#and i love them all equally xoxo

[hariboz]

NEW YEARS KISS

“your best friend decides to volunteer when you complain about not having anyone to kiss on new year’s eve!”

pairing: bff!gyuvin x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!, friends to lovers!!

warnings: reader is somewhat of a romantic (?), reader is also said to be a little inexperienced in terms of dating!!, a little (implied?) jealousy from gyuvin, seunghan cameo (1. FREE HIM!! HE DID NOTHING!! 2. he was the first non-jebi guy i thought of <3), they’re cute <3, this is nawt my best work i literally wrote this on new year’s eve while with my family 😭

notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY POOKIES!! i hope all of you have an amazing, healthy and happy 2024 🥹🫶🏻 may all your goals come to fruition!! also, i’m very excited for a new year with my jebis, may they continue to thrive and be as happy as they can be <3 also, hope wakeone burns down xoxo MWAH LOVE U ALL <33 ALSO!! i picked gyuvin for this bc some knetz are pissing me off currently with their stupid hate for gyuvin, so i decided to write this bc i LOVE KIM GYUVIN!! IF YOU DONT MAY GOD STRIKE YOU DOWN

word count: 1.6k

you don’t mind being single, really. it’s not really the ‘being single’ part that makes you feel weird, but rather just…not getting to have the same experiences as your friends. always having to sit and nod along when they talk about a date they went on, or how they celebrated a holiday with their partner. it’s exhausting being surrounded by couples all the time. they’re all your friends and you’re happy for them, but when it comes to events like this, you really wish you’d have more single friends.

new year’s eve is supposed to be fun, filled with laughter and loud excitement for the coming year — it is all that, but it’s also you watching your friends huddle together once the countdown to midnight starts, sharing sweet nothings before celebrating the new year with a sickeningly sweet new years kiss.

all while you kind of just stand there, celebrating the arrival of yet another year on your own. for those few lips-locking seconds, at least. is it a little silly to feel left out? of course, but is it really that absurd to want to experience a new years kiss just like everyone else? well, you don’t think so. gyuvin, your best friend, sees things a little differently, though.

“it’s so stupid, i don’t get why you’re so hung up on it,” gyuvin huffs past his snacking on some chips, throwing you a sideways glance. “just think about it, most of them have a different new year’s kiss every year. does that seem like something you want?” you roll your eyes, snatching the bag of chips from his hands. “you don’t get it,” you stuff a handful of chips into your mouth, “it’s romantic. it’s like saying ‘i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you.’ you’re not romantic enough for this.”

gyuvin just gives you a skeptic look, turning his attention back to the drama playing on your tv. it’s silent for a while, both of you a little lost in your respective thoughts until gyuvin quietly speaks up, “does it really bother you? that you don’t have someone to….” he trails off, voice a little unsure. his voice is sincere and doesn’t have the teasing tone it had earlier so you’re a little caught off guard.

you clear your throat, answering in an equally small voice, “well…yeah, kinda? i don’t know. i just think it would be…nice, for a change, you know? i want to experience stuff like that too, instead of just always watching from the sidelines.” gyuvin nods, seemingly understanding where you’re coming from, and that was that. for now, at least.

you didn’t think much of that little one off conversation, neither of you bringing it up again in the weeks that followed. though, unbeknownst to you, that seemingly unimportant conversation kept knocking at the back of gyuvin’s mind every single day. he thought about it an embarrassing amount, really. he kept telling himself that it was because he thought you were being silly, and all those times he thought about being the one giving you your new year’s kiss were definitely nothing more than fleeting, stupid thoughts. nothing more.

which is why gyuvin is so conflicted when he walks through the door of your little friend group get together on new year’s eve, bags of snacks in hand, only to see you laughing with a guy he hasn’t seen before. there’s an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in his chest and he almost involuntarily thinks back to your conversation, to the fact that you really want to kiss someone once the clock strikes midnight — and it starts to mess with his head.

he’s quickly roped into a conversation with ricky and some of his other friends, though his eye seem to be glued to you instead of the people talking to him right in front of him; his eyes drifting back to you giggling along to whatever that strange guy was talking about every few minutes, the unsettled feeling in his chest spreading all over his body. “are you even listening?” gyuvin’s attention is ripped away from staring holes in that guys head when ricky addresses him directly, ricky’s hand on his shoulder bringing him back to reality.

“yeah, sorry.” the smile on gyuvin’s face is tight, ricky glancing to where you’re still speaking to the guy and it all makes sense to him. he sends gyuvin a sympathetic look and tries to keep up the conversation, though it’s clear gyuvin’s mind is entirely preoccupied.

when the calls for new snacks start, gyuvin immediately volunteers to filling the bowls back up in the kitchen, if only to avoid his eyes from drifting back to you and the guy — whose name is seunghan, he learned — and in turn dampening his mood even further. today is supposed to be fun, why is he moping around like this?

“what did the chips do to you? you’re practically glaring ar them,” gyuvin’s head whips around at your voice, the playful smile on your face lifting some of the heaviness in his chest when he sees you standing in the doorway.

“oh, hey.” gyuvin gives you a small smile and goes back to his snack duties while trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, “who’s the guy you’ve been talking to? you bring him along?”

shaking your head you reach over to steal a handful of cheese puffs gyuvin had just emptied into a bowl, “not me, but ahrin. his name is seunghan and she has her eye on him,” you mumble, “he’s funny and they both seem to like each other.” gyuvin nods, hand absentmindedly playing with his sleeves, “you think she’ll go for the new years kiss with him?” gyuvin asks, and you can tell he regrets the question as soon as he asked it.

you just shrug silently, the sudden mention of the kiss rendering you a little speechless. “ and you? you got anyone to kiss this year?” gyuvin says in an overly sarcastic tone, seemingly in an effort to loosen the tension a little. you snort at that, “ha ha, very funny. leave me and my romantic aspirations alone,” the lightheartedness in your voice makes gyuvin relax a little, and just when he’s about to speak, someone bangs against the kitchen door, demanding your attention.

“c’mon you two, we’re playing some games,” matthew calls before rushing back to the living room. you and gyuvin share a short glance before loading up on all the snacks and following suit, excited for the mess that is most definitely about to ensue.

two screaming matches, one round of (rigged, according to hao) just dance, three bowls of snacks and dozens of tears spilt through laughter later and the almost dreaded countdown to midnight is inching closer. the couples are slowly starting to separate from the group again, looking for an area that is less crowded and a little more romantic. your high mood is slowly starting to go down, the feeling of once again being the third wheel, in a way, accompanied by this off-putting feeling of loneliness in a room full of your friends bringing the self-doubt at the back of your mind to the forefront again.

gyuvin plops down next to you, stretching his long limbs with a groan, “god i hate sitting on the floor,” he looks around, the amount of couples in your friend group only now really hitting him, “damn, is that kiss really that important?” it was a rhetorical question, really, and he was speaking to himself more than anything, yet you turn to scowl at him.

you open your mouth to go on a rant about the lack of romance in gyuvin’s mindset when he suddenly turns to you, cheeks a little flushed but eyes filled with determination, “i’ll do it.”

you blink at him, “huh? do what?” gyuvin swallows, “kiss you. give you the new years kiss you want.” it takes a second for his words to register, before you splutter at him incredulously, “what— gyuvin why would we—“

“okay, time for the countdown! ten!” you hear from the other side of the room, and panic starts to fill gyuvin’s expression. “because i want to. i’ve been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it, and—“

“seven!”

“you said it was like saying that i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you, right?” his eyes search for yours, his pupils shaking and you nod, still a little stunned.

“four!”

“that’s exactly i want to tell you. so please—“

“three!”

“i want to be the one to give you your new years kiss. if you want—“

“two!”

and then, it happens. you grab his face and pull him close, hesitation for just a millisecond before your lips meet right as it reaches midnight. the fireworks outside colouring the sky feel almost pathetic in comparison to the burst of emotions exploding in your chest, it’s warm and fuzzy and just feels so right.

both of your faces are flushed bright red as your lips separate, but neither of you can keep from biting back the goofy smiles spreading on your faces. before you can even begin to think of something to say gyuvin leans back in, pressing another kiss to your lips.

and another. and another…and another.

you only separate for good when your giggles break through the kiss, gyuvin’s hands cupping your face, “i’d say that was a pretty good start into the new year, no?”

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[kiwisbell]

Loser [frankie morales]

Frankie Morales has always been a total fucking loser. Maybe, at least, you can teach him how a woman likes to be touched.

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pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

rating: 18+ (mdni)

word count: ~ 7k

tags/warnings: loser!frankie, frankie loving women so much he's terrified of them, inexperienced frankie, experienced reader, dry humping, premature ejaculation, subby!frankie, we’ll call him “takes directions well” frankie, pussy eating king frankie morales, overstimulation, oral sex (m and f receiving), body worship, dirty talk, frankie likes being called a good boy, begging!frankie, whimpering/whining, reader is pope’s sister, pining, lack of self-confidence, anxiety, affectionate brother-sister name-calling, birthday blowjob

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a/n: hi lovelies!! this has been a mini passion project of mine for a while - the phrase "loser frankie" hasn't stopped rattling around in my head since i thought of it. thank you to my besties @northernbluess and @tieronecrush for being so supportive and unhinged as always in your support of loser!frankie, and for beta'ing this silly little fic. i hope you enjoy, friends, and please tell me what you think!! xoxo

LOSER

Nobody ever decorates for a house party. Apparently, you thought it would be worth it. 

A holographic Dollar Tree paper banner strung from one wall to the opposite, HAPPY BIRTHDAY blaring bright red-green-blue-yellow in the entryway to Santiago’s home. Helium balloons swaying hello on either side of the makeshift archway, equally obnoxious and slightly less ugly. Foil-wrapped paperweights tether them to the ground, but it doesn’t matter because the second Benny arrives, he’s tossing a dart from the board in the next room through a balloon and letting the lonely string flutter, flaccid, to the ground. 

Fumbling their way through tone-deaf renditions of “Happy Birthday” are Will, Benny, and a handful of other friends. Beer pong tables are set up in the kitchen and the sharp crack! of pool balls echoes up the stairs. House music pounds through the shoddy Bluetooth speakers that aren't quite equipped to handle these volumes. It feels like he's back in college, dragged from frat house to frat house where his much-more-suave roommates chatted up pretty girls as he hid in the corner. 

You’re so beautiful. It's rare that he can be in the same room as you and retain any moisture in his mouth. Tonight’s no different. He can hear your enchanting laughter from every corner of the house as he quietly follows you from room to room without ever getting close enough to let you notice him. Sometimes you'll bring your manicured hand up onto someone’s shoulder and honey will drip from your tongue as you ask so sweetly: Have you seen Frankie?

It’s his birthday, after all. And he’s been avoiding you all night. 

Frankie sips his sweating beer as he watches you and Pope arm wrestle for the last Pilsner—or, more accurately, you're wrestling to decide who gets to not drink the last Pilsner. 

“I’m not gonna arm wrestle you. I’ll break your fuckin’ arm.” This from Pope, already half in the bag, the consonant-to-vowel slide a little slurred, knocking back the remainder of his (sixth? seventh?) Bud Light. 

And you, not-quite tipsy, in your tight Levis and your low-cut shirt, the picture of poise—if Frankie considers that nearly everyone else in the room is hammered apart from you. And himself. “What are you, a pussy? Put ‘er there, Santi Claus, and let me see what you've got.”

Pope sighed and placed his elbow on the table, locking his thumb around yours, as Benny slapped a “Three, two, one, fight!” on the surface of the table. 

Pope is victorious, slamming your hand down on the table and whooping along with Ironhead. Benny, who’d bet on you, smacks his brother upside the head. You take your loss like a champ and crack the Pilsner open on the edge of the table, gulping it down while the guys cheer your name. Your fist chugs in tandem with their cries. 

Frankie, rubbing his clammy palms along his thighs, swallows hard as he looks on from the couch. Some of the beer dribbles down your chin, pooling in the hollow of your throat, spilling over, waterfalling, between your tits. He downs the rest of his beer—not a fucking Pilsner—and flees to the front porch while patting his pockets for a cigarette. The music muffles to a distant cry. 

“You mind if I bum a light?”

Frankie feels a distinct sting in the nape of his neck as he jolts in the direction of your voice. He whirls on you and sheepishly scrapes his hand through his hair. His muscles still twinge. 

“Uh, I—yeah. No. Don't mind.” He fumbles around in his back pocket and gives you his lighter because he doesn't trust his trembling fingers not to drop it. You smile at him graciously and light your cigarette, turning the flame on his own. 

“Thank you, Cat.” You rest your elbows on the porch railing and blow your smoke through the pinhole of your parted lips. It dissipates into the dark sky with his own. “Are you enjoying the party?”

He’s rigid, his hands white-knuckling the railing, lips suctioned around the filter. The sticky-hot flush of anticipatory humiliation lingers high on his cheeks. Your expensive perfume sticks to the inside of his nasal passages. He thinks this is what drowning feels like. 

“Yeah,” he rasps, disgusted by the sound of his own voice. He clears his throat and takes another drag. “Yeah, it's great. You did a good job.”

Your lips twist in self-reproach. “You’re very sweet, Frankie, but I spent a whole of twenty bucks on the décor. You deserved better than the Dollar Tree.”

He shakes his head, scratching his beard. “Nah. Don't need much. ‘n you were away ‘til yesterday, and—”

“And my brother is an idiot who wouldn’t remember the date if a calendar gave him a colonoscopy.” Frankie snorts his agreement. He can't meet your eye. If he does, he’ll see distant lamplight gleaming in them and turn to stone. “So, if you see him around before he passes out drunk, give him a slap for me, will you?”

He dips his head in subservience to your wishes. He has no problem smacking Pope around a little. “How was your trip?”

You sidle up a little closer to him and his cheeks burn. “Cat, honey, I can't hear you.”

He clears his throat and meets your eye only to drop his gaze again. His ears are scorching. “How was your trip?” he says louder. 

You hum sweetly and he feels his shoulders drop. “It was relaxing. Got a little too much sun, drank a few too many margaritas, but it was nice. Kel and Valerie told me all about their new relationships and that only made me drink some more.”

Frankie didn't know you were single. Last he heard, you'd found some asshole at the bar. Frankie had spent too many hours subject to Will and Benny’s teasing about how he didn't get in on time and would never have a piece of that ass. He’d watched the guy, Eric, drop you off at Frankie’s shop so you could get the car he’d been fixing up. 

He tries to smile but it feels like pinching a nerve. “That’s good.”

“I was excited to come back and see you.”

He blinks at you. Swirling ribbons of smoke dance away on the slight breeze. 

“What?”

“Imagine my disappointment”—your lower lip juts out as you prowl toward him and he isn’t sure why you’ve ever called him Cat when it’s you who stalks so silently after your prey—“when the birthday boy doesn’t even give me the time of day.”

His mouth feels like chewing cotton, and he’s grinding his teeth for another cigarette. You beam across the room at him, producing something from the back of your waistband. 

His cap.

“Forgot this,” you tell him, reaching up and fitting the hat back over his head. 

Fuck. You’re so fucking close. He can smell your perfume and the cloying scent of beer you haven’t yet cleaned from your chest and he’s fairly fucking sure you’d feel his erection through his jeans if you stepped any closer. 

You always know how to get under his skin. And he always lets you because every first glance, first syllable, first touch, feels like the first descent of morning sunlight through the window. You've always warmed his skin a touch too hot. But he burns up in it. You smell so sweet. 

“I… uh…” Frankie swallows, floundering, instinctively tucking his curls behind his ears. “Thanks. For the hat.”

Jesus fucking Christ, Morales. In your fucking forties and you still don't know how to talk to a woman. 

Stop looking at her tits. Fucking hell, man.

Stop. Fucking. Looking. 

“Frankie, honey.” Your soothing lilt draws his eyes back up to your mouth, and he feels bone-tired, molten, fairly sweaty. Your brows are drawn together in the middle. “Are you okay?”

He licks his lips. “Wh—what?”

You sidle up a little closer, your fingers playing along the rim of his cap. “You're quiet tonight,” you say softly. “Did I do something wrong?”

Funny. Frankie can't recall a single moment in his years of knowing you when he was able to string together a coherent sentence. Sure, he fixed up your car over the summer while you were away on a work trip and he set up your new phone after you broke the last one partying. He's happily lapped at your heels and fixed what was broken and done everything you never asked him to. 

Every platonic touch met with blushing aversion, a couple days’ retreat to the garage, going dark, no-contact, fixing up more cars and bikes and choppers. Every Thank you, Frankie met with relative silence, a tight nod, a tactical drag of his cigarette. 

“Is it because he’s my brother?”

Frankie’s jaw ticks. 

You've always been untouchable—the goddamn Venus de Milo. Yeah, Pope would rip him a new one if he knew the things Frankie dreamed about his sister. But you’re the one touching him. You’re the one whose hand drifts slowly down his face, cupping his jaw in your hand, eyes warm and gooey, making a choice with every inch your soft hands explore.

“I like you, Frankie,” you tell him. “Do you like me, too?”

He nods frantically, his hands flexing at his sides. “Mhm,” he manages, tight-lipped, his voice breaking.

Like is such a plain word. How does one merely watch the sunrise? How does someone walk past you on the street? You’re meant for indulging, for pleasing, for theses and soapboxes and megaphones. You’re more than idle like. He nods anyway. Coward. 

“Then Santi shouldn’t matter,” you whisper. “None of it should matter. I threw this party for you. I wanna know you’re having fun.”

“I am,” he says hurriedly. “Fuck, I am. It’s fun. You—you did everything right.” 

You’re such a fucking moron, Morales. Tell her how you feel. 

You smile, brushing the pad of your thumb under his bearded chin. “Good. Will you stay for a while afterward to help me clean up?”

Frankie nods again, and you pull him in for a tight embrace. He stiffens, his eyes instinctively shuddering closed as your body presses up against him. Your nails scratch at the nape of his neck and he feels his cock twitch, filling his boxers against your thigh. He should be panicking, scrambling to escape your grasp before you can feel the thick weight of his desire for you, but he’s frozen, immobile, his brain poisoned by the heady smell of your shampoo and perfume. His hands are pressed firm to his sides, blunt fingernails biting his palms. 

“Happy birthday, Francisco.”

He barely registers that you’ve spoken, his lips absently parting in to inhale the warmth radiating from your throat as he begins to lower his head, and fuck—he’s never been touched this way. Instinct begins to snap and growl when you pull away, but you’re beaming up at him, soothing the animal, and pressing a kiss to his patchy beard.

“Thank you,” he says, the newborn deer on trembling legs. You disappear inside the house, leaving him alone on the porch, throbbing house music reverberating through his chest. Frankie staggers on his feet, bracing himself on the railing. 

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Fuckin’ Christ.”

Around two o’clock in the morning, he's stuffing beer-soaked tablecloths and balloon weights and banners into a garbage bag. The faint clinking of glass echoes from the kitchen as you gather empty bottles into the recycling bin. Frankie has been sporting a hard-on all night, and he’s two minutes away from jerking himself off in Santiago’s bathroom. 

Pope himself is upstairs, passed out drunk on his bed, thanks to you. Apart from him, you and Frankie are alone in the house. It's getting harder to ignore the pull of arousal in his belly, the cloudy haze in the back of his head that makes his hands lag behind on simple tasks. 

He thinks of all the times he locked himself in the bathroom at a bar because you wore a tight shirt or a short dress, fucking his hips into his fist until he came with a quiet shudder into his palm. He thinks of all the words he wants to give to you. He thinks of the blood-red ribbon tied taut around all the jumbled syllables and he thinks of all the men you’ll date because he can't even ask you for one. 

His chest is a wick pinched between two fingers. He will never know you the way he burns to. 

“All done,” you sing as you emerge, dropping the bin by the front door. “How’s it coming, Cat?”

He groans as he stands, hauling the garbage bags to the front door. Brushing past you on the way outside, he feels your body heat course through him. 

Frankie stumbles for only a moment as the fog settles lower. You're waiting for him in the foyer. 

“Come on, Frankie,” you purr, winking as you pass him, your hips swaying as you make your way into the kitchen. He follows you eagerly into the next room, tail wagging. 

You’re rummaging in the refrigerator for the leftover birthday cake and sliding a piece each onto some plates. Handing Frankie his share, you gently collide your plate with his to emit the echoic clink of china. “To getting older.”

“Yeah,” he says softly. Your perfume lingers in his hindbrain. “To getting older.”

“I remember when Santi introduced me to you,” you tell him, “the week you all came back for good.”

“Bad first impression?” guesses Frankie. 

You tut. “The opposite, honey. Thought you were sweet. I mean, there are very few guys out there willing to fix my stupid fucking car without expecting even a flash of tit in return.”

He scoffs. “You get that a lot?”

You level him with a playful glare before you lift a sliver of cake to your mouth. “Any of those pretty girls ever ask you to flash your dick?”

Frankie ducks his head, cheeks burning. “Can’t say they have.” 

“You get a lot of pretty girls in your shop?” You pout, tracing the prongs of the fork around the circumference of your plate. “I’d be real jealous.”

“You're fucking with me.” He doesn’t meet your eye, his chin practically tucked into his neck as he continues to prod around his piece of cake. The dread of your imminent rejection burns in his lower belly. 

He sees your hand on his arm before he feels it. “Francisco, look at me.” 

He reluctantly raises his gaze to you. You gently brush your knuckles under his chin. “I wouldn’t tell you how to fly a helicopter. Why should you tell me who I choose to go after?”

Frankie’s throat constricts. “Is—is that what you're doing?” he chokes. “Going after me?”

You shrug coyly, your fingertips dancing over his forearm. The hairs on the back of his neck rise. “Would that make you uncomfortable?”

Vehemently, he shakes his head before you finish your sentence. “No. No. Just… I just didn't think you were interested.”

You take a jolting step backward. “Are you kidding me?” 

He shakes his head again. Not quite as aggressively. 

You begin to laugh, and this is more like the reaction he's used to from women. 

“Fuck, Cat, I’ve been trying to get in your pants for two goddamn years.”

Frankie’s lips part. He’s fairly certain a minute squeak meanders out of his mouth. 

“Wh… But—but you…”

You nibble on your thumbnail as your pupils expand, your eyes darkening to something wicked, indulgent, catlike. “What did you think I meant when I told you I like you, honey?”

“I—”

Another bubbling laugh slips from your mouth. Frankie wants to drown in the sound of it. Jesus, he wants you to humiliate him every day for the rest of his laugh if gets to hear that.

“Do you think I’m pretty, Francisco?”

“Yeah,” he rasps. “I do.”

“Say it.”

The command is coaxing, guiding, and it presses up against the pool of his belly, tension winding tight in his core.

“You're pretty,” he says dumbly. “You're really pretty.”

You take your bottom lip between your teeth and he’s shuddering, his cock uncomfortably trapped under layers of cotton and denim, fingers twitching at his sides.

“Come with me, Frankie,” you say, stretching out your hand, palm-up, like a peace offering to a stampeding animal. 

“What are you…”

“Do you trust me?” 

He scans your body—the curve of your throat, your collarbones, your breasts, thighs, hips—and swallows thickly. “Yeah,” he rasps. “‘Course I do.”

“I have something I need help with,” you tell him, coaxing him gently toward you with the promise of doing a good deed. 

Of course, he goes easily after that. 

You lead him to the living room, now in the relative state it was before the party, and gently urge him to sit on the couch. “Frankie,” you say, lowering yourself next to him, “do you have a girl to keep you company?”

His head jerks up from where it was bent in a demure aversion to meeting your eye. “What? What—no.”

“Do you want a girl to keep you company?” 

A strangled, high-pitched cry lurches halfway up his throat before he suppresses it all. “You… you want to…?”

You’re already nodding your head, winding your arms around his neck, sliding into his lap, sitting on his hard cock like you were fucking meant to—

Oh, God. Oh my God. Holy fucking, shitting, screaming Christ. 

There’s plenty of layers between your body and his. It could hardly be called sexy at all, what with both of you stuck inside thick denim and surrounded by the aftertaste and aftersmell of beer. But it is. Fuck, it is. He can see all of you from here, looking up at you, hair haloed by the sickly yellow pot light behind your head. The cut of your jaw shifts as you take him in. Your chest heaves and he lets himself imagine for a moment that you’re really here, the jaundiced light shifting over the planes of your chest and shoulders.

“I’m going to kiss you, Frankie.” 

He swallows hard, the electric jolt of your core lowering onto his length causing his fingers to flex instinctively, uselessly, against the cushions. “O—kay.”

You bite your lip when you smile, leaning in with a hand on his jaw and slanting your mouth over his. 

He can't believe this is fucking happening. Frankie sighs into your mouth, his hands shooting up, hovering over your hips, not quite touching. He moves his mouth with yours, letting you part his lips and slide your tongue along his. He groans softly, hands trembling over the divot of your waist and hips, accidentally brushing gently over the velvety fabric of your top. Frankie flushes with shame and drops his hands. He shouldn't be touching. You're giving him a gift. If he makes one wrong move, you’ll take it back. 

You laugh into his mouth, breaking away to drop your forehead to his. “You can touch me, Frankie, baby, it’s okay,” you tell him, gently raking your fingers through his hair. “It’ll make me feel good if you touch me.”

Frankie nods, lifting his hands to your waist and settling them apprehensively on your body. It feels like a switch flicks, a closed circuit, heat irradiating the tremor in his fingers. The planes of his palms explore your body, slow, the intricate care he takes in marking your topography melting you in warm shivers against him. He's making you feel good. 

Some of his deep-seated pride gurgles up his chest. He's fucking touching you. 

“Your hands are so big, Frank,” you whisper, gently rolling your hips. He makes a strangled noise, gripping your waist to stop you or encourage you. “You’re so fucking pretty. So handsome.”

He preens, blushing, dropping his head between your tits and nuzzling his cheek into your sternum. “M’not.”

“Yeah, you are.” Another slow grind against his cock and he’s baring his teeth, panting from the effort not to come so quick. Fuck, you'll never touch him again if he comes in his jeans. “You should be told every day. So gorgeous, Frankie. My Frankie.”

He's addicted now that he's got a hit. His hands won't leave you, curling around your waist until they're splayed against your spine, fitting you tighter to him, dipping tentatively toward your ass. And you're guiding his chin up, kissing him again, moaning softly into his mouth, and he's so fucking giddy he could weep. 

His hips buck up against you and he feels your thighs tighten around his hips as his erection nudges your puffy clit. You like that, he notes. It feels good for you when he does that. You gasp into the kiss, your fingers tightening near-painfully in his hair, and Frankie does it again just to feel that prickling ache. 

Give and take. He feels himself learning as you do, carving one another’s tells into your ribs. He needs this, yes, but he's beginning to realise that you do, too. 

You're grinding on him a little more desperately now, hands feverish, selfishly seeking that rough pressure on your clit. And Frankie wants you to have it. Fuck, he needs it so badly. He aches to learn what you look like when you come.  

But his dick is fucking throbbing, and you aren't relenting, and it's been so goddamn long that he’s already close. 

He breathes through his teeth as you begin to lace warm kisses up and down the veins on his throat. “I’m… fuck, I’m…”

You hum, and the vibrations travel from his neck to his cock. He's so close. He’s…

“Talk to me, Frankie. Tell me how it feels,” you coo, licking a stripe up the side of his throat. 

You want him to speak? Christ, he isn't sure he remembers words. “Muy bien… No puedo… F-feels good. Feels reall—fuck, really good.”

He feels your smile against his neck and whines when you nibble his earlobe. “Yeah?” you whisper. His entire body cavitates with a shudder, and you nip him again. “Like it when I do this?”

He groans, squeezing your hips in erratic pulses. “Mhm. Mhm.”

You roll your hips slow and hard against the length of him. You're panting, too, your pupils nearly engulfing your irises. “Use your words, baby,” you say breathlessly. “Let me hear you, Frankie, honey.”

Frankie chokes on his own tongue. “G—fuck. Goddamn, I… Please, please—”

“Please is a good start.” You suck on the spot below his ear and he sees fucking white. 

“Please, I can’t… mierda, no puedo… please, I’m gonna—”

He comes with an embarrassed shout, muffled in your temple, his hand shooting up to rest at the crown of your head and fist your hair. Pleasure skitters up and down his spine as he spills into his own jeans and warms your cunt with the wet spot that blossoms on the denim. 

You stop rolling your hips, still tucked safely in his arms. He can't meet your eyes. He's buried in your throat now, breathing hard, while your nails scratch at the nape of his neck. 

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, bucking helplessly as the last of his orgasm depletes his body. “I’m sorry.”

You're clicking your tongue, smoothing his sweat-matted curls away from his forehead. “Hey, hey. Frankie, baby, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Soothing him with your kind hands, you guide him to look at you. He's flushed high on his cheeks. “Give me a kiss.”

He obeys, unable to deny you, his lips naturally parting to let you in. “Didn’t mean to—”

You press a kiss to his Cupid’s bow, the corner of his mouth, and one of the patches in his beard. “Nobody’s angry with you, Frank.”

The shame toils hot, churning up his guts. “Wanted to—to come inside you.”

You make a close-mouthed noise of understanding. “I know. You wanted to make me feel good, hmm?”

He nods, eyes dipping. 

“You did, Frankie,” you tell him. 

“You didn't come.”

“I don't always have to come to feel good.” You're still smiling, a still-aroused, heavy-lidded smile, and Frankie shakes his head. 

“Wanna make you come. Tell me what to do.”

You sit back gently in his lap. “Are you sure, Frankie?”

“Sí, I’m fucking sure.” He won't leave it like this. He needs to watch you fall to pieces. If it takes all fucking night, it takes all night. It's his birthday, for Christ’s sake. 

You lick your lips and drop your voice to a whisper. “Take off my clothes.”

He scrambles, lifting the hem of your shirt up over your head and fumbling with the clasp of your bra. Both items fall haphazardly to the floor elsewhere, and you stand briefly to give Frankie a good view of your body. 

You're so fucking beautiful. 

Lurching forward, he wraps his arms around your naked waist, pressing his palms to your slick spine and putting his lips to your belly. He kisses his way up your chest until he finds one of your stiff nipples and clumsily latches his mouth around it. “Oh, Frankie,” you gasp, petting at his hair, enjoying the tremors of arousal that pool in your core. He sucks and bites at your nipples until they're raw, and by the time he gets your jeans down your legs, you've soaked your panties through. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, staring unabashedly at your aching core. 

“I’m going to sit, Frank. Get on your knees.” And he goes, settling on the floor in front of your spot on the couch. Face-to-face with your dripping pussy, he wets his lips. He's never wanted to taste something so terribly as he does now. 

“Take off the rest.”

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your lacy panties and drags them down your legs, a jolt of arousal twitching in his pants as he sees your glistening cunt for the first time. 

“Girls like to be touched,” you tell him. “Do you want to touch me?”

“Fuck,” he says, his voice pitching high. “Fuck, yes. Let me, please.”

“Some of us like to be teased. I’m sensitive here”—your hands trail gently along your upper thighs—“and here.” Your fingers rise to your sternum, splitting to play idly with your nipples. “You can use your mouth, too. Okay, Frankie?”

He nods, testing his fingertips upon the divots of your knees. You’re soft here, and you offer no resistance as he slowly spreads you wide open, fitting himself between your legs. Frankie’s heart soars out of his chest at your first shudder. He slowly trails his fingers along the soft planes of your inner thighs, learning you, delighting in the play of his rough hands on your skin. He squeezes your thigh and lifts it up onto his shoulder so he can crush his mouth into your flesh, smattering you with wet, open-mouthed kisses that have you squirming in his grasp. His name leaves your mouth like a discrete, whispered ballad. Your muscles twitch and flex under his touch as Frankie loses himself in the soft, sweet taste of you.

“That’s so good, baby,” you sigh, reaching for the brim of his cap and knocking it off his head. He grunts, able to bury himself deeper this way, head spinning, his brain folding you neatly inside. His hand migrates up your belly and blindly squeezes your breast, kneading your flesh in his palm, flicking his thumb over your nipple. “Yeah, Frankie, yeah. That feels good.”

Your words of affirmation go right to his not-quite soft dick. He kisses and gropes and licks until he reaches the apex of your thighs, peeling back to meet your eyes as he greedily squeezes your thighs in his hands. 

“Do you know where my clit is, Frankie?”

He nods. He's watched porn. He's taken anatomy classes. They’re practically the same fucking thing. 

“Show me.”

He lifts his hand to put his fingers to your clit, but you shake your head and he stops instantly. 

“Not like that,” you say, your naked chest heaving with anticipatory energy. “With your tongue.”

Holy fucking shit. 

He'd be goddamn delighted. Frankie lowers his head between your legs and, hit with the heavy, cloying scent of your hormones and arousal, feels his brain begin to lag behind. He parts your folds with his thumbs and guides the flat of his tongue over your little pearl. 

You sigh happily, your head falling back against the cushions. “That's it,” you gasp as Frankie flicks his tongue against your clit. “Oh, Frankie, that's it.”

The praise settles proudly in his chest. He wraps his arms around your thighs to keep them spread wide for him as he shoulders his way between your legs. Your tang lingers on his taste buds and prickles his adenoids. He needs more. 

You watch him blink up at you and curl your fingers in his hair. “Lick my pussy, Frankie.”

He groans when he gets his first real taste, his eyes fluttering as he licks through your slit. His nose crushed to your clit, Frankie greedily teases his tongue around your tight, wet hole, and the answering twitch of your thighs pleases him. 

“Mmmyes.” Your eyes shutter, but Frankie does not close his. He isn't yet certain he's awake, and he refuses to miss a moment of the idle grinding of your hips, the rise and fall of your chest, the way you suck in breaths through your parted lips. 

Frankie growls as you tug on his hair, spitting on your clit and spreading his own saliva around with his tongue. You cry out, back arching, and he absently humps the air like a goddamn dog as he begins to stiffen in his jeans. 

He's… good. He listens, fine-tuned, to your gasps and moans, learning what you like best. Forsaking any desire for air, he suffocates himself between your thighs, possessed by your smell and taste and the honeyed moans that leave your mouth. He’s always been overeager to help assuage your worries, to fix what was broken. This is different altogether. 

“Fuck!” you gasp, the backs of your thighs on his shoulders, ankles locking around one another, your fist in Frankie’s hair keeping him tethered to you. “That’s fucking it, baby, yesyesyes… Just like that, Frankie, fuck!”

The encouragement makes him lightheaded. Drunk on the taste of you, Frankie moans, licking your clit relentlessly, your thighs twitching at the warm flat of his tongue. He refuses to let your legs close, fingers dimpling your flesh, lips latching around your clit and sucking. 

“Ah! F—Frank! That feels so fucking good, baby. Fuck, lick my pussy just like that. My good boy.”

Frankie whines, alternating between pulling gently on your clit and licking through your pussy until he's making out with you, his cock filling out his damp jeans once more. He doesn't want to stop. He never wants to leave, tucked in your thighs, engulfed by your warmth. Your clit begins to pulse under his tongue and he suckles wetly, greedily, sloppily. Fixed to your cunt, he groans as your hips begin to buck up into him, your fingers curling painfully in his locks. 

“I’m gonna come, Frankie. Fuckfuckfuck, baby, I’m—ah!”

Head thrown back, hips grinding relentlessly against his nose, you reach your climax under Frankie’s tongue. You cry out, muscles locking, thighs trapping his head between your legs. Happily, Frankie continues to lap at you, dipping his tongue into your pulsing hole to taste what he’s drawn from your body. 

He groans into you, eyes fluttering shut now that he’s watched you ride out your orgasm, fingers squeezing your thighs and dipping to your ass. He uses this leverage to fit you flush to him, pressing himself firmer to your pussy. You gasp his name, the muscles of your inner thighs twitching as you begin to tense once more. 

He’s still going. He’s still fucking going, pussy-drunk and licking up your release which mingles with his own saliva. 

“Frankieeeee, fuck!” You can't hold your head up anymore, lolling against the cushion, as Frankie maintains a vise around your thighs and slides his tongue over your sensitive clit and it's too much, it’s—

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, that's so good, Frankie, yes! Oh my God, ohmyGodohmy—”

Frankie can't seem to open his eyes anymore, lost in the winding path of pleasuring you, unable to pull himself away from the thicket. Your scent, desire and musk and perfume, is all he cares to know. He slowly flicks his tongue up and down your clit until it’s fucking unbearable, and your only choice is to come again, your stomach tightening and a weak, gooey cry gurgling up your throat. 

“I… g—God, Frankie, I’m com—coming—!”

And you do. The rhythmic contractions of your clit roll over his tongue and your hole soaks him in your release, wetting his beard. He’s absently bucking his hips into the couch, his cock straining against his zipper, so fucking desperate for release that he’ll happily come in his jeans again. 

Frankie drinks you down, moaning into your pussy, provoking aftermath vibrations that infuse your muscles with electrical stimulation. You slump backward, your hand releasing his hair, thumb stroking his patchy jaw. “Mmm, my sweet Frankie,” you mumble, thighs still hooked over his shoulders. “S’good, baby.”

He litters your inner thighs with kisses. “I did good?” 

“Really fucking good.” You tilt his chin up and force him to meet your eyes. He's less afraid to look at you now, his pupils blown wide and his gaze faintly faraway. Your smile glows, satiated and proud. “You did so good for me. Gonna make some of those pretty girls very happy, baby.”

Frankie shifts slightly to lift his mouth to your belly, trailing his lips upward until he can rest his cheek on your chest. His fingers fit into the grooves between your ribs. “You taste so good,” he says softly. “Wanna do that all the fuckin’ time.”

You laugh, feeling his erection prod your bare thigh as he moves. “You're hard again, Frankie.”

He wraps his arms tight around your waist and pulls you on top of him as he lies sideways on the sofa. “‘m okay,” he says, back to hiding himself in your throat. You feel the warm weight of his hand on the back of your head and his other on your back, slick with sweat. “That was good. Really good.”

Smirking, you begin to travel down his body, nuzzling your cheek against his belly, still covered in a now-damp T-shirt. Frankie chokes on air when you squeeze him over his pants, blinking hard to clear the film from his eyes. 

“I think such a good boy deserves a reward for all his hard work,” you purr, letting the zipper catch on every groove as you drag it slowly down, slipping the button through its slit. Frankie’s chest heaves, a refusal on the tip of his tongue.

“Y—you don’t have to—”

“I know.” You hook your fingers in his waistband. “Do you want me to, Frankie?”

A faint whine leaves his mouth, and he presses his lips together with a tight nod. He doesn't trust himself to say more. 

“Then I’m happy to,” you say, pulling down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his hard cock, sitting heavy against his belly and already slick with his own cum. Fuck—he’s big. His length, ridged with veins on the underside, is thick and warm in your hand as you hold him around the base. 

“Such a pretty cock,” you muse, giving him a slow tug. Frankie gasps, precum pooling at the tip of his dick. “Such a shame to let this go to waste.”

You lick your lips and let a glob of saliva land on the head, and the answering twitch of his cock leaves you pleased. His fingers are fisting the cushions. “Just relax, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you.” You nuzzle your cheek against the length of him and he groans, his throat bared. “I’ll make it feel so good for you, Frankie. Do you trust me? Look at me, sweet boy.”

He lowers his chin so he can meet your eye down the length of his body, his pupils engulfing his warm irises. “I—fuck—I trust you. Not gonna… last.”

“You close again?” He nods frantically as you spread your spit and his precum around the tip. “That's okay, honey. I’ll give you somewhere to put it this time.”

His whimper makes you smile. You guide your tongue along the underside of his length, spreading your spit with your hand as you begin to pump him. You swear he stops breathing when you play with his balls in your other hand, licking at them like a fucking kitten. 

Frankie shudders at the sight of your tongue on his cock. This is a fucking dream. If he doesn't wake up, then at least he's died happy. This isn't fucking real. 

“Please, please, por favor—”

You lick a long stripe from the base to the tip of his cock. “Yes, Frankie? Use your words. Tell me what you like.”

He would be mortified if he weren't so fucking desperate to come. “Por favor… tu boca… Please, please put your mouth on me, please.”

You smile, jerking him a bit faster. His thighs twitch. “You want me to suck your dick, Frank?”

“Mmhmm,” he manages, grinding his teeth so hard they might chip. 

Pulling back his foreskin, your lips seal around the head of his cock, tongue swirling, and he's whining your name, pleading for more, losing some of the filter his sober mind tries to maintain when you're around. 

The slick noises of you taking him deeper down your throat make his head spin. Your eyes still fixed on his, you gently reach for his hand and guide it to the crown of your head. He understands your message: Use me to make yourself feel good. 

Frankie just curls his fingers in your hair and lets you work him the way you like. 

You seem pleased with his lack of desire for control, hollowing your cheeks and closing in the hot, wet walls of your mouth around his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he chokes. “Mier—fuuuuck.”

You hum around his length and he bucks his hips instinctively, making you choke on him. He tries to help you pull away, but you're dimpling your fingers in his thighs, eyes watery and bleeding mascara, and he realises you like it. 

You keep sucking, your hand softly squeezing his balls and the other his thigh, grounding yourself, him, who-the-fuck-ever. Frankie can hardly see. He feels his orgasm pull up his balls in your palm, his stomach tightening with the telltale sign that he won't be able to hold back much longer. 

You continue to bob your head up and down, the sloppy squelching sounds of saliva deafening. He keeps your hair pulled back from your face so he can see you, crying around his dick. Pride has no place here anymore. He's firmly lodged himself in the realm of disbelief once more. 

He's begging: leg bending at the knee, chest heaving, body with nowhere to go but melt into your palms, pleading with you to Please let me come, oh fuck, please, I’ll be good, please! And because you've always been so sweet, you’re letting him without a word. 

“I—” He cuts himself off with a squeak as you swallow hard around him, and his thighs begin to tremble. “Ffffffuck. I’m… I’m—nnngh, c-coming—”

Your warbling moan is so fucking greedy. His cock pulsates as he spills down your throat, coating your tongue in his cum. Frankie whimpers, his body tensing, deflating, putty in your hands. He watches you take all of his briny cum until a bead pools at the corner of your mouth and you pull off his softening cock, swiping up the pearly liquid with your thumb and cleaning yourself up. His throat emits a strangled groan. 

You beam up at him, kissing your way back up his body and in the crook of his neck. “Such a good boy for me, Frankie.”

It makes him hold you tighter, pulling your naked body flush to his. He pants against your temple, leaving messy kisses to your skin. “Fuck,” he says. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, scratching your nails at the nape of his neck, “fuck.”

He practically purrs with you against him. “When can we do that again?”

You laugh, nipping his earlobe. “Not many guys can come twice in one sitting, Frank. You gotta let yourself rest. You gotta let me rest.”

“Sí,” he mumbles, nose sliding against your temple as he nods, “okay. Okay.”

“Better hope we didn't wake my brother up,” you tease, “or he’s going to kick your ass.”

“Don't care,” he grumbles. “I can take him.”

You rear back and lift a brow, your finger tracing a heart over his chest. “You need a coffee to sober up, baby. Who are you and what have you done with Francisco?”

He finally got what he wanted, thinks Frankie. He reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Thank you,” he says softly. 

You playfully drum your fingers along the flush on his cheekbones. “Thank you, Frankie. Girls love a good listener.”

He feels himself warm a deeper red. “Would you…” He swallows, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “Would you wanna, maybe, do this again? I dunno, sometime?”

You give him a sickly-sweet smile and kiss him on the nose. “Yeah, baby, I would. But I need you to do something for me first.”

“Anything,” he says. 

A soothing hand rakes through his sweaty locks. “Go out and find a pretty girl you like. Ask her on a date. Maybe have a nice night with her. Make her happy. I know you don't think you're capable of it, and you don't think you're the handsome guy I see when I look at you. But I’m telling you that you are. And there are so many girls out there who need to see that a guy like you exists.”

A fist squeezes his heart and doesn't let go. “You really think so?”

“I don't say anything I don't mean, Francisco.” You pin him with a serious stare. “And if you still decide, after all those pretty girls throw themselves at your feet, that you still want me, then I’ll be here. Okay?”

He frowns, examining the dips and contours and inlets of your face. The prettiest girl in the world is on top of him, telling him he’s handsome, that he's gorgeous, that he's capable, and he’s uncertain that he'll ever be able to shake you. For now, he’ll hinge his door on the possibility that you don't want him to. 

But he nods and he fixes his hand around the back of your neck. “Give me a kiss,” he says firmly, and you happily slant your mouth over his. 

(np) tagging some lovely moots who were interested in my last wip!!: @swiftispunk @mrsmando @amanitacowboy @party-hearses @joelscurls (thank you so much my loves as always) 🫶

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[kthecutest]

darlss,<33 your backkk I miss u tbh I was worried of what happened to you. and I have another req

legal line and how they tell you there needy!

so yah I don't know how to be more specific but love you darls<3

xoxo

-🤍anon

૮(˶╥︿╥)ა I'm sorry for making you worry! I've just been so busy with work I couldn't get any writing done for the past few days. Sorry for the inactivityyy (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Your requests are always so creative and amazing! Love you too! ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Hope you'll enjoy this! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

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Pairing : &Team legal line x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

K : Three words. Aggressive big puppy. He’s the loveliest boyfriend ever and treat you like a queen all the time but when he’s needy; he transitioned from a human to a wolf-in-heat, boi doesn’t know anything else than to pin you down to the nearest surface and run his face all over your body.

It’s a late afternoon, you’re on your way back to your room after having some refreshments. The house was quiet as expected; your boyfriend has promised you to not disturb you during work hours or short breaks so you were glad he was being obedient. But the thought was cut short when you were pinned straight to the hallway wall aggressively; your eyes forced open at the sudden attack and the figure towering above you. The boy staring down at you with hungry lustful eyes and without a single word starts kissing and biting at your neck – his thigh pressing right between your legs, up against your core; forcing whines and whimpers to elicit from your mouth. It seems you were too invested in the work all day, you’ve forgotten to give your poor puppy and his leaking cock some attention.

Fuma : He leans more to the relaxed and reasonable side. He doesn’t just launch at you or becomes aggressive unless he’s way too horny to even keep his brain in-tact. He would come to you like a good boy, no shame too; since he thinks wanting you at certain times of the day is pretty normal to be open about – I mean you’re his girlfriend after all.

You were sat on the couch, scrolling some videos through your tablet. You weren’t particularly busy – but you just didn’t think your boyfriend would need you glued on him; and onto his dick. Within a moment of a few thuds of footsteps in the background, you could feel equal weights on your shoulders as your turned your gaze upwards to face his eyes glossed up in desperation. Tongue entering straight in between your lips, not giving you time to process nor make a move. His huge hands trailing slowly down your neck and cupping them, squeezing oh so lightly, cutting off your airways as he ate up the muffled moans eliciting from between your pre-occupied lips.

Nicholas : We all know K and Nicho are literally the same breed – so it’s not a surprise he’s exactly just like K – except that even when he’s all worked up to the thought of you, he’ll still have his brain doing the proper thinking unlike K who is basically thinking with his dick at that point.

About 6.30 pm – you’re preparing dinner for you and your lovely boyfriend who has been awfully quiet the entire evening unlike his normal self. You just brushed it off, your stare shifting to the strawberry that had fallen off the kitchen counter. You bent down to the floor, picking it up; until you felt a figure stopping its steps right in front of you, towering above you – making you look up. Your eyes widen in shock, not at the person but at a really huge bulge, casting a shadow on your small face. Your boyfriend staring down at you with a lustful smirk, entangling his hands in your bun-ed up hair – pushing your face straight forward – to the point your nose was basically buried on his bulge.

Ej : When this baby boy gets needy, omg please the whole room’s air will just switch up so fast. As harmless as he can be (and I’m talking he isn’t aggressive like his K hyung) but he will still eventually have his heat crawl up to your mind and to your core in the sweetest whiniest ways.

You could be laid comfortably on your bed, just reading a manga, bored out of your mind; when you felt the sudden weight on your entire body from on top. Before you could turn around to rule out the person, you could feel them sniffing and nuzzling their face and hair all over your neck. Whimpers and desperate whines flowed into your ear nonstop; it wasn’t long until it started to effect you as well, drawing out soft whimpers from you, your fingers unnoticeably gripping onto whatever fabric material nearby. The touches and sounds were hot to your skin; you hid your face in the pillow, revealing more of your nape allowing your obviously in-heat boyfriend to have his way with you.

Yuma : When this kitty gets needy, he can get reallyyy aggressive. Not like in a way of pinning you down with immense strength (ahem- KNICHO) but in a way of he’ll do anything to get what he wants.

You’d be sat in front of your desk, books and scratched up notes scattered straight across the surface. The determination streak didn’t last long when you felt a set of hands in your inner thigh – making you look straight down – to see a figure underneath the desk. While in the comfort of your own home, you pretty much just stay in your panties and a bra-less shirt; so this pretty much gave direct access of your core to your horny boyfriend – who was now licking at the fabric like a needy kitty licking its bowl of milk. Your legs couldn’t help but to close from the electric shocks being sent through your body from each of his lick at your core; as you begged him to stop – the thought of studying slowly fading away from your pile of thoughts.

Jo : Getting needy is a rather rare occasion for Jo since he’s always so chill and calm – surely is never the type to be the one to insist on that kind of stuff. But there are days when he’s got to catch his own release as well and when this happens he becomes absurdly quiet but clingy at the same time.

Yells could be heard throughout the bedroom, your hands moving aggressively on the keyboard and mouse Your raged complaints towards the teammates on the other side of the call were consoled quickly when you felt your boyfriend applies all his body heat right to your side and back, sticking to you – not a single sound – yet you could tell he was unusually clingy today. You just took note of it as him feeling a little clingy but you were proven wrong when you felt two fingers enter into your panties, poking at your clothed clit; slowly the fingers gliding against your folds. You let out a gasp quickly but before you could reach out to the mute button, he’d whisper in your ear telling you to just keep playing, well that is; if you can of course.

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[amaiaqt]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤcome back, come homeㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhow much do they miss you when you're gone ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwanderer, kokomi !

"anonymous order; ...may i request just a tad bit too much with wanderer and kokomi ( im manifesting ) ? — message cut."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfor a fellow manifester, let's get them !!! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthanks for requesting enjoy ! xoxo ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwarnings : mentioned injury ! ( kokomi )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤwanderer !ㅤ

due to trying to focus on his studies at the akademiya, he often finds himself losing time to spend with you. where instead of melting into your warmth as he drifts off to sleep with you in his arms, he'd end up falling asleep while studying for a long test at his desk. where instead of waking up to you kissing his cheek and cupping his face, he'd be waking up to the pages of his textbook sticking to the sweat on his forehead.

he's not the only busy one in your relationship though, as a matter of fact, you might be the busier one.

from constantly having to deal with wandering fungi in an area you were tasked with clearing, to spewing curses under your breathe while charging into eremite camps under a commission. those fungi infestations aren't just going to fade away by themselves, those damned treasure hoarders won't leave the ancient ruins alone.

you're stuck with taking commissions all around sumeru. and poor kunikuzushi is stuck at his desk, worried sick and repeatedly tapping his foot on the ground and clenching the pen in his hand hard, - he wants to help you on those expeditions so bad. - glaring at the words on his paper as if they read insults to him.

so when nahida stepped into his room one afternoon, while he was studying, and announced your return from another expedition, he stood up from his seat so fast that his chair nearly fell over as he rushed out to finally see you.

"[name] ?" he called out as he turned to last corner before entering the sala, and there you were, seated comfortably on the sofa and blowing lightly on the still steaming tea in your hands. you looked up at him with an equally excited smile and set your cup down before standing up.

"kuni, how i missed —" arms wrapped around your waist and you were pulled into his chest, hearing his heartbeat. "i missed you more, i missed you so much more." he responded to your cut sentence, holding the both of you still for a few minutes.

"the akademiya has been hell, and you were gone on a week-long expedition, i was barely surviving here." you chuckled at your boyfriend's words, humming as the two of you pulled away and sat down, his arms still around your waist.

"sorry for being gone for so long, love. i got lost and ended up in an area i wasn't assigned to, those two last days were me being lost and stranded for a bit." "WHAT ?!" "yeah !" "oh don't act like that's the best thing you could've told me about your trip."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤsangonomiya kokomi !ㅤ

kokomi often finds herself away for long periods of time. be it a need to take a break from social gatherings or drowning herself in plans for the resistance. either way, she considers herself lucky to have such a partner like you.

a partner like you that understands her boundaries and gives her all the time she needs, but knows to check on her as well. a partner like you who considers all her needs. a partner like you who feels meant for her. a partner like you who is just, so patient with her.

she thinks she should teach herself to be as patient as you, because right now, she was fidgeting with her fingers as she waited outside of the medical tent, wanting to tend to your wounds herself.

this afternoon was supposed to be one of those where she waits for you at home, but she couldn't just wait when she was informed that you got injured in the midst of battle. she needed to be there for you, so here she was, waiting outside of the tent as she was told.

"please be patient her excellency, our best on-field doctor is cleaning their wounds." "thank you for taking care of her, general gorou. i just wish i could tend to her myself." gorou frowned in sympathy for the priestess before excusing himself to check on his other troops, giving kokomi the space for her to wait in peace.

soon, the doctor stepped out of the tent, calling for her. "her excellency ?" "here, i am here." "they would like you to come in." and at that signal, kokomi couldn't keep herself together anymore as she rushed into the tent, her eyes finally laying on your bandage littered figure.

"darling !" "sweetheart !" her arms wrapped around you gentle, her cold tears tickling the skin of your collarbone, but you didn't mind as you held her close to you as well. "i'm okay now, see ? i apologize for worrying you my darling. ." you whispered softly into her ear as she hugged you, hiccupping between breathes as her tears still stained your collarbone.

"i missed you so much. i missed you so so much, i was so worried." her voice shook as she sat up, cupping her face as if grounding herself still. "i nearly knocked over a few things when i rushed out after i was informed you were here." you chuckled softly at her concern, taking her hands in yours and kissing each of her knuckles tenderly. "again, i apologize for worrying you, my darling." you spoke again, wiping away the tear stains left on her cheeks as she shook her head with a smile.

"no, don't apologize, i'm just glad to have you here now." she reassured.

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[sundo-li]

Intro Dialogue ❥ Flirty | 1 [Royalty]

I'm new to the fandom so don't be too hard on me. Raiden, Liu Kang, the Lin Kuei and the Royal family has my heart. Anyway, I wanted to start writing for them and this is the start of that. Enjoy! xoxo [In the future, if people want male reader content I can do that as well].

❥ female reader x the royal family + li mei ❥ intro dialogue

──── · · · ❥ SINDEL

❥ | Who's your queen? ❥ | You are, my love. Always and Forever.

❥ | Who would have thought I would have fallen for someone after Jerrod. ❥ | No one but us, my Queen.

❥ | Do you think my daughter will flourish as ruler of outworld? ❥ | If they are as strong minded as you, I know they will, my queen.

❥ | From paramour to being your equal. ❥ | What can I say, you made quite the impression on me.

❥ | Your beauty is unmatched. ❥ | You flatter me, my beloved.

❥ | You’ve made quite an impression on the Royal court. ❥ | *Laughs* I'm only concerned with impressing you.

──── · · · ❥ MILEENA

❥ | Even with the Tarkat disease, you're beautiful. ❥ | Flattery will get you no where, Queen.

❥ | You don't think I would make a excellent Queen alongside you? ❥ | *Sigh* By the gods-

❥ | You're not disgusted by my disease? ❥ | Heaven's no. Mildly intrigued.

❥ | Empress, do you want to see if I'll bite? ❥ | Is that a promise?

❥ | Are you going to fight me for my throne? ❥ | I'm going to fight for you love.

❥ | Am I to fight Tanya for your love? ❥ | Best you win, Empress.

──── · · · ❥ KATANA

❥ | Do you have eyes for me, Queen? ❥ | Of course.

❥ | How would you serve by my side, Princess? ❥ | With a iron fist. Let me show you.

❥ | There’s a fire about you that has enchanted me. ❥ | Let me put a spell on you.

❥ | My heart burns for you. ❥ | By the gods, have you been hanging out with Johnny?

❥ | How are you this stunning, Princess? ❥ | Simple. My mother.

❥ | Enchanting is the word you used for me, yes? ❥ | Enchanting. Beautiful. Gorgeous. All the above.

──── · · · ❥ LI MEI

❥ | You trust me, Queen? ❥ | With my life.

❥ | What role would I have in your kingdom, Empress? ❥ | With me, you won't have to worry about such trivial matters.

❥ | Come be my queen. ❥ | I-I’m flattered but I belong in Sun Do.

❥ | You deserve to be treated with respect and loved with a passionate fire. ❥ | I deserve this for letting Jerrod die. Though I’m flattered.

❥ | Are all Constables as stunning as you? ❥ | *flustered* I-I don’t know. Beauty is subjective.

❥ | What will it take for you to accept me? ❥ | Beat me in combat and we’ll see where it goes.

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[notyourhetloki]

AAA all your Ken stuff make me giggle nonstop idk how you do it🫢🫢 I was thinking what IF Ken AND Barbie started falling in love with Reader, and we had to pick at the end I would love to see your twist on that love u 😙❤️❤️

competition (Ken x Reader x Barbie)

Reader: gender neutral

/Ken x Reader x Barbie/

A/N: Hi, anon! AWW thank you so much!! I loved this request, and I hope you like it too! lots of luv xoxo (Stereo!Barbie = Stereotypical Barbie / RG!Ken = Ryan Gosling Ken; I thought abt calling him 'Beach!Ken' but idk if there are more Kens like him so... yeah.)

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It all started when you arrived at Barbieland, nervous but completely in awe of this new world.

Stereo!Barbie was one of the first dolls to greet you, holding your hand and guiding you through the streets to your new house.

‘They’re so cute!’ Barbie thought to herself, completely charmed by your smile and shyness… she really wanted to get to know you better.

And so thought RG!Ken when you walked past the beach. Barbie was still holding your hand, and he was intrigued… who was this new doll she was seeing? He needed to find out.

As time went by, Barbie would visit you daily, bringing small gifts and inviting you to parties… and you would always go!

Ken would also be at those parties, curious about you… the more he got to know you, the more he got obsessed. He loved your laughter, loved the way you danced, and he would always try to join you, succeeding most times.

Barbie began hating when Ken danced with you, something in her screamed ‘NO’ when she saw you two having fun without her. She wanted you to dance with HER, not HIM… was this… jealousy? What a weird feeling.

She then also joined the dance, nailing the choreography while trying to push Ken away, but it didn’t work… Ken would come back stronger than ever, dancing as if his life depended on it (he was trying to impress you).

When the music stopped, Barbie was quick enough to grab your hands and lead you somewhere more private, looking into your eyes before asking: “(Y/N), would you like to stay over?”

Before you could answer, you heard a loud gasp. Turning around, you saw a shocked Ken sneaking in behind you, trying to listen to the conversation.

Ken was stunned because 1. Barbie had never asked him to stay over when they were together, and 2. That meant it was getting serious! And he needed to act fast.

“Sorry, Barbie… (Y/N) can’t stay over at your house tonight, I’m taking them to the beach to have a little date, isn’t that right, doll?”

‘Doll?? Why did he call you that? And a date?? You were going on a date with Ken?? What was going on?!’ Barbie thought.

“Hum…” you managed to start, but you couldn't even protest before Ken tried pulling you away by your arm.

Barbie immediately pulled your other arm, trying to get you to stay. You felt like they would split you in half like that, fighting for your attention.

“GUYS…” You finally shouted, making them stop. “The only place I’ll go is home! Goodnight!” Anger filled your voice as you walked away, leaving the two behind.

“Look at what you've done!!” “What I’VE done?? What do you mean??” You could still hear their banter as you exited Barbie’s house, and that irritated you even more.

At your house, hours had passed and you were preparing to sleep when you heard the doorbell ringing.

Opening the door, you were surprised and a little annoyed at the presence of the fantastic duo. Barbie and Ken stood there with sad puppy expressions before she spoke first. “(Y/N)… we’re sorry we hurt you, it wasn’t our intention!”

You gently smiled at her, accepting her apology. Then, Ken started talking as well. “We just… really like you. I… we would like to have more of your attention, if that’s possible…” It seemed a little scripted, but you wondered he and Barbie had agreed on something to say... and that was cute. Besides, what did he mean by ‘really like you’, after all?

“Oh, guys… it’s alright! I promise I’ll equally schedule time for the both of you, is that ok?”

They looked at each other for a moment and nodded, smiling for their mission was a victory! You’d spend more time with them separately, it’s everything they could have asked for.

“Now… are you gonna stand there or come inside?” You teased, and their smiles grew wide before racing to your door.

(Because why choose if you could have both? ;D)

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[xenizaation]

project: star x

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors pleas dni!

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem! reader

genre: rockstar! jungkook, smut, friends to lovers kinda?? idk man

word count: 6k

warnings: jealousy, pet names, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, oral sex(f receiving), protected (rough) sex.

a/n: this was a request! hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii <3 ! haven't written a jk fic in such a long time, hope you guys would like this as much as you liked my previous one, and hopefully, the lovely person who requested this would like it too. hope i used your idea well! enjoy and as always, stay safe! xoxo

you'd be lying if you said you aren't a fan of your own friend.

you'd be lying if you said you don't know his every song word by word, if you said you don't try to go to his every concert and admire his legendary art that's expressed in flashy lights and embellished in high notes and guitar solos. you'd be lying, also, if you said that you don't have a crush on him.

and you're a good liar.

jungkook was born to be a rockstar, and most of the time, you dare think he was born to be your friend as well. only your friend, sadly. the theory that he was made for the stage was proven to you once again tonight, after he made a whole stadium scream all the words to his songs in a show that was nothing short of magical.

as you walk backstage, it's like the fiery buzz inside your body still lingers from earlier. your ears stuffed from the loud music, your throat raspy from singing, legs soft from jumping around a little too much. the adrenaline doesn't want to leave, holding on to every cell of your body like it would never depart.

it's stupid, you think. how after the years have passed, you never managed to confess to him, that you thought your little dumb crush would pass- even though it never did. you grew accustomed to every time that the butterflies in your stomach replaced the tired feeling after a concert when you went to see him backstage. tonight was no different. especially as his voice was starting to be heard from a room.

"tonight was fucking amazing, guys!" he exclaims happily just as you gaze inside the room.

"it sure was," you say excitedly, awaiting for his reaction. he turns around, his face lighting up even more when he sees you, legs already carrying him quickly towards your figure as he hugs you tightly with a wide smile on his face. "it's good to see you too!" you add out of breath as you wrap your own hands around him.

six years. that's how long you've been friends. you started out as nothing more than coworkers, back when he was at the beginning of his musical career and you were only an assistant to his old producer. things evolved fast, you had a passion for writing and producing, he was the only one interested in it, and that was one of the many things that brought the two of you together. the passion you both had for music.

you left the label just a year after you met, hand in hand, ready to take on the challenges that the industry was ready to throw at the both of you.

you wrote and wrote and wrote. jungkook sang even more. and in your little home improvised studio, you managed to write, record and produce what is remembered, even to this day, as his best album.

his career boomed after that. tv appearances, fully-booked concerts in big-ass stadiums, a lot of awards (he even took you as a date to the grammys that one time), and even movie castings. no one could get enough of him. not even you.

you both became a lot more busy after that, success was taking over your lives and so, you didn't have much time to see each other. but you still did once every couple of months at his concerts, or at your birthdays, or random dinners you would plan.

he writes his own songs now, what a pity. but he still asks your opinion for each and every one of them.

"you're here!" he says, leaning out of the hug. "you made it!"

"of course i made it!" you answer with equal excitement that you find in his tone while looking into his eyes.

"oh, don't you dare say that," the man scolds as he breaks physical contact with you. "i know how busy you always are."

you smile. it's true, but never too busy to make time for him.

sometimes you asked yourself if jungkook actually knew how you felt about him. if deep in his heart he knew one of his best friends had feelings for him, but didn't want to accept it. once in a while you caught yourself staring at him for too long, or answering him in a sweeter tone than you usually do, even trying to look your best every time you saw him. maybe he knew and didn't feel the same, so he chose to ignore it.

you liked to fantasize about how it would turn out if you ever confessed to him- if it would play out like in those romance movies and he will say that all this time, he felt the same about you. you'd go ahead and move in together, you would be with him during the tours, seeing his every concert, and he would be in your studio every time you finished a song so he can hear it first.

but jungkook was a precious friend. you could never ruin that with your stupid crush.

you greet the members of his band, which you already know too well. jungkook took great pride in being your friend, so he made sure you got to meet them even before he played his first show. you congratulate them for the amazing show, and then go back to catch up with jungkook.

"so there's this after party," he says, looking at you with a demanding look on his face. it makes your heart skip a few beats. "you coming, right?"

his hair is a lot different than the last time you saw him. he used to have this beautiful medium-long black hair that went just below his pretty eyes but now he shaved his sides, bleaching it on top and dyeing it in a beautiful minty color. he sent you a picture right after he got the new haircut a few days ago, saying that he needed "a pop of color in his life now that he got to see you so rarely.". you thought about that message for days. he had a new piercing in his brow, and a few more tattoos on his hand.

"so you can ditch me again for some girl?" you huff, rolling your eyes at him jokingly.

although fame took over his life, jungkook never abused his power, but still, he was a man with needs who knew how to take advantage of his looks to take any girl into his bed. it was of no surprise when he looked way above hot even before he was a star. it never really bothered you, seeing him with all those pretty girls. it's not like you ever confessed to him.

"i never did that!" he says, hand over his heart, taking fake offense to your words. you raise a brow and he laughs. "okay, fine, I'm all yours tonight."

it makes you laugh too, knowing that at the end of the night, this will be proved as a lie and it will be just another thing you can shove in his face the next time.

"c'mon it's a good opportunity for us to catch up with each other," he pleads as he places a hand on top of yours, making your skin burn right underneath his touch.

"all right then, playboy," you say while slapping his firm shoulder. "you're lucky I'm in the mood to get wasted."

in no more than half an hour, you already arrive at the club where jungkook's party takes place. the place is crowded, filled with pretty models, different artists that you recognize from tv, and even artists you collaborated with. you see a few fellow producers that you greet with the wave of a hand and a bright smile. as you look around, you realize that the place is filled with celebrities and you might just be the most mundane of all.

you follow your friend who aims straight for the bar, greeting the bartender with a cozy handshake. he says something close to his ear, making sure he is heard even with the loud music playing in the background. the other man nods and places two shot glasses on the bar, filling them right after with clear liquid.

"cheers!" he shouts as he hands you a shot, while he takes the other one. you click the small glass to his and throw your head backward as you let the vodka pour down your throat, burning its way to your stomach.

"i'm just gonna go and say hi to some people around, that ok?" he asks as he gets closer to your ear. you remain petrified for a second, getting a whiff of his perfume as all your attention goes to how his shoulder leans into yours, the simple gesture making your heart beat faster.

you manage to nod, and with a smile on his face, jungkook makes his way through the crowd, greeting people left and right, as he makes it known that the real star of the night has arrived.

time passes by and you're left with no other choice than to drink some more, or to hold conversations with a few familiar faces that recognize you as well. you're about six shots and two cocktails down and everything starts to feel more familiar. the dance floor filled with people having fun, the bright colorful lights that shine on you every now and then as you sway your body left and right to the rhythm of the song playing...what feels the most familiar though, is how jungkook has ditched you yet again. when you see him in the corner talking to a beautiful red-haired girl, flirting his ass off as she can't stop smiling at his words, you just scoff, realizing you need another drink.

you make your way to the bar, pushing past the sweaty bodies until you reach your destination and ask for a drink.

"haven't seen you around," you hear a husky unfamiliar voice from next to you.

you turn your head to find the source and you're met with a pleasing sight. a tall man sitting straight on the stool next to you as he drinks from a glass of whiskey. his hair is dark brown, swiped away from his beautiful face, making his sharp jawline more prominent than it might be in reality. in your drunken-daze you realize that you've never seen him before- he would be a recognizable sight for you have rarely seen men as handsome as he is.

"i could say the same," you say as you raise your glass in front of him. it takes a few seconds before he touches it with his glass and drinks some more of the brown liquid.

"i'm kai." he says, beautiful smile adorning his features as he offers you his hand.

"y/n." you reply, shaking his big hand shyly. he has a soft hold on you, not making it last longer than a few seconds so you don't become uncomfortable.

"what brings you around here, y/n?" he asks curiously, and fuck, your name sounds so delicious rolling out his pretty mouth.

"ah," you begin while pulling a stool closer to him before plopping down onto it. "he is what brings me here." you complete, pointing to jungkook who seems to have a business yet to be finished with the redhead.

the more you look at him the more your heart sinks down your chest. how could he abandon you again? he could be such an asshole sometimes.

"didn't know the man of the hour had such a beautiful girlfriend," kai purrs the compliment as he leans closer.

"oh, no, no, no," you quickly blurt out with a chuckle. "i'm not his girlfriend."

he raises his brows, intrigued by your answer. you take the time to scan his features more, wide eyes framed by long eyelashes, rounded chin, and plump lips- very kissable at that.

"what?" he asks, amused by your own involuntary giggle that came out of you at the sound of your thoughts. the room spins around a little as you look into his eyes, he is definitely a charmer.

"i was just thinking," you blurt with a stupid grin on your face. alcohol in combination with a very hot man that seems to be interested in you might not make such a good combination.

"do tell," he urges as he suddenly moves one strand of hair from your face, tucking it safely behind your ear. your heart skips a bit, forcing your eyes to widen as you look at him.

"your lips," you say shyly, drifting your attention back to the meaty element plastered on his face.

"what about them?" he asks as his face comes closer to yours. he intimidates you, not in a bad way but in a "you're really drunk and you don't think you can resist him" kind of way. but then again, his attractiveness might be something you could not resist even if you were the most sober woman on earth.

you dare say nothing more as you place a hand on his muscly bicep, not knowing if you should push him away or pull him closer. time seems to be frozen in place as he awaits for your answer, and you have none other to give.

things are quite different on the other side of the room. jungkook's attention has been fully on you since the moment you sat on the bar stool, ending any conversation he had right then. his eyes were fully fixed on you, and of course, the stranger at the bar who was so obviously flirting with you. you seemed to be flirting back as well, fluttering your eyelashes at him any chance you got, and a certain unidentified feeling started to burn in the pit of his chest, making him rush to you when he saw you getting closer and closer to him. there was no way in hell you would hook up with that man in the state you're in.

jungkook often mistook jealousy for worry, but now was not the time to debate on that, not while you were almost kissing the man in front of you.

he came out of nowhere, grabbing you by your arm as he excused himself in front of kai and dragged you to a quieter hallway. a darker one that most probably led to the bathrooms, which no one was even interested in.

"what are you doing?" he growls into your ear, and if you didn't know him better you would say he sounds jealous.

"what?" you ask confused as you piece things together. "the guy at the bar?"

"yes. what was that?" he demands to know, his chest pressed against yours as he traps you between the cold wall and his sturdy body.

you start laughing, trying to push him away, but he doesn't move an inch. you look up to him in the dim lighting of the club, his cold features traced by the shadows, his wet lips that you'd wish to kiss instead of that one guy who now sits alone at the bar, you notice as you turn away from jungkook.

"can you answer me?" he asks again, this time in a softer tone as his hands cup each side of your face.

there's nowhere else to look than into his eyes. you feel mad knowing that he suddenly feels betrayed by the one thing he always does to you.

"what? i was just blowing some steam off for fuck's sake! am i not allowed? are you the only one who gets to ditch me?" you spit, feeling frustration take over your body. the audacity he has, to account you for his action when he is reckless with his own.

"just go hook up with some girl around here and leave me alone," you add as you slap his hands off your face, pushing him away as you try to maintain your balance enough to walk away from him.

"you're drunk." he remarks.

"so?" you ask.

"so you're gonna fuck some guy you just met in this state?"

maybe. maybe not. what's his deal anyway? you're a fully grown adult who can make decisions for yourself.

"i don't see how that's your problem." you reply, turning your back on him.

you take two, maybe three steps before you feel his hand pulling you back, pinning you in the same spot against the wall, trapping you again with his muscular body.

for a second you think you are dreaming. that he is not there, and neither are you. that his lips on top of yours are just a figment of your imagination, and the smell- no, his smell, is just a ghost of all the times you were close enough to him to smell it.

your nails dig into your palm just to make sure you're not imagining, and this is really happening.

his hand brushes your cheek, soft lips searching your own for some kind of resistance- which they are not met with. you melt into it, it's something you craved for such a long time, isn't it? jungkook's body presses further on yours, leaving you breathless when his other hand hugs your waist, and his tongue pushes past your lips to play with your own wet muscle.

he tastes sweet, you realize, not like alcohol the way you do, but sweet nectar that gathers on his tongue every time he slides it on your own. your body feels hot, jungkook's might be even hotter as your hands place themselves on his torso only to feel his hard abs.

no. this can't be right.

"no, no, no," you say quickly, snapping back to reality, causing jungkook to quickly stop his actions. "what are you doing?" you ask, searching his eyes filled with confusion to find an answer.

"didn't you say you wanted to blow some steam off?" he asks innocently, waiting until you roll your eyes to show you one of his smug smiles.

true. but is this the answer? you keep thinking that this must come at a price. that you will give in to temptation and end up regretting every decision you've ever made.

his face gets close to yours again. you close your eyes, preparing for another kiss, but it doesn't come. jungkook's nose brushes your own softly, then your cheek, then it grazes against your eyelashes sweetly. it tickles in a pleasant way so you giggle quietly, but he is so close that you bet he can hear your heartbeats, even over the loud music.

"come home with me," he says after a low chuckle. "please." the man adds, whispering close to your ear just so that his hot breath fans over your sensitive skin.

his voice is trembling as he pleads for you to grant his wish, and you barely manage to keep your knees from shaking as you think about his proposal. it would not be the first time you go to his home, of course, but it was the first time when it actually implied something more than just staying over.

"what for?" you tease, placing your hands on his wide chest.

you get to feel more of him as he chuckles in response to your words. you feel his muscular chest, his irregular breaths, his warmth, and even the way his heart beats.

"to blow that steam off," he answers smugly as his hands take a hold of you again, finding comfort on your hips.

"you mean you want to fuck me?" you ask bluntly. maybe the alcohol was starting to affect you a bit now.

"you don't?" he pushes, pulling you closer by your hips until there's not even an inch in between your bodies.

you do. it's like a wish come true, in reality, and in the magic of the moment, you don't even bother yourself with overcomplicated existential questions like "does he even like me, or does he just want to fuck me?" or "what is going to happen if you do it? will you still be friends? will you even talk tomorrow?". you decide to handle these questions another time, right now you aren't going to say no to something you want to do anymore.

"let's go then," you say as you lace your fingers with his, leading him out of the club. he follows closely in your footsteps, holding your hand tightly as his body comes in contact with yours once every few people decide to not make space for both of you.

you find a cab as soon as you're out of the noisy club. the driver- a middle-aged man that was polite enough to turn on the radio loudly as soon as you and jungkook started kissing, seemed to have no idea who the man accompanying you is. the exact same man who was now touchier than ever, sliding his smooth palm all over your body.

"we're in a cab." you remind him quietly when his ear comes in the proximity of your mouth.

he only chuckles darkly, scooting closer to you as he makes sure the driver doesn't see any part of your body in the mirror. his hands slide slowly up your thighs as he makes eye contact with you, lips adorning a wide smile.

"i'm sure he's seen worse, baby," he assures you as his palm climbs up your leg, until it reaches the zipper of your jeans. he pulls it down slowly while kissing your neck, his hand sneakily toying around with the elastic band on your panties.

you bite your lower lip in disbelief, trying to contain shaky breaths as jungkook's mouth becomes more insistent on your neck, leaving wet kisses and red marks blooming on your skin as he sinks his teeth into it. his smell is driving you insane, expensive cologne scented like musk and bergamont that invades all your senses, leaving no room for anything other than him.

fuck, you think as soon as his hand slides past your panties and finds a hold of your aching clit quickly, way too quickly. he smiles when your hips rise to meet his touch, craving for more as his fingers start rubbing smooth circles on your bud, igniting a certain heat in the whole entirety of your body. he kisses you again, drowning your silent moans with his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. you can't get enough.

your hand trembles as it reaches out for him, going straight to the erection in his slacks, rubbing it in the same rhythm he rubs you. you're surprised by the length and the girth of it, making your mouth water instantly as you think how it would be to have him inside you. your pussy craves it, and aches for it as jungkook's hand shows no mercy in rubbing your clit with immense hunger to see his purpose fulfilled.

you start zoning out, already feeling your body sensing everything at once when your orgasm is just near the corner, only a few more strokes and- the car stops. you jump alerted as you look out the window.

jungkook removes his hand rapidly, letting you zip your pants as he does the same with his and inches away from you. mere seconds away from him let you feel empty, unfulfilled.

"we've arrived." the driver dares to say shyly as he lowers the volume of the music.

jungkook mutters an awkward thanks as he hands him the money for the ride- way more than it could've ever cost to bring you home, but that should make up for what the driver witnessed on the way home.

you both get out quickly, and your friend is quick to come by your side and hold your waist, pulling you closer to his body, as you both start laughing.

he opens the door to his home and you enter, immediately feeling his touch as you step inside. jungkook pulls you up by the back of your thighs, and you hug his waist with your legs in your time. his palms hold you in place by your ass, stroking it sinfully as he latches his lips onto yours once again, carrying you through his empty rooms until you reach his bedroom. where he places you gently on the mattress.

he sits at the corner of the bed, removing his shirt with a single move as he looks down at you. his body is slightly illuminated by the moon shining outside his big windows and you do nothing but glare at his toned abs as you struggle to remove your shirt as well. he giggles at your clumsy attempt to do so and quickly comes to your aid, pulling it from your body. he unbuckles his belt, stepping out of his pants as his body is left only adorning his boxers. you admire him once more, taking more than a few seconds to look at his thick thighs and the half erection he has while he stands looking at you in his full naked glory. fuck, he's so hot.

the next article of clothing tossed away is your own pants, which he so masterfully gets you out of as he kneels on the ground, between your legs which he now spreads. you support your weight on your elbows as you look into his eyes, not able to mutter even a single word as he pulls your panties down with a swift movement. he pulls you closer to him, starting to place wet kisses on your thighs as he gets closer and closer to your core.

"you're so wet," he says as he slides a finger down your folds, parting them while he gathers all your wetness on his digit. "seems like you've been wanting to do this just as long as i have." he growls lowly just before latching his lips to your clit, stroking it with his tongue.

you're too busy being overwhelmed with pleasure to analyze his words for more than a second, your mind goes entirely blank as all you can focus on are the movements of his muscle. he sucks it gently, licking his way down your hole, and then back to your sensitive bud again sucking it more forcefully every time.

two fingers slide in easily, massaging your velvety walls as they make your core throb, tightening around his slender digits as you feel the pressure to let go in your whole body. he curls them inside you, brushing them against a sensitive spot you believe no one has reached ever before. his mouth shows you no mercy, he uses it to lick, and kiss, and even nibble on your clit, making your whole body spasm under his touch.

"cum for me, baby," jungkook murmurs, fastening the pace that his fingers drive into you effortlessly. "i wanna lick it all up." he adds, and his wicked words aid you in coming closer to your release. like a desperate slut, you grab his hair in a fist, while moaning awfully loud as you feel your whole body tremble. just like that, stars explode in your whole body, the electrical feeling making you feel like you're ascending to heaven as your walls pulsate around his masterful fingers. you've never had such a godly orgasm.

a man of his word, he indeed licks all of your sweet release, not letting even a drop go to waste. he rises slowly, bed shifting under his weight as he picks you up by your waist and plops you on the center of the bed. his chin is glistening, thanks to the mix of his saliva and the juices he squeezed out of you. taking your bra off, jungkook stops for a few seconds, admiring your naked body as his hands travel from your neck, to circling your nipples and then back to your thighs as he pulls you closer to his form.

"you're so fucking beautiful," he says as he smashes his lips into yours, kissing you with the same hunger that he used just a few moments earlier to devour you. his compliment make your insides twirl, heart beating faster than ever before as you swirl your tongue around his, tasting yourself on it.

your hands scratch his wide back slowly as they travel south, moving downwards just until they meet his fully erected cock. you slide them inside his boxer, finally stroking his veiny shaft. jungkook groans into your mouth, and you take pride in the fact that he acknowledges your touch and deems it pleasurable. his hips start moving as they create friction between your soft hands and his twitching member. fuck, he wants this just as bad as you do.

not being able to resist your touch any longer, jungkook gets rid of his boxers immediately, throwing them somewhere on the floor before he reaches for the drawer of his nightstand. he opens the red foiled package and slides the condom on his cock skillfully. he positions himself between your legs as he gives himself a few starting pumps.

"is this ok?" he asks all of a sudden as he stops abruptly.

"you think i'm going to stop this when you're about to fuck me?" you ask back, amused of the situation and the abrupt change in his attitude.

he chuckles, as he teases your entrance with his tip, leaning over you and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting softly into it. it makes you shiver, moaning his name filled with pleasure and a burning desire to feel him take over you completely.

"do you want me to fuck you?" he asks, voice laced with sin as he looks up to you, focusing his attention to the other nipple.

"fuck- yes!" you moan as a reply just when he lets out your nipple with a loud pop.

"how?" he interrogates further, using kisses to climb up your chest.

no one has ever asked you this before, all the men you encountered in bed until now were always selfishly chasing after their own pleasure, so they never asked what were yours.

"rough," you manage to blurt out as you feel him up again, touching his biceps and feeling muscles contract due to him supporting his weight above you. "hard...i want you to ruin me," you say before his head shoots out in surprise and he looks at you, his expression morphing quickly into a satisfied one before he kisses your jaw softly.

"never took you for someone who would enjoy that," he whispers close to you as he pushes up, aligning himself once more with your entrance.

he thought about it before?

"just tell me to stop if it becomes too much," he says just before his hands hug your waist and turn you around, your face buried instantly into the pillows as he positions your ass up.

he pushes in slowly at first, letting you grow familiar with his cock as your breath hitches from the amazing stretch. he goes in and out lazily, brushing his palms over your ass cheeks as he does so. you're already out of breath when he starts bucking his hips faster into you, setting an incredible pace that makes you hold his sheets tighter in your fists. his cock slides against your walls smoothly, hitting the newly discovered sensitive spot over and over again.

there's not much room for talking, the room is filled with moans from both of you and pleads of each other's names- they sound just like desperate prayers. he grows impatient, violently smashing his hips against your ass just like you asked, making you feel close to cumming again with each and every drive inside of you. your body burns, jungkook's body does too, making beads of sweat fall down on his white and clean sheets like a reminder to both of you of what has happened when all of this will end. you don't want it to end.

but contrary to your wishes, the man's hand finds your sensitive clit for the third time tonight, urging you to release a high-pitched moan as he starts rubbing again, faster, rougher than before. it takes a few moments before you come again under his touch, and when you do, it downs you both, his own hot seed filling up the condom as he tries to regain his breath, collapsing over your drained body. you both crumble like sand, melting into each other like you are one single being.

you feel him soften inside of you just before he pulls out, leaving your hole feeling lonely and empty as you finally drop your ass into the mattress, sinking your body into it as you roll around, managing to see him.

he's removing his condom, tying it before he throws it on the ground. "gross!" you'd think in other circumstances, but not now. he lays back into the bed, next to you, as he looks at your body like a hunter looking at a beast he managed to finally tame. sparkles are dancing in his eyes when he finally looks into yours, cupping your cheek lovingly before kissing you. he pulls you closer, but doesn't say anything, so you don't either. you nestle comfortably into his side as he hugs you warmly, the surfaces of your bodies sticking together because of the sweat.

he strokes your hair gently and you let yourself be taken to sleep in his hold as you inhale his perfume again, this time filled with the pure smell of his sweat filled with pheromones.

morning comes like a punch in the face. your head hurts because of the alcohol, and your body feels sore because of the sex. jungkook still sleeps, a few inches away from you as his chest rises slowly with each breath he takes. he looks so different, so peaceful from his usual self that is on the stage, singing his heart out onto the mic while all the lights shine on him. now, the only light shining on him is the one of the morning sun, stroking his features gently.

you get up slowly, searching for your panties quietly and putting them on.

"are trying to sneak out?" you hear his raspy voice. your attention goes to him again, laid out on the bed as he stretches, legs fully spread out and his body only masked by a piece of the blanket that covers his manhood.

"not really," you smile, as you put your shirt on lazily. "i was cold."

you get back on the bed, wrapping your own body, as well as jungkook's with the blanket. you scoot closer to him, and he instinctively hugs you like it's all he's done his entire life. minutes of silence pass before he says something again.

"would it be weird to ask you on a date now?" he chuckles.

you do too, placing your head on his chest in order to hear his heartbeats. louder than you could ever imagine jeon jungkook's heart could beat for you.

"you ask all the girls to dates after you fuck them?" you ask amused, thinking about just how many women have been in the exact same place you are right now. how many of them got to experience the magical touch of your friend?

"not really," jungkook says as he hooks his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him in hopes that you would be able to read the honesty in his eyes. "just you." he whispers as he kisses your forehead gently.

"careful, kook, if somebody hears you they might think you like me," you say with a grin on your face as you push your weight into your elbow.

"and they might be right." he replies, same cute smile on his face as he brushes your hair out of you eyes and tucks it behind your ear.

the same gesture offered by kai last night, only it does not make you feel the same way. last night it made you intimidated, maybe even fearful of what may come next, but now it feels loving, and calming, putting your heart at ease as it does with the rest of your body.

"i do like you." he states clearly, staring into your eyes and waiting for your reaction. he doesn't know where it's coming from, but he's sure he can't ignore the way his heart] gallops faster around you anymore, nor can he forget the jealousy he felt last night. you belong with him, not some random guy at the bar. not anyone else, for that matter.

it's such a cliche, you think as you remain petrified upon hearing his confession. you lived in fear of confessing only to realize that you lost years and years wondering what could be instead of what can be.

better late than never, right?

"i like you too." you say back, kissing him after what feels like an eternity.

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day 21: han + sex tape

©straykeedz

tw: female anatomy; sexting is implied; masturbation (f); oral (m receiving); unprotected piv sex (don’t do this at home 🤨); dirty talk; choking if you squint; creampie; ♡

wc: 2,4k;

okay this is like 1% plot and 99% porn lol

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smut below the cut, minors dni

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“Take off your panties for me, sweetheart?”

Jisung speaks, his phone camera pointed right between your legs on your clothed pussy, a black piece of cotton covering it, Jisung’s favorite. Whenever he sees you wearing them, even if it’s just a glimpse he gets from underneath his t-shirt that you wear around the house, he gets instantly hard. To be fair, though, he gets hard whenever he’s around you, it doesn’t matter what you’re - or not - wearing. 

You hook your fingers on the hems of your ridiculously expensive panties, then slide them down your thighs, revealing your bare cunt to Jisung’s eyes. He lets out a gasp, then helps you get rid of them. He rests his palm on your knee, still holding his phone in his other hand. 

“Touch yourself for me, please?”, he whines. 

You smirk, you love seeing him so desperate for you, so pussydrunk. 

That’s why you’re currently on your shared bed, laying flat on the mattress, completely naked - because he just can’t get enough of your pussy. He needs it - needs you all the time, and he struggles whenever he’s forced to be away from you. That’s the whole point of today, that’s why he’s recording such an intimate moment through his phone camera - he can’t bear the thought of not seeing your naked body for two whole months. 

Sure, you could video chat or maybe have phone sex, but you both know it won’t be possible all the time since he’ll literally be on the other side of the world. So you came up with an idea, an idea Jisung instantly loved and agreed on. How could he not? He gets to have sex with you, record it while it happens and he’ll be able to re-watch it whenever he wants? Sounded like music to his ears. 

You bring three fingers to your mouth and lick them, making sure they’re lubricated and wet enough before you bring them on your clit and start to rub slow circles under Jisung’s stare. He bites his lip as he watches you touch yourself - so differently than how he touches you, fast and impatiently, but equally pleasuring. 

“Mhhh, you like it, sweetheart? You like touching yourself for me?”, he sucks in a breath when he sees you spread your lips to show him how wet you are. “Oh. I think you do like it.”, he chuckles, cheeks flustered as he brings his phone closer to get a better focus on your intimate parts. 

“Spread those lips for me, let me see how wet is your pussy, baby.”

You bite your lower lip, turned on by the whole thing - Jisung standing between your legs wearing nothing but his boxers, looking absolutely fucked out even though you’re just getting started, phone in his shaking hand as he bites his lip. 

You do as he asked, using your wet fingers to delicately part your labia, showing him how your arousal is spread all around your hole - he nearly chokes on air. To be honest, right now he wants nothing more than to pull his boxers down and sink in your aching pussy and get lost in the feeling of fucking his cock into you - but at the same time he wants this to last as much as possible. 

“You want me to put a finger inside?”, you purr. 

“Yes, baby, please?”, it comes out more like a question. You slowly ease a finger inside of you, burying it deep until your walls swallow it whole to your knuckle. “Fuck, sweetheart, another.”, he begs.

You shake your head and chuckle. “You’re so impatient.”, you tease him. “I haven’t even started touching myself yet.”, you point out.

“I know, baby, but you’re so fucking hot.”, he whines. “I can’t get enough of you, you know that.”

“Mhh, I know.”, you mumble, circling your entrance with another finger, before slipping it in with a moan, arching your back. Jisung’s arms are shaking so bad the video he’s recording is blurred for a couple of seconds. 

“Feels good?”

“Mh-hm.”, you nod. “Not as good as your fingers or your cock, tho.”, you purr, enjoying seeing him squirm and hold back a moan as he palms himself over his boxers. 

“Make yourself cum for me, sweetheart. Then I’ll give you my cock, promise.” Jisung says, staring into your eyes. 

The offer does sound tempting, so you decide to not be a brat for once and actually grant him his wish, slowly starting to move your fingers inside of you. It feels different than when Jisung does it - your fingers aren’t as long and thick as his, and they don’t reach all your sweet spots as easily. You’re gonna miss those fingers while he’s away - fuck, you’re gonna miss all of him. 

“Like that, baby, fuck yourself like that. Show me how you do it.”, he encourages you. 

You close your eyes and kick your head back, shoving your fingers deeper as you desperately try to get yourself off as fast as possible - you want him inside of you, not your stupid fingers. Meanwhile, he slips his free hand under the waistband of his boxers, stroking his cock slowly - if he does it too quickly, he’s probably gonna cum. 

“‘M close…”, you whimper, trying your best to let your fingers hit the same spot again and again, feeling your orgasm approaching. “Gonna cum.”, you whine. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

You cum around your fingers, suppressing a moan by biting on the back of your hand as your legs shake and your whole body trembles, and fuck - Jisung really can’t believe he’s recording all of this. 

“Show me, baby. Show me your fingers, show me how much you’ve cum for me.”, there’s eagerness in his tone, but you can’t blame him. You’re eager too, you can’t wait to feel him, to touch him, to scratch and bite his skin, to cum again - this time, around him. 

You pull out your fingers from inside of you, and then wave them in front of the camera, showing him how they glisten, covered in your release. And Jisung can’t physically restrain himself from instantly getting closer to you, grabbing you by the wrist and shove your wet fingers into his mouth, getting a taste of you. He hums, swirling his hot tongue around your digits, and he can’t help but think of how much he’s going to miss this - tasting you - once he leaves. A sex tape can’t really help him with that… 

“Want your cock now…”, you speak softly, sitting on the mattress, his phone camera practically shoved in your face as you slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and finally slide them down his legs, letting them pool on his ankles, freeing his rock hard cock. 

Jisung isn’t mentally prepared for how you wrap your lips around his cockhead, but once more - he’s grateful he’s recording all of this, because you look so fucking hot with your mouth stuffed. Soft hums and muffled sounds leave his mouth as you take him deeper in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck around his length. 

“You’re so good at this, sweetheart, fuck.”, he licks his lips as he watch you bobbing your head up and down his cock without gagging. “You always suck me off so well.”, he compliments you, running one hand through your hair. 

But after a couple of seconds, he has to pull you away from his cock, too close to cumming already. You whine in protest. “I want to cum inside of you tonight, sweetheart.”, he explains, caressing your temple with the pad of his thumb. “Don’t you want it too?”

You nod eagerly. You want it - fuck, you want it so bad. “Good girl, now lay down on the bed for me.”

You position yourself on the bed as he requested, already spreading your legs because you know it’s how he likes it - he loves to see your face as he fucks you into oblivion. He wants to see the faces you make, wants to see how your feature scrunch up in pleasure as he thrusts hard inside of you, he wants to be able to shove his fingers in your mouth when you’re being too loud. 

He doesn’t stop recording - that’s the whole point of tonight. In fact, he positions his phone on his nightstand on a tripod - the tripod he usually uses for when he records his vlogs. He quickly checks if the angle’s right and the lights are okay before climbing on the bed, hovering over your body. 

“You’re gonna let me fuck you like a good girl tonight, aren’t you?”, he bites his lip, deep brown eyes staring into yours. “You’re gonna let me take this pussy how I want it?”, he cups your heat with his hand and sucks in a breath when he feels how wet you are. Only for him. 

You nod, licking your lips. “You can do whatever you want to me, you know that.”, you whisper, caressing his cheek with your cold finger, which sends a shiver down his spine. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you drive me crazy.”, he captures your lips in a kiss before pulling away. He wraps his fingers around his cock, then aligns it with your entrance. “Gonna put it in now. Think you can take it in one go?”

You hum. “I can, Ji. ‘M so wet for you.” 

Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as he pushes inside, thick cock parting your walls deliciously as he sinks in your heat - and you were right, you can take him in one go, because he bottoms out easily, burying himself deep inside of you. 

“There you go, sweetheart. Took me so well.”, he kisses you on the lips. 

“I always do.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re right, you always do.”, he pulls out just a couple of inches before pushing back inside, thrusting tentatively inside of you. “You’re such a good girl, taking my big cock in one go.”, he hooks his arm under one of your legs, spreading your thighs even wider, which allows him to go deeper. “Letting me take you like this, knowing I’m recording us fucking.”

“Ji.”, you moan. 

“Yeah that’s right, say my name.”, he grunts, hips snapping harder until wet, slapping sounds fill your bedroom. “Let the whole neighbourhood know who’s fucking you so well.”

“You.”, you moan. 

“A-And what’s my name, sweetheart?”, he pants. 

“Ji-“ a particularly hard thrust inside of you cuts you off “-sung.”, you let out a loud cry as he continues to fuck you hard, pounding into you relentlessly. 

He chuckles when he sees you turn your head to face his phone, still recording, on the nightstand, and his gaze follows yours, staring right into the camera. “You like it, huh?”, he smirks. “You like the thought of being recorded when I’m fucking you hard, yeah?”

You nod, then dig your fingernails in the flesh of his ass when he starts thrusting in a perfect angle, hitting your g-spot perfectly. “I do. Fuck, we should’ve done this sooner.”, you pant. 

He grins from ear to ear. “Ah, my perfect sweetheart.”, he wraps his fingers around your throat, although he doesn’t squeeze it. “Letting me take her like this… all spread for me, letting me pound her pussy so good…”, you can feel your wetness drip onto the mattress - the bedsheets must be soaked by now. 

“Fuck, Ji, don’t stop.”, you let out a high-pitched sound when his cockhead kisses your g-spot, and you throw your head back in the cushions, Jisung’s hand still wrapped around your throat. 

“Mhh, not thinking about it, sweetheart. Wanna feel you cum around my cock. And then we’ll do it again, mh? You gonna let me take this pussy again?”, he pants, his dark hair sticking on his sweaty forehead as his thrusts become unsteady. 

“Yes, fuck- gonna let you take it whenever you want, however you want.” You’re so, so close. 

“That’s right. I’m the owner of this pussy, aren’t I?”

“You are.”, you pant, legs shaking, toes already curling. So close. 

“And what’s my name, sweetheart? Say it as you cum for me.”, he demands.

“Jisung!”, you cum with a loud moan, clenching around his cock as you finish, coating his length, balls and bed in your orgasm. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, fuck-“ Jisung pants, but he’s cut off by his own orgasm. He grunts as he comes inside of you, rutting his hips against yours as your tight walls milk him. 

He lets go of your leg, knowing you’re probably feeling sore, and pulls away his fingers from your throat as his body collapses on yours. When he feels his cock starting to become limp, he’s quick to reach for his phone. You think he’s about to end the recording, but he kneels between your legs instead, and points his camera on your pussy. 

“Wanna watch my cum drip out of you, you’re gonna let me?”, he asks, looking you in the eye. 

You nod, and he slowly pulls out of you. A choked sound leaves his throat when he sees his seed, mixed with your release, drip out of your hole, ending up on the bedsheets. 

“Fuck, push it out, sweetheart. Wanna see it drip from your pretty hole.”, he brings his other hand on your pussy, delicately spreading your labia with two fingers, and bites his lip when you push his cum out of you. “There’s so much of it, sweetheart. I’ve cum so hard…”, he comments, coating his thumb in your mixed fluids. 

Then, he brings it to your lips, and nearly faints when he sees you wrapping your lips around his digit, licking it clean and swallowing your mixed releases. He presses the ‘end recording’ button, then throws his phone on the bed, next to you - not without saving the video and moving it into a private folder, the same folder in which he keeps all of your nudes and naughty videos you’ve sent him. 

Then, he lets his body fall on the bed next to you and pulls you closer, letting you rest your head on his naked chest. He places a kiss on your head as he runs his fingers through your hair. 

“Round two in the shower?”, you break the silence. 

He bites his lip, smiling like an idiot. He nods eagerly, and you get up from the bed. 

“Oh, and bring your phone.”, you smirk, disappearing into the bathroom. 

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yourusername Through My Eyes 2016 out now. So much has changed for me over the past year, I (finally) got my own place, I've met so many new people, and we hit 5 million subscribers!! Thank you all so much for all you've supported me through this year, and let's hope for an equally amazing TME of 2017! 💞💞

ynfan4 Oh I've been waiting for the highlight of my year!!

taliamar Good to see my festival feature is still the best part of the video. So proud of you girl ❤️

ynxcal4ever At 14.52 when it's just Y/n and Cal in their kitchen for the last time before she moved out and they remade the first ever thing they cooked together 😭😭 I'm so emotional right now

calfreezy I would say I had a glow up but after watching this I realised that I've always been mindblowingly attractive

yourusername The real reason I had to move out was because your big head was leaving dents in the wall anymore and I didn't want to feel like I was living with two Harrys xoxo 😘😘

wroetoshaw Oi! What did I do?

yourusername Broke my LED mirror by throwing a controller at it.

sdmnsundayz Y/n is a Saint for putting up with them.

January 2020.

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yourusername Through My Eyes 2019 is out now. Enjoy a year of travel across the world and the family who kept me strong through all of it. Thank you all for every line we've crossed and every milestone we hit this year, I love you all so so much 💘💘

calfreezy This is my favourite one out of all of them

yourusername Is it because you're in pretty much every frame?

calfreezy Obviously

freyanightingale Ibiza you will always be famous!

taliamar We need to go back ASAP

yourusername Opening scene to the next tme planned? I think so

ynslover 'Cal and Y/n' this, 'Y/n and the girls' that, yes it's cute but can we take a moment to appreciate how STUNNING she looked in this video???

ynfreezy LITERALLY. Like shes always been stunning but something in the foreign air made her a literal goddess it's not even funny

calsfreezys the bi panic was panicking HARD

taliaxynxfreya Currently crying over the fact that Y/n and Cal were together in most of the shots

w2minter There's no way they're not together.

January 2023.

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yourusername through my eyes 2022, you are my soul. despite me saying this every time I post one of these videos, I mean it now more than ever. from hitting 25 MILLION subscribers (what???), to hosting interviews at the MET gala, to truly falling in love, thank you to you all, and thank you to the universe for guiding me to where I am now. I truly cannot put my gratitude into words 💞💞💞

faithlouisak beautiful girl, beautiful video, beautiful vibe. the best part of every year xx ❤️❤️

yourusername love u more than words can describe ❤️

calfreezy I guess the amount of clips of you laughing makes up for the lack of me

calfreezy barely, though

calfreezy I better be heavily featured in the next one

yourusername I'll make a whole video dedicated to you if that's what you want

ynfan124 how do his tantrums work on you 😭

yourusername I've learned through many years that its better to just give him what he wants

mintertalia Y/N SOFT LAUNCHING???? this is a make or break for the cal and y/n shippers

yn2s yall still exist? give in, it's been years, if they were going to reveal something then they would've done it by now

mintertalia bro stfu you're a ship account for two people who've called each other siblings 😭

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yourusername @calfreezy satisfied?

YNXCAL NO FUXKING WAY

ynslover YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THIS ON US QUEEN

calfreezy it'll do

yourusername what if I broke up with you

calfreezy you'd miss me too much

taliamar cuties!!

freyanightingale what happened to soft launching it? 🤣

yourusername got bored, felt like causing drama

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[grievedeeply]

Hi! Can I request the counselors reacting to you offering for them to rest their head in your lap? Maybe you noticed they were super tired from taking care of the kids. I think it could be super cute and fluffy tysm ❤️

i'm gonna try to squeeze all of them in this because i think this idea is super cute, which means they might all be pretty short. i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!! i decided to make this pretty ambiguous so you can be dating them or not depending on your thoughts. set in an au where laura and max get to camp without any problems

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tws: none

the counselors reaction to you offering for them to rest their head in your lap headcanons

ryan erzahler

ryan is so exhausted after a long day with the kids. his social bar was already pretty low when he woke up, but after watching them he's ready to lie down and sleep for a long time

you notice his tired expression and how he's pretty much dragging his feet behind him as he walks towards you, and you greet him with a smile

the two of you have known each other for awhile and quickly became comfortable with affection, so when you get back to your cabin you ask him if he wants to rest his head in your lap

he does a double take— his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes wide— but he nods and lays his head down in your lap

he's glad that you noticed his feelings and offered this to him. it makes him feel seen and loved, and he falls asleep quickly while you rub comforting circles into his shoulder

dylan lenivy

dylan is one of the kids favorite counselors. he's so funny and he pays attention to every single one of them equally. he's loved by them and they spend sooo much time with him every day

he doesn't mind. it makes him feel good about himself. but he feels burnt out sometimes, especially when they're constantly asking for him to play with them

he's so tired as he walks back to your cabin, shutting the door behind him with a groan. he'll tell you about his day and you notice the weary expression on his face

you offer for him to rest his head in your lap, and he takes it immediately. he loves being around you and he's comfortable with affection with you, so this is something he enjoys

he'll look up at you and talk to you, asking you questions about how your day went and what you were doing with the kids before he drifts off for a few moments. you don't mind it, though. you know he needed the rest

kaitlyn ka

as the activities coordinator, kaitlyn is always on the move. she doesn't really admit it, but she's pretty much always tired

she'll only ever show it to you sometimes, and the case of her exhaustion has to be really severe. she'll come to your cabin and just wordlessly fall asleep on those days

kaitlyn opens the door to your cabin and walks over to you, a worn out look in her eyes. you offer for her to rest her head in her lap and she looks really confused at first

it takes her a moment of convincing and thought to go through with it, laying her head down on your lap and quickly relaxing into your touch

she falls asleep quickly, embarrassed when she wakes up that you're still there, smiling down at her happily

nick furcillo

sometimes the kids are allowed in the kitchen and nick helps them cook their own meals. it's all really simple things, but sometime they make messes and he gets tired of cleaning it up

he spends almost 3 hours scrubbing everything in the kitchen after they leave and he gets tired quickly while he's going it

he goes to your cabin and immediately gives you a hug, telling you about what happened with the kids and how tired he is

he's really open with his feelings so he tells you exactly what bothered him about cleaning and how easily avoidable it was. when you offer your lap for him to lay in, he accepts with no hesitation

he feels relaxed around you and being able to look up at you while you mess with his hair calms him down so easily and helps him forget about his stressful day

abi blyg

the kids really love painting. they love abi's teaching and guidance but sometimes they get messy. they play around with each other and paint goes flying

she spends awhile trying to get it off of the floor and the walls and scraps a LOT of canvases that they messed up before she leaves, deciding to clean up the rest at another time because of how tired she was

she meets up with you by the tree close to the cabins and asks if she could stay with you for awhile and— noticing how worn out she looks— you say yes

you ask if she would want to rest her head on your lap and she denies it at first, telling you she doesn't want to get your outfit covered in paint

you insist that it's okay and that you can wash it, and she gives in, laying comfortably in your lap as she listens to you talk about your day as a way to get her mind off of everythint

emma mountebank

emma has a lot of energy and, being the theater counselor, she hardly ever gets tired. she loves spending her time with the kids and making up stories to act out with them

though, sometimes they get particularly rowdy and it drains her completely. she's exhausted by the time she waves goodbye to them

she goes to your cabin to meet up with you, and you notice her messy hair and crumpled shirt. her makeup is ruined and you automatically know she had a bad day

she sits next to you and talks about everything that happened until you cut her off, asking if she'd be more comfortable with her head on your lap. she smiles, a genuine smile, and she rests her head on top of you

feeling happier, she continues telling you about her day, but she's laughing a lot more about it, even if she knows she looks horrible (she doesn't)

jacob custos

he's the sports coach so he's usually always tired by the end of the day. he never cares though, he's happy playing with the kids and letting them beat him

there are some days that seem longer than others and jacob immediately comes to you for company after all of the kids go to bed

he'll tell you about everything, his eyes half closed as he speaks. you ask him if he wants to use your lap as a pillow and he just nods, adjusting himself accordingly

he decides he'll tell you about everything when he's fully rested and he falls asleep almost immediately. you just laugh, but you know he needs it

he can feel you playing with his hair and he senses your eyes on him, and he tries to hide a smile as he falls asleep. he feels cared for when he's around you

laura kearney

laura loves being a nurse, but it does get really tiring. some days more than others. she likes helping the kids and making sure they feel better, but she can't help but be exhausted

after a particularly long day at the nurses station, taking care of kids with scraped knees and headaches, she makes her way to your cabin to pay you a visit

by the time she gets to your door, she's half asleep. you let her in and she sits down next to you, telling you about everything that happened after you ask

you offer your lap for her to lay in and it takes her a moment to fully comprehend your question. she's glad that you care so much about her, and she accepts

she gives you a smile, her eyes falling shut as she drifts off to recuperate. she feels almost guilty for using you as a pillow, but you offered, and it makes her feel safe

max brinly

max is the activities assistant and works closely with kaitlyn. like her, he spends a lot of days exhausted after all of the kids leave

sometimes they purposefully decide not to listen to him and run off, making him get annoyed and even more tired by the time they actually start falling in line

the only thing he looks forward to after those particularly long days is seeing you. he makes his way to your cabin and greets you happily, pretending like he's not tired for awhile

he yawns a few times but you think nothing of it. it isn't until he literally starts dozing off that you notice something is really wrong. you offer your lap to him to let him rest, and he smiles and nods, happily accepting your offer

he's glad that he has someone like you in his life to look after him after those days. he wants things like this to happen more often, but he won't ever admit it to you

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[mr-laveau]

Ayo it's your boy, uhh, skinny penis- bitch you know who tf it is hi munchkin <3 xoxo

What's your listener's name and nickname? Sweetheart, name pending,,,,

What's their backstory? As you may or may not remember - My SH is Afro-Latinx, from an empowered family. The previous generation (their parents) called out DUMP on mistreatment of human born and unempowered humans (being detained, lack of jobs and representation) which started a whole commotion for the treatment of everyone but empowered humans (feeders, humanborn, and unempowered humans) and led to restructuring of DUMP. Think if there was a magical civil rights act and equal employment act. Anyway, my SH comes into play when DUMP catches them in the wrong place/wrong time and some higher ups think this is the perfect moment for revenge - either SH goes to jail and destroys their family's upright reputation and a family member's run for office OR they work for DUMP as a way to keep an eye on the family. They hate every second of it and face a lot of pressure to conform (gender presentation wise, accepting smart comments about being a stealth and some other microaggressions) but they want to protect their family.

What's the desired aesthetic of your listener character (punk, greaser, bimbo, scene kid, schoolgirl)? I'm feeling make noir sexy again. Like if you made a 1940s mafia boss in modern day and VERY sexy but also stylish. Gotta keep up with fresh to death did you see my ice Milo Greer. Pinstripes, suspenders, harnesses/holsters, etc. But like also in a bring your own gender I don't trust your gender with raisins in it kind of way.

What's your listener's gender presentation like? Yeah so gender as in mind your business. Androgynous as in I do what I want. It's masc, it's femme, it's ambiguous, it's all of the above. Really the point is constantly serving hot girl (gn) shit and looking super sexy next to Milo. They're that super hot stylish couple everyone wishes at least a little bit they dressed like because it looks effortless. My SH uses they/them pronouns and identifies as queer as in what's it to you (or genderfluid!)

What's your listener's ethnicity? Afro-Latinx! I wanted a listener who could dance bachata, okay? They're Dominican.

What's your listener's age? Ummmmmm. I think about the same age as Milo, maybe a year older? So 31 this year.

What's your listener's body type/build? Taller than Milo for SURE, I think they're like tall-tall. Like at least 5'10. Also they're a dancer and a runner (investigator things) (perhaps they were even a track star) so they've got a tall, muscular kind of body type - but don't be afraid to give them some body fat! They're strong!

What's your listener's star sign? Taurus!

What are your listener's most important relationships and who are they connected to? Their most important relationships are for SURE with their family. Since dating Milo, they finally told their family why they started working for DUMP (lots of anxiety but they were met with a lot of support and love). They are super close to their family (which is a big extended family, lots of aunt and uncles and cousins and nieces and nephews and so on) and so they spend lots of time at family dinners/parties/celebrations and love to bring Milo with them. Because their family (unintentionally at first) became so politically active in Dahlia for the rights of human-born, unempowered humans, and feeders, they have a lot of political connections through their own work and through their family members - definitely in a well connected family!

What's your listener's hobbies/interests? They love to dance - big inspiration for them. They like partner dances and particularly love Bachata (something something fond memories watching their parents and family dance together and learning as they grew up) but they just like to dance in general. You will be catching them at Zumba classes at the local gym with the aunties and grandmas. They're also really connected to community events - there was a lot of distrust created by them joining DUMP and so they are really invested in their community service and improving their community. They loooove to cook, but they're a "let's cook together" not "I'm cooking get out of the kitchen" kind of person. Definitely a food experimenter and sometimes it can go badly. Also makes a mean cocktail - always invited to dinner parties or wanting to host them with Milo.

If your listener was a deity from a known mythology, what deity would they be? Why would you ask me this. I don't know! Maybe Terpsichore, one of the nine Greek muses associated with dancing? You don't understand how central dance is to this character. They are always dancing.

What Audio RP series are they from? RedactedASMR - Sweetheart

What kind of lover are they to their partner/what kind of friend are they? In a few words - silly-goofy, observant, and a whore (said with love). As for a friend, still silly-goofy and observant, but I think they're affectionate as hell. Think of a really sociable cat.

What is something/are some things that your listener values? They really value family and community - firm believer in it takes a village and we are all our brother's keeper (except of course when it comes to them because they should be able to help everyone and not need any help themselves. sweetheart things.) There is no understanding how invested they are in protecting and standing up for their community and that's why they put in 4x more work (and overtime) than others at DUMP - they believe in helping people and not going with the easy solution. So family, community, doing something you're passionate about every day, and fairness/justice.

Pick a song that you think represents your listener. https://open.spotify.com/track/3qQbCzHBycnDpGskqOWY0E?si=e8cb80d8d36a45b3 This song started making me think about songs for listeners to dance to and kind of kick-started this whole idea. I just have an image of Milo and SH dancing to this song together in the kitchen while something is simmering on the stove ok?

What's the inspiration behind your listener's design? I wanted a listener who could dance really well, and decided a speaker who DEFINITELY can dance is Milo. And then I had to figure out the whole cop thing, so here we are.

Could you give me a vague concept of what your listener's visual vibe is? Modernized sexy noir film - but if you could be the femme fatale and the detective and the criminal at any given point. Truly, they do it all.

What are some extra tidbits you wanna tell me about your listener? Neither Milo nor Sweetheart are good with scary stuff (despite them being a stealth) and neither of them are killing bugs. They call David or Asher to handle them (I think David kills them but Asher puts them outside). Sweetheart and Aggro? Best friends. Milo complains that they're closer than him and Aggro - something about a stealth having cat energy and Aggro just gets it. "The girls that get it, get it, Milo."

Laveau's Listener Design Lab - design #001 - Sweetheart - Lexi Moon

Heyyyy Lexi! Good to see you in my inbox and congrats on getting your listener as the first design for the labs! It was wonderful getting to work on a SH and your concept really stood out to me when I first saw it so I had to draw it up!

Design Notes!

For this design, your initial concepts made me think of a few people I could implement for inspirations to your SH's design. Those people being Catwoman from DC and Gomez Addams from the Addams Family!

From Gomez, I wanted to make Sweetheart's suit similar to the patterning of Gomez's while adding Catwoman's femme fatale flair to the design. You made a note where you wanted SH to look like a detective, a femme fatale and a criminal all in one go so I chose to aim for darker blues to show professionalism whilst implying a sense of mystery to the character–and of course we can't forget every femme fatale's signature bold lipstick colour. You can also see some of Catwoman's influence in the nails as I figured it'd be fun for them to make witty remarks while snapping back at Milo with hand gestures. Additionally, I decided to add a few embellishments to show SH's lack of total compliance to the dress code of D.U.M.P by giving them piercings and tattoos; The moon earrings here is my favourite because every SH should have a moon motif but also given the symbolisms associated with the moon and the energy you wanted your SH to capture, I felt it was the perfect choice; the blue rose tattoos are also fun imo because the thorns can be interpreted as restrictive shackles or as "a rose with thorns", the choice to also incorporate blue roses was also informed by my knowledge of what they mean symbolically (that being mystery, admiration, uniqueness and aspiration) . Finally, I also tailored SH's clothes to be more ready for action whilst being fashionable and danceable (including the oxford shoes I added) so they can always move unrestrained whilst also being the hottest thing that Milo ever laid eyes on.

Overall, this was a really fun concept for me to work on and I really enjoyed being able to design your listener, hope you enjoy!

wanna have your listener designed by me? Check out my rules to the Listener Design Lab and send an ask my way!

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi! Omg I just found your page yesterday and I'm OBSESSED!!! and I was hoping I could request a Thomas shelby/reader where the reader is a Harry Potter witch who has left the magical world for the muggle world, and ended up in Birmingham. Since she has no real muggle education or connections she's struggling and ends up bartending at the Garrison instead of Grace in season 1.

I just love the idea of a (literally) magical girl charming all the peaky boys and being an equal to Tommy, if you want maybe include The Big Reveal about her magic?

Love your writing!

Dear Anon,

This was such a fun request! The timeline is a total mess as the Marauders are my fav crew. Hopefully, it doesn't bother you. Thank you for waiting.

Enjoy XOXO

Warnings: romance - no explicit content, however Peaky Blinders does contain themes only acceptable for adults. Please consume content responsibly.

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The pain was consuming as you looked at Remus on the train platform. Years of running into his and your friend's arms every September, and now you are saying goodbye. 

Harry was ripped away from the two of you to live where your love couldn't reach him. 

The funeral ended, and Sirius was hauled off. It was glaringly clear that you couldn't find a place in the wizarding world after the war had ended. You’d suffered great losses and all that was left was you and Remus. 

He’d secured a position helping Dumbledore and you had faith he would be alright. You had job options pouring in from the ministry, even teaching positions from Hogwarts. Every time you think of either, your stomach twists. 

Last time you were at either of those places you were there with them. Going back made you feel like it would somehow become real. Any time you interacted with this world the more the pain would become real. It was agonizing. Hogwarts was your home. 

This leads to you drinking heavily to manage the remaining hours on shift at the Three Broomsticks. Every time the bell would ring on the door you felt like you would see James or Sirius. Marlene or Lily. Someone. 

You stumbled home flopping onto your bed, the thought of calling Remus crossed your hazy mind. Knowing he would worry enough to come over prevented you. He had enough going on this close to the full moon. Stumbling to grab a glass of water you sat next to the toilet knowing what was going to happen. It was just a matter of time. 

Many memories flooded your mind of Sirius holding your hair back, and James laughing at you for being a lightweight. Nights piled onto the kitchen floor, falling asleep anywhere only to wake up on some soft surface with a friend close by. 

Now your apartment is empty. Everything stayed in boxes so it couldn't creep up on you. You grabbed the newspaper off the top of the shelf. It was a muggle one and you were grateful for the stationary photos and straight lines of print. Somewhere along the way, you saw an ad for a muggle bartender. It wasn't too far away, and most importantly you’d never been to Birmingham. No reason for it to hurt. 

You smiled content with your logic. 

You thought about it and decided it was meant to be, who put that newspaper in your bathroom? You had no idea but it seemed like an excellent plan 

One call later you had an interview secured. You picked a nice deep plum-colored dress from a muggle shop in the city. 

Job and new apartment confirmed, now you were saying goodbye. 

___________

You rested your damp cheek on the scratchy tweed jacket he was wearing. 

“After my next project is done I’ll pop by for a visit, yeah?” He mumbled in a heavy voice. Whether you stayed or not there was no way for the two of you to be together. He’d be traveling ten months out of the year. 

“Yeah.” You confirmed hating how your voice wobbled. Pulling out of his comforting embrace you felt the cold autumn wind wrap around your body, taking his warmth far away. 

“Take care of yourself, Moony.” you brushed the tears away. 

“Same goes for you.” He kissed the top of your forehead before the bell rang. You stepped onto the train and sunk into your seat. Watched him wave until the fog obscured his slender frame. You pulled out an indented stone from your pocket. You, Lily, and the boys all had matching ones. When you rubbed it they all started to glow. As far as you knew they were buried with them. You silently prayed that wherever they were they could feel your love. You couldn’t even think of Sirius. 

The train ride didn't take long. Honestly, you probably could have apparated, but for some reason, all the best things in your life had started with train rides, why stop the tradition now?

You doubted this would be one of those good times in your life, but James would want you to be strong, Lily would have wanted you to take care of yourself. They wouldn't want to see you deteriorating, drowning in memories. 

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Your first shift wasn’t too hard. You were from a muggle family and tended to do most of these types of things by hand anyway. Pouring drinks, smiling at people that didn't know you, engulfed in the warmth of the pub, glowing lights keeping the dark fog outside at bay. You weren't happy, but you felt at peace with things.

These people had just had their own war, you could feel them trying to move on just like you were. One of the older men at the pub caught that look in your eye, giving you a hearty pat on the shoulder. 

“You’ll find your way, love.” He started with glossy eyes. You only nodded, giving him a sad smile, but it was enough. The warmth was interrupted by a group of men arriving. The mood shifted and people quieted down. 

They wore nice clothes, and distinct hats, clearly some type of gang. Memories of purebloods and death eaters caused the muscles in your shoulder to tense up as they approached. 

“Bottle in the snug '' A man called out before moving into the enclosed booth. You assumed he meant whiskey and opened the little passage from behind the bar. Happy you didn't have to go directly into the room. 

You watched as all sorts of strange company moved in and out of the snug. Wondering who those men were, and why they seemed to command the mood of the small pub. 

Eventually, it was closing time. One shift accomplished, no drinks and no tears. 

The place appeared empty except for the man still sitting in the enclosed booth. 

“Sir, we are closing. I’ll have to ask you to leave” You said in a sweet voice, trying to figure out what you found so peculiar about the man. His bright blue eyes looked up from the stack of papers he said sprawled out on the table. 

“It’s alright I’ll lock up.” He said staring at you, your face flushed in confusion. “Thomas Shelby” He stuck his hand out standing up. You introduced yourself by shaking his hand. 

“I own the place.” He clarified. 

“I apologize I only met Harry the other day -” 

“It’s alright. Stay for a drink?” There was a twinkle in his eyes that pulled you in. Looking at the bottle of whiskey your stomach twisted painfully. 

“I - I don’t really drink right now” 

“With child?” He sat down motioning for you to take a seat regardless. 

“No, it just doesn't look good on me at the moment.” You tried to give a polite smile, but it fell short. He hummed looking you over. 

“From Scotland?” 

You nodded in response, wanting to avoid thinking about home.  

“Why this pub?” 

“It was hiring.” You answered easily. 

“This part of Birmingham isn't the best, love.” He gave you a look of warning. “Best to keep to yourself, and come directly to me if you're in trouble.” 

His words were icy, but you’d experienced just about every type of horror the world had to offer. 

“Trust me sir, you don't have to worry about me.” 

“Is that so?” He wanted more information from you, his head cocked to the side. You only nodded. 

“Well, I’ll walk you home nonetheless.” You paused not sure if you wanted to give away where you lived. “You're just up the street, yeah?” 

“That would be nice thank you.” You had your wand on you, so there wasn't a real threat to the situation. 

“In the city on your own then?” He asked as you stepped out into the crisp air. 

“Yes, a fresh start was called for.” 

“Care to elaborate?” 

“Because you want to know or because it's a requirement you vet me?” 

“Sounds like this isn't your first time?” He said sharply, a visible distrust washing over his features. 

“Maybe all cities have a Thomas Shelby.” You sighed in defeat. “I lost my father in the war, my mother passed away soon after, I was involved in things I won’t talk about. Lost my closest friends. I won’t stay there, but if the position is no longer open I can move on to the next city.” You said sharply, you didn't have time for games, and judging by how tired he looked in the street light neither did he. 

He stopped, turning to face you. 

“I’m sorry.” He had the most consuming flicker of empathy in his eyes. 

“I’m sure you got your fair share. I'm sorry as well.” You murmured slightly breathless. His eyes were pricing, and suddenly you were desperate to know more about this strange man. 

“Now what exactly do you do?” You needed to know before your thoughts got carried away. 

“The same thing the rest of the Thomas Shelbys do.” He placed a hand on your low back as you resumed your walk home. “Peaky Blinders, that’s my organization. The pub is ours as well as that Betting shop over there.” 

“What are you up against?” you asked wanting to know what blood dirtied his hands regularly. 

“People that wish they were Thomas Shelbys” 

“So you keep things gang-related then?” 

“As opposed to?” 

“Innocent folks, daughters going missing - that sort of thing” You shrugged. 

“No.” He responded seriously. You nodded considering things.

“This is me” You nodded to the building. 

“You need anything you can come to me.” He said darkly, suddenly you wondered what he meant by anything, a flush covered your cheeks.

“I’ll be sure to seek you out.” You said as calmly as possible.

“I look forward to walking you home again tomorrow.” He gave you a nod and he started walking down the steps. Opening and closing the door to the stairwell you could see through the window that he’d stayed to make sure you were in the door before leaving. 

You climbed the stairs to your flat, wondering if you’d just got mixed up in another bout of nonsense. 

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He was there at the end of every shift to walk you home. Which soon escalated to showing up at the beginning of your shift with your favorite pastries and tea. 

People treated you a little nicer, not from a place of warmth but moreover a place of fearful respect.

Tommy belonged to a big family, you’d met Arthur, John, and Polly so far, but you had heard of his sister Ada and little brother Finn. 

These days were long and you were often very tired. Too tired to remember or think about things making this the perfect escape. Tommy was around you frequently flirting in his own way. Other men would be warned with a single look, and you figured that meant he was interested. Perhaps he was waiting on you to make a move?

Slowly you began to trust him, enough to let him court you properly when he asked. You and he shared the same type of inner void. It was nicer to be with someone that understood it, and wasn't always trying to change it. 

You looked at him sitting in the firelight. His mind lost in the flames, there was a blanket of snow covering the ground and Christmas was inching closer. He quickly caught you staring, responding by pressing a kiss to your lips. Suddenly the yard fell away as his warm hands clasped your cheeks. 

He deepened the kiss leaving you amazed at how it warmed your body from the cold wind. Charlie and Curly suddenly found something very fascinating in the barn that needed attending to. 

The moon was bright in the sky, lighting up the whole city by reflecting on the snow. You felt the familiar feeling of need seep out of your bones. His grip on you was so inviting, your body relaxed further against him.

He pulled away, pressing a kiss to your forehead. This was where you both always left things and guilt started to bubble up in your stomach. You wanted to take things further, but you always got in your own way. 

You tried to date at school, but after your last attempt spread rumors about you throughout the school - you’d stopped. You thought back to the boys terrorizing anyone involved. It was never worth the risk, then you were swept up in a war with no time for anything. 

Tommy on the other hand struck you as the type of guy who had regularly indulged in acts of passion. You’d wanted to get it off your chest for a long time now. The fear of him getting tired or bored constantly weighing on you. 

Remus was coming and you thought it better to wait for his opinion and see what he thought of Thomas. You rested your head against his shoulder taking a deep breath. 

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You had talked to Polly about this day. All week you’d been dreading it, a dark cloud of reality hanging over your head. You were grateful she had told you to stay in, to look after yourself for the day. She’d even sent you home with some dinner and muffins, her kindness lifting your spirits slightly. 

It was Lily’s birthday. 

She’d slept next to you for seven years. She was a friend from the start despite you both drifting off slightly to rival friend groups. But when Severus had hurt her you’d been the one to break his nose the old fashion way. James pulled you off of him, it was his concern for your well-being and safety that made her see him in a different way. You pulled the covers over your face and prayed that these memories would leave you to rest for a while longer.  

A knock sounded at the door close to noon. You assumed Tommy had come to check on you. The thought of his presence was enough to pull you out of your bed. 

Grabbing your house coat you opened the door. Remus’s towering figure stood over you and you let out a shout of excitement before pulling him into a tight embrace. He smelt like cinnamon and cardamom. 

You eventually let him go and took in the worn-out features of his face. Suddenly the urge to fix him took over as you got him to sit down in the kitchen.  

“Tea and breakfast.” You stated as you put the kettle on by hand before realizing you didn't have to do things the muggle way. Suddenly things were flying around the kitchen as you got the eggs on the stove. 

“Go on, tell me everything.” You encouraged him, he looked so tired it broke your heart. You made a mental note to pick him up some clothes and stitch his coat before he left.

“Not much I can say really.” He lit a cigarette and leaned into the seat. “Want to hear about all this though.” he waved his hand gesturing to your small flat. 

“Well, I like the pub. It’s mostly easy work.” You nodded not sure how to bring up Tommy. 

“Any friends?” 

“Yeah, well, about that -” You could already tell that your face had given you away. He let out a loud laugh at your embarrassment. 

“So my boss is kind of this crime lord - gangster type. I may have fallen in with his family…. Well - and perhaps fallen for him.” You poured him a mug of hot tea. 

“A gangster? Thought you ran away for a simple life?” 

“It's all guns and money - not really a threat to me. But bloody hell Remus I have no idea what I’m doing.”  You ran your hands through your hair in frustration.

“What’s he like then?” He put his cigarette out.

“He’s - very handsome. Kind to me, very attentive. He’s - well, he was in their war so he’s a bit like us now, you know. He’s very sad.” you spoke in a hectic manner fluttering about the kitchen trying to find things. 

“But you're also very sad.” He stated simply. 

“Right! So much in common.” You said sarcastically. There was another knock at the door.

“It’s open!’ you called out preoccupied with lighting a cigarette. Remus gestured to the kitchen with his hands, eyes wide. 

“Fuck” you hissed suddenly stopping all magic. Needing to tend to the eggs you dropped a cigarette into the sink diving to catch the spatula. 

“Tommy!” You said suddenly, shocked to see him. He took in the situation and gave off a colder-than-usual aura. 

“This is my best friend Remus!” You watched as they introduced each other and shook hands. 

“Lily’s -” You paused and swallowed hard. “Lily’s birthday would have been today.” You told him, before whipping around to start frantically making breakfast. 

“Are you hungry, love?” 

“No,  I’m alright.” He said watching you. Suddenly you realized you were still in your nightgown and housecoat. Remus didn't care, many summers spent skinny dipping, he’d seen more of you than most - but Tommy. 

That’s got to be where all the tension was coming from. You couldn't leave the stove on to go change so you just gave him a cup of tea. 

You and Remus started telling stories about school, ones that didn't immediately make you upset. You watched him relax as he realized he was learning more about you with Remus there. 

They both talked for a while as you got dressed, you were happy to see that everything seemed to be cleared up. Tommy gave you a kiss at the door before leaving to handle some things. 

Leaving you and Remus to gossip. 

“You're picking a rough path,” Remus said, letting out a deep sigh.

“Don’t think I ever thought I would go any other way. You and I were always caught up in trouble. It just finds us everywhere we go.” 

“Well, he’s definitely got stuff rattling around in his head. But he cares for you.” 

“You think so?” You asked. 

“Yeah.” 

“What if I mess it up?” 

“Remus? - I want to um… take things - all the way?” Your face pinched up in discomfort at your choice of words. “But I uh never - ya know” you shrugged and he laughed again.

“Just take it slow, do what feels right,” Remus said, trying to contain his obvious amusement. 

“Then he better be kind to you or I’ll kill him.” He said the same way James would have. 

“Mooney!” 

He only shrugged. 

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Tommy seemed slightly put off by Remus’s visit. Something that was very apparent to you. 

“Tommy?” You entered his office at the betting shop later that evening. He hummed looking up from his papers. “Is everything alright?” 

“Yes” He answered tightly. 

“Is it about Remus?” You pushed and he gave you a flat expression that answered your question. 

“Look, if you’d rather go home. I wouldn't hold it against you.” He said bluntly, his eyes colder than ever.

“I-” 

“Don’t lie” His words bit into you.

“I don’t tell lies.” You said sharply getting up and slamming his office door. You knew there was a temper in him that scared you. Sure you could handle yourself physically as long as you had your wand. But he was too close to you now. He didn’t need to use force to hurt you, he could just open his mouth. 

The fact that you could hear Lily’s laughter floating all around you the whole day did not help. 

The night passed and you laid in bed wishing Remus had spent the night like you offered. Memories crept in and the thought of facing Tommy at work the next morning made you grab the bottle of whiskey from above the fridge. 

You’d just opened the bottle when there was another knock at the door. You opened the door in your slip uncaring of who was on the other side. You would love to fight someone right about now. 

Tommy was there initially looking at your face then you watched his expression shift as he took in your appearance. You moved away from the door going back to the whiskey in the kitchen. 

He came towards you grabbing onto your chin.

“You better not even start!” You snapped at him. “I pay the rent on this place! If men want to show up unannounced at strange hours they can deal with this!” You gestured to your body. “If people don’t like it, then don't come over! How bout that” Part of you wanted him to react. Slap you down so you could leave. Hide away from whatever was starting between the two of you before it took its pound of flesh. 

“What do you want from this eh?” His eyes held nothing but passion and caution was getting pushed to the back of your mind. “You don’t have me over in your apartment. I don't see you like this, but he does? What am I to think?” 

“He’s my best friend, we - we know each other very well” He let out a cold laugh but you continued. “He’s the only family I have left. He’s it.” Your eyes narrowed as you got even angrier pushing his hand away. “You haven't seen me like this because - I - I've never - dated or been - I've never had sex.” You took a breath. “I don't know what I’m doing. I wanted his advice. Make sure he likes you, I don't have anyone else to run these things by - I don't have anyone left -'' Soon the items in the room were starting to float, your mind was always on the edge now trying to process everything that even something this small would push you over the edge.

You closed your eyes and tried to take a deep breath. Everything in the apartment settled eventually and you wondered if you kept your eyes closed long enough you wouldn't have to watch him run away. He pressed himself against you crushing you in his arms. His cheek pressed to the top of your head. He pulled you closer when you knew every bone in his body was telling him to run. 

“I’m a witch.” You blurted out, knowing it would get you in trouble, however, according to Remus they were still cleaning up such a mess that it was not uncommon for these types of things to go unnoticed. 

“What kind?” He whispered. 

“Erm - not an evil one?” You pulled away to look up at him more confused than ever. Eventually, you both ended up at the dinner table. You poured him a hearty glass of whiskey and was impressed that more than anything he just seemed curious. 

You told him about who you were honest and he took it in a glass of whiskey at a time.

“Things got pretty bad for you lot, for a while anyway?” 

You nodded wondering how he would know about any of it. 

“Polly’s cousins were like you. Past few years she had to stop writing because it wasn't safe. Mentioned stuff about a war and whatnot.” 

“Her cousins? How much do you know?” You asked. 

“Not as much as what you told me, but that side of the family has lots of this type of stuff.” He shrugged, lighting another cigarette. 

“So you don't - mind?” 

“No” he almost smiled. “If anything it means we don't have to tone down the usual family stuff.” 

You’d often wondered about Polly, her way of seeing things that others didn’t. 

“Well, whatever it is I doubt it will put me off.” You said honestly. “S’long as you don't take things too far with business.” 

He scoffed “I’m sure you’ll find a way to keep me in line.” 

You both stared at each other for a long moment. 

“I like Remus, Just not when you're practically naked.” He said changing the subject. He stood up and moved to your side holding his hand out. 

“I’m far from naked.” You accepted his hand and stood. 

“I disagree.” His gaze was heavy and it made you feel desperate. His hand found your low back and you let him guide you towards your bedroom. The thought of sleep sounded very appealing after everything that had gone on that day but his presence was electric. 

He lead you to the bed and pulled your quilt over you, before you could ask he slipped off his shoes and dressed down to his undershirt. You made space for him and he laid next to you. Your body was tight with anticipation, unsure of what was going on. Thinking back to what your friends had said over the years that was generally not a good thing. You rolled onto your side, ready to ask him what this was all about, but before you could ask he pulled you against his chest. 

“I’m sorry about your friend.” He whispered. 

“I told you a lot today, but I’ll tell you what happened - wh-” Your chest got tight. 

“When your ready love.” He said easily. 

“Thank you.” 

He held you in his arms and you relaxed into a safety you had never known before. 

“Did you want to um -” You took a breath and tried to explain what you really wanted to ask. “Stay the night?” 

“You’ll never feel pressure from me, love.” He kissed the top of your head. “Just rest.” 

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Polly’s family was very magical and you knew some of her relatives. Now that the war was over you were able to reconnect them. 

Tommy loved it when people were around forcing you to be normal. A maid in the kitchen meant you had to struggle to reach the top shelf, meaning he would have to get it for you. Your huff of irritation was enough to bring a smile to his lips. 

He married you right away, hating the thought of things being uncertain. He knew that his place was next to you so there was no point wasting time. 

One night Remus got a bit of evidence that Peter may have been at fault, this lead to the both of you taking over the study for weeks putting everything together. You both managed to clear his name. 

Sirius being a mess but deciding to take it out on Tommy because he didn't think he was good enough for you. 

You were thoroughly bothered by the fact that you couldn't see Harry. After enough pestering, you managed to take custody of him proving you raised him in a muggle community. Something that wasn't hard with your current setup. You were initially worried that Tommy would reject the idea of raising a child that wasn't his own. You felt sick the night you broke down and asked him, only to be surprised by his own difficult feelings of knowing a child was being mistreated. Out of respect for you and your friends, he had no problem accepting the boy into the family.

Lol just thinking about Harry going up against all this stuff with background Shelby commentary & events.

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #shelby family #Peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #Thomas Shelby x reader #Harry Potter #Harry Potter cross over #Marauders era #Peaky blinders x harry potter

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Part Thirteen [4,751 words] ~ James Norrington/OC

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Page breaks by cafekitsune.

Also now on AO3 and FF.net.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - *Part Thirteen* [you're here!]

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A/N: At this point, my approach to this fic is “what if POTC was an Austen novel?” and we just need to live with the consequences xoxo

“Is this not a bit much?” Theo asked doubtfully, scrutinising her reflection.

“My dearest darling Theodora, that is the point,” Elizabeth replied simply.

Both of them had already been dressed by the maids, and now they were resorting to a bit of primping as they waited for the appropriate time to head downstairs.

“I’m not opposed to a bit of glam, but this is…you’ve got me looking like Marie Antoinette.”

“Who?”

Whoops. At least making slips like that with Elizabeth wasn’t quite as disastrous as it might’ve been with anybody else.

“An extravagant French queen.”

“The goal was more fierce ancient warrior goddess attends a ball in her free time.”

“You need your head examined.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“I expect you’re rather more affectionate towards our dear captain, to have captivated him so.”

“Ugh.”

“Then again, perhaps it’s the muttered fieriness that has captured his heart so.”

“Ugh.”

“I heard that the first time.”

“And you’ll hear it again, at this rate.”

“Too right, save your charm for its most fervent applicant.”

Theo then unleashed a third, hearty ugh at her friend – but Elizabeth anticipated it and uttered a matching one in unison at the exact same time, and both of them dissolved into very immature laughter. It was much too difficult to get too annoyed at her friend. Mostly because she seemed to delight in it.

Their looks were not quite matching, but certainly themed alongside one another, and it had all started when Theo gave Elizabeth her gift.

Having never been one for big heartfelt emotional gestures, she felt like her insides were eating themselves as she sat with Elizabeth in the drawing room after dinner. It wasn’t like she never did anything nice for people, she wasn’t a feral animal, but…well. The Irish had a way of doing these things. Usually by offering forth whatever the warm gesture was, along with a (loving) insult and a refusal to make a big deal about it after the fact. That, she suspected, wasn’t the way of things here. And to be honest, she didn’t even consider that fact a bad thing – she certainly wouldn’t judge Elizabeth for being warm and sincere, but she just had little idea of how to respond to it. Maybe it wasn’t even just an Irish thing, maybe it was a product of being raised by a guy, amongst guys.

Combined with the time period disparity, she was left with hopelessly little idea of how to be a woman in the expected manner in these parts. Usually, Elizabeth found that equal parts amusing and charming, likely because Theo didn’t eschew traditionally “girly” stuff. She wasn’t about to stamp her feet at the sight of anything pink and frilly. But the fact remained, that she didn’t want this to be amusing or awkward, or whatever else it was she managed to be here. The last thing she wanted was to put a dampener on this.

So, resisting the strong urge to simply chuck necklace into Elizabeth’s lap and call it a day, she cleared her throat and straightened, taking a sip of her wine in an attempt to appear casual.

“So…I have a present for you,” she began.

Elizabeth’s dark eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement both, one eyebrow arching a little. That was fair. Not because Theo was the ungenerous sort, but because she didn’t exactly have a whole lot to be generous with around here, other than her time. And she had that in spades, which made it lose its lustre a bit.

“I know how much you like my necklace,” she said, reaching up to tug at it where it sat between her collarbones, “and I was half-tempted to just give you it, because it’s the only thing I really can offer, with the way things are right here. Y’know, other than my dazzling personality.”

Huffing a laugh at her remark, Elizabeth’s brow furrowed as she shook her head.

“Theo, I could never accept such a gift-”

“Which was why I didn’t try,” she nodded, “Bit of a crap gift if it just makes you feel bad. But…well. I worked my wiles, and I got a bit of advice, and then I found just the right craftsman for the job.”

Something glimmered in her eyes, and Theo knew then that she’d caught the hint of who exactly had been involved in the making of the necklace.

Presenting the pouch, she pinched the drawstrings between her thumb and forefinger, and then offered it to Elizabeth. Finally, she did a passable job at not appearing as awkward as she felt while she watched her open it, tipping the contents out into her palm. That awkwardness disappeared the moment Elizabeth grinned, and was forgotten entirely when she dragged her into a hug that was more tight than she would’ve thought the younger woman capable of.

If there’d been any small doubt in her mind that she was only pretending to like the necklace – which had been a real fear, given the many fine jewels that she had in her jewellery boxes upstairs – it would’ve been erased by Elizabeth’s sunny disposition in the following days. In fact, whenever they encountered others, servants or friends both, she began each conversation with ‘have you seen what Theodora has given me?’ while Theo flushed under the sheer weight of her enthusiasm.

Yes, she’d done well. She’d have to thank Norrington. Although she suspected he’d have the same dislike for accepting profuse thanks that she did, but that might double the fun. Still, Elizabeth had decided that the necklace should be the focal point of her get-up for the men’s going-away dinner, so no doubt he’d see that, and the hand he’d had in it, as thanks enough – at least once he saw her enthusiasm for it.

“I have to wear silver to accentuate my lovely new necklace, so it only makes sense that you wear gold.”

“My necklace also silver, so shouldn’t we both be wearing that colour?”

“Heavens, no. There’s a fine line that separates what we’re doing, and being a couple of strange old spinsters who wear identical garb and speak in tongues.”

“I already do the latter, depending on who you ask.”

“All the more reason not to partake in the former,” Elizabeth teased. “In any case, that is why you shall borrow one of my necklaces tonight.”

She might’ve disliked being dressed up like a doll, were Elizabeth’s tastes not so damn good. That was the thing with Elizabeth, she never tried to dress her up like her. Everything she flung at her managed to have Theo’s own feel to it, and the garments that did not were artfully styled so that they would once the look was complete. And how many modern women ever had a chance like this? It was like being on a period drama set, without the ordeal of having to learn lines. Fibs about her origins aside…and more concerns over potential lead poisoning. But Elizabeth wasn’t one for powdered faces, however much she was determined to induce a powdered wig fetish in Theo.

Her hair had been wrestled into a voluminous updo, with swooping curls defying gravity pinned up at the back, and one lone crimson ringlet left to fall at her collarbone, ending a good few inches above where the neckline of the gown began.

The necklines here took a bit of getting used to. The way the gowns shoved whatever a woman had in the chest department entirely up, and making even one like herself who was rather un-blessed in the chest suddenly appear busty. Sure, she hadn’t been averse to showing off her figure back home, but it turned out she’d thought the Georgians distinctly less free with that kind of thing than they actually were. For a time that she’d gone into thinking of as very buttoned up, she’d quickly realised how wrong she was when Elizabeth had giggled at her (albeit kindly) for asking if putting so much chest on display wasn’t a bit scandalous.  

It turned out she’d arrived a bit early, if she expected people to faint over the notion of a woman having breasts.

And anyway, the gown was gorgeous. Gleaming gold damask that caught the light of any and every candle in the room, making it appear almost liquid rather than just mere fabric. The sleeves ended with ruffles at her elbows, and there was a minimal amount of bows and frills and lace, so there was no worry that she’d feel like she’d be better suited atop a wedding cake than sitting having drinks with her new friends, and…uh…”friends”.

The sad fact of this impending departure that it was taking half of her allies with it, and Elizabeth had proven the only woman around here who was inclined to take a shine to her. Unless they could start dragging the maids along with them to afternoon tea.

Elizabeth’s gown was similar to hers, although not quite an exact replica. It had more of a floral motif, in shades of silver and dotted here and there with pearls. She looked like some sort of wintry queen when all was said and done – although the coldness of the look ended the moment she smiled. As breathtaking as she was, it was a wonder the other women didn’t hate her and not just Theodora. But in their minds, any positive attributes Elizabeth held were likely just expected. They were correct.

In truth, Theo didn’t envy her. When she met expectations, she’d receive little recognition for it. When Theo showed any fine qualities, it was a pleasant surprise to those inclined to like her, and infuriating for those who did not. The former was nice enough, the latter was funny.

Which made Amelia’s impression of a bulldog chewing a wasp while Elizabeth delighted over her gift during the gathering downright hysterical.

Theo couldn’t tell if the brunette knew she could hear her or not. She stood some ways away, speaking in a little circle with Norrington, Lieutenant Groves, and a handful of other ladies, while Theo mingled with those who had not chosen to snub her. That number was growing, she noted, but there was still something about their smiles that disconcerted her. A tenseness, and an analytical look hidden in their eyes, like they were turning over and over every word she spoke to find some hidden meaning.

She wished them luck with it – for while she had her secrets, there’d be no guessing them for any folk here. It was amidst one of Mrs Spencer’s speeches, during which she listed every fish known to man and whether she liked it or not, and which was the best cooking method if she did, that she caught wind of Amelia’s snide comments, floating airily across the room.

“I confess, she could personally hand me the Crown Jewels and it still would give me no notion of what she’s attempting to say when she speaks, more often than not. It seems a strange consolation prize for Miss Swann.”

Theo stifled an eyeroll, for fear that Mrs Spencer would think she was levelling it at her.

“I find Miss Byrne’s manner of speaking charming. It’s clever,” Groves said, visibly uncaring that Amelia very much did not want to hear that.

“In its own way, no doubt,” she replied boredly.

“No, in the true sense of the term.”

A break in Mrs Spencer’s list (during which she debated whether she preferred crab or lobster) allowed Theo to chime in. Mostly because she couldn’t help herself.

“I’m very beautiful, too �� talk about that next,” Theo called over, leaving no doubt as to the fact that she’d heard every word.

Groves grinned and then laughed, “What was it you said the other day? About an old colleague of your father’s – a lanky fellow? Built like a…”

“Built like the side of a bank note.”

“Yes! That’s the one. I confess, I’ve been laughing at that ever since you said it.”

Beside him, Norrington’s lips thinned, and he gazed down into his wine glass as if in disapproval.

Was Groves being inappropriate, or did he just disagree with his opinion? Considering she couldn’t much imagine the former, that only left the latter. Didn’t it?

“Well, to your discerning ear, Lieutenant,” she offered a smile and raised her glass.

Groves mirrored the gesture, and even Mrs Spencer gave a trickling laugh and sipped from her own, but Amelia scoffed. And Norrington? Norrington took a long drink from his own glass that seemed to have little to do with the toast. All while not looking at her.

At some point as the night wore on, Theo excused herself to seek the night air. It was a cloudy night, which kept the stifling heat of the day trapped down upon them, and with all of the bodies and the revelry inside, it soon grew stifling. The saving grace – out here, at least – was that it had begun to drizzle. It was refreshing, even if it would work a few questionable waves into her carefully primped hair.

That didn’t bother her, though. Everybody here was even drunker than she was, and those who gave a toss about what her hair looked like were those who already searched for reasons to dislike her. They could crack on. Walking quietly over to a stone bench in the middle of the patio, she sank down upon it and breathed deeply. She’d need to sober up a little before going back in. All right, she wasn’t exactly shit-faced – there’d be no risk of her climbing up onto a table and belting out ABBA’s greatest hits – but she didn’t like to be much beyond mildly tipsy around this lot.

Most of this lot.

It wouldn’t do to grow too comfortable, but she was at least pleased to find that the list of those she didn’t feel like she had to be permanently on her complete and total guard around had grown more than she ever could’ve hoped. Elizabeth had been the first to occupy it. Then Governor Swann, even if she was never destined to be the best of friends with him. Then Groves, and now – most surprisingly, and in the biggest U-turn of all – Captain Norrington.

“I see we both had the same idea.”

Norrington’s voice was distinct and instantly recognisable from where it sounded behind her. Maybe she’s summoned him with her thoughts.

“Would I be imposing if I joined you?” he hedged.

“Not at all,” she offered a smile, “but I haven’t got any books on me for us to discuss, so we’ll need to find another way to play nice.”

He offered a low huff of a laugh. “I’m optimistic about our changes.”

To her relief, his earlier questionable mood seemed a thing of the past. As he spoke, she scooted along to the left side of the bench and he took a seat to her right, uncaring for the raindrops that had gathered atop it.

“Mm. We’re the capable sort, I think,” she replied. “Speaking of, I’d ask you if you’re prepared for tomorrow, but I’m worried you’d take it as an insult.”

“Once, from you, perhaps. But no longer.”

Was she mistaken, or was humour creeping into his tone? He continued before she could dwell on it – and this time, he was definitely teasing her.

“I am well prepared, or else I should not be here. Shall you miss me?” he asked drily.

“Mm. If, on a scale from one to ten, one is being delighted to see the back of you and hoping you never return-”

“I rather regret asking now.”

“Let me finish - and if ten is I won’t eat or sleep ‘til he’s back, I’d give you…a solid…seven.”

“Seven?” he seemed surprised.

“And a half. Maybe even an eight, in your warm and fuzzy moments.”

“I’m not sure I have any warm and fuzzy moments.”

“I don’t believe that. You’re not half as scary as you’d have people think.”

“Scary?” he echoed with a snort. “Did you find me so fearsome when we first met?”

“On a scale of one to ten?”

“No. Truly.”

When she realised how sincere his question was, she gave it the thought it deserved before answering.

“Okay, scary was the wrong word. Not just because I don’t frighten that easily.”

He chuckled quietly, “I can believe that.”

“But…intimidating, maybe that’s the word. That’s your job, though, isn’t it?”

“And we did not have the most harmonious of introductions.”

“Memorable, though.”

That earned her another laugh.

“Certainly memorable, yes,” he hesitated then for a moment and then finally asked. “I must ask – do I intimidate you now, still?”

“No,” she admitted. “If I’m being honest, and I’m only being honest because of the Governor’s very good, very strong, wine…I’ve never been so happy to be so wrong about a first impression.”

Before they could linger too long on something that was just a touch too close to sincerity – and before she could overthink the way his entire face seemed to soften in response to her words – she pressed on.

“What about you? Do you still think I’m the mad malevolent influence I appeared to be in the beginning?”

“Mad, perhaps,” he teased drily. “But not malevolent.”

“However…?” she sensed the continuation in his tone.

“However,” he conceded, “I do think there is much you are not telling me.”

“Well. Have to save something for my biography.”

He didn’t appear to find that as amusing as she’d hoped.

“Look…anything I’m not telling you…it can’t harm anybody here. Truly. If it would, I’d leave.”

“I believe that. Once I may not have, but I do now.”

“Good.”

“Could it harm you?”

Theo didn’t respond.

“Miss Byrne- Theodora. You can tell me.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters a great deal!”

“I don’t understand how we got here,” she fretted with a tired laugh, “we were just joking on.”

“We were just about to discuss something frankly, for perhaps the first time.”

“For the first time? What are you talking about, we speak all the time. Are you…are you saying you think I’m usually lying?”

“No, I do not, but we have never gotten anywhere before now.”

The words hit some alarming note deep within her.

“Gotten anywhere? What do you mean gotten anywhere? I don’t…”

Theo trailed off. Because she’d been about to say that she didn’t understand, but as her mind worked through the fog of the alcohol, the heat, and the panic, she suddenly found herself understanding all too well.

Whether her dawning realisation showed on her face, or Norrington could simply guess the natural route her thoughts were taking, she didn’t know – but he quickly tried to intercede.

“Theodora, I did not mean-”

“Have you…” the prospect seemed too ridiculous to be true – to voice – and it had her feeling sick to her stomach, but it was all that made sense, and the panic in his widening eyes only seemed to confirm it.

Because James Norrington did not panic.

“Have you only been speaking to me to try to get somewhere?” she asked. “The books, the lunches, the long conversations…has it…has it all been to get me to lower my guard? Have you just been biding your time, the whole time, hoping I might slip up? And…and what? Admit that I’m secretly a pirate? That I’m here to rob everybody and run?”

“Of course not,” he insisted intently, eyes boring into hers as though force of eye contact alone could force her to believe him. “I said I believe you mean no harm, and I spoke truly. I have come to believe that.”

Theo did not respond. Because there was more he wasn’t saying.

“I…I merely hoped that if you came to trust me, that you might…be willing to reveal whatever it is you have not.”

She felt sick. Physically sick. Or like she’d been punched in the chest. Both at once, really. This whole time. This whole time. Every conversation, every book, every lunch, every joke, every smile…it had never been because he’d just wanted to spend time with her, or even wanted to make things right. He’d been playing the long game.

And sure, she hadn’t thought the sudden U-turn had been a miraculous change in his opinion of her. She thought it had started off as a desire to keep Elizabeth happy by being amicable with her friend, but…but that it had morphed into…

God, she was an idiot. Exactly what she thought it had morphed into, or was morphing into, hadn’t been clear to her until now, upon being shown how wrong she was. Christ, she’d watched three very long movies of the guy mooning over Elizabeth, and she’d really thought that a couple of jokes and a fucking sandwich from her would change that? Even a little bit?

How many of their conversations had he endured rather that enjoyed? Listening to her prattle on the same way she listened to Mrs Spencer, waiting either for her to slip up, or shut up, only presence out of duty? Out of protectiveness towards the Swanns?

How stupid could she get?

Several half-baked words of parting flitted through her mind. Some of them were even vaguely clever. But she had neither the heart nor voice to actually say any of them. So instead, she rose to her feet – though she could hardly feel them beneath her.

“Theodora,” he faltered and tried to reach for her hand, but she yanked it back and took her leave.

Amelia was at the piano when she moved inside. That was good. Not just because she was a fantastic player – which she was – but because Theo knew by now that the night would soon draw to a close. A few more would play, the drinks would be finished, and the guests would trickle out.

While there was nothing she wanted to do more than race upstairs, get into her nightgown and hide from the world beneath the covers, she refused to do that. Not just out of pride, but because she felt numb, bereft, and mortified, all in one. And that was paralysing.

The song drew to a close as she walked in and moved to stand at the side of the room, but Amelia’s dark eyes found her the moment she was finished playing.

“Miss Byrne! You next!”

Norrington returned to the room as she spoke, but Theo didn’t look at him.

“I can’t play,” she said.

“Oh, but you must be able to play something. Anything! We aren’t snobs here,” no, just vipers, “we’ll admire a good effort if nothing else.”

“I agree,” Norrington intoned.

If Amelia looked delighted at that, Theo felt the exact opposite – and she saw her own horror reflected in Elizabeth’s reaction, from where she sat by her father.

“I will take a tu-” the blonde’s attempt to rescue her was interceded by her father.

The Governor, deep in his cups by the flush on his face, chuckled and interrupted Elizabeth.

“Come now, Elizabeth, you’ve already played twice. Give Miss Byrne her chance to shine – I’m sure you know something worthwhile, my girl, and none of us here are renowned composers. It is for novelty only, I assure you! You are among friends.”

He wouldn’t have insisted, had Norrington not encouraged Amelia’s spite.

And she couldn’t refuse, could she? Not now that the man who was housing her had bid it. He’d meant no harm, he had no way of knowing about the wound he was in the process of packing salt into, but Theo felt her nausea increase tenfold.

The drizzle outside had set into her hair and set it askew, and what remained of the damp on her skin and dress both quickly warmed in the head of the room until she felt like she was stepping into a sauna. It was suffocating, and only added to her discomfort.

Walking numbly to the piano felt like being trapped in a nightmare – the sort where you turned up to an exam you hadn’t studied for. Naked. She knew some things. Mostly from pissing about on friends’ keyboards, or from music classes in high school – a decade ago. Nothing compared to what people here knew. And nothing well. Chopsticks, the first two seconds of Für Elise, and the song from the sodding Titanic movie.

The final option was the one she knew the most, but that only spoke for how little she knew the others.

Sitting down at the piano, she didn’t meet Elizabeth’s gaze – because she knew the sympathy she’d see there would crack whatever composure she’d plastered on as she left the gardens. It took a bit of plodding to find the first note she was looking for (the ones in her old music classroom had the keys labelled with stickers and/or sharpie, but there was no such help here), and even that drew a muffled snicker from somewhere behind her.

The rest was no better. Halting and awkward, as she hit wrong notes and either had to muddle through it, or pause and find the right key. At first, she thought nothing could be worse than the silence behind her – because she’d never heard such a large crowd be so, so silent. But then another snicker followed. As well as a few coughs, whether from second-hand embarrassment or as an attempt to disguise yet more laughter.

And she didn’t take herself seriously. Anybody who met her knew that. Back home, this wouldn’t be embarrassing at all. Among friends. How many times had she sat in a friend’s bedroom, a joint between her lips as she muddled through Paint It Black, laughing at her own mistakes and leaning into it before handing the instrument to someone who actually knew what they were doing? But she was not among friends here. The conversation she’d just had proved that to her.

It was all she could think of, and it had her wanting to crawl out of her skin.

She ended after the first verse, utterly unable to bear trying to go on (ironic, considering the song choice), and the Governor began to clap. To give him credit, he wasn’t even being an ass.

“A valiant effort, Miss Byrne! A valiant effort!”

A few murmurs joined in, Groves insisting he should go next – no doubt a kind-hearted attempt to make whatever she’d just tried to play look good in comparison. Theo brushed by him, and then took her leave of the room entirely. That meant going by Norrington, but the night couldn’t get any worse anyway. And if she didn’t leave soon, she’d cry in front of everybody. She refused to do that.

She made it as far as the stairs before he caught up to her.

“Theo- Miss Byrne, I did not mean to-”

Whirling, she found he did indeed look horrified. Apparently his victory had not tasted as sweet as he’d thought. Something about that only made it worse.

“Do you realise, Captain, that every time you’re kind to me, it only lasts so long as it takes my guard to drop, and then you’re cruel again? Then you embarrass me, again?” her voice came perilously close to breaking and she took a moment, inhaled deeply and fixed her eyes at some point above his head rather than at him. “So, at what point do I become the idiot for falling for it?”

“I did not-”

“Just leave me alone. That’s all I ask. Leave me be. You’ll be rid of me soon enough.”

She turned and began to ascend the stairs before he could reply, but he – thankfully – made no move to call after her.

James watched Theodora ascend the stairs in the Governor’s mansion feeling positively nauseous with regret. Not only at what had transpired in the gardens, but at how gloriously his half-baked in-the-moment plan had backfired thereafter.

She was out of sight by the time he was aware of Groves’ approach, his lieutenant moving silently to stand by him.

“May I ask you a question from one man to another, and not as a Lieutenant to his superior?” he asked quietly.

“Fine,” James replied flatly.

“…What was your thought process behind that? Back there in the sitting room?”

The question cut more deeply than any admonishment might’ve.  

#catch the wind #ctw #james/theodora #fallen through time esta-elavaris #ftt #james norrington/oc #james norrington x oc #pirates of the caribbean fanfiction #pirates of the caribbean fanfic #potcfic #james norrington fanfiction #james norrington fanfic

[signedeclipse]

I don't remember if you said it I think I should ask first if you're accepting requests out of your event bUT

I WAS READING YOUR PROMPT LIST AND

"Zenitsu and Kaigaku share the same love interest, Kaigaku finds out Zenitsu and her are dating when they meet again as a demon"

Eclipse dear this has so MUCH angst potential I can't even breathe

Reader would also a demon slayer in training, trying to master thunder breathing with the two boys! THE RIVALRYYY (this giving me obito kakashi and rin vibes)

LOVE TRIANGLES LOVE TRIANGLES

Zenitsu just shitting on Kaigaku bragging to hell about how he got his crush

COULD YOU DO IT COULD YOU? Headcanons would be good! This just seems like it would be a roller-coaster of emotions!

> XOXO bananaberry <

Kaigaku & Zenitsu [X Reader]

In which the two always fought for your hand, but one was eventually chosen.

You were the 'middle child' of sorts

Having been taken in by the former lightning hashira after your original master retired, you were ripe with energy neither were familiar with

The only difference was that you had nearly mastered the breathing, but lacked enough strength and agility to go through the final selection just yet

At first, Kaigaku was unsure of you, since you could do the one move he couldn't along with all others, you could be a threat to his hierarchy

But you spared your position no concern, in fact, you seemed oblivious to the lineup Kaigaku had made around the dojo; strongest to least in his own terms

Most annoyingly was that you were nice to Zenitsu

And rather than training with him, the strongest, you chose to work with the weakling

"He's unpredictable if he doesn't know anything, Kai! I already know everything you can do."

Something about that send him in an angry spiral, and that was when the first flash of jealousy ripped through him

Kaigaku will do anything to get you to talk to him, look at him, train with him, fuck, hes getting desperate over here

You didn't ignore him, but it was frustrating that just like your master, you regarded him and his inferior as equal

Zenitsu appreciated your company, since you spoke to him without the disgust others held, and without the formality his master had when having any conversation with him

And training with you was fun, because you didn't push him too far

You got through final selection a year before Kaigaku, and two before Zenitsu

Even so, between every mission you'd come back and share your growth with the two, telling them all the vital information you learnt through experience

Kaigaku ate everything up, and used it to practise for his, which he easily passed

Zenitsu had a rougher time, finding the stories you told horrifying, and he always worried about your safety

But you sending him off did help him feel loads better, even if only until he actually got there

And from there, both only saw you sparingly

Zenitsu wrote to you the moment he got any of your letters, so you were always in touch

Kaigaku wrote to you only when he defeated a demon, though those letters eventually stopped coming in as of a few months ago, right when you joined Zenitsu and his friends

You went with them to Mount Natagumo, meeting the new boy Inosuke, and eventually to the entertainment district, which you made many fond and dire memories

You were so distracted with every clash meeting its peak, that you hadn't thought of Kaigaku once, not until...

"Why are we stopping, 'Tsu? We need to hurry..."

You were in the infinity castle, being led by crows until they seemingly disappeared

Both of you sensed something, but it didn't feel unfamiliar

"All this time, and I've finally found you, princess!"

The voice was unmistakable, though a tad deeper and distorted than you remembered

Zenitsu never liked him, as much as he respected Kaigaku for his strength, it made sense that he'd become a demon out of his own selfishness

The confrontation is messy, the two clashing while you stood, paralyzed at the idea of harming someone who considered close

"Useless! You're nothing now, you lost your humanity, and the girl you love is mine! So just go to hell already you jerk!"

Now that stopped him too, though his attack continued to crack at Zenitsu's skin

It was then you swooped in to grab onto Zenitsu, holding him dearly, your engagement ring will visible on the hand wrapped around the hilt of your blade

What Kaigaku felt was beyond anger

Nothing but molten rage

Even after you'd both gotten up, throwing attack after attack, his mind was on nothing else

Even after his head had been slices clean off

Even as Zenitsu was saved from the fall and his head laid in your lap like a soft pillow

Even as Yushiro healed the cracks in his skin with you cupping Zenitsu's cheeks in worry

He couldn't stop wondering how the biggest loser he'd ever met took everything from him

Authors Note - Literally been holding onto this prompt forever and was just kicking my feet excitedly waiting for ANYONE to request it so THANK YOU BANANABERRY!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope I pulled this idea to justice,,,,

#zenitsu #zenitsu x reader #kaigaku #kaigaku x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #kny #kny x reader #kny headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #x reader #reader insert #headcanons

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

🔥 when you said, "Neither Wei Wuxian or Jiang Cheng respected the other as another human in equal standing." you meant like WWX didn't see JC as equal in power and talent and that JC didn't see WWX as qual in social status? Could you elaborate on that? I saw someone saying how WWX didn't respect JC but there wasn't a side of why JC didn't respect WWX. Love your account xoxo

Hello, anon.

No, I don't believe Wei Wuxian ever had an issue with talent or power being a factor for respecting anyone. I say they did not respect one another due to their core ideals and morality being so different. Wei Wuxian emphasizes kindness and happiness being something to strive towards to feel content with life and with yourself. You cannot be content in your choices and your own life without simple kindness from others or showing that to others. To not envy others or deny the kindnesses you are granted. Or, to deny another that simply based on who or what they are. To accept what you are given and try to equally grant such kindness's back because of respect.

1:

Wei Wuxian’s own pride when he was seventeen or eighteen had been, in fact, on par with Jiang Cheng’s. He had also been someone with strong spiritual power and exceptional talent. Even when he’d fooled around all day catching fish and shooting birds, and climbing walls and playing pranks at night, he had still been leagues ahead of his fellow disciples who actually studied hard.

But whenever he found himself tossing and turning in the dead of night, unable to sleep and plagued by thoughts of how he’d never again follow the orthodox path to the mountain’s peak, never again display the astounding swordplay that made people’s jaws drop…he would turn his thoughts around with a simple fact. If it had not been for Jiang Fengmian bringing him to Lotus Pier, Wei Wuxian might never have crossed paths with the cultivation world. He would never have been conscious of such a mystical and magnificent realm. He’d merely have been the leader of some homeless street urchins who roamed the streets and fled at the sight of dogs—or perhaps herded cattle and stole vegetables in the countryside, playing his flute and living one day at a time. He’d have had no way of cultivating, let alone a chance to form a golden core.

And at that thought, he’d feel a lot better.

2:

Wei Wuxian, knowing that “for once” was directed at his memory, couldn’t help but smile. “Stop being so peeved about that. I was wrong, okay? Besides, it’s my mom’s fault that I have a bad memory.”

“How so?” Lan Wangji asked.

Wei Wuxian rested his arms on Little Apple’s head and spun Chenqing in one hand.

"My mom once said, ‘You have to remember the good things people have done for you, instead of remembering the bad. A person’s heart shouldn’t be burdened with so many memories. That’s how you live freely.’”

It is Jiang Cheng who does see power and talent as the only way to be happy. To be competitive, to win to be the best, to always be right. He does not exhibit kindness but wants to be given what kindness entails from others and without reciprocity. He views relationships transactionally, to help only if it is based within a debt he deems important enough to honor.

This is a creed that Madam Yu shows as well,

1:

There is not a single day that Wei Ying will rest until he stirs up some kind of trouble! If I had known better, I would’ve forbidden him from leaving and made him stay in Lotus Pier. Would Wen Chao really have dared do anything to the two young masters of the Lan Clan of Gusu and the Jin Clan of Lanling? Even if he had, it would’ve been their own bad luck. Who are you to play the hero?”

2:

Jiang Cheng covered his wound with his hand as he bit out a sarcastic reply. “Wei Wuxian, you’re so selfless. So noble. Despite all the humiliation you’ve suffered, you’ve done every good deed in the world and kept them secret from everyone. How touching! Should I be down on my knees, weeping and thanking you?”

3:

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian grumbled, “I’m not asking you to thank me.”

Jiang Cheng snorted a laugh. “Right. Asking nothing in return for doing a good deed—you’re in a league of your own. Unlike me, of course. No wonder my father always used to say you were the one who really understood the Jiang Clan’s motto, when he was alive. That you were the one who acted as a Jiang should.”

Wei Wuxian interrupted him, unable to listen any longer. “That’s enough.”

“What’s enough?” Jiang Cheng snapped. “It’s enough just because you say so? Yeah, you know best! You’re better than me in every way, whether it be talent or cultivation, intelligence or temperament! You people know it all. I can’t compare. What does that make me, then?!”

Essentially, Wei Wuxian does not allow the tragedy that has befallen him to be what defines him, or allows it to be what he is. It is Kindness that makes life worth it. Jiang Cheng does not understand extending such kindnesses as it is a burden to help and genuinely care for others without vitriol. It is not worth it for him to sacrifice literally or figuratively for someone that is loved by him. All give and no take is what he views the world as and if he gives, it is to be repaid in ten fold. No one can be his equal as no one is worth that aside from his own self.

Jiang Cheng does not even begin to understand his own sect motto until the revelation of the core and how he met kindness (in many ways) with nothing but vitriol and cruelty because he has been to caught up in his own selfishness and viewing kindness as something to earn and take away at will without repercussions to his own life.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #canon jiang cheng #wei wuxian vs jiang cheng

[mrgriffiths]

Hey there! I'm new to the Fandom, and I love love love your blog and all that you share about TIG/Terry Silver. I couldn't help but ask..

What are your thoughts on kk3!terry falling for a beloved that's from Vietnam?

I noticed that you haven't done these types of asks, so I wanted to know your thoughts on it!

You don't have to reply to this, but thank you so much for all that you do!

xoxo

Hi there, anon! Welcome to the Fandom <3

Thank you for your kind words!

I haven't really answered an ask like this, but I'll share my thoughts on it. You're always welcome to send me an ask!

If you're looking for similar content, then @terrence-silver is your blog! They have the best chatacter analysis of Terry and some of TIGs' other characters, too!

And if you're looking for a reader/oc insert stories/one shots for Terry or other TIG characters, then I certainly recommend these awesome blogs for you! @karatekels @virgo-mess @eemcintyre @thedeadsingforme @larussos-left-sock

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- Terry had come a long way from the person he once was during his Vietnam days. He's no longer the skinny, doe-eyed, somewhat innocent kid who came from a rich family all to prove to his father(and himself) that he is a man.

- He had an empire of his own now, dynatix industries, a nuclear waste disposal company that had been handed down to him by his father. He's done plenty of shady things, getting on the cover of the latest magazine and news papers was a regular thing for him. His physique was envied by men who were associated with him even. Perfectly sculpted face and an equally perfect charm to go with it.

- He had a playboy reputation with more money than most in the upper crust society. He's manipulative and will use any tactic he sees fit if needed. Everyone else is below him and he always had a good time toying with people. He's had his time with girls of every race, age , color, you name it. When Terry Silver wants something, he will definitely get it. So when he sets his sites on his beloved for the first time, he isn't bewildered immediately until he finds out more about them.

- If anything he sees them as the enemy at first, a stigma that's been around since the time he's been to Vietnam. He never forgot what happened there. Waking up in cold sweat after seeing his friend killed right infront of him, the bomb blasts and torture they all had gone through. A parting gift of the war.

- his beloved has certainly perked his interests though, whether they're apart of his upper crust society or simply a nobody there's definitely something about them that he can't seem to look past them. Maybe it's their features that is embedded in his head after he first saw them.

- Or it could be their characteristics or personality that's different from every woman he's ever been with. Maybe it's the way they walk, the way they talk, heck maybe it's the way they breathe. Terry will notice everything.

- Terry finds himself looking for beloved all the more. No amount of coke or bedding woman who even looks like them does the trick. He finds himself needing to find out everything about his beloved. He'd immediately thought of hiring an entire team of private investigators to find out every little thing about them. He wants to know their history, who is responsible for bringing his newly formed 'problem' into this world.

- He eventually sets on doing the job by himself. Stalking them, breaking in and entering into their home whilst they're in a deep sleep. He by hearted they're daily routine, he knows when they're in a deep sleep during the late hours of the night. He knows what they eat, what they wear, what hobbies they have, all down to what brand of shampoo they use. He utilizes anything that will help him understand what they are all about.

- He'd sometimes leave something behind in they're home, a dingy apartment unworthy of beloved in his eyes regardless of how well maintainedit is or not. Maybe a hundred dollar bill or even his own semen on their pillows after jerking off on their bed. He'd take something for himself too. Maybe a pair or two of beloved underwear suddenly goes missing.

- After everything he's come to know of beloved with them being none the wiser, he curates a persona of himself that fits all of beloved needs and wants ultimately becoming their dream man before he comes face to face with them again.

- Terry entraps beloved in his web afterwards. He makes sure they're smitten with him and never suspects a thing, giving them everything he knows they want from a partner gaining their trust over a short span of time. Once he's got them where he wants them he would reveal his true self. Ultimately hurting beloved so deeply because they are in fact the enemy. There's a price you have to pay for taking up so much of his time and consuming his mind.

- He thinks he's finally gotten what he wanted after breaking beloved completely but he still isn't able to move past them. It finally dawns upon him that he is in fact in love with beloved and no matter what he tells himself he cannot find anyone to replace them, no amount of coke or people who look like them.

- Terry sets about getting them back this time as himself. No matter where beloved goes he will find them. He will kidnap them if need be in the occasion of them denying everything he's offering them. He will help them see reason in time. He will go to any lengths to make sure beloved remains at his side.

- Stockholm syndrome will be in full swing. He erases the identity beloved once had as no one has the right to so much as know what beloved looks like without his permission. He'd estrange beloved from they're friends and family making them see how he's the only one they need.

- Preparations for the wedding will be in full swing. The wedding of the century. Everyone will know and will be ultimately shocked that playboy Terrence Silver has settled down. The entire world would know months in advance yet they would never see the actual ceremony regardless of the royal standard preparations that's been made. Terry's beloved is for his eyes only.

- The media only gets a single glimpse of beloved and they're rarely seen afterwards. Only when Terry deems it fit at some gala or event. Rest assured, no other woman ever crosses his mind again. He's fully consumed by beloved without them knowing the power they truly have on him. He'd go to any lengths to sure them his devotion too.

- beloved is the only one he'd trust with the truly gruesome parts of his life, through the Vietnam flashbacks where he'd sometimes need to hold them tightly the entire night or sometimes just their presence in the room at a distance. They've seen it all with him including the way he's beloved friend John Kreese had left him when things went down south. Beloved is the only thing that helps keep him grounded.

- Terry eventually starts a legacy of his own with beloved making sure that everything goes as he planned. Nothing is too much or unnecessary for his Silver empire.

Decades later he looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, thinking of how everything had suddenly took a turn in his life that one fateful day he'd set his eyes on beloved. His reflection stares back at him and next to it, ponytail stands with a smile on his face. His long lost war buddy whose personality and traits he's personally taken over as a tribute to his friend.

"You've chosen well twig." , ponytail says and vanishes in the next second leaving Terry smiling faintly at the thought. Letting his now silver colored hair down from its confines, he goes into his bedroom joining his beloved in bed.

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Ahh, I hope I've done this ask justice!

Thank you for sending it in anon!

Much love🤍

#i got an ask! #thomas ian griffith #tig #terry silver #terry silver x beloved #terry silver x reader #kk3 #the karate kid 3 #karate kid iii #tw ; mentions of ptsd #tw ; Stockholm syndrome #tw ; terry is his own warning ⚠️