosebumps along their skin, and when you take sanji’s cock into your mouth, he swears he sees stars; your tongue flat against his hard length, as you bob your head up and down.

because he’s a gentleman, he holds your hair back, his eyelids lowered as he leans back and watches you work; sabo’s fingers scissor inside of you, your hips backing up against his hand before he pulls away from you suddenly before replacing his fingers with his cock. sabo wastes no time sliding inside of your pussy, his hips slamming against your ass as you attempt to take in as much as sanji’s cock as possible. your mouth is a place of wonder, sanji thinks, even when you use it to suck his soul out; coincidentally, sabo is of the same mentality, marveling over the way your cunt squeezes him desperately. 

it’s not out of any inherent greed or selfishness that you hold them so dearly in your heart; it’s because you genuinely love them and they love you — and each other. what you lack, the others compensate within the relationship (and vice-versa). and when you’re in between them like this, your soul ascends to a higher plane, making it difficult to ever imagine a life without them.

#it's finally done i deserve a treat #fic request #one piece imagine #one piece hcs #sabo the revolutionary #sabo x y/n #sabo x sanji x reader #sabo x reader #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece smut #aurodontdoit #sabo smut #sanji smut #vinsmoke sanji smut

[writtenbyevie]

For the otp question thing!! for sunaosa (obviously): 18 (I’m asking mostly for the bonus hehe), 26, 28, 29, and 30! I’m very nosy and curious what you think about these hehe, big love <3

my beloved jules!! the outlets you give me to ramble on about sunaosa bring so much joy so thank you. i’m squishing your cheeks 🤍✨🤍

18. Who leaves little notes in the other's lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Since I imagine Osamu makes Suna's lunch almost every day at Inarizaki, dually to test out his recipes and to take care of Suna, I think he does this. I would like to think he writes really, really bad food puns related to whatever meal he just made in hopes of making Suna laugh from the sheer cringe factor alone. He also always tacks on a PS which features something sweet, with the goal of making Suna blush and/or punch him in the arm.

When they're living in different cities, Osamu tries order lunch for them both from a chain restaurant that has locations in both Shizuoka and Osaka at least once a week. (He likes to eat locally but for this plan to work he has to rely franchises) He'll have Suna's meal delivered to the EJP Raijin gym and his to Onigiri Miya. That way they can feel like they're eating together, even if it's at different times in different places, just as they did back in Hyogo.

To top it all off, in the notes for Suna's order, he still writes bizarre little jokes, not caring what the delivery guy or chefs will think. It's gotten Suna some strange looks from drivers over the years but c'est la vie.

26. What would be their theme song?

THIS IS HARD!!! When writing earth and moon, I repeatedly listened to J's Lullaby by Delaney Bailey, as I felt that song really embodied the atmosphere and energy of what I was writing. Lyrically, I'm not sure if it's the best match. I just love something very soft and without frills for them. Inevitable by Anberlin is also another good one for them. I also love this instrumental piece called Wanderlust by AK for them. I don't know to describe it, but it encapsulates their energy very well to me. I probably listened to this one the most actually while writing them.

28. What do they do when they're away from each other?

This is actually a plot point in earth and moon! They do a lot of things, but I have a favorite one. So mild spoiler alert I guess?

For context: Suna and Osamu discuss the moving away from each other, causing Suna to confess he fears Osamu will forget about him. Osamu responds with the story about how Atsumu knew he had a crush on him before he did.

“One day, I snapped. Asked why his delusional ass was so convinced I liked ya.” Osamu smiles, a little pull of his lips, a little pull of Rin’s heart. Gravity living and breathing and just eighteen. “Do ya know what he said?”

Rin shakes his head. 

“He said he knew cuz I kept findin’ ya in things.” Thunder rumbles, a low kind of crash that jostles the ground beneath feet and glass in barely kept together windows. “Told me that my every other sentence was some variation of ‘doesn’t this remind ya of Rin?’” Osamu chuckles, the sound tumbling, as if each breath trips the next. “To which he’d always answer ‘no ‘cuz I’m not in love with him ya moron,’ and I’d always promptly put him in a headlock.”

Rin snorts, sticky and dull, but something in his chest clears. Light seeps in.

Sighing, Osamu says, “and as much as I hate to admit it, he got me thinkin’.” He cranes his head, watching falling raindrops as if they bottle his thoughts. “Thinkin’ about how I’d find ya in the bottoms of pudding cups and the backyard willow tree and the bridge of my favorite song.” They kiss his face. Baby blue bursts of memory. “And I realized ‘Tsumu got somethin’ wrong.” Osamu grins properly now. Crooked and wide. His old lip scar drawn over with gray ink. “I didn’t just randomly find ya in those things, I was lookin’. And I still look.”

He gazes at Rin directly. Moonlight curves around the storm’s bend. Softly shining amongst the sky’s black melancholy. It does not best the lightning or better the rain, but it returns. Constant, even when Rin believed it to be lost. 

“I look for ya in strawberry soda, shichimi, and the sea. In vanilla, camera flashes, and the color green. In bedsheets, stars, and all my dreams.” Osamu steps closer to Rin so their noses almost brush. “So long as there’s a scrape of matter and a shred of my soul, I’ll be looking for ya, Rin. Until yer lookin’ back. And I know that ya will. Because goin’ does not mean goodbye."

They develop this habit of texting each other messages and/or pictures anytime they see something that reminds them of the other person. It ranges from sweet things like sunsets and starry nights to dirty bumper stickers and a racoon that lives in the dumpster behind Osamu's apartment. They do other things as well, but this one is my favorite.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

So I have two because they're character headcanons.

Suna has abandonment issues that manifest in him leaving relationships first, since he can't fathom anyone wanting to stick around. After all, no one has ever chanced after him when he moved, so he learned to just stop looking back.

Osamu's life has been defined by his accomplishments, which results in this sort of covert perfectionism. People love him for what he does, not who he is. He ends up developing in an intense fear of failure, especially when he initially struggles to get Onigiri Miya off the ground.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

They both unlearn these issues through each other! Osamu actively fights to keep Suna in his life and teaches him that the possibility of pain and being left doesn't devalue or undermine the importance of relationships in the first place.

Suna shows Osamu that not only does he love him for who he is, regardless of his success, but he is proud of him too. One of his lines in after is literally: "I love you for who you are, not who you think you have to be." Suna gives Osamu permission to "fail," which in turn gives Osamu the freedom to grow.

ANYWHO!!! This turned out to be insanely long. Thank you Jules for letting me wax and wane about Sunaosa. I adore them and you!! Big hugs and forehead kisses to you!! Much love 💫💖💫

#lord I hope this is coherent #jules!! #burning the trees #otp asks #sunaosa #osasuna #suna x osamu #osamu x suna #suna rintarou #miya osamu #rintarou suna #osamu #haikyuu ships #hq headcanons #hq #evie’s jeevies

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write  a  letter  to  your  inner  child  &  i’ll  tell  you  what  flower  you’ve blossomed  into.

; ; Ryou ; ; a wallflower, quietly standing still

“it takes as much time to build walls sturdy enough for wallflowers like you and me to lean against as it does for us to bloom.” ― ayokunle falomo, thread, this wordweaver must! — you're comfortable with being left alone, yet perhaps there are slivers of empty cracks you wish to fill with joy. staying at the side lines, on the side walk, by the wall... these are all places you are used to being in. you're trying to find a way to grow in other places, farther away from what you've always known. the inner child within seeks to reach further out into the world. perhaps it's scared, has some anxiety, and wishes to cling onto the past... but only time will tell — your beauty is nevertheless a silent and distant sort, lingering.

; ; Anzu ; ; a sunflower, basking in the sun light

“the head of all flower heads is one flower; the sunflower in the sky, that gives the others vivid color stemming from the inside.” ― curtis tyrone jones, mirrors of the sun: finding reflections of light in the shittiness of life — your bright, vivid optimism brings those around you a life worth living. people see you as someone who shines no matter where you go — it's almost impossible not to notice you. you stand with a confidence that influences others to do the same. people trust and put their faith into you because they feel warmth, even when the sun isn't out. the inner child is constantly searching for even more new ways to be happy.

Tagged by: @kaibacorpbros (( tyty! ))

Tagging: Whoever catches this on the dash! >:)

#(( ryou's about right minus the ending ( he DEFINITELY wants very little to do with the past rn ) )) #(( ANZU IS A SUNFLOWER. i mean- YEAH P MUCH??? she's matured not to indulge in BLIND optimism but she's still fairly bright! )) #✮ Oh???? ✮—✒ Dash Games ↲

[majorproblems77]

Sacred Realm updated! :D

New chapter new ramble here I am!

Sacred realm has returned with Chapter 4, named The hearald and the gorons, (Considering we start by climbing death mountain this brings me joy.

I'll get the important stuff done, This is done with permission from @zelda-the-sacred-realm, and all art from the comics belongs to the comic artist.

The link to the comic can be found here! Go give it some love it's expertly done! :D

Now, grab some popcorn and a drink, sit down someplace comfortable and have fun!

Lets go!

It absolutely must be said the backgrounds of this comic never cease to amaze me at how detailed they are. I low key almost feel as cold as it looks there. It's damn incredible.

Oh man i love him so much he's so sweet

He's just a curious little bab

Time really do be >:(

Name drop! :D Huzzah!

Link you innocent bean

Is that who i think it is?

checks notes

IT IS

Okay okay okay Time to do my research. I'll go into it more when we get through the panels with him in.

This is so sweet, Interesting that he knew Twi when he was alive. (Note the lack of fun yellow glow that the other spirits have)

Calling him master. Considering what we know from twilight princess and the hero of time and the hero of twilight this makes a bunch of sense.

Oh he's so pretty

So from my understanding of Twilight's lore, He sees time as a mentor (Hence calling him master.) Twilight seems to be alive here, so i would say that this is either during his actual adventure or just after it, meaning that the area we see around them must be Twilight's time.

(Also Epona beloved)

OH MY GOD HE DID IT THE HERO

WE GOT A TIME BOOP IN COMIC IT IS CANON NOW

link will 100% do it again, maybe even Twilight will get involved.

Trying to decipher what Sky was saying here was fun, also Sky being protective of Link gives me life okay

Sky truly is the best

God these enemies are so cool!

The cinnamon roll needs assistance, is that why he's in orange? Cause he's a little cinnamon roll?

(New headcanon you can't stop me)

Save him

SKYYYYYY

Protective Sky is the best Sky alright

He's so cool!

But the lines I assume are from the spirit barrier from before. Like he's fighting the barrier to be here? Is this gonna hurt Sky to do this? It looks like he's struggling.

I'm going to assume he can't keep this up forever and this is a last resort move.

And Time knowing Sky?! Hello? Makes me wonder if the spirits have been in contact like this.

But I've got a theory about this

I think Time may have not been the only one to aid Twilight. Hence why he knows Sky.

I dont have much to base this on right now but I'm hoping we will see more about this in the next chapter so I can elaborate on this further.

Also look at Link grabbing Time's scarf like he's a toddler, the little question marks are just so adorable and I love this man okay.

Okay, I think thats everything! Thank you so much for hanging out with me as I go through this comic and yell about my faves and the cinnamon roll that is this iteration of link.

And thanks again to the artist for letting me do this!

Hope you have a wonderful day! :D

#comic analysis with major #ramble corner with major #zelda sacred realm #zeldathesacredrealm #sacred realm #sr twilight #loz sr #sr realms #sr time #sr sky #i love this comic #Writing these brings me almost as much joy as Sky does #And that's saying something #because in every iteration dear god does he bring me joy #ztsr #hero of time #hero of sky #hero of realms #sacred realm analysis #:D #hero of twilight #cause we all know thats the boy himself #i am once again rambling at how much i love Sky #cinamon roll link #clearly the orange is to indicate that he is a cinamon roll you cant change my mind on this matter #i dont think there are any tags i forgot #i hope you enjoyed!

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An Unrevised Excerpt from “The Little Black Notebook” by KVL3005

Chapter 2: Pink Sky

April 27th,

Finally getting started on my research paper for my Michigan History Course, one that I had months to prepare for. I was very confident in my abilities to crank out an “A” paper last minute, as I’ve done it countless times before. The finest mindset of a procrastinator or maybe that of a person who’s too deep into the delusions that he processes an intellectual prowess, which ranged far greater than any of his peers … maybe both... 

Spoiler ALERT!- He didn’t do well.   

I took the liberty to take a drive out to Holland, hoping to make the experience of writing this dreaded piece paper a tad bit more pleasant. It did but not by much. Holland has the last few remnants of this so-called “Pure Michigan”.  One consists of picturesque dunes and miles of soft-sanded yellow beaches running along the shorelines of Lake Michigan. The few places in the state where industries still remained prominent. I do love the smells of tulips blossoming in the spring, that's what they’re most known for nowadays, aside from their mostly homogenous Dutch population. 

Parked my car within Holland State Park; reading a book and listening to Frank Ocean while the sun began to set is one of life’s greatest pleasures. That I can assure you. It’s been a long since I got some sort of joy from reading. It’s me being a history major to blame. Days after days of reading monotone texts follows by important dates and events. The tedium of it all kills any pleasures it may bring. The book I’m currently reading has been sitting on my shelf for months now. Must be a joyous occasion, for it finally gets to serve its only function, after months of neglect. what is my purpose? an existentialist question that is only defined within the boundaries of oneself. Boundaries that constantly get defined and redefine. A repeating cycle that I must get out of to truly be free. 

-Do you blame the book for being narrowed in purpose or do you blame the person for not reading it? 

Only one is in control and surely is it not I. 

It is especially cloudy today; somehow the sun still manages to creep through the cracks. One big line of lights, diffusing into a pink-ish hue, stretching into the horizons. Fighting to stay afloat as if it never going to rise again, staying in the twilight-simply mesmerizing. Somebody I once knew told me this “ At the end of the sunset, that’s when the sky is the prettiest[..] but people always start to leave before that”. She did not or rather could not comprehend that. Admittedly, I was within the majority before I met her. She would be alone, parked in her car at the beach for hours, and would be the last one to leave. Only now I’ve come to an understanding of it, and maybe in some ways an understanding of her. To not be the subject of time, one that is bound to us at the moment we were born. An abstract concept invented by humans but one that can physically impact all of us... Gazing into the what-seemingly-never-ending lake of Michigan without the mechanism of time (One that was told to us, countless times over by society- “When it gets dark go home” “When it gets dark go home” ) can procure a blissful euphoric state. Creating a moment. One that cannot end, but eventually it always does. Now at this seemingly never-ending moment, I, For once truly feel free of the contraptions created by my own mind.

-Our first date was at this very spot.

It has been almost a year since I abruptly ended things- Again in this same spot.

Only a sickened and twisted man can bring Forget-Me-Not flowers to a “break up” as some sort of impractical joke. Anyways, I digress...

The stars were out, radiating the unpolluted sky like that of every night in Holland State Park. It was almost blinding. Maybe the lights emitted from the stars that night blinded me stupid for the rest of this SITuationship. She’s a soft-spoken woman, maybe too soft.  From one look you can tell went through a lot of hurt in her life. Memories she rather crumbled into a ball, set that ball on fire, and chuck it into the lake. More importantly, she hates the vulnerability of it. She often suppresses her feelings, but she never lets that have an impact on her surroundings. A very respectable aspect of that trait, one that I can learn from. Consequently, that makes her invisible to me and to the rest of society. I don’t think she likes the feeling of that. Nobody does. Constantly shifting to find her balance like a pendulum- one between the spectrum of being there and not being a nuisance. If I have to describe what she looks like, I would say she is a blonde lady short of stature. Ethnically, her family came here from Norwegian but she retains little to none of her cultural heritage. Oftentimes that can possibly cause a person to have low self-esteem growing up. I wonder what that’s like for her, to grow up in a town priding itself on its Dutch heritage. It must be strange living your life “close but not close enough” to your peers... 

“My eyes are a darker shade of blue than theirs”  she stated in one of our conversations. I could sense the envious in her voice. Her envious does not come from their slightly brighter eye colors but stem from her inability to be indifferent. She always tells me that my dark brown mesmerized her every time it hits the sun and I’ve never told her that her azure eyes are very luring. 

One of the things I hate about myself is that I am in fact a hopeless romantic but got hurt to the point where I became a realist. 

I started talking to her a few months after my ex and I broke up from our long-term relationship. One of my ex’s insecurities was that I was into blondes, and she being a dark-haired Latina and all. She was sure of it. I tried to reassure her but it didn’t work. I do not know where she got that from...maybe it’s from the stereotype that “Asians really love blondes”. In a way, all stereotypes have a hint of truth to them but is it a very distorted version of it. Repeated to the point where it becomes a single truth, a single story, One that I, unfortunately, got grouped in with. Retrospectively reflecting on it. It impacted my SITUationship profoundly. At the time, the thought of giving my ex the satisfaction that she was right, irritated my soul to its core. I guess that was enough to outweigh the happiness and stability azure eyes brought into my pathetic life.  One that comes with waves of self-hatred, self-destruction, and self-pity. For somebody who has an extremely low sense of SELF-confidence, I surely am SELF-absorbed.

Some things aren’t meant to last forever right? They’re meant to teach us a lesson.[.......]

It’s getting dark enough for the famous Michigan lighthouse to shine.   

I should be leaving soon.

And just like that....the sun is gone.

so is she.

Chapter 3: Stained White Tee and LV Shoes

“you lost me again!” The professor commented on my report. If only I had more time to develop my research. I always aimed for subjects whose magnitude is far outside the scope of what would be considered an “A” paper in a community college. While Mr. Timmy Clockinghammer is writing about -how his grandmother went to work,  probably in some dusty factory, cranking out helmets for the war effort in the 1940s. School has always been structured over content but once again my delusions have caused me to only make my life more miserable(BIG SUPRISED). 

#michigan #book writing #storytelling #holand

[bubbledumbbinch]

Are your requests open again? Cuz I've been reading your oral headcanons and they are getting me HOT AND BOTHERED 🔥🔥

If you don't mind can I request some oral headcanons for Malleus, Deuce, Jack, Floyd and Crewel(if you write for the staff, you can make the reader his colleague in his case) with a fem reader? Thanks a lot⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Hello anon!!! Yes I will do my best to deliver >:) BTW this is like sooo long and I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get to this!

Pairings: Malleus x Fem! Reader, Deuce x Fem! Reader, Jack x Fem! Reader, Floyd x Fem! Reader, Crewel x Fem! Professor!Reader

This piece of writing is strictly for 18+ audiences. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact!!

Warnings: dubcon ish for Floyd? Slight voyeurism too for his receiving, sub/dom elements for Crewel

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Giving

Malleus is into making things like a ritual - including lovemaking of any kind.

He would probably take you to a forest where flowers are laid out gently onto the soft grassy floor, glowing fireflies illuminating the sky with the moon.

Gently, Malleus would lay you down and kiss you from head to toe, literally. Giving praises, telling you how beautiful you are, etc.

Malleus would strip you bare naked and lick his lips. You feel his glowing green eyes trailing across your skin giving you goosebumps.

When you feel his long tongue against your cunt for the first time, you arch your back in pleasure and a soft moan comes out, making the horned man shudder.

Malleus always cares about not hurting you, making sure you’re okay, he wants you to be vocal.

Lord please don’t grab his horns. Grab his horns. He turns into a BEAST and will probably overstimulate you.

“Nnh- M-Malleus..!” You keened under his touch. Malleus’s fingers grazed your skin lightly as you laid on your back, his head currently in between your thighs. He brought his head up and licked his mouth of your juices. “My child of man, please, tell me if I’m hurting you.” He spoke softly. “N-no, it feels so good… Please, keep going…” you hid your face in your arm, too embarrassed about the situation the fae male had you in. You lightly stroked his horns as soon as his head dipped back down.

Suddenly, Malleus released a growl and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, nails close to breaking your skin. “Mm, Y/N… you know what that does to me.” He lowly spoke. His eyes were now trained on your own as he sucked hard on your clit, tongue abusing the bead. You screamed as he continued his ministrations - you were gonna be here for a while.

Receiving

Malleus would be walking with you near Ramshackle dorm when you see a bench in the distance and lead Malleus to it. When he sits down he expected you to join him, only for him to see you drop down to your knees in between his legs.

You want to treat Malleus for being a lovely boyfriend!! Praises and eye contact is not necessary but makes him go crazy for you

When receiving oral, Malleus isn’t shy but something inside him lets butterflies go absolutely wild in his stomach. The fact that it’s his favorite human servicing him makes him all the more excited too!

Malleus’s thick cock would be hard to take in all at once, so you opt to use your hands to pump the base with your fingers.

Malleus has a lot of stamina, you’ll definitely be there for a while. Moaning onto his length and staring into his eyes with lust will make him come closer to climax though!

He would stroke your hair and tell you how beautiful you are and how good you’re making him feel~

Instead of moaning and being loud, he grunts and hums.

Would want to repay your kindness as well if you know what I mean 👀

The dragon fae hummed in approval as your tongue worked his cock. Malleus’s fingers made its way to your hair to massage your head, making you moan.

“My little child of man, I’m getting close… you’re so beautiful.” Throwing his head back, his thrusting into your mouth was becoming faster and sloppier. When he looked back down at you, he swore he could see hearts in your eyes as you stared back into his green orbs. That and the combination of your lewd slurping sounds and the pleasure you were bringing him brought him to release. You squealed as Malleus’s seed shooting down your throat. He watched in wonder as you swallowed, licking your lips. “Tasty, my prince…” you teased Malleus, kissing his thighs.

Deuce Spade x Fem! Reader

Giving

Deuce has little to no experience, let’s be real. He was a bad boy who wasn’t very popular turned into a wanna be good boy. However, he is very eager to please.

What Deuce lacks in skills he makes up for with determination. Maybe it’s the way he aggressively licks up and down your cunt that turns you on, maybe it’s the way he’s trying his best!

Before you can even say where he should focus, he licks on your clit. Deuce notices how much louder you moan when he does that, so he learns quickly that THAT’S the spot for you.

Deuce would definitely moan when he’s eating a good meal 😋 the vibrations from his moaning goes straight to your clit as he’s sucking and slurping on your wet pussy.

Deuce would also want to use his calloused fingers on you in some way - be it fingering you, tweaking your nipples, or even having you suck on them.

“Deuce, th-there, more, please..!” You moaned, hands flying down to his soft navy blue hair. “You really like it, huh?” Deuce’s soft voice was inquisitive but also you heard joy behind it. You wiggled your bottom closer to his face and whined with the loss of touch. “Then, I’ll keep going.” He dove down once again and licked and sucked with more aggression, knowing exactly how to please you. Sweat dripped down his face as you pulled tufts of his hair, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

Receiving

After tutoring Deuce for so long in preparation for an exam, your efforts would come to fruition as he emerges from the classroom with a good grade.

You wanted to reward your boyfriend for doing so well! Take him back to Heartslabyul and deep into the gardens where you knew barely anybody would be at that time. Roses were painted, animals were fed, etc.

Deuce would be confused but blushing profusely when you offer to reward him by sucking his dick, but he doesn’t say no.

When you lay him down and pull down his pants and underwear, his cock springs to life with a bead of precum already leaking from it.

You like to tease Deuce with your fingers first - rubbing the bead of precum all over the tip with your thumb.

Deuce’s moans are heavenly when you finally use your mouth and tongue on him, softly thrusts into your mouth

Once he’s close though he lets his bad side come through - he’s thoroughly facefucking you while talking dirty, calls you names, etc

Wants to cum on you instead of in you, likes to see the way it paints your body!

“Mmh, Deush.!” You slurped and tried to talk while his cock invaded your wet cavern. “Y/N, I’m gonna- I’m so close..” You sped your movements up, the lewd squelching of your mouth becoming louder. “It’s almost like you want us to be caught, filthy slut.” Deuce’s attitude changed while he barked out his words, making your pussy throb. “Yeah? You want me to cum all over your pretty face? I wanna see you covered in my cum.. fuck!!” Deuce pulled away from your lips with an audible pop, pumping his hot cum all over your lips and cheeks. The sight of your puffy lips and blushing with your messy face made his cock twitch again.

Jack Howl x Fem! Reader

Giving

Jack is a more romantic type, prefers to be in a bedroom when he makes love with you, and certainly wants to give you a good time. He wants it to be private because he doesn’t want anybody else to admire you the way he should!

Jack would have you fully naked laying down so he can fully admire your beautiful body.

Leaves a lot of lingering touches all over your body with his fingers and tongue, loves to taste you~

Jack is skilled with his tongue, aggressive too. He uses his fingers and tongue at the same time to please you

Secretly loves if you reach down to pet his ears and head while he goes down on you - sometimes you can see his tail wag 🥺

Leaves marks all over your thighs close to your sex because he wants to show you’re his, but also has enough restraint to put them in places only you both will see.

Jack lapped up at your pussy, lewd noises filled your silent room. You gasped as he flicked your clit with his fingers, adding more pleasure to your body. “J-Jaack.!” You whined at the loss of feeling when Jack pulled away. “Use your words, Y/N…” he whispered, staring into your eyes. You gulped when you saw his entire mouth and chin were glistening with your juices. “Please, Jack, make me cum, I-I’m so close..” you hid your face away in embarrassment. Jack’s cock twitched in his pants and blushed heavily, his tongue going back to work on your cunt. He’ll prove to be your perfect mate.

Receiving

You and Jack would be finishing up a morning jog, a rare occurrence since Vil couldn’t make it this time. After going pretty far out into the woods, you get tired and decide to pause and stretch.

Jack sees your sweat making your skin glow under the early sun accompanied by your panting from being worn out. He turns to look away, but he can’t hide the growing tent in his pants.

Once you take notice you mischievously start to tease him and take off his pants. He’s flustered because, what if someone comes by?! You tell him not to worry since it’s so early and you were pretty far out.

Back resting on a tree, Jack stands while you’re on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes. You lightly palm his heavy cock until it’s fully erect, making eye contact the whole time while putting it in your mouth.

Jack knows you can’t fit the whole thing in there, and he’s usually really considerate of what you want never forcing it to go further down your throat.

Jack likes it if you fondle his balls as well while you use another hand to pump his base.

Whines slightly when he’s close, also begins to wag his tail!! Good boy!!

Also loves to see you with cum on your tongue, whether you wanna swallow or not is up to you~

Grunting and feeling the rough bark on the tree, Jack is preoccupied with the way your mouth takes him so well. You stare up at him with droopy eyes, tongue swirling around the tip, playing with the slit on his cock. When you combo that with playing with his balls, Jack feels something snap inside him. He’s grunting and snarling lowly, thrusting faster into you, eliciting gags and moans. “I- I’m close, Y/N. I’m gonna cum…” Jack’s voice only made you work faster, pumping harder on the base. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, his milky seed exploding onto your tongue not a second later. A series of grunts and followed, as well as kisses and “I love you”’s exchanged between the both of you.

Floyd Leech x Fem! Reader

Giving

POV you are working at the Mostro Lounge and you are suddenly pulled away by a tight grasp around your arm or waist. It’s Floyd, your boyfriend!

Floyd tells you how delicious you looked while working and how he could smell you from the other side of the lounge (bro how?)

You know what he means by “taste you” when he drags you to either the nearest closet, storage room, or maybe his dorm room. You’re flustered and telling him to let you get back to work! Azul would be pissed knowing you both left out of nowhere.

Floyd’s grip tightens on your pants as he pulls them down, and he sees your wetness pooling in your panties already. I imagine Floyd would have no patience and start licking up aggressively up your panties, making a bigger wet spot

Floyd would either rip your panties or just eat you out while pulling them to the side - he’s too impatient and he just NEEDS to taste you

His droopy heterochromatic eyes are TRAINED on yours, he loves seeing the way your body reacts to him!

Squeezes any part of your body he can, your tits, nipples, ass, thighs, etc

“Shrimpyyy~ you taste so good! I knew it was a good idea to ditch work to lick you up~” he giggles furiously, licking again on your swollen clit. “F-Floyd! You, you shouldn’t leave work so suddenly like th- Aaahn~!” You keened, back arching off of his bed. Floyd was now squeezing your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. The stimulation was becoming too much. “Floyd, Floyd!! I’m gonna cum!!” You started moving your hips on your own while hearing Floyd’s laughter resonate on your cunt. “Mm, Shrimpy is becoming so enthusiastic! Cum on my tongue then! I’ll be sure to lick it aaaall up~”

Receiving

Sometimes, when Floyd is in a bad mood all of a sudden, he doesn’t know why. You don’t know why, either. But you do know a way to make him feel better!

When you whisper in his ear, offering to help him, he doesn’t really know what you mean at first. When you explicitly tell him you want to suck his dick, his face immediately brightens! He’ll grab your arm and almost skip on over to a private garden around the school.

When you’re both comfortable, you pull his pants down and his cock bounces back up, already twitching and leaking precum.

Floyd is loud but he does not give a damn. Let people hear how good you’re making him feel! If someone were to stumble by, Floyd would make direct eye contact with them and smirk

Floyd also wants to facefuck you - pulling your head down and thrusting into you when he gets close! He loves the way you slobber and gag all over his cock

He is down to cum anywhere when he’s receiving oral, because he loves cumming in your pussy the most. But when he’s not doing that then anywhere else would suffice!

“Mm!! Floyd, what if someone sees us?” You muttered, suddenly feeling very nervous. You stroked his dick which was covered in a mixture of your saliva and his precum. Floyd suddenly pulled your mouth back onto his cock and kept thrusting, making you squeal in surprise. “Don’t worry, Shrimpy!! I’ll protect you, and besides, I think they should see how well you’re taking MY cock!” As you closed your eyes and kept suckling on his length, Floyd’s eyes narrowed dangerously towards the rustling sounds coming through the bushes. “And, I’ll deal with them accordingly.” Floyd’s tone was suddenly very serious, reassuring you as you kept working on pleasing him.

Divus Crewel x Fem! Professor! Reader

Giving

Your relationship with Crewel was only a rumor amongst students, two teachers dating is pretty taboo even in the magical world! When asked if you two were an item, both of you waved off the question and denied all rumors, saying you were only friends.

After a particularly stressful day of grading exam papers and dealing with unruly students, you go to Crewel’s office after classes are done to unwind, simply to rant.

Crewel offers a more… physical way to destress. He snakes his gloved hands up your thigh inch by inch, fingers trailing closer to your lacy pair of underwear that he bought you himself.

After locking his office door, Crewel seats you on his desk, using some accessories on you. He would blindfold you, tie your hands, etc!

Hiking up your skirt he gently removes your panties and rips a hole in your pantyhose if you’re wearing any 👀

Crewel wants you to use your words~ he loves hearing his favorite professor beg for release, loves watching your face contort with pleasure because of him

He loves your noises and actually would punish you if you tried to hide them!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked using toys on you to further your pleasure~

Gives you the sexiest eyes and smirks when you tell him you’re going to cum

“Oh- oh Great Seven, Divus…” you moan. Your arms were tied behind you as Crewel’s signature red tie obscured your vision. As he flicks his tongue over your clit with fervor you can feel how his fingers scissor open your wet pussy. “Oh, haaanh, shit!!!” You closed your legs instinctively, and gasped when he forces them back open. He tsks and stops altogether, eliciting a pained whine from your throat. “Now now darling, you know what happens to naughty girls, right?” You knew. He wouldn’t let you cum, at least not for a while. “N-no, master, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be so good! Please, please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl for you, master Divus..!” You whined, tears staining his red tie. Crewel knew how stressful your day was so he decided to let you off the hook. “Mm, fine pup, you’ve had a stressful day. Cum on my tongue, if you so wish~”

Receiving

As much as Crewel loves giving oral, he LOVES receiving from you. You would be crouched down under his desk after hours while he’s grading papers.

It all starts with him texting you about how he “needs help grading.” You don’t expect THIS kind of help, but the idea gets you excited nonetheless.

Crewel would be sadistic - stuffing a vibrator into your pussy or ass while he’s having you service his cock. It’s not necessarily for your own pleasure but more for the idea of him controlling your orgasms and seeing you fall apart under him.

Has a remote that controls the speed and intensity of his toys~

Has a poker face the majority of the time when you’re doing it in his office until he’s close~

Oh! He also likes putting a choker and leash around your neck to see how obedient you are ❤️

Divus pulled lightly on the leash around your neck, signaling he wanted you to go deeper. You obliged, moaning around his cock. The vibrator that was plunging into your cunt had you practically dripping onto the floor beneath you. Your bottom half writhed in pleasure as your noises sent vibrations through to Crewel. “My beautiful pet, I’m getting close… be a good girl and cum with me, won’t you?” He suddenly grabbed a remote and raised the intensity of the vibrator to max, causing you to scream around his cock. “Mmph!!” You began to suck harder, tears rolling down your face onto his thighs. When Crewel finally saw your eyes rolling back he suddenly released his hot seed into your throat, making you sputter and gag. You swallowed and proceeded to open your mouth to Crewel who was pleased with your empty mouth. “What a good girl for me…”

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Longest thing I’ve ever written, and it only took *checks notes*…..A DAY!? Two days??? I think two days I’ve been working on this since Wednesday and it’s 2:21am on a Friday, im gonna say two days, you know the drill! 🔞18+ ONLY 🔞

Also! @r0-boat I adore her! I’m always over there and they gave me this amazing idea, cause I’ll put myself here, it’s late so I’m probably passing out, but it’s me, I’m noodle, I’m the harlot in theory, that being said my inbox is open, I need writing juices and I’m dumb.

Legends Arceus Ingo x reader

CW : injured, hurt/comfort, slight breeding kink, reunion sex

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Ingo wakes up with the same routine as usual, wake up, brush teeth, make his rounds, checking for any disturbances, and grab small food items like berries from time to time, repeat, maybe something different if Irida said so, it’s been like this since he got here, how long had he been in Hisui anyways? He can’t recall as the days blur and blend together.

Ingo does everything he can to make himself busy, for some reason he hates being at his camp site, it always feels so empty and devoid of life despite being with his Pokémon, he only stays at his tent when it’s time to eat and sleep, even then doing those is difficult, he swears he can hear people talking, who? He’d never know, but it sounds like two people in a playful argument over something, and sleeping is a disaster, his small cot feel so big and empty, like something was missing, but no matter how much he rearranged it or fixed it up, it still felt hollow, but with all the recent rift problems and the nobles being frenzied he has found himself more than busy.

Like each morning he checks his necklace to see if it’s still there, he made sure it was hidden under his shirt after the first time he lost it, it brings me contentment and joy that he can’t explain, he never wants to lose it again, but looking at it makes him feel better.

Today was different however, Irida ordered him to head to Jubilife village to aid the new comer, she has informed him much about the other who had fallen from the sky, an outsider much like him, he was asked to help them and so he shall, not like he is anything else to do, and if their next stop is calming lord Electrode they’d need all the help they can get, especially with how Melli is.

It was still early when he arrived, he figured he’d meet Irida by the training grounds since it’s close to the galaxy team building, it would be easier for Irida to find him if he was there anyways.

He stayed on track not realizing how close he was to the houses until someone opened the door and they almost collided, stepping back before that could happen, to which he gets a look at you, something is so close to clicking, your eyes are wide in shock as you gasp, but there is something else he can’t pinpoint in your expression, he is quick to recover, grabbing the brim of his hat out of habit.

“Good morning one from the sky, I am deeply sorry for almost running into you like that.”

You looked so stunned and almost hurt? But surely he was mistaken, however he can’t ignore this feeling, you’re so mesmerizing, gorgeous, his heart feels like it’s ready to burst with the sudden affection, but you’re a stranger, how could he say he loves you after just meeting you?

They longer you two stood there, staring at each other the more he felt, your eyes bring out a long forgotten memory, he is in a building, that’s all he knows and you running into him, same shocked but guilty expression as you profusely apologize, but he can’t remember anything else.

“It’s okay, no harm done.” You give him such a pathetic smile, you look in the verge of tears but it’s clear he doesn’t remember you, he would’ve had you in a death grip by now if he did, at first you were just too stunned at seeing your missing husband after al this time, but with his own expression it was obvious you were a stranger to him.

Ingo watches as you walk to the galaxy team building, and disappear behind the large doors, it felt wrong to not have you beside him anymore, it’s making his head hurt trying to think, eventually the meeting was over and done with as Irida called you over to the training grounds.

The clan leader was quick with introductions.

“This is Lady Sneasler’s warden, he is just like you too! We found him washed ashore by one of our settlements, with no memory aside from his name.”

Ingo grabs his hat again, he is so nervous for some reason, what are you doing to him, do you even realize it?

“Pleased to properly meet you, I apologize for the about how-do-you-do before, I am Warden Ingo, I understand you’ll need help from Lady Sneasler in order to meet Electrode Whether she’ll see fit to help you, however, we can only find out by making the journey. Now, let’s have a safe journey to Mount Coronet! All aboard!"

Giving his signature pose, but you could only give him a laugh.

“You still haven’t changed a bit I see.”

It was all you said before wandering off, for the first time since he’s been here his stoic face morphs to one of shock and confusion, his mind reeling at just one sentence, that explains it! You knew him!

When you met him at the base of the mountain he began talking to you, mostly rambling about whatever he could remember, you are so kind to him during this, when he started asking questions you gently told him.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you or make you feel awful in anyway, I’ll help you with your memories, de- I mean Ingo, but we must space it out some, yeah? Too much too quickly could be harmful.” You looked just as desperate as he did, but to took your word for it before asking for a battle.

It felt so natural, it felt like he was on the right track.

You didn’t make it to Electrode as scheduled, you both took a rest near by, resting, it felt nice to be by you, the warmth he was missing in his time here was back.

“Do you want something to eat? I packed some snacks and found some berries just in case.”

You watched him think for a moment before he agrees “I could use something to eat, it has been a while since I last ate something.”

“Ingo! I swear you and that workaholic nature of yours will be the death of you, you can’t do much if you’re starving.” You were furiously looking through your bag to give him a larger snack while you scolded him.

Meanwhile the tired man could only look at you with a tender expression, his heart was racing, this felt nice, you were worried about him, quickly snapping out of his stupor as you handed him a honey cake and a few oran berries.

“There I have more of you want seconds, be sure to take it slow though, since you haven’t been eating for a while you don’t want to upset your stomach.”

A memory comes back to him, you two in what he can only guess is a modern kitchen, with you standing at the stove making him a stew? He isn’t sure, but you’re scolding him? Talking to him? He can’t hear what’s being said, but you do look adorable in an apron.

“Ingo are you there? You okay?”

He quickly looks towards your worried face “I am fine, no worries!” He eats his share and once you are done as well it’s back to the plan.

“Final stop, Lord Electrode, all aboard!”

At this point Melli is getting on your last nerve, the only man you’ve ever wanted to punch this badly is that smug elite four bastard back home.

While you went into the Moonview area, the rest watched from a distance, the professor looks nervous like he will pass out at any moment, two galaxy team guards are next to him, ready for when that happens, Melli is glaring and huffing, whining to a worried Adaman that you’re going to ruin the all almighty Sinnoh’s gift, Ingo however couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he wants to rush in there and get you away from that frenzied noble.

You were doing amazing thus far, you took the advice you were given and didn’t stop moving, you couldn’t risk slowly down or speeding up, there was so much going on voltorbs falling and self destructing, energy blast which you could only assume was energy ball that wouldn’t stop following you, you didn’t have time to think, it was by chance, a voltorb threw you off your rhythm, you weren’t hurt by that but it made you stumble, next thing you knew you were hit with thunder, you couldn’t hear, you couldn’t hear the panicked voices of the others, or couldn’t hear Ingo screaming, or the others yelling at him to stay back, or the tussle of holding the warden back.

You were back up as quickly as you could, back into your pattern and finally calming the noble, the now happy Electrode gave you a plate and went on its way.

So when did you end up in a tent? Groggily you slowly moved to rub your eyes, noticing how much it hurt to move, man that Electrode hits like a truck.

“You’re awake!”

You groan at the sudden loudness, sinking further into the futon, squinting your eyes to see professor Laventon fully opening the tent flap.

“You had us all worried sick when you collapsed, are you thirsty? Ingo brought some water, currently he is looking for tea leaves too, but just hydrate first, yeah?”

You sit up a bit to chugged the water, not realizing how thirsty you really were, handing the cup back.

“Thank you, what all happened? Last I remember was getting the plate from Electrode and then I was here.” You lay completely back down.

The professor gives you a concerned look “well after that you stumbled, you looked off balance and then next thing we know you were on the ground, I honestly don’t think I’ve seen a small group of people cause such a panic, the guards and Adaman had to keep Ingo back after you were attacked in the first place, but then Adaman had to force Melli to help in holding the man back, can you believe that for such a lanky man he is so strong?”

Obviously trying to lighten the mood but you were stunned, Ingo panicked? He doesn’t remember you but does he still feel it in his heart? You’d have to ask him once he is back.

You tried staying awake but the exhaustion was too strong and you ended up fall asleep.

By the time Ingo came back with tea leaves you were resting, the professor said they needed to move you and get you back to the village where you’d be safer and had access to better help, which Ingo was quick on doing, handing the guards his finds he crouched at your side, you looked peaceful, he hoped he wouldn’t wake you when doing this, getting one arm under your legs and the other under your back he picked you up bridal style, making sure you were well supported as he rests you against his chest.

“You know you don’t have to carry them, right? We have a….what’s with that look?” The gaurd was quick to shut up as the warden’s expression fell grim, the hat shading his eyes almost made them look like they were glowing as Ingo’s face was hardened into a fierce glare before walking passed the guard to the village.

It would be a while, but that’s what made him worry, you didn’t wake up the entire trip back, but the nurse said you were just exhausted, having not taking care of yourself since you got here, mixed with all the work and then getting hit with an electrical attack? Yeah you were out.

And Ingo didn’t leave your side, he took you right back to your home, laying you on your futon, making sure you were comfortable until you woke up.

But it gave him plenty of time to think, when you were struck he didn’t realize he was screaming until he wondered why his throat hurt, all sorts of feelings hit him all at once, but all he could think about was getting to you to make sure you were okay, but you got right back up and finished your task, he had started to calm down, as they all waited with baited breaths for you to walk over to the camp site that the galaxy team had set up, watching you fall right back over not moving at all sent him into a panicked frenzy.

But why!? That’s all he could ask, why all these emotions but hardly any memories, to his mind you were a stranger, to his heart you were the holder, he wanted to hold you, to kiss you, to wake up next to you, to hold your hand, to whisper words of love to you, he wants to see your sweet bashful face, he wants to see your face smitten just as he is.

Reaching into his shirt he pulls out and holds his ring, hoping it’ll give him peace like it always does, he just needs a clear head, he can’t untangle all these webs if he can’t, you were right, he needs to take this process slow if he wants to get anywhere.

You stayed like this for another hour, of Ingo sitting next to his, his coat over your sleeping form as he stared at his ring, taking in all its details until you started to stir, he lets go of his ring as you awake with a groan, trying to sit up.

“Take it easy, you need rest.”

“Mmm sorry, but my bones feel like I’m 97 with arthritis.” Some of your joints pop as you move.

You smile at his laugh as he gently pushes you back down, you raise your hand to your forehead, another miserable sound leaves you.

“I got such a headache, you’d think sleeping that long it would’ve gone away by now.”

Ingo hums before handing you two cups, one with water and one with tea.

“It’s possible you aren’t hydrated enough or the fact that you haven’t had any food since our unscheduled stop before you calmed Lord Electrode, I’ll make you some stew.”

You take slow sips of each drink watching the lanky man move around your small kitchen, finally having time to take in his new appearance, the dark bags under his eyes and goatee aside, he has been hunched over most of the time, you’ve only seen him straighten his back when doing his iconic pose, before slouching again, but his build is….different? Him and Emmet have always been tall string bean men, a thought you chuckle at, you remember the sound Emmet made when you first said that, he was so offended he didn’t forgive you until you took him to his favorite bakery.

But Ingo looked like he had some strength to him, almost hardened by the dangerous environment that is Hisui, for you is stoic expression was easy to read, having been with him back in Unova for years, but now his expression is hollow? No it’s more sunken in, like he is constantly on edge, almost sad but unsure of what he himself is sad about.

Watching him cook though was nice, it reminded you of all the times where you two would cook together, or if you were sick or tired he’d take over, he only asked you’d sit in the kitchen with him as he loved spending time with you, he always had a soft spot for domestic things.

You are brought back to reality when he hands you a bowl of stew.

“Thank you, you don’t have to do all this for me though.” Taking the bowl you dig in not realizing just how hungry you really were.

“I didn’t but I wanted to.” Just six simple words and your heart is already racing, you’ve missed him so much, the bed back in your shared house felt so empty and cold without him, even when cuddling your Pokémon you felt lonely, Ingo always loved cuddling, he liked knowing you were there, two years without him was hell, you couldn’t sleep you couldn’t eat, you could hardly work, sleep only came to you if you sobbed yourself into exhaustion.

But here he was, he may not remember, but at least he was alive, that’s all you ever wanted to know the day he went missing.

“The stew was great! It really it the spot.”

His face softens, there is the happy face you have missed.

“I’m glad you like it, you need to keep your energy and strength up if you wish to heal faster.”

You smile as he rambles on about how important it is for you to rest, you reminisce of the days of old, how he was giving you the same lecture he did months before he vanished after you caught a cold and you tried getting up to help him with dishes, he cooked that night so it was only fair, but he didn’t think so then, even with no memory Ingo hasn’t changed much.

You notice he had stopped talking, coming back from your thoughts you see his eyes looking anywhere but at you as a blush is obvious on his face, you were staring a little too obviously then you softly laugh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but what can I say? You’re a very handsome man.”

You laugh again, a bit louder seeing him try to hide behind his hat.

“Okay okay I’m truly sorry this time, I’ll knock it off.”

A smile never left your face as you spoke “it’s late you know, i have some spare bedding for you if you’d like, you shouldn’t head back to the highlands this late, a little too dangerous.”

Ingo looks out your window and realizes you were right, time with you seems to fly by, with a nod he sets up a spot next to yours, a far away as possible but between you and the door, a small sentiment that tugs at your heart strings, he has always been the sweetest man.

You both got settled for the night, as you two talked about anything you could think of, how has his life been here, how were you adjusting to Hisui, where your favorite spots were in the region so far, and it eventually ended with his one of his hands in yours, with you gently tracing the scars on it.

He was stunned at just how soft your hands were, his are so calloused, scarred, and cold, yours felt soft and warm, a few scars on them but those almost blended in.

“Can I hear the story behind these before I fall asleep?” You gave him the sweetest puppy dog look, begging for the story, he felt his natural frown twitch, like he wanted to smile.

“Not much of a story I’m afraid, Lady Sneasler had a few babies that I was tasked to help with, baby sneasles are very precious, but once they started teething I became their chew toy, these scars are mostly from them, the others came from my own foolishness when I slipped and caught my hands on sharp rocks.”

You hum, gently moving his hand closer and properly falling asleep practically cuddling his hand, his face felt like it was on fire, when was the last time he was ever touched or held by someone? Especially so gently, sleeping next to you made him feel almost whole again, like this was where he was meant to be.

The next morning when he woke up he was closer to you than previously, his alabaster eyes couldn’t look away, you looked like a angel, he feels like he’s been here before, he feels like he has seen this many times, he looks between you two, you’re still holding his hand, it seems you never released him in your sleep.

The sunlight shining through the window reflected off something that caught his eye, there on your hand was a ring, a matching ring to his, his eyes darting between your resting face and the ring, before he takes a sharp inhale, eyes widen, he is silent for a few seconds before he lets out an anguished wail which startles you awake, you barely had time to process anything before you’re being pulled into his chest, he is wracked with sobs as he holds you close, almost as if he is trying to fuse to you, your arms around quick to go around him as best you can, one of your hands settles on his cheek trying to gently calm him down.

“I’m sorry! Oh Sinnoh above I’m so sorry! I-how could I-“ Ingo keeps tripping over his words, his brain in shambles.

“Ingo, it’s okay, hey shh it’s okay.” You lay your head under his chin, hoping the contact will help, and it does, his grip while still firm, lessens, his breathing begins to even out as he relaxes.

“I’m so sorry, what kind of man forgets his wife? You must’ve been so hurt when I didn’t recognize you, how could I put you through that?”

He was about to continue until he feels you starting to shake, now you’re crying, clinging to him like he is your only life line, like if you don’t he will disappear again.

“I missed you so much, you were just gone! I-I thought I had done something wrong to drive you away, I knew that wasn’t the case once I spoke to others, but I was so worried! You weren’t anywhere, and then I found you, by Arceus I found you, but you didn’t know, you aren’t to blame for any of this, or not remembering, that’s not your fault, the feelings are there, I’m just more happy, overjoyed that you’re alive, and that I get to see you again.”

You both cried, holding each other, most the morning, having finally settled down around noon you spent the rest of the day helping him remember a few more things, your absolutely favorite is telling him some stories that are embarrassing to him but gold to you, and watching him feel the second hand embarrassment, you both bonding once more, Ingo now knows he was right all along, his bed was far too empty and lonely, it’s gotten much better with you here.

By the time the sun was setting, you were feeling much better, and with that Ingo packed a few things and asked if you two could go to the highlands, he wants to go somewhere where you two can have privacy, his exact words being “these house walls are much to thin, I’m sure your neighbors heard our entire heart to heart, and I’d much rather keep stuff like that private.”

You cringe a bit “yeah okay you win, anywhere particular in mind?”

“Mmm I know of a good spot, and since your team won’t be coming with us, it’ll be perfect.”

And with that you two were off, he took you to the fable springs further in the back, the mountain almost forming a circle around this area and he lays a blanket down for you two to star gaze on.

One way or another you ended up laying on his chest, listening to his speeding heart beat, you look up at him only see he is looking back at you but neither of you look away, in such a soft moment you both leaned in for a just as soft kiss, tears pricking your eyes, two years without him, two years without his touch, two years without his kisses, two years without his sweet words, you’ll admit your desperate, you finally have him in your arms once again, how could you not want more?

You feel his scarred hands take hold of your hips as your hands cup his face, trying to pour all your feelings out into this kiss, you both pull away to catch your breathes, his eyes glow in the moonlight, filled with unshed tears, your breath gone in an instant at the rare sight of your sweet Ingo smiling, resting your forehead on his as your tears begin to fall.

“I love you.” Spoken so softly he almost missed it as you kiss him again, the lip lock slowly getting heated, it was a new sensation to feel his goatee against you, an even newer one of his rough hands sliding under your shirt.

You kiss a trail down to his neck, while you know his body like the black of your hand, you wish to savor this moment, quick to litter his neck with wet kisses and the occasional bite, glancing up you see his face burning bright red, silver eyes looking away from you, his body trembling.

“Ingo, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, we can stop here if you’d like.” You gently run your hands up and down his arms, trying to calm him down.

“No! I-I mean please continue, it’s just…I haven’t been touched since I’ve been in Hisui, all of this is so new to me yet familiar.” The bashful look on his face makes your heart race.

You lean back up to give him a soft sweet peck before sitting up.

“Well then, I think it’s high time the warden gets the reward he deserves, don’t you think?” Your sultry grin as you pull his pearl clan tunic off, exposing his skin to the cool night air, as you didn’t give him any time to argue.

“You’re so handsome, after all this time you’re still just as perfect.”

His hat had gotten knocked off in the process, to make your way down, kissing his chest and every scar you find along the way as well as tracing them, his torso had so many.

“Even now you’re still so beautiful.” You mutter in between kisses, hands caressing his chest and down to his very prominent bulge.

You had just reached eye level with to his box, you keep eye contact as you unbuckle his belt and pull them down, you weren’t expecting him to be so hard, granted Ingo has always been easy to tease he was usually very good at hiding it, but after years of nothing he was sensitive, but how sensitive? You couldn’t wait to find out.

You kiss your way down his length all the way to the base before licking a stripe up the underside of it, the poor warden gripped the blanket under him till his knuckles turned white, the sound he made was like the air got knocked out of him.

Giving a wet sloppy kiss to the tip before slowly working your mouth down on his, holding his hips down as he tries to buck into your mouth, with a soft him you begin sucking, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm as to not overstimulate him too much, not yet at least.

What you adored most was Ingo was a very loud man, a very reactive one too, and it shows when he is squirming and moaning above you.

“Oh! Oh my-fuck! My love, ah! So good.” His words and sounds go straight to your core, you wanted to take this slow, to enjoy this all once more with him, but you had been so slowly without him, so to have not only him, but his sounds and his taste back, it was consuming your senses.

Ingo screams at the sudden rush of pleasure, his back arching as you shove him deep into your throat, he could feel every twitch over your throat, his mind turning into mush as your own moans vibrate against him.

He shakily sits up with his elbows, looking down at you, meeting your watery gaze, you made a show of slowly coming up from his base to his tip with a strong suck before you release his dick with a shaky gasp, licking up the over flowing precum.

“Fuuuck! You taste so good.” You moan as you keep pumping his dick, “I want more, Please Ingo? Can you cum for me? I want it all.” You keep your eyes on him as you suck the head of cock with renewed passion as you keep stroking what wasn’t in your mouth.

Ingo bites his kiss bruised lip to try and not to cry out as he cums, he trembles at the feeling but quickly fails at being quiet when he falls back, hand holding the back of your head as you slam him back down your throat, swallowing all he has to offer.

Laying back dazed but feeling oh so good, he couldn’t believe this was all happening, and with you, even though he just remembered you this morning, there are still so many emotions that are all so overwhelming.

You slowly pull your mouth off him, placing a kiss on his inner thigh.

“Was that good, my love? Are you okay?” You move up to be face to face with him, moving a hand to cup his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb as one of his own hands shakily holds your hand.

“I’m more than alright, that was magnificent, but I wish to return the favor.” Sitting up your now seated on his lap, arms around his neck as he pulls you closer to him.

“Oh Ingo you don’t have to.” You are instantly silenced by the look in his eyes.

“But I want to, I want nothing more than to take care of you.” And with that you were in your back with him towering over you, you can definitely see the changes to his frame now.

The warden chuckles at your flushed face before he undos your kimono and bra, leaving your top half exposed, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, you haven’t been with another since his disappearance, so it’s a little nerve racking.

But he is quick to cover your body with his, the sweet kisses along your neck, the subtle scraping of his goatee on your skin, his rough hands sliding up your body, squeezing every so often until he reaches your chest, squeezing your breasts in a tender caress, thumbs brushing against your pebbling nipples, taking his time in making his way down kissing as he goes, he moves his hands to pull your shorts off.

Ingo is shocked to see a translucent string connecting you and your shorts before it broke, you looked so bashful.

“Sorry I…it’s been so long, and you’re always so vocal, it’s hot.”

Ingo places a kiss to your ankle that was up by his face.

“You have nothing to apologize for, my beloved, I’m more than happy to show you how much I appreciate it.”

That was your only warning before his face was between your thighs, gingerly placing kisses along your inner thigh with a bite, making sure to suck some marks on your skin, he is going off instincts, trusting his gut to guide him.

Ingo glides his tongue from your wet hole to your clit, moaning right along side you, by the gods you taste divine!

He grasps your thighs to hold your open for him, placing little kitten licks where he could, his tongue carefully pushing a little into your heat, before pulling it back and moving back, and licking his middle and ring fingers before coming back to you, tenderly pushing one in, making sure you’re thoroughly ready for the next one, his tongue making sure your clit gets all the attention it deserve as his fingers pump into you, gently hitting your soft spots.

“Oh Ingo, mmm ah! Still so good, so perfect.”

You breathlessly praise him, your hand moving to rest on the hand holding your legs open, glowing eyes taking in every movement, every sound you make goes right to his dick, the noises you make are so beautiful, as you arch your back or grind against his face.

His lips wrap around your clit, his groans adding to the pleasure while his fingers pick up speed just enough.

The roughness of his goatee and calloused fingers is such a new feeling, you can’t get over it, rubbing in such the perfect way, you can hardly take it, you give him a tug on his hair as a warning while he works you through of tender orgasm that he is quick to drink from you, the sloppy sounds of him licking you clean fuels your fire for more.

Sitting up he licks his lips “my word, your taste is so addicting.”

Pulling him down for a heated kiss, tongue twisting around the other, arms curled around his neck to keep him close, while he rests on his forearms.

Ingo pulls away “Mmph, do you wish to continue?”

You yank him back down “I’ve waited years to have you again you dork, I’d want nothing more.”

He lets out an airy laugh, looking at you with pure love, pecking your forehead he carefully pushes into you, you jolt slightly clawing at his shoulders, while Ingo forgets how to breathe, only doing so when he bottoms out inside you.

“I love you.” You look up at him, tears welling up in his eyes, “I love you so much.” It’s said in such a hushed breathe, you smile, overjoyed, tears of your own fall.

“I love you too, Ingo.”

Your chests are pressed together, he wants to be as close to you as he possibly can as he begins to move, each thrust is slow but has some force behind it, each of your soft sounds make his heart clench, you’re so precious, but you’re looking at him like he hung the moon and stars.

“Stop looking at me like that, it’s embarrassing.” He darts his eyes away

“How can I not when there is such a strong rugged man on me?” You purr, your sultry voice is making him putty in your hands.

You feel too good to him, and with you talking to him like this, he can’t help it, he starts picking up the pace, sitting up a bit he grabs the back of your thighs to give him more room.

“Mm! I-I do apologize, you feel too good.”

You cry out as he reaches deeper, “fuck, please, more, j-just a little more.”

He can’t handle how pathetic you sound, he wanted to be gentle, but that was going to be much harder than he thought with you clenching around him like this, his thrusts turn merciless, the feeling of your cunt clenching him, trying to suck him back in, your sweet whorish sounds, the sight of how debauched you look was too much, and judging by how you’re trying to milk him dry you’re close too.

“Fill me! Please! Fuck me full!” You throw your head back as his hips stutter.

Do you know what you’re asking for? You whine and back your hips against him, trying to get him back into his rhythm, of course you do, and he can’t deny what the thought of pumping you full with his seed is doing to him.

His eyes roll back as he folds you, put into the prefect breeding press as he thrusts with reckless abandon, his drool dripping down onto to your chest, but you can’t think, your eyes cross as you cry and babble incoherent words.

“Gonna cum! Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!” Your warm wet walls are too much for the former subway boss.

One of his hands shoots down, rubbing your clit, the rough texture of his thumb along with his brutal thrusts send you over, you dig your nails into his back to ground yourself, all the while Ingo isn’t letting up.

“Ingo! Fuck t-too much! S’too much! Please, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!”

You both cry out, Ingo’s voice almost deafening yours, you can feel his warm cum in your battered pussy, you whine softly, a feeling you had forgotten as he thrusts a few more times making sure you take all his cum before pulling out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get off track like that.”

You huff playfully “I missed that, I missed you, now are you going to cuddle me or what?”

“But we should get you cleaned up first!”

“We can worry about that later when we head back to your camp site, for right now I just want to hold you.”

Your simple request was met with him cozying up next to you as you both held each other, your head on his chest while his was resting on your head, he felt like he was at home, he was loved, this is all he wanted.

#pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon fanfic #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon smut #Ingo is hot #your honor I love him #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader smut

[huenjin]

domestic disturbance.

summary — there's a murder in the richest neighborhood of seoul and there's no better detectives to find the killer besides you and bang chan. or, in which you and chan have to be a pretend couple to catch a killer.

pairing — bang chan x reader

genre — fluff, crime, smut | detectives!au, fwb!au, fake marriage!au

word count — 21k words.

warnings — mentions of crime, ie, blood, killings, (one line of) gruesome murder scene, language, along with a whodunnit plot, mentions of cheating (not the main leads), and smut | smut specifications under the cut

smut specs. — established fwb!au where they know each other's limits already, dirty talk, praise kink, grinding, marking and hickeys, choking/asphyxiation, nipple play, breast play, sex in multiple places (on the table, against the wall, on the bed), blowjob, face fucking, deepthroating, cunnilingus, clitoral stimulation, cervical stimulation, edging, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, fingering, creampie, size kink. oh well!

note — this is part of the christmas collab i’m hosting with few other mutuals. i hated this fic and then fell in love madly with it, so yes, this is my baby. there is a plot and so it’s like 50% fluff, 30% crime and 20% smut, okay? i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i loved writing it! much love x

"Did I have to come in today?" 

"Mayor Arsehole came in," you hear from the phone and you quickly hop off your bed, throwing the phone back on to the bed after putting it on speaker and rushing to the washroom to grab your toothbrush.

"What does he want now?"

You squeeze the end of the toothpaste carefully, pushing a good amount of toothpaste onto the bristles of the brush before shoving it into your mouth, brushing against the enamel of your teeth quickly and you rush back to your bed.

Chan, on the other end of the phone, plays with the pen on his table, clicking the piston on the top of the mechanical device. He watches the Mayor move his hands dramatically and the Captain trying to make the Mayor understand.

He gets back to you. Dropping the pen, he sits up straight, "Anyhow, come in quick. My gut tells me that they'll call us in, so make it quick. Wait—"

You rush back to the bathroom in a hurry, spitting into the sink and turning the tap on, quickly cleaning your mouth and your face, following a small skincare routine that fits your busy schedule.

"What?" You say after forever and Chan screams, "I knew it."

"Did you just wake up?"

"Yes," you respond, and pull your clothes up from your body and down by the side of the bed mindlessly. 

"Holy shit," Chan laughs. "It's nine. Han's going to be so mad. He thinks you're in office already." You hear his chair reclining back and you roll your eyes. "Plus," his voice lowers and you stop in your tracks, hand midway to grab your faux leather jacket.

"What now?"

"I didn't even keep you occupied last night," Chan teases. "Imagine if I did."

"I'm hanging up, you bastard," you yell and Chan laughs, his laughter resonating through your small room and making you smile softly. 

"Come quickly, little minx," and he hangs up. You hop back onto your bed, and pulling the pair of thigh high boots you always wear from underneath the wooden framing of the bed, you bury your feet into them and look at your phone.

Bang Christopher Chan is perhaps the only reason you are excited to go to work. That, and lying, murderous bastards.

Down at the station, twenty minutes later (still possibly the best record you've held so far), you rush into the office, heels clinking against the tiles and Chan's waiting for you by his cubicle, smirk prominent on his face and arms folded. 

"The queen's here," he teases and you glare. Huffing as you pause right in front of him, you look over his shoulder to see the Mayor still talking to the Captain.

"I'm not late," you squeal, hitting the air in joy and Chan lets you have your moment before sitting back on his chair and breaking it.

"They called for us twice already," Chan tells you and you shudder at the impending doom. You can already feel Captain Han talking about cutting your paychecks for the month for tardiness. You sit on his table, one leg on the ground and the other dangling, heel slightly grazing Chan's black denims.

"What did you tell them?"

He picks up the pen and stares at you, clicking the pen. You narrow your eyes at him, staring at the pen and mumbling, "Stop that, Chan. I've told you it's annoying."

"I do it to annoy you. That's the whole point," he raises his eyebrows obviously and you click your tongue against him and move closer.

"Now," you press on. "What did you tell Ji?"

"Oh, that you have diarrhoea?"

"What the fuck?" And you bend forward, hitting the built man before you, your fists hammering down on his hard biceps and chest. "Why would you say that?"

Chan raises his hands in defense, trying to block as many of your hits as possible. He whines, laughing amusingly at your reaction. He holds your wrists quickly to halt your actions and tugging at them, pulling you closer, he raises an eyebrow, "What else am I supposed to say? That you didn't come in yet?"

You gulp, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden intimacy that you pull yourself away and sit straight, dangling your legs slightly. You tilt your head and look at him. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you say, "Valid point you make there, sir."

"When have I not made valid points?" Chan leans back on his chair, arms folded and he looks at you intently, his eyes staring into your soul and you raise your eyebrows. 

"Wh—"

"The two of you," you hear the voice boom through the room. Chan and you turn your heads to look at Captain Han Jisung pop his head through the slightly opened door and calling the two of you. "In my room, now."

"Uh oh," Chan mumbles under his breath as he stands up. "Someone's in trouble."

"It's probably you," you glare at him. Hopping off his table, you stand firmly on your boots, tapping your feet slightly in confidence. Chan walks forward and you take longer strides to keep up with him.

"It could never be me. I'm the district's star detective."

"When hell turns cold, yeah."

You and Chan step into Captain Han Jisung's office. He sits behind the wooden desk and Deputy Mayor Seo Changbin stands next to him. The glass walls behind him show a clear view of the beautiful city of Seoul. You smile as you proceed to sit before the Captain, leg on top of the other. Chan sits next to you.

The pictures from a file are scattered all over his table, facing the two of you and your hand instinctively reaches out to grab one. It's a man's body — gruesome enough with the blood that covers it — impaled brutally on the sharp fence spikes.

Chan's eyebrows shoot up and he coughs in surprise. He looks at Jisung with disdain for a short minute before he says, "That is totally not helping with my holiday spirits, Han."

"Captain Han," Jisung reaffirms as he looks at Chan with a glare and gestures at how he should show him respect at least in front of the Deputy Mayor. You chuckle slightly under your breath before putting the picture back on the table.

"What exactly are we looking at, Captain?"

Jisung clears his throat and bends forward to explain, "That is Kim Jihoon. Or at least whatever is left of him. He was found like this today morning by his neighbour. Apparently he fell three stories from his balcony. Kim Jihoon is a data analyst in Samaun Tech—"

"And more importantly, a model resident in the UN Village community." Changbin is stern and his eyes pierce into both yours and Chan's soul as if it demands the two of you to solve the murder right this minute.

"UN Village?" Chan's eyes narrow and your head turns so quickly to look at him. Does he know of the area? "That's the new gated community down in the city, right?"

Changbin scoffs, smirk plastered on his face as he looks away. "Yes, Detective. It's one of the most luxurious communities in Seoul. I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about it."

"Hey—" You raise your voice to come to Chan's defense. However, the man is quick himself.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I have an idea what it is like. Just a bunch of rich old men sitting with their glasses of wine as they are locked away from the city's woes by their big high walls. I have watched enough Sky Castle."

You laugh, eyes wrinkling in mirth as you hear Chan take offense. You raise your hand up and your partner claps at it, laughing with you. Changbin scoffs again before turning to look at Jisung who clears his throat to stop the two of you from laughing and to bring your attention back.

"I've brought the two of you in here because you will be investigating the death of Jihoon."

"But—"

"It's Christmas in a few days!"

"We're not in office, Ji," you whine. "Felix and Soojin would be taking our shifts for that week. You gave us the permission after the last case. Don't you remember?"

"Is that how much you care about the citizens?" The mayor shoots at the two of you and for a minute, you cower in your seat, before Chan looks at you worriedly as you recoil. 

"Hey, hey, hey," his eyebrows furrow together in anger at the Mayor and you worry if Chan's going to completely lash out. He never did like Changbin in the first place. That and now this and you know this could end bad. "We care enough about the citizens. But look at you. The Mayor comes down personally to hand in a case only when it's some rich community. What? Do you have an apartment there?"

"While you think this highly of me, I can't help but humble myself here," Changbin slams his fist down and Chan rises up. Uh oh! The Mayor edges forward as he continues, "I am very much concerned about the city as well."

"Please," Chan rolls his eyes. Jisung is about to pipe in and stop the conflict when Changbin continues proudly. 

"I'll have you know that the UN Village is one of the most exciting residential areas to live in, in Seoul and is one of the most beneficial developments made in a decade here. If it is successful, I can drive almost millions to the city through estate taxes and commerce. And must I remind you of how that is the biggest point in my political agenda—"

"Your political agenda!" Chan is at his patience's end and your arm stretches out to grip at his shirt, to pull him back from fighting but your partner is so caught up in his anger that he doesn't feel you pull at him. "Must I remind you that you are still the Deputy Mayor!"

"Stop it, both of you!" Jisung slams his hands on the table and you let out an exasperated sigh as you sit up straight. "This is a murder and I won't have the two of you argue over here. Deputy Mayor Seo, if you are done conveying what you came here for, I will have to ask you to leave. I need to talk and assign work to my detectives."

"Absolutely," Changbin smiles widely — almost borderline fake — before walking away and reminding Jisung, "I hope you remember what I asked of you, Captain." He bangs the door shut and Jisung mumbles incoherent words under his breath. Needless to say, it was safe to presume they were words hoping good will for Deputy Mayor Seo Changbin.

"Now the two of you," Jisung points at both Chan and you. He gestures at the built man to sit down. "You will be taking this case up. I will not have a word against it."

"But—"

"Unless you want your sex tape to be released and the two of you want to be suspended for indecent public behaviour."

"What?" Both you and Chan tell at the same time, looking at each other in nothing but sheer confusion and shock at the same time. It was clear that you and him have not made a sex tape or publically — fuck. Unless it is that.

"I mean, I was definitely not interested in seeing my star detectives getting on with each other in the evidence room." Jisung raises his eyebrows.

"Are you blackmailing us, Han?" Chan's tongue prods at his inner cheek in frustration. Today was supposed to be a good day, so he wonders why things are going down the hill.

"I guess." He lifts an eyebrow at you and you click your tongue before leaning forward and taking the picture.

"Fine. I'm in."

"I don't mind getting a copy of the sex tape," Chan mumbles and you hit your partner with your elbow over his nonchalance. You are not going to get suspended. It was too much for your reputation. 

"Good," Jisung smiles. You stare at the picture carefully, looking at how the sharp spikes of the fence pierces into the man's abdomen, pinning him to the fence. Chan is about to take the picture from your hand when you ask,

"This could be an accident."

Chan takes it and looks at it before nodding, "Yeah. You know how rich drunk people are. They might have partied too hard and stumbled and fallen off their balcony."

"I thought that," Jisung mumbles before searching through the pictures. He lifts one off the table and hands it to you. "Until I was informed that this is the second murder UN Village has witnessed in less than a month."

The photo Jisung hands you is of a woman. She lies face down, her stomach pierced through by the sharp spikes of the fence — a bloody contrast to the fresh greens in her yard.

"Why am I celebrating my holidays like this?" Chan groans, as he leans towards you, his arms touching yours. He looks at the pictures and then at you for a short while as he watches you observe the photo carefully. The gears in his head are turning and his emotions are an array of mess but he reminds himself to focus on the case in hand. That is exactly what you would have wanted him to do. 

"She's Yoon Yerin, who lived just up the street from Kim Jihoon. She was found like this two weeks ago." Jisung points out. 

"Can't still label murder, Han. As Y/N said, it could be just an accident. They could be drinking red wine and partying, screwing each other on balconies. Hell, I'm surprised that only two have died so far."

You suppress your amusement and look at Jisung who explains, "I thought the same as well, detectives. The possibility exists—"

"Heh," Chan lifts his lips slightly and nudges you, almost as if he is telling you that the two of you have lesser work to deal with. 

"—but there is also a chance of an exceptional clever murderer behind all this. So please," he turns to look at both you and Chan with an extra intimidating glare, "Look at this case with an open mind."

"You've our word," you smile widely, keeping the photos back in the file. 

"Thank you," the Captain looks comforted. "I cannot hear more from the Mayor, I swear to God. Now, you'll go into UN Village and investigate these deaths as soon as possible."

"And?"

"If there is a murderer, you must identify him as discreetly as possible and if these are just accidents, uhm," Jisung clears his throat, rubbing the back of his head, "We'll just put out a notice in talks of their safety, I guess."

Jisung stretches back in his chair, folding his arms and looking at the two of you proudly, "You guys are the best darn detectives we've got."

"Of course," Chan sneers. "Why else would you take our breaks away using some sex tape as some kind of blackmail? You're a nasty captain."

"He'll be forever salty about this, huh?" Jisung raises an eyebrow at you.

"Nah," you chuckle. "He's secretly overjoyed about being able to work during the holidays."

"As if!"

"We could just go now and investigate—"

"No, you cannot." Jisung sighs. "This is where I'm kind of helpless. The Deputy Mayor specifically mentioned how we are not allowed to poke around, cause chaos and make a scene."

"What? Why?" Chan slightly shifts in his chair, in agitation.

"It'll draw the media in like vultures."

"So?" You furrow your eyebrows. Why does this smell rotten?

"So, the two of you will go in under cover." Jisung smiles. "I doubt it would be an issue for the two of you." 

"Undercover? Undercover as what?"

Twenty fours hours later, you are here. 

A large group of suburbanites are gathered on a perfectly sculpted front lawn. They stand around the stainless steel barbeque rack and are talking. You gaze further, your back pressed against the big lorry that carries furniture to furnish the new house. 

"I can't believe we're doing this," Chan sighs. He helps the man take out the sofas from the lorry. His biceps bulge and you smile, eyes lingering for a minute on the vein that is prominent over it. 

"Please," you laugh, head thrown back. "When I said I wanted to get married, you were there in the list, yes," you tilt your head and snigger. "But you were definitely not my first candidate."

"Lies," Chan teases. "I was your only other candidate, work being the first."

"Don't make me throw this chair at you."

Chan laughs, taking the chair from your hand and walking back in to settle it down onto the floor. Your head shifts back to look at your new neighbours, two of them waving at you and making their way to you. Chan comes out of the house right then, watching the two walk towards you.

Chan bends down to the side to whisper to you, "Do we have to go speak to them? I—"

"Of course. We can't be rude to them."

Chan holds onto your arm, whining like a little child, "But why? I hate rich people."

"Because I'm your wife now," you scrunch your nose at the title. "Listen to me and go with the flow. Just remember that you're Bang Chan, leading specialist in maxillofacial surgeries, hoping to start over in this area of the city—"

"And you're my beautiful wife, my other half, Y/N," he lifts your hand after entangling them with his, your silver ring bright on display and he takes a step forward.

"Now let's go, honey!"

The other couple walks towards the two of you simultaneously, stopping midway upon reaching you. You tilt your head, shifting your gaze to a softer look as you look at the couple, before clutching onto Chan's hand a little tighter.

"Hi, I'm Y/N and this is my husband, Chan. We just moved right next door."

The tall man with a hair messy on top of his head smiles, although it seems very superficial. Yet again, Chan did mention how rich people could never smile sincerely. He tells you, stressing every alternate syllable, "It's so nice to have you here, Y/N, Chan. We are so glad you could shift right before our Annual Holiday Barbeque."

He stretches his arms out towards Chan. Your partner heaves a huge sigh in silently before holding his hand and giving it a firm shake. The other man continues, "I'm Park Rowoon, the president of the local homeowners' association and this beauty here is my wife, Jieun."

Jieun's face contorts into a huge, gleaming and completely insincere grin. She holds onto her husband's bicep, fingers digging into the flesh, "Well, isn't he a dear?" She laughs high pitched. "It's so nice to meet you." She rushes forward to hug you, her arms wrapping around your frame and giggling into your frame. You hug her back, albeit awkwardly, laughing slightly at the gesture.

On the other hand, Rowoon extends his arms out to take Chan's hand in for a shake. The hand holds his, and squeezes it hard enough to hurt as he raises an eyebrow at him. Chan jolts in surprise, trying to squeeze back as he grits his teeth.

You pull back from Jieun and notice the two males holding each other's hands so tightly that it has turned pale. Chan does not seem to back out and rather squeezes back further every single time Rowoon's grip on his tightens. That is, until the older male pulls his hand back and looks at Chan, after shaking his hand a little bit, flexing it.

"You okay, baby?" Jieun rushes to her husband's side, and wrapping her arms around his, she just out her lower lips and looks at him with a dazed and madly-in-love look, "Are you hurt?"

"Nah," he pulls at the dead skin of his lips. "Just the old carpal tunnel acting up. Age, right?" He laughs, locking a fixed gaze at Chan and you quickly rush to his side, locking your arms with his as you laugh.

"Definitely. Don't worry about it. You still look as young and charming as ever."

Rowoon laughs before asking you, "So you're shifting right next door, huh?"

"Yes!" You lift up your lips a lot more than when you usually smile. "Did you see our moving truck? It was quite immediate but I'm glad. This society is so good and just right enough to start a family together." Chan's eyes widen and he looks down at you, nostrils flaring in surprise as he chokes on air. You stand on your toes, kiss his cheek before settling down and smiling at the couple before you. "I desperately want to."

Family? With you? Fuck. 

"Y-yes," Chan's breath hitches and he gets the word out. He'd be down to start a family with you but how could he even suggest a relationship when you just look at him like a friend? A friend who you can come to when you're needy and sexually frustrated.

"My husband's very observant. He saw your truck the other day itself!" Jieun exclaims proudly.

Chan's eyebrows shoot up as he stares at the man. He doesn't already like him and one more wrong step and he is ready to pin some crime down on him. Rowoon is flattered by his wife's comment.

"I do like to keep a close eye on the neighborhood. After all, vigilance is the first step in ensuring a beautiful and safe community. Talking about which, I couldbt help but notice that you have a bird feeder." 

Rowoon stares hard at the wooden bird feeder behind the two of you. Chan and you turn to look at and he laughs. You look proudly at it. A heirloom – almost – of yours, Chan (and Jisung) agrees to let you bring it with you. (They agreed to it when you explained how your neighbors hated you and they would harm it the minute you left sight of it for a long time.) You look at Rowoon with eyes so bright as you begin to explain. Your partner, on the other hand, arms still locked with yours, looks at you with stars beneath his eyes and you are responsible for them. It's admiration. Sheer, peak admiration.

"It's an antique, you know. My grandfather carved it himself out of—"

"Yeah, great, that's lovely." Rowoon cuts you off and the smile disappears off your face, your eyes losing their shine. Chan clutches his fists in anger, head shooting back to face the stupid old man for making his wife mad — his partner sad. The old man continues, "The thing is wooden bird feeders are against the UN Village Homeowners' Charter."

"They are?" You look back at the wooden bird feeder. You bite on the lower lip to hide your disappointment, eyes squeezing shut to hold yourself alright. 

"I'm afraid so." You turn your head back to look at him. Chan quickly unlinks his arms from yours and you look at him, worriedly. Was he going to start a fight? Please, God, no. You glance in worry till he interlocks his fingers with yours as he holds your hand tightly. The warmth seeps through you and your lips pucker unknowingly at how comforted you feel. 

Rowoon continues explaining, "They tend to give off a country farmhouse vibes and aesthetic which is not exactly what we are going for."

"I'm sor—"

Chan clicks his tongue, preventing you from apologising. He pulls you towards him, a little bit closer than the two of you already were. Your partner glares at the man before huffing out loudly and saying, "You run a pretty tight community here, Rowoon, don't you think? Respect the rules or you're out." Rowoon stiffens upon hearing the words before Chan laughs, stretching his other arm out to pat his shoulder. "I'm kidding. Just kidding."

Jieun steps in right then to smoothen out the tension as she claps her hands together, laughing, "Aren't the two of you the cutest? Are you newly weds or?"

"Yes. I mean, it's been a year, but being married to her feels like falling in love all over again for every single day of my life." Chan locks his eyes with you and you gulp. The words hit deep, so deep that you know you shouldn't be fluttered, or flustered. This is Chan. He couldn't be serious.

"Ah, so cute," she squeals. Rowoon looks at his wife with a raised eyebrow before looking at the two of you again.

"Listen. I've to go check on the grill and grab something to eat. You should swing by later tonight and meet the rest of the members of the society. I'm sure they'll love you."

"Of course. We do want to finish a bit of the moving in and stuff today and maybe put up the Christmas decorations soon, but we'll be there. Guaranteed." Chan tugs at your hands to pull you back. You nodded and waved at Jieun. 

"Bye!"

Chan quickly rushes you back into the house before finally letting out a huge sigh. He runs a hand through his hair before letting his back hit the door. You look at him and giggle lightly into your hand. 

"Don't laugh," he glares. "I swear to God, if I have to spent more time talking to Rowoon—"

"You're doing so well, idiot," you laugh, throwing your head back. "We just need to dig in a little bit, talk a lot and confirm that these were accidents."

"Y/N, baby," You breathe slowly upon hearing the term. A sure endearment that Chan has always used but for to hear it roll out of his mouth in places this homely felt different, made you feel different. "If I have to spend more time with Rowoon, I will come up with another theory and it would probably be a suicidal one."

"Don't screw this up, yah!" You hit the back of his head. "The last thing I want is a suspension just because I was caught fucking you in the evidence room."

"Like you didn't enjoy it," Chan leans forward, nose brushing against yours almost. You can feel his breath fanning against your face and the temperature rising. Your hands are firm on his chest before you push him back, fanning yourself with your hand. You tie your hair up into a ponytail before pointing at the boxes by the side of the door.

"Get to work, husband. We don't have time to waste."

"The pepper next to the salt, Chan. Why would you put turmeric there?"

"You'd be one whiny arse motherfucker for a wife," he groans and angrily shuffles the bottles in their right order. "Why are we even arranging all this? Let's just wrap this up in like two days and go celebrate Christmas back at the station."

"I'm not going to take risks. It's Christmas. I celebrate every single Christmas," You mumble. "At least the bare minimum. And if this Christmas has me celebrating it with you, I will. I will give you the best Christmas ever."

"I don't celebrate Christmas, Y/N."

You place the cutlery in the shelves. You leave the kitchen after finishing every single arrangement of the same. Chan follows you into the main living room. You stop in your tracks when you hear Chan say the words and you turn, eyes shooting up.

"Why?"

"Mum left dad in winter. Didn't feel right to celebrate Christmas when she was at home. It's a bitter memory for her, you know?" You nod, eyes looking at him with understanding rather. He sits down, lifting his legs up and stretching it over the table. Your eyes widen and you narrow at his legs.

"Feet. Off. The. Table." You glare. 

"Why?"

"Because it's disgusting." You groan. You sit down by his side once he puts his feet off the table, huffing at you. He turns to look at you and you respond finally.

"Do you, maybe, want to celebrate Christmas with me this year?"

Chan's a romanticist (though he wouldn't ever admit it). He believes in how destiny is meant to unite two people like one magnet for another, one jigsaw piece matching just another. He also believes that you are something special to him because his mind worries over you, his heart gravitates to you in a crowded room. 

Felix told him that it's probably just sheer concern for his longest partner ever. That your heart tends to feel weird stuff for people that protect you, for people that take bullets for you. 

But today, right now, when you tilt your head to the side, resting it on your arm as you wrinkle your eyes in mirth and ask him, his heart skips a beat. Maybe two. He is lost in his thoughts, emotions on an overload and he wonders if you would ever see him in a different light.

"Chan?"

He snaps out of it. He laughs, almost at himself, as he runs his hand through this hair. "Do I have an option? Han made sure our Christmas would be stuck here."

"I'm the best option you have, dude. That, or it was you and your can of beer and your football marathon."

"Maybe."

You still, your head lifting up to look at him. Chan looks at you like he has so much to say to you, so much stuff that conflicts within him but words he would never say out loud. You wish he could. Your head turns to the small Christmas tree inside the house — bare, empty and green. The one extra along with the big one outside every house in the UN Village.

"We could start by decorating that. Yeah."

You hop off the sofa and rush to take the decorative goods from the suitcase. All on command from Captain Han Jisung, courtesy of the very same man who bought so many of the decorations. Chan turns his body, arms folded on the head of the sofa as he watches you scramble in search of something. 

You take the decorative items out from the suitcase, putting it by the side as you search for something. Chan walks towards you, squatting as he watches you look before he holds your wrist and halts your actions.

"What are you searching for? I could help you."

"It's this bluetooth speaker I thought I brought," you shake Chan's grip away before undoing the zip on the other side of the suitcase. "I really thought I brought it. Shit."

"Hey, hey," Chan sits on the floor as he watches you. "It's alright. You can put whatever you want to put on the speaker. It'll be loud enough for the two of us."

You turn to look at him, before falling back on your ass and sitting. You fold your arms around your knees close to your chest and you smile, "You don't mind me blasting Christmas Carols during tree decoration time, right?"

Chan laughs at your innocence. Something so soft, so pure about it, about how you loved Christmas so much. He wants to hold you close — oh so close — the need almost overcomes him but he holds back. 

"I don't mind."

"Yay," you squeal, getting back on your feet and rushing to your phone on the table. "I have this collection of Christmas Carols that we primarily put every year–" Chan watches you scroll through your music library to find the collection and he knows you have when your whole face lights up like the goddamn star on this awfully green tree. "Tada, it starts with my favorite carol, Deck The Halls."

Chan's never understood the hype around carols but for you, he will try today. You increase the volume to the highest, and place the phone back on the table before rushing back to Chan and the suitcase. Your partner takes the fairy lights in his hand and lifting it up, he looks at you quizzically.

"How do you go about this?"

"There's no right or wrong way, Channie. Trust me. We are all swinging it and hoping that it turns out right," you reassure. You take the fairy lights from his hold and stand up. "I can show you what my family does." You walk to the tree, about a good amount of inches taller than you still.

The carol plays in the background like some beautiful serenade wrapping around the two of you. Chan stands a step behind you watching you carefully wrap the fairy lights right around the inside bark of the tree and plug it in to the extension box by the side. The white lights flickered bright and shine on your face that is close to the tree. 

Chan stares. He can't pull away. You hold his breath, captivate his gaze and have him completely enthralled. Your eyes sparkle — hell, you sparkle more than those stupid fairy lights. 

He is so charmed by you that he doesn't realise how you've been trying to catch his attention for a while.

"Chan?" And then you hit his arm, the whole police academy teaching style. "Focus, will you?"

"Fine," and he takes one of the christmas ornaments, hanging them up on one of the spikes. "Is this how it is?"

"You're doing so well, don't worry."

And with the carols in the background, the two of you slowly put the ornaments up, laughing occasionally at Chan wearing the ornaments by hanging them on his ears instead. Another set of fairy lights are draped perfectly over the tree. The stockings are hung by the side and everything is exactly as you remember Christmas decorations to be inside and you realise it's not much different from the Christmases you usually have.

The tree is there. The lights are there. The desserts will be coming. The memories are still made and your loved one is still here. Nothing is different.

"Help me hang the star up," you look at Chan. He tilts his head to the side and his eyes fix on the battery operated star in your hand.

"Did Jisung really give us all that?"

You nod, "Yeah. He told us to sell the story well. Apparently movies lie and that rich people are not all that dumb."

"You sure?" Chan sniggers. "That dude we met there seemed pretty dumb if he wouldn't even let you keep your bird feeder over some stupid aesthetics."

"Don't remind me," you groan. "Now, come here and hold me up." You stretch your arms slightly and Chan's trying his best not to giggle at how cute you looked in the minute. 

His hand is warm against your sweater, heat seeping through as he lifts you up, grip strong on your waist. Your legs intuitively wrap around his torso to protect yourself and you stretch your arms out. You try placing the star above and Chan edges closer to the tree when he knows he's a bit far off. You finally place it successfully above and switch it on. It lights up pretty and your heart warms up at the joy of completing the tree decorations.

And then, Chan suddenly jolts you up in his hold. You fall forward, arms wrapping around his neck and face brough so close to his that you can see the sparkle underneath his eyes that glisten for you. You stiffen in his hold as he wraps his arms around you tighter and in the very next minute, Chan's lips have found yours.

It's soft and gentle as it moves against yours, taking your lower lip within seconds. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion and the reconfirmation of million memories spent together. It moves so gently against his plump ones that you know you're drowning in everything Bang Chan is and that it's creeping — he is creeping slowly into your veins and contaminating your being to a point where it would hurt to live without him.

Chan holds you tightly against him, holding your entire weight in his arms like you are his whole world. His hands squeeze your waist as if he is reminding himself that you are still here with him, sharing this holiday with him. And when Chan pulls back, you realise.

In his kiss, you are home.

"Why did you—" You barely manage to piece words together with the help of your clouded brain. "Uhm, why did you kiss me?"

Chan blushes. The apples of his cheeks heat up at the sudden question and it surprises him how he could still blush at you after all this while. He looks behind you, trying to stall away some time from answering until his eyes land on the creeping mistletoe with white buds around.

"Mistletoe!"

"What?"

"Behind you," Chan points, holding you up with one arm wrapped around your waist. "There!" You turn to look behind, one arm still around his neck while the other is by your side. 

"Oh, it's a mistletoe." You blush and look down at how Chan holds you up. "You could put me down now, Chan."

"Oh yeah." And he slowly lowers you down onto the ground. His cheeks are still stained slightly before he rubs his fingers, fidgeting with it and finally exclaiming, "Ah look at the time. We've got to get ready for taht barbecue shit they are hosting." He turns you around and pushes you to the room the two of you are sharing. "Hurry!"

You laugh, head still dazed over the kiss. It goes back and repeats it over and over again till you feel the temperature in you shoot up and has you wanting emotionally so much more.

After all, this was the first time Chan has kissed you like that and it did not end with sex.

The smell hits your nose before anything else. The smell of fresh beef being roasted and the toxic smell of rich people partying. Although you cannot quite exactly explain how rich people smell if someone asked you. They just smell. . . rich.

Dammit. Now you'll associate this fine rich smell of first class beef with stupid rich people. 

"At least it's good meat." You mumble.

"That's what she said," Chan laughs at his own joke. You open your mouth in disbelief, nudging him with your elbow. Across the lawn, by the pool side of Jieun's lawn, you see her and a couple of other ladies waving at you to come towards them.

"I'll have to go over there. Anyhow, get as much as information as you can, alright?" You turn to look at Chan before walking backwards. "I'll come over soon once it gets too nauseating for me, please."

"Sure," he waves at you and you turn around and walk as elegantly as possible to the posh ladies sitting there. Chan, on the other hand, decides to head to the group around Rowoon that almost look like a bunch of Mayor Arseholes to him.

You walk towards Jieun who is sitting a hot tub. The hot tub bubbles and you raise an eyebrow at the amount of wealth this family has amassed over the years. A table full of snacks rests under a nice canopy and a very intoxicated lady sways from the left to the right by the side of it. 

"Sookyung-ah," Jieun waves at the inebriated female, "Meet the newest member of our little neighbourhood, Y/N."

Sookyung is loud. So loud that you wonder maybe Chan is right about rich people — that they drink, merry and party all day long. She waves her hands, eyes blinking a little too much as she welcomes you, "Nice to meet you! Have a drink!"

She shoves a big glass of brownish looking liquor that reeks of rum. You take a sip of it courteously. The liquid flows down your throat, the burning feeling distinct on your throat. Your eyes wrinkle in surprise, "That's strong, whoa."

"Of course, darling, it is," she smiles widely and it should have repulsed you. However, it is the only genuine smile you have found in this whole neighborhood so far. Sookyung continues, "How else are we supposed to get through the day?"

"Is this how it usually goes?" You laugh nervously. "Us girls sneak off to grab a drink while the boys beat the chests out at front?"

"Ooh," Sookyung gushes. "I think I'm going to like you a lot, darling." 

Jieun takes a sip of her orange coloured cocktail as she circles her glass lightly, letting the liquid shake inside. You tilt your head backwards, staring up at the stars only to notice how it is a full moon tonight. A soft smile spreads across your lips as you think of the one person you associate with the moon; your partner.

Jieun leans forward after placing her drink back on the table. She nudges Sookyung and raises an eyebrow at you, "Sookyung-ah, did you see her husband?"

You blush at the term. This will take a while to get used to. "Was he the tall, broad shouldered guy in the suit?" She hums in approval and your eyebrows furrow downward in displeasure. "Talk about a prime cut of meat!"

"I know, right?" Jieun giggles. "I saw him and started to drool."

Your cheeks heat up ridiculously. You can feel your heart beating a lot quicker and it is a weird sense of pride that swells up within you over a man you can't even completely call yours now. You fidget with your fingers, black dress riding up your thigh as you shift in your seat nervously, "I guess Chan is a good looking man."

"Chan? Is that his name?" Sookyung laughs, "That's an understatement of the year. I would wish to strip him down, slather him up with butter and just eat him up." Your face couldn't help but morph into one of disgust at her words. At this point, you are borderline disturbed.

"That's, uhm, very vivid thoughts you have of my husband."

"Ah, dear," Sookyung leans forward and holds your hand, rubbing it in her grip. "We were joking. But you must tell us—"

Jieun breaks her and smiles so wide as she looks at Sookyung, grinning and then at you, "What is he like in the sheets?"

They laugh together and you look at the two of them. So this is what a rich bunch of ladies too. Gossip and talk unfiltered. You had only two options at this point, or maybe three — a) stay quiet and let them do the talking, b) tell them off for talking about Chan this inappropriately, c) talk with them and get more information under the guise of being one amongst them. You swear to the heavens that you would rather do option b, but for the sake of this crime, you decide to do what Captain Han Jisung would have told you to follow.

"He's a fucking tiger," and you laugh the fakest laugh you could ever pull out, albeit not because Chan wasn't good in between the sheets or anything (he was an almighty beast with his technique, yes) but because you never thought you'd live to see the day you'd use words like that, in any situation at all.

"Called it!"

"Tell us everything!"

You take a sip of your drink and cross your legs as you sit up straight, almost feigning arrogance, "I'm not one to kiss and tell but let's just say that Chan makes me very happy about," you grin and pause, trying to catch the ladies' attention on every single word of yours, "Twice a day or so."

"Twice a day?" Sookyung gasps.

"If he's just very much in the mood, I know I'm not going to walk for days together. Not that that is an issue. Chan is the sweetest and takes care of me," you flutter your eyelashes.

Jieun taps at her chest, huffing, "Be still my beating heart. Be still."

Sookyung sighs, stretching back on the reclining chair, "These days, Ilsung and I get it on like once a month or so and that's like for a minute. How disappointing."

"They are newly married, Sookyung," Jieun stilts her head in acknowledgement. "It's been a year of their marriage or so." She takes a bite of the cookie from the plate by the side and you smile as she looks at you.

"It seems like you're all pretty open in this neighborhood," you point out and twirl a strand of your hair that lets loose before your eyes. 

"Oh we share everything," Jieun says and Sookyung scoffs, before picking up a cookie and her strong drink.

"Some more than others." She scowls so visibly that Jieun has to furrow her eyebrows at her and signal something with her gaze before Sookyung looks away to the right. 

The backdoor of the house behind opens and you turn to look at a lanky woman walking in with a tray of cookies. It is the same one that you have on the table already and you look at her. The glow on her face is long gone, her eyes losing the sparkle and you wonder if she is going through something.

Sookyung frowns and mumbles under her breath, albeit a bit too loudly, "Great. This party suddenly took a sip into Depressionville now."

You lean back into Jieun and mumble, "Who's that?" 

Jieun leans into you and is about to whisper when Sookyung runs her mouth free, "That's Somin. An absolute downer."

You bite your lip out of anxiety, surprised by how Sookyung really does run her mouth a bit too much — a lot enough to cancel her off your list of suspects almost. Jieun hisses at the other woman before telling you, "Her husband was Kim Jihoon and he died yesterday so," she clears her throat, "She's quite rattled, to say the least."

"Then shouldn't she be mourning at her husband's house or funeral home for a few days? The fact that she's already here seems so crass." Sookyung shakes her head, disappointed. You gulp and watch the woman, Somin, come closer and Sookyung, folding her arms tighter. 

The minute Somin is in your periphery though, both Jieun and Sookyung smile so brightly and that's when you realise that nothing you see and nothing you hear could be trusted here. It's the world of the rich and everyone wants to come out on top.

"It was so nice of you to come out," Sookyung waves and calls her closer. Jieun nods and you see how she walks slowly towards them, a sad smile on her face and her tray held strongly.  

Somin speaks softly, almost as if she should not, "I probably should have stayed inside." She holds out her tray as she stretches her arms outwards. On the tray are many round cookies with cracked lines on their surfaces, a bit too deep than normal. They look sad. Just as their maker does. 

You wait for the other two women to do something and when they take a piece of cookie, you follow suit and take one. The distinct taste of cinnamon fills your mouth and you hum in approval even if the cookie wasn't the best out there, "Ah, these snickerdoodles taste good!"

"Thanks, but you don't have to flatter me," she looks at you with a face close to no expressions whatsoever, "Whoever you are."

"Somin, this is Y/N. She's new to our neighborhood," Jieun says and Sookyung adds, "And she clearly knows her cookies."

"Thanks," you hesitate. "I do bake from time to time." And taking another piece of the cookie, you tell them excitedly, "Did you know that Snickerdoodle is derived from the term Schneckennudein, which literally means snail noodle?"

The three other ladies stare at you, blinking at what you just said in utter disarray and you sigh. 

"I meant," You take a bite of the cookie, "Great cookie!"

"Yeah, great cookies, but," Jieun starts and Somin looks at her, pressing her lips together.

"But?"

"I said that I would be the one to make the snickerdoodles, but it's alright. We can have twice as many and can give some to our husbands partying over there. No worries."

"Oh, okay, I'll have to go," and she scurries away quickly. She barely shuts the door as she rushes out of the place almost immediately, her hair flailing behind her. You watch the woman, analysing how no one in the party seemed bothered by it. 

Jieun sighs, "She looks bad, doesn't she?"

"If you ask me," Sookyung speaks loudly once again and you already know she's going to run her mouth, "She's better off with Jihoon dead. You should have heard the way the two of them used to fight."

"Were Somin and Jihoon having marital troubles?" You ask.

"Definitely," Sookyung leans forward, "If by marital trouble you mean continuous screaming matches blasting across the entire neighbourhood, why then yes!"

"You're such a gossip, Soo! It was not that bad." 

"Says you!" She stands up and walks towards the bar counter, smiling and turning back to look at both you and Jieun. "More rum?"

"Yes, please!"

"Hey—"

It's the greetings and then a hand that trails far too low on your back. It grazes the curve of your ass and you quickly jolt forward turning only to find a man in his mid thirties in a suit, standing eerily close to you. 

You narrow at him before asking, "I was searching for my husband. Pretty tall, broad shouldered, dark brown hair, slightly curly. Have you seen him?"

"You're Chan's wife? Didn't know he had such a beautiful woman for a wife," the man edges forward and you take a step back, eyebrows furrowed at him and your hand trailing down to keep you ready to grip your gun. Until you remember that you're undercover and hitting this man with a gun would seem suspicious. Your best option was to deck him. The man takes another step forward and you take one backwards till your back hits the buffet table, "I'm Ilsung. Do you maybe want to go somewhere..."

"You have a wife and I have a husband," you spit out. You are mortified. So this is what Sookyung mentioned and the fact her very own husband is involved in illicit affairs — does everyone here have a mistress or is involved in adultery? Is that the rich people norm?

"So? Everyone here has an affair with someone's wife. Do you want to be mine? I can take care of you."

"I can very well take care of my wife, Ilsung. I don't think I'll need your help." 

You hear the one voice you needed to hear in this very moment. You look over the older man's shoulder to find Chan, his hands shoved into the pockets of his formal pants. His top buttons are undone and the vest and suit fits him so well that you are glad you picked this one out for him. You shove the man away and walk to Chan, heels digging into the lawn as you strut confidently.

"I need the madam to say that," Illsung shoots and Chan's at his patience's end. He makes fists of his hands on either side of his and you hold onto his arms to calm him down only to look at the other man and narrowing your eyes, you scoff.

"I don't think I need to go have sex with someone like you when I get it well from him. That, and I guess, him being my husband should take more priority but not in this neighborhood where everyone breathes and lives on sex. So, no, thank you. I feel sad for Sookyung. She deserves someone better than a trash for a husband."

"Why, you bitch!" And he rushes forward with a clenched fist to hit you. Chan stops his blow, however, chuckling to himself. 

"That's weak. Now, why don't you go take care of your wife while I treat mine like a princess? Yeah?"

And Chan walks away with his arms tight on your waist as he holds you close. Ilsung yells behind the two of you, his wife yelling at him to keep quiet. Chan, on the other hand, doesn't speak a word further, just walking you all the way to the house the two of you share, keeping you so close to him and glaring at the others to keep them away.

There are sighs and grunts, furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists as Chan argues with himself in his head all the way to the room the two of you share. He stands by the table, still lost in his thoughts and you almost pick up the book you're reading — one by Natsume Suseki — only to deck him with it, although you decide not to because he already seems ready to snap his control.

"Chan—"

Maybe your voice was the only trigger he needed to snap, to break away from his thoughts and to give them words out loud. 

"You just stood there? Like some dumb doll when he touched you?" Chan glares at you and you frown, folding your arms over your chest and yelling back, "Excuse me, but I'm undercover as some doting wife to some stupid man."

"Did that matter then? Oh my god," he groans, throwing his head back. "I'm so mad and I know you're right. You are right but how dare he touch my wife when I was around. The fucking audacity—"

You hold the edges of the table with the base of your palm, pressing against it as you jump up and sit up on it to face him properly. You cup his face and making sure his eyes are fixed on yours, you smile softly.

"Don't smile right when I'm shit mad at everything, Y/N."

"Should I frown then?" You laugh out and push yourself back slightly to allow Chan to come closer and stand in between your thighs. "Let's think of this as some, uhm," you ponder, still holding Chan's face close to you, "Yes! Let's think of this as an occupational hazard."

"Occupational hazard," he scoffs. "Bullshit. He did that because he thinks women are weak. He's one of those arrogant pompous rich men that think that he can have his way with some good sacks of cash and power and that all women are weak and with that power comes his ability to subjugate them all to the age old tradition of treating them as sex dolls, an object for pleasure."

Chan's red and out of breath when he finally rants it all out and you bite your lower lip from laughing, dropping your hands from his face. Chan's cute. Oh god, he's so fucking cute and you know you shouldn't overstep boundaries but dear lord, if Bang Christopher Chan keeps this up, you will actually get down on your one knee, pop the ring and propose to him.

"Are you done?"

"No," he glares at you and leans forward, "Going to get back to work after this case and find some hell of a corruption case on him to put him behind the bars." 

Your eyes wrinkle into thin crescents as you smile wide. You raise your eyebrows and suggest, "I've a better idea. Why don't you rather fuck me with all hat pent up frustration? It's a win win deal, if you think about it hard enough."

Chan leans forward, lips curving up into a confident grin, "Oh, I will. I intend to do both. Fuck this anger out on you and put him behind bars." 

Chan's hands are big in comparison to your face. He cups your face, angles it and kisses you. His lips fit right into yours almost as if they were meant to be there for a lifetime to come. He kisses you and it's just as magical as always, laced with a touch of ardent need and passion. You needed him, you needed his warmth, his protection and everything he has to offer. His arms snake around your neck to grasp it and pull you in, deeper into him as he moves his lips against yours, softly at first till it turns into something so passionate that it would have your knees buckle, had you been standing. Chan is pressed against you, his white shirt, a size small as he likes it, clinging onto his body tightly (rid of the vest and suit in a moment of anger as soon as he walks into the house you share) and perfectly enough for you to hold his muscles.

You promised to yourself that you wouldn't fall in love, not after the shitshow of a marriage you saw in your parents. You promised that you'd keep your heart to self, that every individual in this world was brought forth as a single entity, so why in heavens did we go searching for others?

Chan makes you understand. 

You understand now that promises are meant to be broken and as you gaze at Chan under his dim lights, his face so temptingly close to you, you are more than ready to break the promise you've made with yourself.

It has been written in the gazes already and as you lean forward, your fingertips tracing his jawline, Chan knows it because he meets you halfway, his hands creeping behind your back by your waist and tugging you closer, your bodies touching and your lips on his, soft and testing waters initially. He pulls you closer, his lips moving against yours, angling your face to delve deeper into you. 

He has his lips against yours, nearly knocking you off all the wind in your lungs. You sigh into the kiss, find your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots and moving against his body, your legs stretching by either side of his body. His hand sprawls over your neck, his thumb caressing against your jugular before pressing into the neck, rubbing slow circles. He kisses the top of your lips, your hands tugging at his shirt. 

In a swift motion, positions have changed and you're sitting on him whilst he props himself up on the table. He lifts you up slightly, pulling back and places you on top of his lap. Your rear falling into the depression between his thighs, rubbing against his groin slowly. He looks at you through hooded eyes, pushing your hair past and opens his mouth to speak before you voice out first.

He looks at you from below, your hair falling on his shoulder as you look at him, his head thrown behind as it rests on the sofa's ridge. And your lips find his again, tugging at his soft lip to let you through, to open up to you completely. 

You moan into the kiss, your back arches and Chan's hand is still firm on it. He kisses your lower lip and your tongue brushes his lips in the impact, groaning at how he won't let you through a second ago and then, he lets you in. It's intimacy on a level you were slowly being prepared for. It's everything you remind yourself that you wouldn't break down into. Chan makes you feel special, with every praise, with every word he swears out to protect you. Chan reminds you of a feeling you had long forgotten.

Chan's lips move from your swollen lips to the curve of your jaw, down to the curved edges of your neck, sucking and kissing every exposed skin. Your head is thrown back at the sensation, your hips gyrating over his growing length.

His hand moves from your shoulders to your arse to your back after he seeks your permission as he pulls you closer and forwards, until your chests are pressed against one another. His mouth is everywhere and good lord, you feel infinite and powerful.

His lips hover on yours. He smirks, the curve of his lips tugging upwards slightly and you think it's cute. You think Chan also makes you feel divine as he whispers into your skin like personalized love notes or small token of appreciation, "Fuck, you're hot. The most beautiful being I've ever seen," and that is all that is needed as you gyrate over your hips a little quicker. He inches his chin forward, flicking your nose a little with his own, a shy smile on his lips as he silently asks the permission to claim your lips anew; all over again. 

And you let him, just like you've already given him permission in your head to ravish you tonight, to take you to hell and back.

Chan cups your face with both his hand, holding you and watching your face shine in the dim gold setting of his room. Your cheeks glistened and your eyes sparkled but his eyes could not stray away from your lips — coral, swollen and so demanding. He pulls your face down, kissing your nose tip and then your philtrum before pressing his lips flat against yours.

His kiss is drawn out in a way that makes you want more, like a divine aphrodisiac. It makes you want to pull him in and suck the living hell out of him and yet it's lovely. It's precious and laid out well planned. His tongue licking your lower lips before entwining with your tongue as he pulls you closer into him, your hips lowering deeper into his covered length, panties sticking to the core from the sensations your body is responding to.

His fingers trail up your black dress, thumb grazing the skin slowly, bringing about goosebumps to the surface before they slowly move enough to rip your dress apart and expose you to him, in all semi-nude. You moan, before kissing him as you hold onto Chan tightly.

He makes your insides twitch and your heart lunge and it fogs up all of your thoughts to the point you feel yourself drowning in the sensation of his lips, pressed tightly on your own. Your fingers get lost in his thick locks as you tug on them, forcing him to pull you down a lot forward and gladly welcome the movement of your tongue.

His lips are as soft as feathers and they feel like what you think heaven feels like. The warmth you experience is so much more than the tingle of first kisses, those innocent butterflies have nothing on the wanting void of a pit in your nether regions and the slick in between your thighs. 

His hands slide down from your hips to reach behind your back and pull you upwards, only to tightly clasp around the curve of your bare bottom cheeks, caressing it over. You sigh contently. His hand trails upwards, touching, feeling you all over and you pull back, breathing rapidly as you look at Chan. The next second you are unbuttoning his first two buttons and prompting him to remove his shirt too. Your legs slide slightly dangling off his sofa before he pulls you towards him, his naked chest warm enough against yours as he pulls you back in to devour you. 

"God, you're heavenly," Kiss. "So fucking heavenly." Kiss. "You're a fucking good girl." Kiss. "So good for me." Chan sucks a huge hickey into your neck — bright, dark and purple but it's how he worships and praises you that makes you want him more, your clothed core grinding on his enlarged bulge that is covered. The friction from the cotton of your panties and the cotton of his jeans slowly stimulates your core and you can't help yourself when your body is moving on its own accord on top of Chan, your hand moving your from falling back.

“Chan,” you groan against his lips after he pulls away from you for a minute. His lips are red and swollen, slick and shining with your saliva and so incredibly inviting you all over again and you fear that you may never want to stop kissing him for as long as you are breathing. 

"Chan!" 

His fingers move downward, grazing your skin by your stomach slowly, his eyes trained on yours as he watches you slowly break down. His fingers tease over your clothed mound. You bite your lip from groaning too loud but Chan's sudden tapping at your covered clit makes you yelp.

"Good girl. That's right. I want to hear your pretty moans," he kisses down on your neck, trailing and plastering wet kisses down your clavicle before sucking at the exposed skin of your breasts. "Moan loud for me, baby." He sucks at the skin by the crook of your neck, under your clavicles, above your breast and at the curves, leaving purple marks almost instantly thanks to your sensitive skin.

You can hear your heart beat quicker, racing against your chest and your thoughts drive you desperate. Pulling his face from your breasts, you kiss him, making the kiss deeper, licking his lip and grazing it with your teeth. You grind down on him trying to edge yourself desperately. You move forward to own every gulp and moan he releases and squirms in pleasure. 

"I want you so much," you choke out. Chan's hand lets loose from your throat slightly and he looks at you with admiration, before gripping at the jugular, and caressing it lovingly, pressing wet kisses against it. You sound desperate, almost like you would lose your sanity if Chan doesn't make you his, this minute. "Please. Chan, please."

His hands trail downwards, thumb rubbing the skin on its way before he slips them under your panties, swiping his finger across your slit, feeling how wet you are. He groans out loud, mumbling, "What a doll. All wet and ready for me to devour. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Baby, wouldn't you?" He presses against your jugular with his other hand, tilting your head and gently choking you. Your eyes rim with tears in joy and you nod, "Yes, please."

His mouth moves over the skin at your breast, kissing it furiously. His tongue lapping at your nipple over your bra, slowly circling over the clothed material as he rubs his finger up and down your slit, occasionally rubbing against your clitoris. You press down and grind on him further, begging for more. Chan removes his hand from your neck and moves it up from your waist to your back and it lingers around the hook of your bra before snapping it open with a flick of his fingers. The bra slides off your shoulder and you throw it away, unbothered by where it lands.

Chan's mouth falls on your breasts, circling big with his tongue before slowly decreasing the radius of his turns and narrowing down on your nipples, sucking at them alternatively. You are moaning, holding at his shoulder and dragging your hips over his bulge in a slow, excruciating pace he has set with the drag of his fingers.

Your throat is dry from all this excessive want and you wet your lips, breathing coming out in hot puffs of air, rapid and shallow. The passion and want blinds you and Chan taps on your clitoris constantly with his thumb, using the other fingers to slowly tease your entrance over the panties but going back to sliding down your opening. You groan frustrated and grind down on his bulge trying to chase the feeling that is growing within you. 

Chan's lips are all over you as you bite into his shoulder occasionally. It hovers over your neck and then your breasts, giving it all the attention as he plays with your nipples as he rubs you at a pace that quickens slowly. Your mind is boggled and you can't get your thoughts clearly.

"Such pretty breasts," he groans into it, his tongue flicking at it from your underside. "Such perky breasts. So beautiful and all mine."

Soon enough with his praises and the way he worships your being, the promise of an orgasm begins to manifest and build within you as a strong tightness within your lower regions, creeping into your abdomen, ever growing with every passing second. Chan's steady rhythm is strong enough to carry it over the edge with the friction you get from all the material and his bulge and as your climax looms closely, your hips rock and gyrate slightly against him. He pinches and flicks your nipples as he helps you ride out the orgasm, your eyes tired and hooded. You kiss him softly on his lips. 

"Will you remove your lingerie for me, pretty girl?"

The order shouldn't have turned you on this much but it does as you hop off his lap, your feet unsteady on the ground as you balance yourself after your first orgasm. Your fingers are on the edge of your panties and you're pulling it down completely in the next second. Chan watches you steadily, his eyes trailing on your figure and you feel attended to.

"Jesus Christ," he stands up, the bulge moving slightly and your mouth dries up as it opens, wanting so much more. He holds you by your waist, petting your hair, mumbling, "I love when you put your hair down. You look like a goddess. A goddess ready to let go of your divinity all for me."

He unbuckles his belt as you slowly touch yourself, your hand moving down your body. He watches you, your thumb and forefinger playing with your nipples, tugging and pinching them till they harden under your grip. He removes his formal pants and his boxers, pulling it down and away at your request. Chan's length and girth has your eyes widening, as always, your tongue licking over your lips and you gape.

It's painfully hard and the tip is red, leaking with precum down his cock. Chan holds you by your waist and lifts you up, your knees wrapping around him and your soaked core on top of his hardened girth, occasionally dragging past it. He kisses your breasts, licking over the nipple and the underside of the breast, grazing his teeth over it as he walks you to what you had thought would be the bed. However, he stops midway, looking at you for a second before your back hits the cold walls of the room in this house as he holds you securely. You see the bed by the side and you smile. You drop your legs and stand on your toes as you kiss him, your tongue running over his buccal cavity.

Chan's hand trails down, circling by your waist before his palm hovers over your mound. His thumb brushes past your clit teasingly and your hand wraps around his neck, kissing him and biting at his lower lip till you feel the metallic copper taste of blood filling your senses.

You moan as he drags a finger up and down your slit, playfully teasing you fold. He rubs circles into your folds, slowly dragging them out into waves and your hand flies upwards and forward to hold on to him for a grip. 

"Chan," you rasp out, and he hums, removing your hand so that he can kneel down, kissing your thigh and biting it slightly as his thumb rubs against your clit and the other swipe against the folds. Your hands grip on his roots, tugging at it mercilessly.

"Baby, do something," you cry. "Please, I need you." Your other hand tugs at his hair, trying to bring him closer in a desperate manner. "I'll be a good girl. Please, do something."

"Should I?" he teases, rubbing small circles around your clit in an excruciatingly slow manner and you think — know — that Chan is going to drive you to insanity and how he'd pull one off his book and blame it on his instincts.

"Please, please, please—"

The intrusion is sudden and you are overwhelmed. You gasp, the air raspy against your throat before falling. Your hand pulls at his hair harshly as he sucks on your clitoris, his breathing fanning over you. Your fingers drag down and dig into his skin, unbothered by the possibility of cutting through it. 

He presses his thumb on your clit after removing his mouth, tapping it slowly, simultaneously and you think you're going delusional. "Chan, oh my fucking heavens."

He kisses your mound repeatedly, telling you, "Look at this sex. Wet and dripping. I'll give you what you want, baby. I'll give you what you want for being a good girl for me."

Chan adds another two fingers instantly and you feel overwhelmingly full, crying out at being widened so pleasurably. The walls stretching out and you catch him mumbling, "So fucking tight and all for me. Look at this brat being a good girl for me."

He curls them up into you and your back arches slightly at the tingles. You feel Chan slipping his fingers easily into you and the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs, making a mess. He rubs your walls, his attention also on your enlarged button and your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately. He finds your spot easily after being this around and pushes at it constantly. Your head hits against the wall hard and he looks upwards at you for a split second, worried, only resuming after you give him a signal that you are alright.

You feel the euphoric rush coming, creeping through from within and trying to embrace you as a whole and when it's very close to burst, Chan pulls his fingers away, licking them clean with a knowing smirk plastered on his face, for a second before thrusting them back in.

Chan pumps his fingers in and out of you as his thumb rubs furious circles into your clit. He bites at your thigh, kissing them soon after, leaving traces of bruises near to your vulva. Hot, purple and sticky. He sucks on the skin deliriously, licking the skin to soften before grazing his teeth to oversensitize you. You feel the build up and you squirm against Chan, your eyes watering. 

"Chan, baby," it's a sob that leaves you. "Please." You were so devastatingly close after your last orgasm, the balls of heels leaving the surface as you try to pull back but Chan pulls you down as he sucks on your clitoris and pumps his fingers in you in a ridiculously breaking pace and when you are so close to breaking apart, Chan drags his fingers away, licking and sucking at them as you look down at him.

"What the fuck?" You swear, frustrated, tears spilling from your eyes.

"Good girls don't swear."

"I'll blow you off well," you try striking a deal with him. He looks up at you amused, strands of hair sticking to your face from the sweat and he still thinks you're the most beautiful woman he has laid his eyes. "I'll give you one hell of a blowjob. Just please." Your voice breaks as you look at Chan, who looks so delectable at the minute with your juices staining the side of his mouth and his lips shining in the light. "You won't regret—"

His mouth is back on your core and you groan, "Ungh!" He mumbles, his warm breath tingling your core as he speaks against it, "Good girls don't strike a deal either, darling."

"But your good girl does," you tease and Chan's mouth is back on your sex, licking and teasing it. He grabs you by the calves, his blunt nails digging into the vast skin.

Without another word, Chan dives right into it, tongue darting out to lick a long, thick stripe from your center to your clit, causing you to shiver. Your left hand finds its way back to his hair after grabbing at his shoulder intermittently. Chan simpers to himself, overwhelmed by how well your body reacts to him and just him, your legs shivering and buckling, about to fall if it weren't for Chan's hands holding you up and pressing you against the wall.

You feel the thickness of his tongue lapping up your seeping wetness, which in turn causes a rush of arousal to leak and drip down your ass. "You're making a mess, baby," he chuckles, the laughter hitting your clit and sending a shiver down your spine. Your fingers instinctively tighten around his hair and you pull him closer to your cunt, his nose nuzzling against your mound. He groans, hands gripping your thighs tightly, locking your legs in place.

Burying himself further, his tongue dips deep inside you, nose nuzzling and rubbing against your clit with every thrust. His eyes are piercing and fixated on the rise and fall of your chest as he looks up at you once in a while, seeing you tug at your lips, eyes closed and hand roaming around for support. He loves seeing you fucked out for him.

"Argh, it's fucking divine," Chan mumbles against your slit and the vibrations have your core clutching onto nothing. "This good cunt all wet and slickened for me, ready for me." You mewl, unable to stop yourself from wriggling within his hold, the grip on his hair tightening.

Your walls grasps around his tongue, pulling him further into you as he laps up every single drop of your arousal, passionate as if it were an aphrodisiac. One of his hands travels upwards to latch itself on your breast, rubbing the underside of your breast, fondling and gripping it hard.

“Chan,” you moaned softly, your voice trembling over the sensations that ride into you, toes curling. He responds to your calling, withdrawing from you slowly, by planting soft and gentle kisses to your inner thighs. 

"You're doing great, love." 

He sucks on your clit furiously and that was everything for you. You feel the same high building up at a pace quicker than you thought was possible. You feel it tightening, your core clutching onto his muscular organ as it tries indulging itself deeper, chasing after something it craves. His nose rubs against your neglected clit. He licks a stripe against it before sucking at it, teeth grazing at it sending tingle down your spine that has you hitting the bumpers with the heel of your feet. You are already sensitive from the last orgasm and all the teasing you had and with all this vigor and undivided attention Chan gives you, you feel it coming as he treats you like you're his only girl.

Your back arches more steeply, your mound hitting him in its influence, head hitting the wall lightly this time and your moans are louder, raspier and quicker. You are screaming out Chan's name as you see the stars under your eyelids. 

He still licks slow stripes, taking in and devouring the rush of juice that squirts out of you. He lets you ride out the high and he lets you leave him breathless as his grip on your thighs do not ease away. Chan does not stop, even when you're a quaking, quivering mess, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes and it's almost bordering overstimulation. You can't think and you can't form proper sentences. He leaves you gasping for air, with something stuck in your throat preventing the passage of air and it's difficult to breathe in this rush and he makes it harder.

He looks at you teasingly and he lifts his hand as you bend forward to his kneeling self. He clutches on your neck, his fingers pressing against the side softly as he continues licking up your orgasm and blocking your air passage. You feel the stimulation rushing and concentrating and it's all too much for you. Tears stain your face and you're crying, "It's too much, Chan. Too much."

And he stops as soon as you say that. He presses soft kisses against your clitoris and he holds your hips tightly as he stands up. You've lost any energy in your legs you have and if it weren't for Chan, you'd crash. 

He holds you by the hips and carries you, dropping you gently against the bed, your hair spreading and you kiss his shoulder. He caresses your face and tells you — it's a whisper almost — "I think I want to get to know you more. I think I—"

You bring his face lower to kiss him, preventing any other word to spill from his mouth that your head tells you to cancel. You are not sure yet. You hold his face down, devouring him as a whole, feeling his length slide your core draggingly and you groan into him.

You don't shy away from prying your hand down, teasing his cock as you rub your hand over the enlarged shaft slowly, teasing his enlarged red head, rubbing your arousal and the afters of your orgasm all over him, slowly stimulating him as you drag your hand down his length and back up again, letting go of his shaft only to cup his balls, trailing your fingertips around it. You let go and look at Chan. 

"Lay back, please," you request and he pecks your nose as he pouts at you. God, he really really wants to call you his. Forever.

Chan lies back on the bed, his head resting between his pillows and yet he pulls his body up, supporting his weight on his arm. You sit up, crawling over to straddle his lap, nervousness setting into your stomach. You gulp and swallow the saliva as you look at Chan, whose gaze gives you comfort and confidence. The muscles in your arm stiffens as you grip his shoulder for stability and Chan's hand falls on your hips naturally, helping you steady yourself.

Your hands rest on his chest, firm and broad and you gaze at Chan's cock for a while, it twitching with every unadulterated thought of his as he watches you on top of him, bare, exposed and unrestrained all for him. Your mouth is parched and your tongue pokes out through the seams of your lips, running across the expanse of your lower lip and wetting it. 

"Fuck," he swears as his eyes move with your tongue, his chest rising and falling under your hold.

You reach forward to take him in your hand — the tip of his head looks so inviting that you couldn't stop yourself. Chan's hands roam up your arms, his thumb caressing the underside of your breasts before they play with them, his thumb and forefinger rubbing your nipple, watching it turn solid in his hold. He grips at your breast, fondling it and massaging it, stimulating you and bringing about a rush of confidence in you.

“You’re fucking large, fuck, fuck,” You yelp, eyes wide and mouth salivating at the heaviness in your grasp. You widen your mouth, stretching your facial muscles and Chan laughs.

When you look at him, his dark eyes are speared to your movements, teeth gritted. At this moment, with you hovering over him, he can't seem to contain how excited he is, his length twitching in your hold. You begin moving your hands up and down his length at the same slow pace he had put through.

You lean forward, Chan's grip on your breasts tightening as he squeezes it. Your whines turn to louder moans of ecstasy. His one hand grabs your hair back, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail until he drops it and touches your face, "Ah, so beautiful. You're so perfect."

Chan watches you and is all too eager, his hand on your face trailing down to your shoulder, gripping on it as he continues caressing one of your breasts. The flat of your wet tongue sticks out to lick around the rim of his hot head. He fights back a groan, choking and sputtering, grip on your shoulder tightening as his blunt nails dig into your skin. You stretch your mouth as wide as you can, hollowing it, which leads profanities spilling from his pretty mouth, even though it's a discomfort to your movement as you engulf the whole of his head with your tongue. He mumbles something incoherent under his breath and you sigh at the thought your mouth wrapped around his pretty cock.

Chan inhales a sharp breath, swearing and uttering, "Your pretty mouth could take me so well, baby. So good." You wrap your lips around the velvet tip, beginning a slow suction. Your tongue licks around the base, pulling up a fat stripe over the throbbing, prominent vein. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Chan mumbles, shifting on the sheets, his hand gripping on one of the pillows. “Open wider, please, baby. You're doing so good. You're taking me so well."

You do as he has asked of you. Your jaw is already sore and the joints ache from the girth of his head alone. He pushes his hips off the bed in the slightest without your awareness; his hand trailing back to your hair and the other still on your breast making you feel good. His grip on your hair is strong as he thrusts more of himself into your mouth, your lips wet around his length.

You try your best for it to be pleasurable for him as your fingers tighten around his length before you start to twist your wrists — with a click of your gliding joint — and continue sucking. Chan is careful to be gentle with you, very tenderly urging his cock to fill more of your mouth. It shocks you when you feel the blunt of his head hit the cap of your airway, eliciting a gag.

Chan's eyes widens, the reaction from you exciting him as you feel him twitching in your mouth. He gasps, breath uneasy as his hand leaves your hair and trails behind towards your arse that sticks out as you try deepthroating Chan. He rubs your slit slowly and the unexpected contact pushes you forward, taking in Chan a lot more than you had planned, leaving him groaning into your shoulder.

He pulls out barely before he’s pushing back in, teeth gritted and eyes focused on making you feel calm too. Chan moves back and watches you taking him so well and he knows it's a sight to behold — your pretty lips wrapping around his length, taking him so well as if your mouth was made for him, crafted to perfection. His fingers rub small circles into your vulva, tapping against the clit accidentally once or twice.

Another gag rumbles out of you as you fight the reflex. The vibrations against his member is felt and he grips on your arse, pulling you into him, your nose rubbing against his pubis. Your finger trails the underside of his shaft before rolling his balls between your fingers. His hips stutter in shallow thrusts into your mouth and you feel the sting of tears threatening to blur your vision as you oppose your gag reflex, taking him as deep as you can.

The sounds of your gagging bounces off the walls of his bedroom, followed by the deep moans and sighs spilling through Chan's lips as he fucks your mouth. Each thrust of his hips causes the head of his cock to push past your airway, your throat constricting and eliciting a groan from him. He also diverts your attention to rubbing you, now and again slapping your cheeks, eliciting moans from you against his girth.

You release your hold around his length, fingers thickly coated in your own saliva as you dig into the flesh of his thighs. Your mouth is stretched as wide as you can physically make it and tears roll down your cheek continuously, while you willingly take him completely in your mouth. You look up through the flutters of your eyelashes, enthralled to see the Adam’s apple in Chan's throat bob up and down while his head is thrown back in pleasure. 

Chan pulls your head back; his cock comes out from your mouth with a light pop followed by you gasping for air. Your eyes droop, your cheeks hollow and your jaws ache but everything counts to how hot you felt, to how hot the tension between you still is. His hand trails back to your hair, gripping on it and jerking your hair back so you’re forced to look at him. 

"This is a fucking sight to behold. Look at you, darling," he groans. 

Chan's thumb grazes your skin and he latches his lips onto yours in a sloppy, messy and wet manner and nothing else seems to matter other than your need for each other. You lean forward, tugging at his pinna as you bite down on it lightly, before mumbling, "I'm on top today."

Chan doesn't care because all he can focus on is how you said today, like this isn't just a one time thing. He gazes at you with such affection that has your heart racing telling you to let go of that stupid cages you keep around your concepts.

As your folds, dripping down with thick, sticky arousal coating Chan's cock with that and your saliva, brush the tip of his hardened cock, you feel a shudder run down your spine. You instinctively allow yourself to lower further, taking the rest of him in you swiftly with the help of your arousal. Sinking down around his dick and feeling him fully wrapped around your clutching walls has you throwing your head back, squeezing your eyes at how his length stretches you out, your walls wrapping around him tightly. He holds your waist, helping you down on his length.

You rock your hips into him, already finding yourself tightening and clenching around his thick cock. He fills you up so nicely, stuffing you perfectly full and you salivate, licking your lips. Your lips parts and you find your hips moving on their own accord. Chan's right hand rises upwards, massaging your breast, flicking your nipple and sending a rush down your spine, arching your back. His cock hits you at an angle and a soft moan leaves your lips.

Chan takes your hips in his hands, taking control of your movements to raise you up, leaving you empty and whining. You clench around nothing but air and your own walls, desperate to sink back down. “Chan,” you whine, your lower lip puckers forwards and Chan lifts himself up to kiss you.

As his hand grip around your hips to get a better hold, he slams you back down on his cock, hard, causing you to scream. “Fuck, Chan, oh my god, ah!”

He continuously guides you in a rhythmic movement, throwing his head back into his pillows and groaning. The sheen of sweat glistening on his chest catches your eye as he pants. The way his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hangs open with pleasure only makes you move faster around his cock, gyrating around it and tightening your walls. The sight before you makes you want to see him fucked out further. You want him to crumble under you because of you, leave him trembling under your hold.

He groans, "Your cunt is so pretty. Look at it, baby. Look." He gapes down and you gasp, moaning quicker.

You ride him, bouncing on his dick and clenching when you feel yourself reaching your climax for the third time that night, all because of this man. Chan's finger moves down and slips between your sweat soaked bodies to rub your clit, pushing you even further over the edge. 

“Are you going to come, baby?” He asks, breathlessly, his voice airy and light, almost floating away. He pulls his head forward to kiss your collarbones, sucking harsh bruises against your skin, continuing further down the existing purple bruises.

“Y-Yes, please, please,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging on the dark strands. “Mhm, fuck, please, please, you feel so good, Chan.” You lean forward and the motion causes him to whine. You quickly catch it as your lips fall on his. His lips enclose yours, tugging and pulling at it and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you move on his cock, lazily.

Words, unfiltered and raw, spill out from your mouth after your lips leave his as you feel the high that is creeping up slowly within you. “Chan, fuck. Oh fuck. I'm going to come soon. Oh my god." Your voice reaches a pitch higher.

“Then, come.”

Chan moans against your neck as he feels you, his finger rubbing your clit, “Baby, come all over my cock. You deserve that for being the good girl you are.”

Chan's other hand that is not occupied leaves your hip and moves upwards to find its place on your neck. His fingers gently wrap themselves around your neck and that makes you wetter than you already are. He presses his fingers against your neck with pressure and you choke, gasping for air. Your mouth opens wide and your tongue falls out slightly resting on your lower lip. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench around Chan's cock tightly, your hip gyrating around it for all the friction.

Your fucked out expression as you choke for air makes Chan plunge into you harder and you choke harder, his hips lifting up and thrusting into you.

A final flick of his finger over your sensitive button and a bit more pressure over your neck are all it takes for your body to flood with pleasure and ecstasy. Your legs tighten around Chan's sides, curling in as you ride out your high for as long as possible, still moving your hips against him. His fingers let go of your neck and you breath loudly, taking in huge gulps of air.

Not long after your undoing, he comes inside you, coating your walls with his seed as you feel his length pulsate within you. Thick strings coating your walls till it seeps from your vagina and drips down.

Once your body falls limp against his chest, equally fucked out and panting for air, you feel him going soft inside you. He kisses your forehead and your hair, pushing it from your face. He lifts you up, slowly slipping out of you and gently laying you by his side, the semen slipping out. His fingers rub small circles on your hips after pulling you closer into him, nuzzling into the sides of your breast.

In his warmth, with his arms over your stomach as he snuggles closer to you, you feel your eyelids heavy and fluttering shut. His lips are close to your skin, feeling his steady breathing and listening to it calms you down, steading you and increasing your melatonin, slowly drifting away to a state of peace, all in Chan's arms.

You stir in the bed, your hand reaching out for Chan only to feel the messy bed sheets and blanket. You wake up, brought to your senses well enough and you look around to find Chan only to see the light in the balcony turned on.

Putting on his white shirt messily, you rush outside to find Chan sitting and staring at the black sky. You sit by his side, shuddering in the cold and he looks at you fondly, cracking a smile.  

"You're up?" You nod, teeth biting at the cold breeze that passes by, until you realise what Chan is staring at. It's snowing. It is the first snow in a long while and it's beautiful, albeit being late. He smiles at the purple mark that he has graced upon your skin. Chan stretches his arms out, blanket still in his hold as he offers to hold you close in this cold weather, to share his body warmth. He mumbles softly into your ears, "You should sleep a little more. It's going to be a tough day tomorrow. Aren't you meeting Jieun?"

"Yeah," you smile, watching the surroundings. "First thing in the morning. She seems to know a lot about everyone in this neighborhood. That, and I want to know why they treat Somin," Chan looks lost and you realise you haven't discussed it yet with him. "Kim Jihoon's widow is treated like that."

"I'm firm on this theory."

"What theory?"

"That Rowoon is the one killing people — bad homeowners — off because we'll, they disrupt his neighborhood. That or, they got drunk and it is still an accident."

"But Somin?"

"What? Anyone can be a bad homeowner! She's probably his next target." Chan chuckles and pulls you in closer. He holds you still for a while before he says, "We'll talk about the case tomorrow before you go to Jieun's. And you should clean up the mess of notes on the dinner table."

"You're the nagging kind of husband!" 

"No." He is quick to deny. "I just like my house at least a bare minimum clean, alright?" You laugh out loud, falling into his hold as you try to contain your joy. Something soft hits your knees, barely visible but it settles softly.

Snow. It's snow and you see the snowflakes along with it. You watch them tumble, those feathered crystals, their chaotic flight to form a blanket that could not be more uniform, more orderly. And it's beautiful. So beautiful that it eases you and has you snuggle further into his warmth. Enough to make you forget everything for a minute there in his arms.

"I like snowflakes," you say, your head resting on his chest. There is a certain intimacy in the hour, in his hold, in this weather and between the two of you. A certain intimacy to friends who only sleep and work with each other shouldn't have. Chan looks at you, waiting for you to continue. 

You do like snowflakes. A lot. Each snowflake is like a sculpture made out of paper. Each has a unique identity reflecting a crucial passage in the chosen source material with an equal amount of complexity carved out of minimal space and in the end, it falls down before someone, lighting up someone and making them happy.

"It makes me happy. It doesn't have to fit in or match with anyone else and it still means the world to someone."

Chan smiles and you know it is clearly one of your most favorite things in the world, your solace. You find the happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. It comes from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. Chan makes sure it is like that, that the world knows when he's happy but wouldn't, when he is sad. A person smiles with more than their mouth, and I heard it in his voice, in the choice of his words and the way he relaxed. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

Maybe he'll teach you not to hold in your feelings. Maybe he will let you fall in love. All over again.

And you kiss him. It's short and quick, as chaste as the love you feel for him in this minute, in his arms. He leans forward and kisses you back and maybe, you both were snowflakes, as weird as you are, as unique as you — and yet the two of you make each other happy as corny as it sounds. 

"Uh," Chan pulls back and rubs the back of his head and then his nape. "I—"

"Oh, a mistletoe, look!" You point and Chan turns back, frowning to look at the tree by the side with some creepers that crawl on its branch — creepers that were not mistletoes. You smile brightly as you continue pointing and Chan looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"That's not a mistletoe."

"It isn't? I thought it was. My bad!" You laugh, eyes sparkling in mirth and cheeks heating up in embarrassment over the obvious lie you said. You sit up straight and look up at the sky. 

"It's a pretty night for whatever shit that went down today," Chan comments, staring at the moon. The moon is a warm milky glow in the sky, as if the sight of her could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upward. You were and you were going to seize the opportunity.

Chan's gaze is fixed on the big moon and your head thinks of him and the words from Natsume Suseki and every other anime you were forced to watch, thanks to Jeongin. In every black night, he was the spark that rekindled hope in you. 

"Is there something on my face, Y/N?"

"No," You turn back, smiling, heart fluttering and your mind at ease. "Just," you hold your chest, feeling the beating of your heart louder than ever.

"The moon is beautiful."

It's small and fragile. Once, and then, twice, till it sounds again and again and again through the silent air of your house. 

The knocking on your door is repeated and you turn to look at Chan who stirs in his sleep, thanks to the same sound. You shuffle in your bed, trying to go back to sleep, presuming it is an illusion and nothing more. However, Chan heard it too.

"Is someone…"

"I'll go check," you mumble, huffing and throwing the blanket to the side. Luckily, Chan's shirt covers you up to your thighs. You jump out of the bed and your partner decides that it is safe to follow you to the door instead. 

You open the door and in comes rushing a little boy, aged not more than eight, with tear stains on his face. He runs forward hugging your frame in his reach as he cries out loudly. Chan looks at the scene before him in delusion and you relate.

Who in the world is this child?

"Is everything alright?"

The child continues crying into your frame, burying his face into your abdomen. Chan squats down to come face to face with the child. His hand carefully holds the child's back as he pats him slowly, letting him calm down for a while before he asks again.

"Where's your mum and dad?"

"Dad isn't home. M-mum is," the child hiccups, choking on his own sobs as tears roll down his face messily. "She's in the garage and there's blood around her head and—" He cries fiercely and you hold the boy close to you, heart heavy because you know the worst possible scenario. Death.

"Why don't you take us there, okay?" Chan smiles gently. The boy looks with teary eyes at him and Chan quickly lifts him up in his hold. "Come on. Let's go."

And the boy was right and his worst nightmare comes true. You cover the eyes of the child to prevent him from further seeing the horrendous sight before him. 

Because before all of you was the body of Kim Jieun, sprawled in her own driveway, her head crushed to a pulp under her garage. 

An overturned shelf, a couple of paint cans that look like they have been thrown and some blood splattered on the floor is all you and Chan find last night. That, and a woman's broken pastel nail extension. 

You would have checked further had it not been for your undercover and that Chan had been getting endless calls from Mayor Arsehole. Changbin fumingly goes on about how he sent the two of you to put a stop to this but rather there's another case on his desk now. The man does not calm down even after Chan says that the two of you were definitely looking for a serial killer and that these deaths were not accidents. If anything, it upsets him further.

This morning however, the sun shines brighter. 

Chan walks into the kitchen, looking for you, teasingly shouting out into the air, "Honey, what's for breakfast? Eggs? Bacon? Eggs and Bacon? Or maybe it's ri—"

Before him on your cluttered table of a case file, notes and photos of evidence lies a sad bowl of soggy cereal.

"Soggy cereal it is," he frowns. 

"I made it though. It should count for something, right, husband?"

Chan grunts and sits down, spoon digging into the bowl of cereal as he takes his first bite soon enough. He glances over at the wall behind the breakfast table. You have mapped out the relationship between every single person in this neighborhood, affairs inclusive and Chan lifts his lips in pride.

"Someone has been a bit busy. When did you even sleep?"

"Didn't fall asleep. So I decided to work on this instead," and Chan realises you were not even kissing. Your eyes are grogging and your face is a lot gloomier even though you are smiling off the joy of mapping it all out.

"Did you crack the case?"

"As a psychological profiler, I can say," you frown. "I haven't. I just can't figure out the connection here. These murders were distinctly targeted, so, why? Why specifically these three people?"

Chan stirs the milk in his cereal before he looks at you and suggests, "Why don't you look for a common enemy?"

"Huh?"

"Y/N, babe," you blush at the nickname and try to zero in on the matter in hand. "I know you and I see way too many crimes on a daily basis because of our job and that makes you and I think that we are chasing after some blood sucking psychopath," Chan pauses and eats a big bite of cereal. He munches on it slowly, letting you grow anxious in waiting, "We may not be dealing with some headcase who likes to strangle old women with pantyhose. Maybe we are dealing with a good old fashioned murderer; you know, the kind that kills people because they pissed them off."

You look at the board, index finger against your cheek and your eyes widen. "You could be right!"

"Don't look so surprised also," Chan mumbles, finally finishing his cereal. 

"It could work. Maybe what the victims have in common is their relationship with the killer." You continue to stare at the board. Chan cleans the plate in the sink on the other end, mumbling at you to keep calm and that you would crack the case with him soon enough. You sigh, "I don't have enough information to look for a common enemy." You tap on the first victim, Yoon Yerin. "Especially on her."

Chan folds his arm and stares at you. This look ok you is another one of Chan's favorites. You purse your lips, eyebrows furrowed together as you concentrate. Your eyes don't waver just like your heart in moments like this and Chan thinks he could fall even further for you, for your confidence.

"I'll probably swing by her place and see what I can find there. What's your plan?"

"Drop by at Rowoon's and find out where the fuck he was last night when his wife was murdered and his child was all alone." Chan stands by your side and you nod.

"Be home by 6:30?"

"Sure thing, honey," Chan laughs and he kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for a little while longer and you still, body heating up in his contact.

You nervously laugh, pushing him away slightly, "You're in character," You laugh again. "Method acting, right? that's good."

Chan looks away, avoiding contact with you and mumbling, "Yeah. Method acting."

He wonders how long he has to put up with this stupid method acting. 

"Any luck?"

"Besides having Rowoon almost barf on my very nice dress shirt, no," you hear Chan speaking through the phone. You walk further down the neighborhood, lush green trees on either side. As much as you despised Changbin, you had to agree — the neighborhood is great. Just that it wasn't meant for people like you. People not rich.

"Do you want me to press a shirt for you?" You tease. 

"Would my wife do that?"

"In your dreams," you roar in laughter. Chan chuckles on the other end of the line. 

"Anyhow, Rowoon was out fucking one of his mistress last night. He's also pretty fucked up with the death and has not stopped drinking."

"He has an alibi?"

"Yeah," Chan sighs. "It's definitely not my homeowner's rage theory then."

You walk a little more till you stand in front of an unremarkable suburban house. You tell Chan on the other end, "I'm here. I'll get back to you soon. Bye," and hang up almost immediately. Quietly, you turn on your tape recorder and speak into it.

"184 Arbor Way. The house that belonged to Yoon Yerin, the first victim. Yerin lived alone which is uniquely for this predominantly family oriented neighborhood. That alone may have made her stand out and a target for suspicion."

You walk around the house, trying to look into it and around it, "The place is scrubbed clean. Whoever Yerin was, I'll have to find out from inside. The outside is scrubbed way too clean to get rid of any possible doubts." 

You take a step back and look around to see if anyone was passing by, before you lay your hand around the door knob and try turning it. It's locked. You wonder if Rowoon had the key. Glancing around carefully, you slide a paperclip from your pocket into the keyhole and jiggle it once — twice, till the door opens.

You smile brightly, "Some skills are rooted, ha! Thank God, I dated that sketchy guy back in college."

You pull open the door. Inside, the house is spotlessly clean. Almost as if no one ever lived in it. Whoever cleaned the place did a thorough job, almost leaving it spotless. You walk around the house, looking into every corner and room there to find anything. However, you are left looking at nothing but bare floors, undecorated walls and sparkling clean surfaces enough to shine.

You turn to leave, sighing out an air of disappointment when a gold sparkle catches your eye in the light. You bend down and find a man's golden cufflink lying against the corner of the room. Taking a latex glove from your pocket, you pick it up and bag it in a plastic cover, hiding it in your jacket as you leave only to bump into Somin.

"Oh, Hey," you stammer.

"I don't mean to pry but did you just come out from Yoon Yerin's house?" She raises an eyebrow and you hesitate, fingers holding the plastic bag tightly in your pocket.

"No, no, I—" You sigh, looking down. Lying after being caught red handed is useless. "Yes. I'll admit that I did."

"What on earth were you doing there?" She asks and you realise that to anyone from outside, your actions seemed very suspicious — enough to blow off your whole cover.

"The thing is, Yerin, I was there because," you close your eyes and inhale a sharp breath of air, "I was there because I got curious."

"Of?"

"I just heard what happened to Yerin and I needed to come and see the house myself."

"What could you possibly look for?" Her eyes waver and she looks back at the house.

"Some signs maybe," you look back to follow her gaze, "Maybe a blood stain or something. I know this might come out as a bit weird but I have always been fascinated by macabre. I even listen to Stephanie Soo's true crime podcasts regularly."

She smiles fondly and nods, "I understand. To be very honest, I was fascinated by Yoon Yerin too when I heard of her death. I tried coming by to see what had happened. But now," she sobs. "Jihoon is dead and so is Jieun. They say that there is a serial killer on the loose."

"It's so sad that it happened in this neighborhood," you take a step forward, trying to walk away.

"I know, right? The whole point of living in a gated community is to keep the awful things out." Somin leans forward and puts her hand around your shoulders. "Look, you seem like a really nice person, Y/N, so I'm going to be honest with you. There is something bad happening here, something very very bad. Keep your head down till it's over. It's for the best." 

Her tone is lower than ever and the advice sounds scarier than usual, something as if it were to warn you of an impending danger. You call Chan and he picks up quick.

"About pressing your shirt? I think I can do that. I have some pretty cufflinks to match them."

Later that night, you sit in your kitchen, the same board looming over you. You try to map out even more connections on your chart of suspects. The whole board is so covered with lines of strings that it almost looks like a spider web.

Behind you, the door swings open and Chan comes in, strides longer and quicker to take him to you as he screams, "Honey, I'm home."

You laugh, twirling in your rotating chair as you look at him and ask, "How long have you been wanting to do that?"

"Since we got this assignment. Of course, I mean," he tries putting a serious face, "It is sad that we were forced to do this by Han when he blackmailed us with that sex tape—"

"It's not a sex tape."

"The footings, but," Chan smiles widely, "It wasn't so bad to play house with you, Y/N."

"Likewise, Chan."

"Now, did you find anything?" Chan asks, resting his chin on your shoulder once you turn to face the board, his hand on your other and you freeze, surprised by the sudden contact, ironically. "This mapping just got messier."

"Yeah," you exhale and your shoulders slouch. Chan stands up straight as he tries to understand the board before him. "I tried mapping all the infidelities and affairs and this is what I got. A whole mess. It's all convoluted now."

Chan's eyes widen as he tries tracing the lines with his index finger before giving up. "Is everyone cheating on their spouses here?"

"Almost everyone."

Chan takes a step back, opens the fridge and pulling out a can of beer, he goes to sit on the sofa. You turn your chair around and watch him take a sip of it.

"Wow, you look as if you're right at home," you tease.

"There's space for two here," he pats the sofa by his side, and grins sheepishly. 

You get up and take your own can of beer from the fridge, mumbling, "I can sure take a break," and walk towards him, plopping down by his side. The two of you clink your beer cans, the sound clattering through the walls.

"It's Christmas tomorrow, you know?" 

You hum in agreement, "It's my first one outside home."

"I hope we can crack the case soon so that you can at least spend a few hours with your family on Christmas."

"Hey," you nudge his arm, "The thought of spending Christmas with you does not repulse me, okay?"

"I had not even said that," Chan gasps. He turns to look at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "So does that mean the thought does repulse you?"

"Don't twist my words," you laugh.  

"Do you want to get married?"

You choke on your drink, eyes wide as you look at him. He pats your back as he tells you to breathe slowly. You finally ask, "The thought or with a specific person?"

"Both."

"Yes, and no," you mumble. "I do want to get married once but," you look at Chan for a minute as he drinks his beer. "I don't think I have my feelings sorted properly to have the privilege to think of thoughts like that."

Chan leans forward, eyes dazed and fixed on yours. Has he always been this beautiful, this captivating? Has he always made your heart beat so much quicker?

"Do you think you'll ever be ready to sort them out?"

You sputter and choke again. Chan smiles again; this time however, it looked sad. He stands up, placing the beer can down on the table before. "I should get some fresh air. Take a stroll in the neighborhood and make sure nothing is going around, yeah."

You turn away, face too scared to look at him in worries of your emotions being transparent. "Yeah, you should do that. I'll get back to the mapping."

"I'll, uhm, I'll be back in a few." Chan rubs the back of his neck before quickly stepping out of the house. You sigh, head fuzzy with the overload of emotions. 

He doesn't know you were ready. He doesn't know you wanted more. He doesn't know how you confessed that night to him in the moonlight. He doesn't know of how you feel, because of you. You never told him directly, always twisting your words and actions. If anything, you had no one else besides yourself to blame.

"Chan," you whisper but it's too late. He's out.

A step too late to realise as always.

You snap out of your daze caused by the overload of emotions. Getting up, you slightly slap yourself and mumble, "Focus. Back to work now." You reach out into your pocket and take the cufflinks to file away. You turn it around in your hand when it flashes.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," you zero in on the object in your hand. "I've seen this cufflink before." You rush to the board, eyes scanning the pictures to see where you had seen it when it finally lands on the second picture pinned on the board.

You had seen it on the second victim — Kim Jihoon.

"Oh my god," you sigh, hand limp on both sides as you realise you know who it is. You know who the killer is and you know her motive. 

"I know the killer. It's Somin, oh my—"

"Clever girl," you hear the feminine voice from behind you. You spin around quickly, hand on your chest as your eyes widen to find Somin standing by the door with a huge butcher knife in her hold.

"It was you!"

"That's right. Me." She takes a step forward. Instinctively, you glance back across the living room to where your gun hangs in a holster, draped over the coat rack.

Somin takes another step forward, speaking, "Sweet little Somin. Fragile, pitiful Somin. Somin who everyone always thinks they can pick on, lie to and laugh at — Ha!" He leaps forward and wildly waves her knife. She yells. "Well, who's laughing now? Who's laughing now?"

You dodge back, repeating to yourself to dawn the fact that it is true, that, "Jihoon was having an affair with Yerin."

"That ungrateful, cheating bastard couldn't wait to jump into that slut's bed. So I showed them both," she laughs. "I showed them both well."

"That I can understand," you edge closer to the coat stand to try and get your gun. "But why did you have to kill Jieun too?"

"Are you kidding me?" She yells. "That bitch stole my snickerdoodle recipe."

You huff out in disbelief, eyes narrowing at her and eyebrows furrowing, "Ah, I see. You're a full blown psychotic."

"I was going to stop after her, you know? But then you had to go and poke your nose around in the neighborhood. Stupid bitch."

Somin takes another step towards you and you know you are still far away from your gun. She is now almost at an arm's reach and you take a step backwards instinctively. She waves her knife again and you dodge it carefully.

"Who are you, huh? A cop?"

"An NIS profiler actually." She looks lost and you sigh. "A cop, yes."

"Well, Y/N," she glares. "Do you know what I hate the most? Liars." Somin lunges at you, jabbing the knife towards your throat. You dodge to the side, neatly weaving around the thrust. Somin stumbles past you, knocking over a giant carton of cereal, spilling it everywhere.

"Argh," and she swipes again. You dodge nimbly to the side again. Her knife cuts through the air with an audible hiss and the adrenaline pumps into your blood from the fear. The knife hits the fruit bowl and sends bright red apples scattering on the table, over your notes.

"Well, well, aren't you fast?"

"You've no fucking idea," you hiss, taking in as much air as you can. You back up and feel the counter behind you.

"Enough talk!"

You gulp, gripping the counter firmly. Somin dives towards you, slicing her knife at you. You reach back and grab a heavy toaster. You pull it around and holdi it out in front of you. It crackles loudly with a hot, electrical burst.

"Fuck." Somin jerks back, as if stung, the knife dropped from her grip. The knife clatters to the floor, it's tip blackened from char thanks to the electricity. Somin steps away, clenching and unclenching her hand. 

"That fucking hurts, you bitch." 

You drop the toaster and step back, putting your hands up defensively in front of your face. You propose, "Look, Somin, it's still not too late to surrender. We can still end this peacefully, alright?"

"You think I'm going to give up just because I lost my knife? I need to survive." Somin bounces up and down, assuming a combative stance. "I've been taking aerobic kickboxing for four years." She bounds towards you and shoots a lightning fast kick at your head. You guard your face and block her kick. She bounces back and aims to kick at your shins, hard. You jump, hopping back neatly avoiding her kick.

"Are you done?"

"No," Somin recovers quickly, spinning in a fast arc and throwing out a devastating, high roundhouse. You throw up your hands and block the kick. She staggers back, her balance off. 

You seize the moment to spin around, swing low and lunge towards Somin, jamming the palm of your hand into her chin. You slide your one leg between hers and jerk back, kicking her feet out from under her and slam her down into the ground. The back of her head hits the cold tiles on the floor. You force yourself on top of her, pressing down on her chest with one knee and pant, "Four years of kickboxing, huh? Try seven years of krav maga."

She squirms under you, huffing, "Get off," and quickly lunging to get the toaster. Your eyes widen and you try to grab her hands. However, she's already about to throw the toaster when you hear the sound of metal clinking once and the toaster falling by your side.

"Nah, you're not going to hurt my wife," you turn to look at Chan, pointing the gun. He walks further ahead to the two of you. "Kim Somin, you are under arrest for the murder of Yoon Yerin, Kim Jihoon and Kim Jieun. You have the right—"

"They were all liars. All cheaters. It's not fair," she yells, struggling under your hold. You hold her wrists tighter and Chan slams the handcuffs on her. 

"It's over, Somin. It's all over. The court will hear the rest, and the dead will have their peace."

"Did you reach home?"

Your phone is connected to the bluetooth speakers in your car and you hear Chan's voice in the small vehicle. You rotate the steering wheel as you turn to the right across the street. It's a comparatively quieter day, almost as if it's in stark contrast to the shit that went down last night.

"Not yet. I'm two minutes away."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Chan laughs and you smile, your lips pressed together to prevent you from breaking into a big grin. "Don't miss your husband too much."

"Still in character, I see." You press on the gas to reach home a little quicker. "Are you spending it alone?"

"Nah," you hear voices in the background. "I'm spending it with Felix and Han."

"Don't miss me too much either then," you tease back and pull up at your place. You park the car in the garage and sit in the car as you speak to Chan. "And I'll meet you back in office in a few days—"

"Did you reach?"

"Oh, yes?"

"Then, check the backseat. It's my Christmas gift for you," Chan says. You unbuckle your seat belt and lift yourself up to turn back and search the backseat only to find a small box. You stretch your arms to grab it and finally sit back in your seat. 

"Did you find it?" You hear Chan through the speakers again. You hum in response and open the gift.

It's a necklace. A beautiful thin silver chain with a snowflake pendant hanging and you gasp, heart beating way too quick. He remembers. He remembers. He remembers. If you were not already flushed by the gift, the note stuck on the underside of the cover of the box has your mind fuzzy, feelings all over.

The moon is beautiful.

"Chan?"

"Yeah? Did you not like the gift? I'm—"

"I'm coming over in ten minutes. Send Han and Felix away. All I want this Christmas is you. Just you."

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[tenthgrove]

What if yandere la squadra had the nightmare? Sorry if it's too harsh bc I've read horror and sad stuffs. It's about he found his darling (who leave for nightshift work) sobs and cried, her body filled with blood, cuts and tears in the dark street. When he asking her what happen to her? Who hurts her? She's looks at him and said.

"Don't fret. I love you. I've done my best to lived and be strong for you. I bet I've done my best, but I'm too weak. I want to stay but I have to leave for good. I'm sorry..." As she blew away like dust in the sky.

He suddenly woke up and found his darling sleeping near him and gets hurt but less than his nightmare, she woke up and looks at him.

"Hey don't cry. I'm sorry, I dunno know that you're worried about me."

Okay I couldn't help myself and now I'm doing a short drabble for each of them from the perspective of darling when they wake up. Only did four but if you want me to write the rest let me know.

Formaggio

You’ve become so accustomed to his smile when you wake up. The sight of Formaggio sat cross-legged next to you, staring dead ahead at the end of your bedroom honestly scares you more than anything he’s ever done. Are you still dreaming? You blink. The mirthless expression on his face doesn’t disappear.

“Maggi?” you call, praying the sweet nickname he adores will placate him. He turns over to you, a warm hand coming to your chest as his smile returns. But there’s a sadness behind it.

“Heya kitten,” he responds.

“Is everything okay? You’re kinda scaring me. Never seen you like this before,” you admit.

“Aww I’m sorry,” he apologises. “Nothing’s wrong I promise. I just got myself worked up over something but it’s all fine now… you’re fine.”

His smile becomes warmer and he lies down next to you again.

“You get back to sleep now. Let’s do something nice tomorrow. I’ll cook you something sweet for breakfast. Yeah, we’ll make it our day.”

Prosciutto

There was a time you never could have fathomed Prosciutto looking vulnerable. It’s a visage of heartlessness he likes to put up a lot, but ever since he took you to his home it’s become a common sight. He paces. Hair dishevelled, breathing heavy. Only you can see him like this.

“Oh, you’re awake-” he mutters, marching back over to the bed as if to pretend he never left it. “I didn’t disturb you did I? Apologies, Darling, if I did.”

“No, no… you didn’t disturb me,” you lie. Prosciutto nods and slides a little further down the bed, though nowhere near enough to get back to sleep. He is quiet, for a minute, as are you.

“Bad dream,” he finally confesses.

“Oh?”

“Yes. About you.”

Maybe it’s cruel, but the admittance warms your heart a little. It’s moments like these that are making you accept he really does care about you, as much as first impressions suggested otherwise.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him.

“Why? I should be thanking you,” he chuckles. “You bring so much joy to me, don’t ever forget that.”

He rubs your hand under the sheets. “Get back to sleep,” he tells you. “You know how much your health matters to me.”

Risotto

“Bedda! Bedda wake up!”

Risotto’s course breath tickles your ear as he whispers you back to consciousness.

“Huh? What is it? Are we in danger?” your murmur, the nature of your captor’s occupation always keen in your mind.

“No sweetheart. We’re fine. Just… are you alright?” he asks sensitively.

“Uh yeah? Was I wheezing in my sleep or something?”

“No, I-” Risotto shuffles into a kneeling position, shoulders hunched shamefully. He looks almost like a child. You’ve never seen him like this before. “I’ve been a fool,” he sighs.

“Why, what have you done?” you ask, confused.

“I had a nightmare,” Risotto finally admits. “That’s why I woke you up. I’m sorry, it was very stupid of me.”

“Oh Ris that’s okay,” you tell him, without needing to think about it. You shuffle closer and hug him. “It’s okay, I can tell you’re shaken.”

“No… I should be the one protecting you from your fears. I don’t like you seeing me like this,” he ruminates.

“Well tough. I’m here now,” you smile, resting your weight against him.

Gelato

You wake with a jolt as you suddenly feel a great force on top of you. Instinct takes over and you claw at whatever it is, flinging them off of you.

“Hey hey hey! It’s only me sweetie!” a voice assures. Gelato, you should have guessed.

“That doesn’t help much!” you shout defensively.

Gelato scurries away from you, putting up his hands in a show of peace. You notice he’s almost fully dressed, though the warmth in the sheets next to you suggests he was sleeping there a while before you woke up.

“Sorry baby, just instinct. I had a bad dream about you and my first reflex was to jump on you to make sure you were okay. Sorry about that one honeybee,” he shrugs lightheartedly. “So… can I get back into bed with you?” he tries his luck. You sigh. You admit you do feel a little sorry for him being so shaken.

“Sure. But I’m telling Sorbet you jumped on me.”

Gelato tuts, but smiles.

“Okay. Fair’s fair.”

#yandere cw #formaggio #prosciutto #risotto nero #sorbet and gelato #soft yandere