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Make sure he hears you are taken (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: jealous Pedri, basically he answers your phone to make sure a guy getting too close to you hears how well he fucks you, smut, exhibitionism of some kind I guess, lots of Spanish

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The whole trouble starts with Pedri on his car driving Gavi home after training.

He has been quite busy lately, not having enough attention for you lately so he feels as if he has to make it up to you, taking chance of tomorrow's free day to dine you out then fuck you well into the morning hours.

"Oye, coge mi móvil y llama a y/n, porfa, que quiero confirmar para hoy a la noche" he tells Gavi, the younger boy nodding, unlocking his friend's phone - your birthday the password, and pressing call on your contact, a picture of the two of you, rolling his eyes at how obsessively in love Pedri is. (hey, take my phone and call y/n, please, that I want to check for tonight)

The phone rings twice before your voice sounds on the other side, putting an instant smile on Pedri's face.

"Hola, amor, ¿como estás?" you greet him. (hey love, how are you?)

"Bien bien, solo quería confirmar si todo sigue en pie para hoy a la noche" you hum in agreement, and he grins widely. (good, good, just wanted to check if everything is still good for tonight)

Then he hears it, male voice in the background, your voice responding to whoever it was, Gavi's eyes widen, wanting to know what is about to come down.

"¿Con quien estás, amor?" (who are you with, love?)

You voice is lowered as you speak next "Un pesado de la uni, diciéndome algo de que quería quedar conmigo esta noche" (some loser from college, telling me something about wanting to hang out with me tonight)

Gavi's mouth is wide open as he side eyes his friend.

"¿Es tonto o que?" (is he stupid or what?)

You hum again at your boyfriend's question "Es muy pesado. Pero mejor lo hablamos luego, que no me quiero ni imaginar la cara de Gavi escuchando el chisme" (he is so annoying. But we better talk later I can't even imagine Gavi's face listening to the gossip)

The younger boy scoffs "¡No estoy chismoseando!" (I am not gossiping!)

"Ajá, si claro, haré que me lo creo. Bueno amor, nos vemos luego, te amo" Pedri says it back and indicates Gavi to hang up. (aha, yeah right, I will do as if I believe that. Well love, see you later, love you)

Pedri's knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel.

"Tú sabes que ella ni siquiera mira hacia otro hombre" (you know she doesn't even look another man's way)

"Claro que lo se, pero no sé de qué va ese puto payaso, no es que nuestra relación sea secreta ni nada, todo el mundo sabe que estamos juntos" (of course I know that, what I don't know is what that fucking clown is about, it's not like our relationship is a secret, everyone knows we are together)

"No le des muchas vueltas, tú piensa que simplemente es un gilipollas que ya se cansará" (don't think too much about it, just think that he simply is an asshole that will eventually get tired)

But not even Gavi's unusually rational words can keep Pedri's mind away from whoever that fucking asshole is.

Pedri doesn't let his fleeting thoughts ruin your night together, though, even if his mind is full of jealousy.

You know he is jealous, he might be one of the best footballers out there, but acting is not a talent of his.

His fans go wild at how many stories and pictures he has posted tonight, some of them simply showing you off, one of the two of you kissing, another of the fancy restaurant he has taken you to, all photos accompanied by romantic quotes that almost has your eyes full of tears because of how happy they make you.

You know lay on your comfortable couch, a bottle of wine shared between you as you cuddle into his chest, him placing kisses on your head, both of you just happy with each other's company. He looks down at you with so much love in his eyes, a dumb smile on his face as you ramble about your day, your eyes as full of love as his.

Then your phone dings.

You both ignore it, but the sound repeats, once, twice, thrice.

You sigh, picking up the phone, a frown on your face as you see who the messages' sender is.

"¿Pasa algo?" your boyfriend asks you, his face full of concern. (is something wrong?)

You puff and show him the screen, the name of a boy on the notifications, asking you about what you are doing, telling you you would have had so much more fun with him than with 'that football player you are dating', there is a image attached to that Pedri can only guess is a dick pic, another message telling you all about how hot you are - as if you even needed a reminder of that, and how horny you make him.

"Supongo este es el gilipollas, ¿no?" you nod, he scoffs "Maldito cabron de mierda, ¿de que puto va? Asqueroso" (I suppose this is the idiot, right? Fucking, shitty asshole, what the fuck is he going about? Disgusting)

He drops the phone on the couch, his face hidden behind his hands, you approach him, you head in his neck "Lo siento" (you apologise)

He shakes his head "¿De que te disculpas? No es tu culpa sea un baboso" (what are you apologising for? It's not your fault he is a slob)

"Debería haberte dicho antes que no me dejaba en paz" (I should have told you before that he doesn't stop bothering me)

"No es tu culpa, se que he estado ocupado últimamente" (it's not you fault, I know I have been busy lately)

"No es excusa" you say, then lean forward placing a kiss on his neck "Déjame pagártelo" (it's no excuse. Let me make it up to you)

A handsome smile takes over his face, your mouths meeting in a passionate kiss, he cups your face, the kiss leaving you breathless.

He separates, his kisses going lower and sucking your neck, leaving a mark behind, his hands go lower too, gripping the hem of your dress, pushing it up.

"Venga bonita, dejame quitarte este vestido, dejame verte entera" (come on pretty one, let me take this dress off you, yet me see all of you)

You are left only in your panties, having chosen to not wear a bra tonight, his mouth salivating at the sight of you breasts, the cold air gardening your nipples. He leans forward, making you completely lay down as he showers over you, he kisses both breasts, his hips are grinding into yours, he already has you moaning, your hands buried in his hair, pulling on its strands, making it messy.

You are pulling on his shirt, wanting to see more of him, he kisses your check and takes it off, letting you see his strong upper part, your eyes stuck on the signs of the happy trail leading to the bulge his pants struggle to contain. You mouth attaches to his neck, he now lays on the couch, gazing up at you, getting comfortable as you lips go lower, hands unbuckling his belt, you push his pants down, the same with his underwear, his cock bouncing against his stomach, red tip, the veins looking about to explode, there is precum coming out and his balls look heavy.

"¿No vas a chuparla?" he teasingly asks, you roll your eyes. (are you not going to suck it?)

"Todo un caballero. Ni un por favor ni nada" (such a gentleman. Not even a please)

"Por favor, mi diosa a la que amo más que nada en el mundo, chupame la polla. ¿Así mejor?" (please, my goddess who I love more than anything in this world, suck my dick. Is that better?)

You hum, mouth wide open as you struggle to take him down your throat, your hand stimulating what you can't fit, his head goes back, his hands on your hair as you go up and down.

"Joder, pareces un experta y todo" (shit, you feel like an expert and all)

You let go, hand still working up and down "Mi novio me ha ayudado a practicar" (my boyfriend has helped me practice)

"Joder" he moans, hoarse voice high pitched "Suena a que es muy suertudo" (fuck. He sounds like a lucky man)

You kiss his tip, his heart is about to explode at how cute you look "Yo soy la suertuda" (I am the lucky one)

"Debatible" (debatable)

His hands pull on your hair, making you drop his cock as he once more pushes you to lay on the couch, he hovers over you, lips meeting yours as one hand grasps your cheek, the other reaches down to pull off your panties. Once they are gone, that same hand pushes your legs open, a finger starts teasing your clit, all of this without letting go of your lips.

"Dios, como te quiero" he says as you need a breather, he is looking at you as if you had hung the stars on the sky, in his mind you probably have. (god, I love you so much)

There are only inches in between you as he pushes a finger into you, fucking you with it slowly, you basically moaning into his mouth.

"Tan apretada y solo llevo un dedo. ¿Como se va a sentir cuando sea mi polla la que esté dentro?" (so tight and it's only one finger. How will it feel when it's my cock inside?)

You can't respond, now concentrated on the feeling of two fingers inside of you and another rubbing circles on your clit. Breaking eye contact is not a possibility, his eyes call yours, you can only see him, only the two of you left in a world that could be burning down for all you cared, his lips may be kissing your breasts, but his eyes stay on yours.

That is, until the loud ring of your phone, making you groan as you reach to toss it away. Pedri is faster and picks it up, disgust taking over his expression as he sees who the caller is.

"De verdad, que no se puede ser más subnormal" he is about to hung up, when an idea strucks his mind "¿Qué te parece si le dejamos escuchar lo bien que te follo, amor? Así se le queda bien claro que tú solamente eres mía" (seriously, you can't be more stupid. How about we let him hear how well I fuck you, love? So he can understand that you are only mine)

You think it over for a second, then slowly nod making him grin widely before planting along kiss on your lips and picking up the call, placing the phone right next to your head.

You are sure the guy is talking, but you can't really understand what he is saying - something about it you are there, Pedri is on his knees in between your legs, face on your center as he licks a long stripe up, lips wrapping around your clit, you let out a loud moan that they guy on the other side of the phone surely didn't miss.

Pedri is devouring you as if you were his last meal, there fingers now inside of you pumping in and out restlessly, his mouth doesn't leave your clit until he feels you about to cum by the high pitch on your whines and moans. He lets go, leaving you just about to reach the extasis that you long so much for.

He picks you up and turns you around, on all fours you feel him on your entrance, his tip teasing you.

"Recuerda dejarle bien claro que solo hay una persona que te puede tener así" (remember to make it clear there is only one person that can have you like this)

"Pedri!" you whine when he sticks only his tip inside of you, you are breathless, a whining mess as you hide your face in the pillow your boyfriend made sure to be avaible so you aren't as uncomfy.

"Dios, estas ya así cuando ni siquiera he hecho nada todavía. ¿Como vas a aguantar cuando te esté follando como te mereces?" (god, you are like this without me doing anything still. How will you manage when I fuck you like you deserve?)

His tip does playful taps against you, until finally he is entirely in you in one harsh thrust, a loud moan escaping your mouth and into the phone's microphone.

"¿Eso se sintió bien, amor?" you desperately nod and he laughs. (did that feel good, love?)

The pace of his hips is hard and fast, unforgiving, the noise of skin against skin is loud, not as much as you moans and whines, his groans are lower, hoarser. He leans down, biting into your neck, his strong chest against your back as he desperately ruts into you, heavy balls hitting you, his heat enveloping you.

"Deja que escuche lo bien que te follo, déjale claro de quién eres" (let him hear how well I fuck you, make it clear who you belong to)

"Pedri!" you whine, you are close, about to come as you tighten even more around him, trapping him inside you, your sound get hight pitched, so do his groans.

His hips stutter a bit, his pace faltering as he reaches down to you phone, speaking into it "Payaso, ¿te pensabas te iba a dar el placer de escuchar lo linda que se escucha al correr se para mi? Vete a la mierda, déjala en paz" (clown, did you really think I would let you the pleasure of hearing how pretty she sound when she comes for me? Go to hell, leave her alone)

He hangs up and tosses the phone aside, fully concentrating on you and how good you feel, picking you up and setting you on his lap, moving you up and down, thrusting, harshly into you, one hand playing with your clit, his lips attached to your neck.

"Venga bonita, vente para mi, necesito sentirte a mi alrededor" (come on pretty one, cum for me, I need to feel you around me)

You can't really think straight but nod desperately, cumming at once when you feel his tip kissing your cervix, all his cum filling you up to the brim.

It's not enough, you both know that, and by the time you are done, his cum is seeping out from you and it's early morning hours.

Needless to say, the boy never dares to even look you to the eye again.

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icanseethefuture333 · 9 months

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Glamour Witch 🕯

A guide to confidence, beauty, & self love 🪞🩰🦢🍒💌

How I made glamour magick efficient for me and why working with the goddess Aphrodite shifted my self concept + help me connect to the divine feminine 🕊

First let's do a back story on my relationship with my matron 🌸:

My spiritual awakening happened when I was 17 years old after experiencing the loss of a loved one and coping with past trauma. I went into my adolescence with fear, agony, and poor self esteem. I was very much so a tomboy as a teenager (to this day I still have masculine qualities that I am now proud of and balanced it with my feminine side) but I was so out of touch with what being a "girl" was. I felt really self conscious about not being "woman" enough and had a complicated view on my gender (since I realized I was nonbinary at 14). I became interested in the occult since I grew up in a spiritual household (crystals, manifestation, etc) but never really got to engage with things like tarot or witchcraft because it was considered taboo. I had a reading done one day and I was told that Aphrodite wanted to work with me as my deity. My teenage self was confused by this because I thought - "The goddess of beauty and love wanted to work with me? Well that can't be right." I was expecting something more dark or cool like Hades or Hermes or whatever because that was just my personal style since I dressed very alternatively. I was nervous, but also intrigued. As I begun to pray to her and started doing spellwork - I felt safe, I felt loved, it was like a mother watching over me. I started learning how to do makeup for my ethnic features and became more educated about fashion and what it means to really be a true feminist. I learned to say fuck the binary system and made my own definition of not what just being a "woman" is but also what being "feminine" meant to me, period. You can be whatever you want to be and be beautiful regardless of what your appearance is like. Some days I want to wear snapbacks and sneakers, other times I wanna wear high heels with a flattering dress. I do what makes me feel comfortable and that's nobody's business but mine. Society made us believe that being sensitive, caring, or intuitive - the traits of the divine feminine (which we have in us all) as bad when it's not. There's strength in being soft and delicate. Be gentle towards yourself, my loves.

Embrace your shadow self to manifest your dream life ✨️:

You know what people will never tell you or admit to you on social media? Is that you can be self conscious and still be confident at the same time. Confidence is just being comfortable with yourself and knowing despite what you've been through or are feeling in the moment, it should not hold you back from achieving your fullest potential. Like Megan Thee Stallion said "Bad bitches have bad days too" And it's true! I have my good days and then I have my bad days, but even when I'm doubting or losing my faith, I always get back up by keep going. Why? It's because if I stop then I'm not living. I'm not being grateful for the life I still have while there are people out there battling severe illnesses and don't have much time left. Nobody wants to be candid and only want to portray themselves as perfect, when nobody is. It's a damaging narrative to think you have to be popping on social media and always staying positive. I don't know why being vulnerable is such a stigma these days. Everyone is scared of being hurt, sure, but there is so much power in knowing what you makes you happy and being able to voice what your wants/needs are. You get to live for yourself and not what others want you to be. Not to mention the importance of having the power and ability to set the boundaries your inner child probably never got to have?! I'm so tired of people spreading the belief of that you shouldn't talk about mental health, trauma, or personal fears because it makes you seem "weak" or "easy prey". That is the same tactics abusers use to make their victims stay hushed and makes them not able to stand up for themselves. That way of thinking is victim blaming! If you as a person, feel brave enough to discuss what the fuck is going on in your mind that does not make you a weakling, that makes you strong as hell. They are the weak ones for taking advantage of people who were already suffering. It's time to forgive yourself for your past mistakes and acknowledge what happened, but do not let it control you. You don't have to let go or get over it, it's okay if it's still a wound for you but you can choose to make it better by creating a better future by working with your higher self. Think about who you want to be, how you want to appear, what career you aspire to have, etc. Either write it down, visualize, or make a vision board. Release the old version of you and thank them for helping you survive.

I have been reading the book Mirror Work by Louise Hay and it entails about how the negative things people said or the difficult experiences we had dealt with in our lifetime gets stored in our subconscious mind. When we make jokes that are self depreciating or engage in self degrading behavior, it harms us even more, preventing us from maturing or loving ourselves. Doing shadow work is uncomfortable for everyone but it is a must to process the patterns in your life and learn as to why you become the person you are today. Being aware of your triggers and what makes you tick. Can make you more emotionally intelligent and be able to have a healthier conversation as well as creating lasting positive connections.

Books I recommend for subconscious reprogramming, shadow work, & healing from trauma:

Mirror Work by Louise Hay

"The Courage to" book series by Ichiro Kishimi & Fumitake Koga

Boundaries by Dr. Henry Cloud & Dr. John Townsend

The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle

The Self Confidence Workbook by Barbara Markway & Celia Ampel

Psychology of The Unconscious by Dr. Carl Jung

It Didn't Start With You by Mark Wolynn

You can also find shadow work prompts on pinterest.

Don't just say it, do it! 11 ways to actually practice self care:

Making a goal and actually putting the effort in can be tough for some individuals, especially for those diagnosed with depression. That's why it's important to be patient with yourself and understand that healing is a journey, not a race! A youtuber I have been enjoying and watching lately is the critically acclaimed, thewizardliz: An Iranian woman who gives advice on confidence, discipline, and more! A video that I watched of hers recently was called and bluntly titled: "How to stop being lazy & pathetic". In most of liz's videos she is someone who is tough but is also tender. She explains that when we are procrastinating it's because we are thinking of just the end goal, which scares us and makes us overthink about what to do or how to do it. When really, we can just take small, simple steps at a time to reach towards what we wish yo accomplish, so that way it will feel less intimidating. If you have a essay that's due for example, try to write a few sentences each day, or think about how good it would feel if you were to get a good grade on your paper. Think of it this way - Would you rather slack and be upset you failed? Or would you rather prevent that from happening so you can be proud of what you achieved? Figure out what motivates you as a person and write it down so you can always be reminded of the confident being you wish to become.

Journaling: This is such a crucial hobby that I believe everyone should have. Writing down your thoughts or feelings helps not only increases your intelligence and brain health, but it also helps navigate your feelings better when you are facing a problem. You are able to reflect inward and discover the different parts of your psyche that you never knew you had.

Art: Divine feminine energy embodies the source of creation and life. The same way people with wombs give birth to children, an artist's project can be their beautiful baby. Find what type of art form brings you peace and allows you to express yourself (poetry, songwriting, dancing, painting, woodcarving, etc).

Exercise: I know this is something that some people struggle with (me included 💀) and when people hear that it's like "Ugh, I don't wanna work out! It's too hard!" but just hear me out okay? We have to exercise so our internal organs can stay healthy. When we don't take care of ourselves by not at least taking 15 minutes out of our day by owalking, exercising, or cardio, when there is 24 hours in a day... That is a major neglect to yourself. Just remember that it is a privilege that you still have the ability to move, jump, lift, run, squat, and even more. When there are people who suffer from chronic pain and disabilities that are still making sure to take care of their physical health because they have no other choice. When you think about how you're too "lazy" and you can't do it because of your "laziness", think of those people! Cherish the health that you have before it's too late. You can start by stretching, going for walks, or watching workout videos for beginners on YouTube.

Build a schedule: Having a routine is so important because it helps reduce stress and organizes the task that we have to do throughout our day. Make a sleep schedule for yourself as well. Going to bed late until 3 am in the morning or waking up too early is unsafe and makes you less alert when you are out in the world. So please be careful! Try to at least get 6 hours of sleep a day. Drinking tea, taking a warm bath, or using essential oils can help you fall asleep if you don't like using melatonin.

Cleanliness & Hygiene: It's unfortunate that I have to say this but some people were not taught by their parents on how to be clean. Or how cishet men feel that being hygienic is "gay". That's absurd! Everyone should have a clean house, clean body, and a good hygiene routine. There is no excuse for that. Even when I was depressed I still would get up to brush my teeth or wash my hair because I knew that if I were to ever go too long without taking care of my hygiene I'd have to deal with damaging my teeth, hair, or skin. Everything has a cause and effect when you neglect doing self care and that could also be apart of the reason why you feel so down about your looks is due to that lack of poor hygiene. It doesn't have to be anything extravagant or you need to do a 10 step skincare routine all the time. You can buy beauty products for cheap at off price retail stores and combs, toothbrushes, etc, at the dollar store. All you gotta do is wash your face and shower daily (scrub in between your ass cheeks, please and thank you 💀), brush your teeth at least 3 or more times a day, moisturize with lotions, use a sunscreen (cus nobody got time for skin cancer), apply deodorant, and that's literally it. You can use toners, serums, and skin treatments if you feel like iy but it's not neccessary unless you have specific concerns (acne, wrinkles, etc).

Personal finance 💵: As a Capricorn ♑️, there is nothing more important to me than having my own money. Knowing how to budget and being responsible with your funds is so crucial. You can manifest prosperity and be wealthy, but if you don't know what to do with a million dollars, how could you ever receive it? It is so attractive when someone is wise with their money. I took elective classes in high school for commercial art, marketing, and personal finance so that way I could learn to how to be independent as an adult and not have to "hustle" or live the struggle life. Always take care of your household bills (utilities, repairs, gas for the car, etc.) first and then leave a certain amount for yourself for when you want to have fun, go shopping, etc. Learn about how to make an investment, as well as stocks, because that is another way that you can make a lot of money (and no I don't mean Crypto or NFTs 😭)

Education is key 📚: READ HEAUXS REEEEAD 👓 Make those sapiosexuals quiver with your big sexy brain 🧠. I just feel like in general we need to be knowledgeable about our history and *Jaden Smith voice* the political state of the world right now. Being dismissive and ignorant is a major turn off. You have to be able to know how to communicate in certain settings or talk about certain subjects, or else you're gonna just look and sound dumb. I don't care if you like to read about insects or flowers, just find a topic that interests you.

Boundaries: A simple way to start implementing self care into your daily routine is by being able to say "Yes." Or "No." I know for women it is hard to assert themselves and say no especially when there is a grimy ass man tryna flirt with you (ayoooo shawty 🤓), but for your own protection you gotta do it. When people know you are not stern and you are not able to defend yourself, they take advantage of that. It makes you an easy target. Let's say for a example, you have a overbearing parent that constantly drains and takes from your energy. This parent doesn't respect you and makes you feel bad about yourself because you let them. When they ask you for something, you can just say; "Thank you but I will not be doing that. It would be an inconvenience for me right now because I have to focus on ___" or "I would prefer not to do that because I have to do ___ this week and it's very important". Even if it's not anything actually important, still say no. Another example is if you have a friend that's toxic and is not elevating you in any type of way (mentally, emotionally, or finacially). Then tell them that and cut them off. You are not obligated to stay around anyone who brings you down. Here is a list of ways to set boundaries professionally. Also learn to stop over apologizing here is what you can do instead. Margot Robbie learned to say "Thank you" instead of saying "sorry" because of Barbie.

Meditation 🧘🏽‍♀️: A useful skill in embracing your thoughts, whether they are positive or negative, to help in finding your inner zen. Meditation was something that was tricky for me at first. Most people say to "empty your mind and be still" when meditating and for someone with ADHD, I was like... "Umm, this is boring 💀???" but overtime I tried it a few times again and have grown to appreciate it! I learned that meditation was actually quite helpful for me, especially when I felt burdened with too many tasks, or was dealing racing thoughts. It just really helped me calm down, especially when I was feeling overwhelmed (for people who experience sensory overloads I highly recommend!). I no longer feel ashamed or fearful of when a intrusive thought crosses my mind. I just simply let that thought pass through and go on about my day. The average young adult has over 6,000 thoughts a day, so why would I give something so meaningless power? I am in control of myself and what I react to. For this, it will allow you to do the same.

Spend time with a loved one: I'm sure we all have someone who we consider our comfort person or a special pet that makes us feel calm. Humans are animals, sometimes we need that social interaction to stay sane during troubling times. Make a phone call, text, or plan to meet up with a friend or family member this week. Maybe even step out of your comfort zone and ask an acquaintance out for lunch.

Be brave: Remember what I said about stepping out of your comfort zone? That's right. It's time to stop living life of regrets and live a life of excitement. I want you to think about something you've been really wanting to do lately but haven't pursued it yet because of fear, doubt, or limiting beliefs. Take a deep breath and release it to the universe, your spirit guides, or any deity that you worship. Maybe there is a person you have a crush that you have been wanting to ask out lately or have been wanting to dye your hair a new color but were afraid of how it would turn out. Whatever it is, just have courage to go after what you want for once. For being brave is just about taking a leap of faith, even when you are scared.

How to awaken your inner goddess ✨️:

Loving yourself shouldn't be a chore, it should be a ritual baby 😌! Now for my beginner witches or practioners in closed practices. I know it can be intimidating to start doing deity work. That's why you have to take things slow and go at your own pace. I always recommend starting with doing a cleansing (burning incense, spraying florida water, etc) or a protection spell before doing any other kind of magick. Even though yes, I do worship Aphrodite, it is not neccessary for people to only go to her for a "glow up". There are sooooo many deities who are also gods or goddesses of love, beauty, etc. Naturally, a deity will show you signs that they wish to work with you, so makw sure to be on the look out for that!

Also if you are a woman of color like mwuahhh 😘 then here are a list of deities that also represent love, confidence, beauty, fertility, & creativity in African, Asian, Indigenous, & Pacific Islander religions:

Oshun (closed practice / Yoruba)

Yenaya (closed practice / Yoruba)

Hathor

Bastet

Isis

Astarte

Rati (Hinduism)

Lakshimi (Hinduism)

弁才天 / Benzaiten (Japanese Buddhism)

자청비 / Jacheongbi

仰阿莎 / Yang Asha

Liễu Hạnh

Mayari

Laka

Xochiquetzal

Estsanatlehi

Other deities are:

Apollo, Cupid, Eros, Priapus, Min, Brigid, & Dionyus

There is also ascended masters, saints, archangels, ancestors, & spirit guides that you can connect with. I recommend building a relationship with your ancestors first.

How to talk your deity:

Create an altar for them or a sacred space.

Cleanse the area to avoid interacting with trickster spirits.

Place offerings on the table (make sure to look up what offerings they like!).

Light a candle or burn incense for them.

Write them a letter or pray. You can ask them for help with your specific needs or just talk to them about your day or how you are currently feeling.

BE CONSISTENT! Deities are not one of your little friends, they are gods/goddesses. Show them respect by praying, including them in spellwork, and giving them offerings frequently (they are understanding if you cannot give them food or drinks all the time though if you cannot afford it).

The final boss, The Enchantress 🔮❄️:

"SHADOW MONEY WIZARD GANGGG! We love casting spells 😈"

Alright, alright. I know you guys were reading all this thinking "Bitch where tf is the tutorial??? 😭" BUT WHAT I HAD TO SAY WAS IMPORTANT SO YOU CAN HAVE LONG TERM RESULTS 💀! Here is the moment you've all been waiting forrr 🤭!

101 on Glamour Magick:

The days of the week are connected to the planets.

Friday is a good day for casting love and beauty spells since it's ruler is Venus. While on Monday you can cast spells for healing & enhancing psychic powers, since it's ruler is the Moon. Thursday's ruler is Jupiter so you can cast spells for money and prosperity.

Buy a mirror that is for your special use only (If someone ends up accidently using it it's okay nothing bad will happen to them). Spray it with a window cleaner and wipe it down counter clockwise, say what your intention is for the mirror as you clean it. You can buy any kind of mirror you like (compact mirror, hand held mirror, desktop mirror, etc).

You can use your mirror for scrying or seeing into the future (divination).

When doing your mirror work, look into your eyes, and affirm to yourself. It can be anything you wish to say. Just let it flow naturally. It might feel uncomfortable at first but as you continue to practice it you will feel more confident about it.

Include your deity while affirming. (When I do this, I show appreciation to Aphrodite, and thank her for blessing me with such beauty and grace. Even when in the moment I don't have the results I wish to see, I know it is going to happen because I have faith in her.)

Ask your ancestors what their beauty rituals and regimes were. Doing routines that your ancestors did will create a closer bond with them and also build confidence in your ethnic features.

Items that are represented as love: roses, cinnamon, honey, sugar, vanilla, coriander, basil, chamomile, carnations, tulips, lockets, keys, & hearts

Items that are represented as beauty: cowrie shells, orchids, peony, ribbons, veils, & bows

Items that help enhance intuition: seashells, conch shells, rosemary, lotuses, & feathers

Chinese guashas & jade rollers help reduce stress, tension, and puffiness in your facial muscles. It can also help sculpt your face.

African waistbeads were worn by women under their clothes to help slim their waist and also attract love. Depending on the crystals used, it would also help manifest abundance.

Some beauty crystals used for love, beauty, & intuition are: Rose quartz, jade, pink tourmaline, moonstone, amethyst, selenite, garnet, carnelian, and turquoise.

You can carve sigils or symbols onto your candle, an easy one to use is the venus symbol ♀️.

A list of meanings for the scents of the candle, wax, or deodorizer in your home. Here is the list for incense.

Candles are great to seal your spell jars or use on their own for magick.

A list of different burning sticks you can use (smudging, white sage, and Palo Santo is a closed practice)

The scent of your perfume can be used for seduction or attracting love/popularity.

Soap, shampoo, or conditioner can be used to cleanse your energy.

Ingredients in foods, cleaning, haircare, skincare, or beauty products can have magical properties that you can attract towards you or your home. (I.E: Lavendar for peace & tranquility, Lemon for warding off negative energy, & Vanilla for love)

"The hair theory" trend is a form of glamour magick. Doing your hair differently can create a new persona and change how people perceive you.

Depending on your hair color it can represent the elements.

Your hair texture can symbolize what power you have: Coily hair grows upward and rises towards the sun. When using their awareness, they are highly observant and courageous. Coily hair has the fire element. Curly hair breaks hexes and spiritually protects the mind. Due to it's volume and resemblance to a cloud, it has the air element. People with wavy hair are intuitive, affectionate, and sensitive, their element is water. Straight hair is the most connected to the earth. People with this hair texture can be introverted, dependable, and grounded.

Your hair length signifies your current state of energy.

Short hair is connected to father sky.

Long hair is connected to mother earth.

It is best to cut your hair when you are in need of releasing stress, anguish, and turmoil.

You can set your intentions into the hair that you braid.

Black people can cornrow patterns or symbols onto their scalp for manifestation.

Locs symbolize freedom and wisdom from the ancestors.

Twists can be used for spiritual binding.

Read here for more on hair witchcraft & hair astrology.

Wearing headscarves, hijabs, bonnets, durags, or hats can protect you from the evil eye or if you're an empath, it can protect your energy from being drained in public spaces.

Do not make any physical changes during a Venus retrograde.

Plastic surgery can alter one's identity. It is like putting on a different mask. It can become an addiction to people who feel lost in life. While for others it can give them a new path to start on.

You can paint sigils or symbols for nail art.

The nail shape you have or get done at a salon can correspond to Onychomancy (https://www.tiktok.com/@taisoleil/video/7035737221068082479?_t=8etXLhtR3LH&_r=1)

You can also use yours or other's eyebrows for divination.

Straight eyebrows: someone who is level headed. Round eyebrows: someone who is compassionate with a kind heart. Arched eyebrows: someone who is independent. Thick eyebrows: someone who can be stubborn and goal oriented. Thin eyebrows: someone who is bold and daring. No eyebrows: someone who is a risk taker and can be careless. The unibrow: symbolizes good luck, fertility, & serendipity.

Your eyelashes are for good luck (which is why people make a wish on fallen lashes, they are similar to dandelions).

Different lash styles can be used as a "barricade".

Manga/spiked lashes: makes you appear pure & innocent, can get away with stuff more. Fluffy lashes: depending on the thickness, it can resemble a spider, therefore can cause someone to have a intensive aura. Cat/hybrid lashes: Increase in clairvoyance, see past the 3D, and have the senses of a feline. Natural lashes: The gaze will be comforting and welcoming to others, they can see into your soul.

Your eye color can mean what powers you have for spells. Colored contacts can create a different outcome.

Glasses can be used for insight and enlightenment. While sunglasses or shades, can make you more mysterious/hide your identity.

For those with periods, cycle syncing can help with increasing productivity.

Depending on your body shape, weight, & features it could symbolize your status in society.

In ancient Greece, people who were voluptuous with plump bellies were seen as healthy & rich. It was a sign of being well fed and treated like royalty.

In Africa & Southeast Asia, long necks signify having dignity & elegance.

Being tall could be seen as powerful, while being short could be seen as delicate. If you are average height, you could be seen as harmonious.

Physiognomy is the method of using the face & body for divination. In China, it is a popular method for readings.

Moles, birthmarks, & skin tags are believed to be the sign of being a Witch.

Vitiligo can mean spiritual purification & finding beauty in your imperfections.

It has been said that freckles are kisses from the angels. These people themselves can be described as earth angels or have a closer connection with archangels.

The form of your freckles can symbolize different things. If they form in a straight line, it could mean you are a focused person. If they are scattered, you like to go with the flow in life. If your freckles come and go during the seasons, you like to experience change or excitement often in your life.

Freckles & beauty marks overall show signs of a person having a unique character.

The clothing you wear can have a mystical effect.

Baggy/layered clothing: spiritually protective. Revealing clothing: free spirited & alluring. Patterned clothing: Makes you illusive or hard to decipher. Animal print clothing: embodies the energy of said animal (I.E: Tiger print would make you appear cunning & fierce). Colorful clothing: your spirit will seem more youthful & vivacious.

The shoes you wear can make you walk into new opportunities unexpectedly.

You can keep a piece of paper that has a spell in your shoes for good luck or attracting your desire.

Buying shoes and watches for your romantic partner is bad luck in hoodoo (Shoes can make someone walk out the door and leave forever. While watches can make someone look at the time they have left with you.)

Earrings can help you hear what others say about you or what gossip is going around. (I heard the most compliments the other day while wearing my gold hoops 💫)

A necklace that has a charm or crystal can be used as a tailsmans, amulet, or pendulum.

Wearing rings on which hand or finger could enhance your abilities.

The same way there is money bowls, you can also make love or beauty bowls, or even use your jewelry box.

You can use color magick when doing your makeup or choosing an outfit.

Primer, lotions/moisturizers, body butters, oils, and gels can be used for sigils.

Foundation is for stability and being secure with yourself.

Concealer "cloaks" or "veils" your weaknesses or insecurities.

Contour makes space and structure for your desire.

Eyeliner can be used as a tool. It wards off negative spirits & people with bad intentions.

In ancient Egypt, the use of Kohl represented rank and achievement.

Mascara can be used to give you a different perspective in things or make you more open minded.

Eyeshadow enhances your eyes & brings more depth or dimension. Makes your gaze hypnotic & enticing like a siren's.

Highlighter shines your best qualities.

Bronzer makes your presence more warm & friendly

Blush is for playfulness, youthfulness, flirtation, and vitality.

The lip product you use can speak your desires into fruition. It also make your words sound more beautiful. People will want to listen more because they will feel attracted to your voice.

Lip gloss: makes your intentions "stick" to you. Lipstick: Leaves a "mark" on your target (especially if it's someone you fancy 💋). Lip stain: makes your words have a permanent effect on people, they won't forget you. Flavored lip balms: makes your kisses addicting.

Powder enhances your spell & adds a touch of good luck.

Setting spray finishes the spell.

528 Hz is the frequency of love.

Listening to frequencies, music, & subliminals can attract your desires.

You can make a playlist for your deity or ancestors to channel messages from them.

Here are some celebrities who used mirror work or glamour magick to manifest:

Beyoncé's Renaissance album has themes of having a good self concept, knowing your worth, manifesting self love & abundance.

Marilyn Monroe used visualization & affirmations to manifest her beauty and fame: “I daydreamed chiefly about beauty. I dreamed of myself becoming so beautiful that people would turn to look at me when I passed.”

Michael Jackson would keep sticky notes and a diary full of affirmations in his room by his mirror: “I'm beautiful (4x). I'm gorgeous. [Bad..?] Is for me, who can be against me? I'm beautiful. I'm a new person now. Beautiful, knowing the secret, and determined with fire[?] to move mountains in all I do. Molding my own world. I'm beautiful. The old me is behind. I will much ahead anew. - MJ”

Alexa Demie stated in a interview with Vogue that she would say affirmations in the mirror daily in the morning and it helped her manifest clear skin: “I have beautiful, clear, acne-free, scar-free skin.”

Princess Nokia is a bruja and is well known for her constant change in appearance: “Casting spells with my cousins / I'm the head of this coven / I'm a shapeshifting bitch, you don't know who you loving.”

Thanks so much for reading, I wish you all the best of luck on your journey 🤍🤍🤍

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God loves a trier though, right? | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, G - God loves a trier though, right?

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

Hi, sorry for the wait on this. This is a bit scrappy, not been proofread at all and I'm currently battling a headache while writing this so apologies if it doesn't make much sense, like at all!

I'm overwhelmed by the amount of support on this. It's definitely become one of my favourite things to write!

As always, my asks are open for anyone to drop me any ideas’ on this fic or anything else that people would like to see be written, however, I am only comfortable writing anything platonic though :)

Reader returns from the hospital, which leads to a heart-to-heart with some usual classic teenage sarcasm.

TW: heavy angst and mentions of SH, MH, suicide and death.

"Home sweet home" Leah pulls the car into the driveway and turns off the ignition, turning to look at you.

You fake a smile in the blonde's direction as you tug at the sleeves of your hoodie to fight the urge. "Glad to be home" You speak quietly.

You knew going home wasn't going to be as easy as you thought it would be, the reminder was right there in front of you.

A reminder of what you did, what could have been your end.

Until Leah had walked in and saved you.

You didn't really want to die, the voices on the internet were just too much to deal with.

The hate from the fans. The pressure from the media.

At times, everything can be overwhelming. But, being home makes it easier to regain control of being able to hurt yourself.

If you're being honest, that really does scare you.

The vague memory from that night still haunts you as you walk through the flat, sending a chill up your spine.

"Bubs?" Leah calls out to you, as she watches you freeze as you pass the bathroom.

"Uh, I'm... I'm a bit tired. Think I'm gonna have a nap" You tell her, slowly moving in the direction of your bedroom.

"Alright, I'll go and cook us some dinner. I doubt you've eaten much in the last few days if hospital food is anything to go by huh?" Leah jokes as she presses a light kiss to the top of your head. "Have a good nap, I'll wake you up when it's ready, yeah?" She adds.

Slumping into your own space, you glance around your bedrom and you're glad to see it's exactly how you left it.

You had missed your private space when you was in the hospital and you're just glad enough that the blonde hadn't gone to the extreme measures of removing your bedroom door at least.

"So the girls wanted to come around tonight but I thought it was best to hold off for now" Leah slides the dinner plate in front of you, you can't help but smile when you see it's smiley faces and nuggets.

One of the only things that Leah can actually cook.

You actually missed the small things like that while you were on an extended stay in the hospital.

"Sure" You agree as you reach for the ketchup bottle and squeeze a decent amount on your plate. "I'll be able to see them tomorrow at training, won't I?" You ask.

"Bubs" You can tell Leah is cautious to speak.

"I can train, can't I?" You look directly at the blonde as you await her answer.

Although you have a feeling that you're going to be sitting on the sidelines for a while.

"I have to train, Le! I can't put it off. I've gotta be ready to be selected for the matchday squad!" You insist as you stab your fork into a chicken nugget.

You watch as Leah frowns and hesitates to speak and that confirms your thoughts about it.

"We have a meeting tomorrow with Jonas, Kim, and some of the other staff at the club to discuss things--" Leah begins to explain, starting to eat her own dinner.

"I'm being sidelined?!" You interject in disbelief.

Leah shakes her head as she swallows her food before she speaks. "I didn't say that, Y/N" She states.

You can't help but scoff. "But you sort of did. I can't be sat on the bench-- I can't do it!" You try to insist. "I... I need some kind of purpose. I need a reason to get up in the morning!" You fight back the tears that threaten to spill.

You have to play. You have to be able to do that. You can't have that taken away from you.

"Bubs, let's just see what is said tomorrow. Okay?" Leah frowns and tries to take hold of your hand as you snatch it back.

"I have to be on the pitch, Leah. I can't be sidelined. I... I just can't do it" You state as you push your chair back and bolt up from the table.

"Where are you going?" Leah asks, confused.

"I need to get out. I'm going for a walk, or is that not allowed now?" You sneer as you move to walk over to the coat rack and grab one of your jackets.

"I'll come with you" Leah stands up from the table.

You huff and roll your eyes. "I don't need to be monitored. I want to be alone" You all but plead with her.

"I... I can't let you do that. You know I can't" Leah shakes her head in disagreement. "So we either go for a walk together, or we don't go at all" She states sternly.

"Guess we're both going then, wonderful" You mumble sarcastically and shove a pair of trainers on.

"It's cold out here this evening" Leah mumbles as she tries to pull her jacket more around to try and get warm, you decide to take a walk alongside the canal not too far away from the flat as you always thought clearer when you were near water.

"You didn't have to come with me" You mutter as you keep your hands shoved in your pockets.

You'd never been too much of a fan of the cold, but you just needed an escape as you felt like the walls were caving in around you being inside the flat.

"You know that I did" Leah replies quietly, exhaling a sigh.

"Oh yeah, of course, that's cos' I'm on suicide watch, right?" You can't help but joke with the blonde.

Leah tenses up at the mention of the subject that's joked about so casually as the two of you walk alongside the canal.

The blonde can't help but try and reach for your bicep to try and pull you away from being too near to the edge of the water.

"You can relax a bit Le, I'm not gonna try and off myself again" You continue to crack jokes about death like you're talking about the weather. "Although jumping into the water seems like a great idea" You add.

The blonde clicks her tongue. "I wish you wouldn't say things like that sometimes" She states in disagreement as she hesitantly looks at the water, trying to pull you back from the edge.

"It's the easier coping method" You quietly admit as you shrug your shoulders as you linger dangerously close to the edge of the water. "How deep do you think it is?" You ask, looking in the direction of the blonde.

"Come away from the water" Leah tries to pull you away from the edge again.

"Why? Afraid I'll actually jump in" You fire back as you can't help but laugh slightly. "You know I can swim, right?" You ask her.

"I know you can swim, but..." Leah looks nervous as she eyes your every move.

"But you think I'd rather try and purposely drown instead?" You wonder, already knowing her answer.

Leah shakes her head and exhales a sigh. "Y/N" She states in a knowing tone of voice that you knew all too well.

"The pressure is too much sometimes, the media... They can be ruthless" You admit quietly, looking back out to the water in front of you.

"I know" Leah replies just as quiet, waiting for you to speak again.

You tug at the sleeves of your hoodie and bite your bottom lip. "It's all too much sometimes. Sometimes I think the world is against me" You tell her, honestly.

"Bubs..." Leah starts to speak.

"Why were you and Katie fighting when I was in the hospital?" You change the subject, refusing to let your vulnerability show.

Leah exhales another sigh. "It's complicated" She says.

"Bullshit" You can't help but scoff and roll your eyes.

"Language" The blonde scolds.

"Well, why aren't you?" You repeat the question, wanting to know the answer.

"Well, adults have disagreements sometimes" Leah states, looking out to the water.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "C'mon Le, I'm a not naive kid-- Why're you not getting along?" You feel like you're constantly repeating yourself right now.

Leah exhales a sigh and hesitates to speak. "She just thinks that my decision was wrong, to allow the doctors to detain you in the hospital" She explains.

"I know that. You guys were literally fighting about it right in front of me" You remind her with the usual teenage cocky attitude you have.

"She thinks you should've been at home instead, with all of us watching out for you" The blonde defender continues to explain. "But Y/N... I don't know how I can keep you safe when you're at home. You joke about death so casually, I'm so scared that I am going to have to leave you alone, that when I come home, I'll find you lying dead on the floor in a pool of your own blood. At... At least this way when you were in the hospital, I knew you were safe and you couldn't hurt yourself" She confesses the truth.

The truth that leaves an eerie silence.

"I knew you were safe and you couldn't hurt yourself" Her words were like a continuous loop in your head.

Her confession hits you suddenly, leaving you feeling numb.

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Pool Boy (4) | Hueningkai

Huening Kai - TXT

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.5k o=o

Pairing: Hueningkai x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Unspecified, he calls her Noona), Pet Names (she calls him precious), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! & M! Receiving), Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Summary: Losing the chance of closing up the pool for the night, you take advantage of your car being the only one in the park lot… Some plot is there, but it so doesn’t matter.

Author's Note: This originally was going to be part of a really long series with a lot of plot, but it was taking too long and I was putting too much plot, more than I had initially planned. Because of that, I cut nearly all plot out and it's still four-thousands words of just fucking so…

PS. Hyuka is my bias~

None of the parts are reliant on the others, there is just a version for each boy.

-> Yeonjun <-

-> Taehyun <-

-> Soobin <-

-> Beomgyu <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"You're so freaking cute…" You muttered and his head shot up to gape at you.

"What?"

"I-," You were about to take a bite and pretend you didn't say anything. You had been flirting with Hyuka for a few days now, but it seemed he wasn't picking up what you were putting down. Maybe you were wrong because he put his sandwich down and got up from the stool. Wondering what he was doing, you set your fork down. He came closer and you tried to stay relaxed when he went to stand between your legs. He was big, leaning over you, thick thighs, and broad shoulders. His face was so freaking sweet, a stark comparison. Kai leaned forward and you let him do what he wanted. A small kiss pressed to your cheek, then another at the corner of your mouth. You smiled at the gentleness, his big hands coming to cup your jaw softly. Right before he could finally press his lips to yours-

"Uh?" Someone cleared their throat at the front office entrance, and he pulled back aggressively. The coworker smiled, her eyes mischievous.

"I won't tell but keep an eye out." She winked and left.

"Don't worry about it Hyuka." You got off the stool, laying your hand on his shoulder. When his eyes went back to you, they softened back to what you normally saw, the fear gone. You smiled, bringing your hands to play with his hair, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck. His hands came to your waist, and he turned pink when your breasts squished into him. Hyuka nuzzled your ear, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"Can we eat?" he muttered, and you laughed and nodded, pulling back. Before he let go, he laid another soft peck to your forehead. You talked about random things, mostly the weird things his friends do, as you ate. Not too soon after you both finished, guests started to come again after the lunch break. While you were helping a group of high school girls get some passes, they were giggling and flirting with Hyuka. Of course they were, look at him. You didn't know though if he was that clueless about flirting or if he was remaining professional.

"Is he your boyfriend?" one of them asked you quietly as you slipped the bracelet on her.

"No. But he is too old for you." You assured her. She was probably fifteen, sixteen at the most. She clicked her tongue, nodding as she resolved that fact to herself. They giggled and waved as they entered the pool, and he sat down with a sigh.

"Do you have girls flirt with you a lot?" you asked him, and he shook his head, looking tired.

"Not really. Normally I'm with my hyungs, so they get more of the attention. I'm a lot shyer in comparison so…"

"Well, their loss is my gain." You went to him that time, standing between his legs. Since he was sitting, you were eye level like this. Huffing in surprise, he had wrapped his arms around you boldly, pulling you closer to him. His hands were still respectful, sitting around your lower ribs, and they shook a bit. Hyuka wasn't used to being more forward, but he felt more confident with you. He took the slight pink on your cheeks as a good sign, hugging you even closer and resting his head in the crook of your neck. The boy just held you like that and you wanted to cry at how cute he was. Car doors shutting pulled you both back to reality and you had to separate so you could assist more patrons. As the shift went on, you both exchanged little displays of affection. The sweetest one was when you were both sitting there, looking at your phones quietly, he pulled his stool to be right next to you instead of across. His head rested on your shoulder, and you cooed, kissing the crown of his head. A bit later you were standing at the register, counting through change.

"Hi, noona." Hyuka wrapped his arms around you once again, hugging you from behind. He rested his cheek on your head, one of his hands going to your tummy. You smiled giddily, pressing your lips together to try and hide it, his hand rubbing circles over your stomach. The move was so sweet, but your stomach was sensitive, and when his hand rested over your belly button, you had to shift. The lower stomach wasn't a traditional erogenous zone, but it was for you. Also, being completely surrounded by his warmth, he also smelled really good, it was hard to not get excited. He pressed closer and your cunt clenched the fabric of your panties sticking to your folds. Glancing at the time, you grumbled, not wanting to wait two more hours for closing.

"Hyuka." you prompted, and he hummed sleepily.

"I need you to let go or I'm going to burst." you whispered, and he startled, pulling away.

"Sorry!" He backed up and you smiled.

"I'll be right back!" You promised, scurrying off to the bathroom. He probably assumed you met your bladder, so you took the chance. You smiled at some patrons as you walked past them to get to the private stall. The bathroom in the back office was probably open, but you weren't for sure and needed to cool off immediately. Shutting the door, you locked it, going to the sink, you splashed cold water on your face. You sighed, grabbing some paper towels, and drying your face. Letting out another more aggressive sigh, you glared at yourself in the mirror.

"Two more hours." You nodded, determined. Going back out you tried to keep your mind on other things but made no move to prevent Hyuka's skinship. You had learned that's what they called it, and you loved the term.

"I'll lock up." One of your coworkers nodded at you in passing and you shook your head.

"Its fine, I can do it!" You insisted, it was normally what you did anyway.

"Just go." He insisted and you huffed in annoyance.

"It's fine, noona." Hyuka whispered and you looked at him. He nodded, trying to convey something unspoken through his look. You nodded, almost disappointed. Was he just going to give up and leave you for the night, try again later? Sneaking past the guy, you gathered your things and met Hyuka at the door.

"Bye." You called to him hastily, and you both scurried to leave. Not glancing back, you heard him pull the shutter for the front counter closed, heading for your car. You parked in the very back of the parking lot, so you didn't hog access for the pool customers. You were even able to park near a tree that kind of shaded your car from the blazing sun. Said sun was starting to set and you stopped at the vehicle, turning to the boy. That was when you got an idea.

"Get in. The back." you told him, and he did so without question or hesitation. Getting in the front yourself, you started the car and cranked the air conditioning, it was hot as balls in the car. Glancing back to the pool shelter, you figured it was far enough away, so you scurried back out and joined Hyuka in the back.

"This okay?" You made sure with him, and he nodded, a bit red.

"If you are." He leaned in slowly and you giggled.

"Of course-" His lips met yours. It started slow; you could tell he was unsure. You weren't sure why though; he was doing very well. You moaned softly to let him know. Smiling against his lips, his hand went to your neck and pulled you even closer. Barely pulling back, still brushing his soft lips over your chapped ones, you breathed harder. Finally kissing you again, it was even more intense than before, and when he sighed you took the chance to sneak your tongue into his mouth. Perfectly content to take the reins, you didn't expect him to fight back against you. His tongue wrapped around yours deftly, and he tipped your head the opposite of his to deepen it further. You barely separated to suck in more air, then went back in. You had no idea how long you two made out, eventually you ended up straddling his lap, hands messing his hair. Despite the heat of the act, his hands stayed on your waist, the furthest down they went was to loop his fingers through your belt loops. Your shorts were high waisted as well, but you wanted him to go lower. Running the tip of your tongue over his teeth, tasting his whole mouth, your hands brushed over his, moving them down. He whined a tad when you pressed, but eagerly shoved his hands in your back pockets, and dug his fingers in. You keened, the strength there as well as his taste and warmth made your head swim. The cold blast of air at your back did nothing to cool you off and you whimpered when his lips left yours. Both of your lips were swollen and red, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths still.

"What do you want to do next, precious?" You both were panting.

"Turn around?" His voice was softer than normal, tinged with nerves still, as if he hadn't just tried to swallow your tongue. You nodded with a hum, doing so, and settling in his lap. You felt his hardened cock straining against his jeans at your back, but you just laid on him, wanting him to do what he wished. One arm wrapped around your middle, his hand once against resting on your stomach. The other was shaking a bit, but he brought it to the front of your shorts. He pressed two fingers right above your clit and you moaned a bit. When his fingers slid down slightly, hitting your nub, you flinched hard, moaning again.

"You're wet." He observed quietly and you weren't too surprised. Even with the barrier of your panties and the denim of your pants, he could still feel it.

"Can I?"

"Do whatever, precious." You ensured and you could hear him swallow. He fiddled with the button but was able to get it open with one hand, and he pulled the zipper down. His hands were warm as the ones on your tummy snuck under your shirt to rub the soft skin of your belly. The other buried into your panties so he could stroke his index and middle finger through your cunt. You whined and he marveled at the slick pouring from your core.

"Noona~" He cooed, his nose brushing at the back of your ear.

"There." you told him when the pad of his finger hit your clit. It seemed he was more knowledgeable than you first estimated. You sighed as he didn't even hesitate to bury his long finger into your cunt, his thumb circling your clit. Your body twitched and your head rolled back to rest on his shoulder. You were so wound up, even just his slight touches made you shiver. A second finger joined his first and he scissored them against your fluttering walls.

"Here?" He made sure, one finger pressing against the rough patch in your cunt, and you nodded, gasping. The pressure increased and he rubbed and wiggled his fingers inside you. His palm brushed over your clit, and he played you like a guitar. You made noises as well, whining and moaning, panting, and sighing.

"H-Hyuka!" It was like you couldn't breathe, your orgasm approaching so fast. Normally just fingers couldn't make you feel that way, so either he was really that good or you were just that horny.

"Cum, noona." His voice lowered, right in your ear, and you obeyed. His eyes widened as your cunt clenched his fingers, he didn't think you could get any tighter. He desperately wanted to know how you would feel around his cock. Though, he was worried he wouldn’t last too long. As the waves calmed down, he kissed over your neck and once you were done twitching, he pulled his hand away. He marveled at the shine and amount of your release, and you watched him bring his hand to his mouth, flicking his tongue to taste. Kai groaned and immediately swallowed both fingers to suck your juice from them.

"Fuck…" he whispered and you chuckled a bit.

"Can I…?" His voice was still quiet, but it was more confident. You let him direct your movement into the place where he wanted you. Luckily, you were quite small, and your car was spacious, so when he laid you on the center console, the seats were able to slot in the dip of your waist. Not tightly, they held you somewhat in place, and at least the console was padded. You had him pass a blanket you kept in the back seat, and you rolled it, resting your head on it by the radio controls. It was more comfortable than you thought it would be. His hands were still shaking some, but they acted fast, completely undoing your pants, and helping you remove them. He swallowed hard before you led him to remove your panties as well. When the younger man could finally see your bare cunt, shining with your arousal, he groaned.

Large and strong hands gripped your hips and you yiped when he shoved you further back, the blanket preventing you from hitting your head. Unfortunately for him being so tall, he still had to bend a bit uncomfortably, but your whole body twitched when his tongue flicked over your clit. You were glad the A/C was blowing straight on you, because he dove back in, licking over your cunt once then shoving his whole tongue inside. His nose brushed against your clit perfectly and his strong hands held your thighs apart, your muscles twitching under his grip. He placed his hands carefully on your thighs, not wanting to hurt you, just to hold them still. You would have preferred him to be rougher, but in the moment, you were too focused on his mouth on you. Wanting to whimper in protest when his tongue left your core, it instead swirled your button, and his two fingers went back in. You sighed and swore slightly when he pressed against your spot hard, smirking at your little flinch. He was gaining confidence the more you moaned and mewled, so you exaggerated just a tad. More so you didn't hide it any. A car door slammed and you both startled, he pulled away and you sat up to look out the window. It was the coworker getting into his car that you hoped was far enough away that he couldn't see. He was a good distance away, the sound had just echoed through the empty lot. He also didn't need to drive past to leave. Still, you both waited to make sure, and once he was gone, you rested back.

"I'm sorry, noona. I can't wait." He pulled his fingers out and helped you sit up. Smiling, you removed your top and let him pull you back to his lap. Trying not to laugh, he was struggling to undo your bra, so you reached around back to help.

"Fuck." Hearing his soft voice swear like that was cuter than anything, but the look on his face was anything but cute. Kai brought you back down to his lips and your hands met his on the button to his jeans. You gasped a bit when your hands reached in to pull his cock out. Whatever he was getting fed didn't just make his body big. Groaning, his hands gripped your bare ass, hauling you to grind your slick cunt on his dick. You both sighed at the feeling.

"Have you done this before, precious?" you asked him. He was a bit embarrassed that you were just starting at his cock like that, enthralled.

"Um…no. Just, um, touching…" He drifted off.

"You want my pussy or my mouth first?" you asked next, kissing his cheek, then jaw, and down his neck, your hands creeping under his shirt. When you pulled back aggressively, he was a bit shocked, but your hands were rapidly trying to get his shirt off. You let out a groan as he let you rip the garment off. Why the hell was he hiding his body when it looked like that? Not as harshly defined as some others, there was clearly muscle there. He blushed, goosebumps rising on his skin as your soft and small hands wandered his torso.

"Noona?" His voice was rougher than before, and when your eyes met his, they were sharper than before. Not overly so, but he looked more determined.

"Oh, uh-"

"I want your pussy, then I want your mouth." He couldn't meet your eye, trying to stay confident and bold. Instead, his eyes ran over your naked form.

"If that's what you want, precious." You smiled and nearly yelped when he easily lifted you, his mouth sealing around your nipple and the tip of his cock prodding your cunt. He groaned at the wet heat on him, his mouth sucking on your peak. While his mouth on your tits felt good, you needed him to split you open, and you knew he would. Slowly you began to sink down, and your breath hitched at the stretch. Even with how wet you were from the orgasm you had on his fingers, he was just that big and seared through you with a pleasant burn.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You repeated, your eyes clenching shut. You tried to relax, knowing that he hadn't done this before, and you didn't want him to cum right away. More for his pride than your pleasure. Considering you had already came, you shouldn't have been so close, but his fat cock felt so good. You DEFINITELY would need a new vibrator, if one would ever work again. Hyuka's shoulders were shaking a bit at the vice of your cunt. His arms held you tight, helping you sheathe his dick inside you, and he was worried you were hurting.

"Is it too much?" he asked, and you shook your head.

"Fuck, no, it’s too good." You panted, resting your now sweaty forehead in the crook of his neck. He was relieved by this and when he finally bottomed out, you both shuddered. It was hard for him to not start pumping his hips up into you, and you were glad, needing to get used to him more. He couldn't believe how wet you were, it seemed you slicked up easier and more so than normal. Not that either of you were complaining.

"H-Hyuka~" You moaning his name was enough to make his head swim.

"Noona, (Y/N), I can't hold back-" He grunted, and you shivered, but nodded your head.

"Okay, you can." You wanted to sit up and move your hips yourself, but you suddenly had no strength. Not only was your body not working, neither was your brain. You were even about to repeatedly thank Kai for rearranging your guts, and that was before he had even moved.

"Fuck-" He groaned, and his hips jumped, his arms helping you bounce as well. Immediately you threw your head back, your back arched and you fell apart again. He grunted as you squeezed him even tighter, but he kept going. You keened as he pounded through your orgasm, which seemed to last for hours. Your nails had dug into the skin of his shoulders and chest, and he was gripping bruises into your hips. Having no strength, you slumped to lay on him.

"Hold on…" He tried to slow down, and he adjusted you to sit up, before laying you back down onto the center console. Your head found the blanket there still and he was able to sit up more. His cock almost left you when he adjusted himself, his knee finding the floor of your car and the other was up on the seat. When he got the right leverage, he gave a full thrust and you nearly screamed. Your car was most likely visibly shaking as he blew your back out. He smiled smugly as your eyes, unfocused, stared at nothing, your hands loosely holding on to the lip of your dashboard. Every time he pulled back you whimpered, and each thrust back in made you yipe. So as to avoid bruising your thighs, he gripped right under your knees. The younger man was more aware of your surroundings than you and he was proud at how much he made the vehicle shake. There was so much wet dripping from your cunt it was making a mess of your back seat and the front of his pants. He had felt you clench around him several times; pretty sure they were small orgasms he just kept plowing through. Both of you were surprised at his endurance and his eyes flashed to the clock of your radio. Most men couldn't last nearly as long, let alone those so inexperienced. It helped that he focused more on your expressions and body's reactions than the sensations wracking through him.

"Ah~ (Y/N), can I come inside?" He had a feeling you would say yes, but he had to make sure.

"Plea~se!" You mewled and he was shocked by how aroused he was by the tears flowing over your cheeks as well as the whining tone your voice had adopted.

"Ah, noona!" He groaned, clenching his jaw tight and gave another hard thrust, then spilled inside of you. The heat flowing inside of you triggered a much stronger orgasm from you. Hyuka furrowed his brow, feeling a bit guilty as your squirting cunt and his cum overflowing out of you messed your car even further. He was even a bit shocked at the amount he pumped you with, but also wondered how much of the thick liquid was from you. You were both panting as the waves died, you looked so tired, but he was still hard. He hadn't pulled out, but your sanity was returning.

"My mouth next?" He almost didn't catch your breathy question, but he nodded.

"Sit back." You instructed and he did so. Leaning over the driver’s seat from where you were on the center console, you were able to press the lever under the seat and it shot all the way up to the steering wheel. This left a nice big space in front of him, and you shakily sat up. He huffed a laugh and helped you as you kneeled before him. While he didn't understand why you moaned as your lips sealed around the head of his dick, he sighed at the feeling. It was definitely different than your cunt, but it was just as hot and wet. Your hands wrapped around the base of his cock and your jaw protested as you got the whole tip inside. The taste of his cum mixed with yours was intoxicating and he saw for himself just how much you liked to swallow cock. His breathing picked up, but he could hold back his moans, watching his dick bury deeper into your mouth. He finally couldn't hold back his noises anymore when you kept descending even after the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

"N-noona~" His head flopped back onto the headrest; your throat fluttered when you gagged a bit. Your own breath was harsh through your nose, bobbing your head, sucking, and licking what you could and stroking the rest. Even if he wanted to fuck your face, it would be too hard in the car, so you decided next time. He would have to be gentler though than when he was railing you into the center console. Another whine vibrated around his dick and his hands came to your hair, not pushing or pulling, just running through the soft strands.

"You're so good." He praised softly and you hummed back. His brow furrowed, his hips jumping up a bit, he was close. You couldn't wait to swallow his cum, you weren't sure if he tasted good because your brain was mush or if it really just did. Later you would joke that just proved how sweet he was.

"Can I cum down your throat?" He grunted, trying to hold back. When your big teary eyes met his, he gasped, and you buried him as deep as you could get him. Swallowing over and over, he gave you more than even when he came inside your cunt. Even when you had to pull off for air, little droplets rolled down the shaft of his cock. Needing to swallow a few extra times, you finally cleaned him off with your tongue. He was slowly getting softer and looked around your car.

"Noona?"

"Sticky~" You got out, reaching behind you to the cup holder. The water in the plastic bottle was hot from the sun, but at least it helped.

"Are you okay?" he asked, sounding nearly panicked. Your face was red and blotchy, sweat flowing from your temple. Your bare chest heaved still; he reached a hand to wipe the tears off your face with his thumbs.

"Never better." You cooed, giving him a wink. Sitting up higher on your knees, you kissed his cheek, and he sighed in relief.

"I didn't hurt you?"

"No, precious. You did so good~" You assured, and he let out a slightly bashful laugh.

"I did?" He chuckled and he was so freaking cute despite what he just did.

"Think you dislodged a kidney." You joked, rubbing your side and his face fell.

"I'm joking!" You laughed and he sighed, laughing himself.

"Let me get dressed and I'll drive you home." You patted his thigh still covered by his pants. That's when you saw the drying stain of your release and his on his pants.

"Oh, jeez." You cringed and he waved it off.

"I can tie my sweatshirt around my waist." he told you, grabbing his bag.

"Um, but…" You followed his eyes to the much bigger stain and globs on the floor of your car. Not having leather seats was not great for that kind of situation. You scoffed at the mess, realizing you would need your roommates help to clean it most likely. You grabbed his shirt, looking it over to make sure it wasn't messy, then he put it back on. Carefully, you got dressed yourself, trying to hide out of view despite no one being around. Adjusting the A/C, you rolled the windows down as you pulled out of the parking lot to air the car out. When you pulled up in front of his apartment building, you kissed him cheek and whispered, "thanks for fucking me in my car." You teased and his face bloomed red, before he was able to give you a cocky smirk.

"Of course, noona. I'll be sure to do it again."

-> Yeonjun <-

-> Taehyun <-

-> Soobin <-

-> Beomgyu <-

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silantryoo · 1 year

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BONUS [ RP STONT ] — epilogue, after three months (pt. 2)

WARNINGS ; n/a

y/n loved being around minji.

the two had been dating for a decent amount of time (though both hyein and eunchae were insistent that those months they spent 'fake dating' should've counted). things were different, but the same. minji's schedule became packed with comebacks and brand deals, and with the preparation of le sserafim's upcoming world tour, y/n barely had time to even see the younger girl. but even though they rarely saw one another, they would always find a way to talk, even if that meant spending some of their entire off days with each other.

(y/n had her own drawer in the newjeans' dorm, and minji vice-versa.)

it was difficult, but they knew at the end of the day, they would be there for each other.

y/n opened the door, her girlfriend on her phone as hanni shouted from the living room, telling the girl to put her shoes away properly.

"minji." the older girl rushed to close the door, throwing her jacket on the floor as she jumped on top of her girlfriend.

minji grunted at the impact, her arms wrapping around the older girl. y/n sighed happily, feeling the warmth of minji against her tired body as the latter kissed the crown of her head.

"did you hear?" y/n hummed, looking up at minji smiling down at her.

"yeah, i did." minji stroked y/n's hair out of her face. "at least we don't have to worry about sneaking around anymore."

"but it was so fun!"

minji shook her head, thinking about the many close calls where dispatch nearly caught the two on a real date. "it was stressful."

y/n squinted her eyes, smiling teasingly. "that's not very fearless of you."

minji rolled her eyes. "you're so annoying."

"and you still love me," y/n kissed minji lightly, earning a hum from the other girl. "so who's the loser here?"

i am, minji thought to herself, i'm a coward.

she swallowed back her nerves. although it was no doubt that the younger girl did, in fact, love y/n deeply, there was something so scary about admitting it to her. it was nothing like telling the other girl how she felt back then. love was vulnerable, and raw, almost as if minji was letting y/n see into her soul.

if minji could just muster the courage to tell the older girl, she would.

"i love you too." y/n whispered.

minji's mind went blank.

"what?"

minji looked at her, y/n's eyes sparkling just like their anniversary back then. she wished that she could stop time to look at her girlfriend like this a little longer.

"you don't have to say it back, by the way." y/n sighed, resting her head against minji's shoulder, listening to her heartbeat. "i know how hard it is to come to terms with it. it took me weeks to admit it to myself, and even then, i needed yunjin-unnie and ka-chan's help."

y/n felt the weight of the world lift off her shoulders. it felt great to finally tell minji, and even better that minji knew how she really felt now.

"at first, i wanted to wait for the perfect time to tell you, but every time with you is perfect." minji nodded, ignoring the cheesy smile that y/n sent her (something that both her and kazuha had complained about to each other regarding their girlfriends). the taller girl's grip got tighter, trying to pull y/n closer to her. "but yeah, no pressure, okay?"

minji leaned down, placing her lips on y/n.

"so i can say it whenever i want?" she muttered, her eyes lidded.

"whenever you feel ready."

"well..." minji felt her heart swelling. "what if i'm ready now?"

y/n hummed, a smile on her face as she kissed her girlfriend once more. "then you should say it so your girlfriend can hear."

"you're so pretty." minji muttered to herself.

"i love you, kim y/n."

"i love you too, kim minji."

THE END.

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cool-cowboy · 3 months

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Infinite Darkness Leon loves boobs. I don’t make the rules. (please make a thing about it im gnawing at the bars of my inclosure)

Ask and you shall receive !!! He doesn't just love them, he is obsessed. Always happy to provide ;) Enjoy !

Summary:

In which Leon just really loves boobs, gets home from a long day's work and wants to unwind with his face buried in the most perfect tits he's ever seen.

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“Hey, hun.” He nearly makes me burn myself, his footsteps reflexively silent, even off duty, his voice low and close to my ear, tired. He wraps me in his arms, doesn’t even give me the chance to finish up what I’m doing, his arms around my waist, lips tucked down into the crook of my neck. He smells like sweat, that and leather, never takes that damn jacket off, I swear.

“You scared the hell outta me, Le. You’re early, dinner’s still got an hour.” He hums, letting me turn around in his arms, inspecting, though he doesn’t look too bad, light day, I suppose. His scruff is grown out, a little longer than he likes it, the only evidence of his profession a yellowed bruise on one cheek.

“Sorry, Didn’t mean to. God, you look pretty.” He kisses me, the little beard he has going scratchy on my skin, but I kiss him back, not willing to deny him after not seeing him all day. He keeps going, hauls me up onto the counter with gloved hands on my hips, still in his work clothes, his kisses turning a little less loving, more sensual, his beard becoming painful, my hand in his hair getting him to pull back. “Damn, you’re not in the mood?” I huff a laugh, shaking my head at him, his clippedness something I spent a long time getting used to, used to think he was being an asshole, when really that’s just him, straight to the point, not one to waste time.

“No it’s- I am- Just, you’re… hurting me.” I rub at the sides of his jaw, giving him a fake disturbed look he does not seem to enjoy, frowning at me and pulling my hands away and down on top of my thighs. “You need to shave.” He gives me a look, unimpressed, eyes cast down, staring unabashedly at my chest, utterly obvious, not that I mind, just never expected his overt love for boobs, well, my boobs, he says, idiot.

“Later. I have some uh- Things to attend to…” He’s being goofy, giving me a little smirk as he runs his fingers up, teasing over the underside of my breast, more teasing himself than me, we both know where this goes, his face shoved between them, lips and hands lathing them with attention, time spent against my chest one of his favorite ways to spend any time off he can catch, and I indulge him every time, even if he is rather silly, a grown ass man entirely obsessed with boobs.

“Hey.” I grab his hand, and the other, holding them off to either side and giving him an authoritative look, well aware I’m not even close to menacing, especially to him, but he’ll listen anyways, with what I’m willing to threaten. “You are not “attending” to anything until you shave, Le.” He frowns, debating it, staring longingly down before testing my grip, pulling gently against it, my hands still tight around his wrists, even if he could easily break free, he plays along.

“You’re serious? Sweetheart, I’m-”

“Shave, then we’ll talk, yeah?” I give him a quick kiss, pushing against him to get him going, but he doesn’t go anywhere, chases my lips for one more kiss and pulls back to look into my eyes.

“You shave me.” He apparently has forgotten his manners, demanding I shave for him, something I’ve offered a couple of times before, and he thoroughly enjoys, just getting to stare at me while I do all the work, and I get to do the same, so I don’t mind. “Please?” He ducks down, placing quick, messy kisses to my neck, speaking between slick presses of his lips to my throat. “Please..? Please…? Plea-” “Fine!” I pull him back by his hair, his smile wide despite the definite burn of his scalp, pleased at my agreement, even if I am playing at exasperation. He doesn’t say anything else, just slips his hands up under my ass and carries me off, setting me down on the bathroom counter before bending to collect his things, a hand to the back of his hip.

“Take your shirt off.” I can’t see his face, but I’m sure he has that stupid look, that pleased, expectant one he loves to give me when he knows he’ll get his way.

“Take off yours.” He hums, bringing his things over and setting them down beside me, looking at me with his head tilted before he reaches over, grabbing the opposite side of his shirt and whipping it up over his head, tossing it at me in his own form of playful defiance.

“Your turn. Go ahead, gimme somethin’ else pretty to look at while you work, yeah?” I smile, only a little, always shocked when he’s smooth, usually his flirting doesn’t go over so well, just some silly shit I have no idea how he came up with. I give him his wish, not willing to refuse something so easy, pulling my top up and over my head, his affectionate gaze cast down when he steps between my legs, hands trailing up my thighs and over my shorts, rested on my hips as he gazes at my boobs, overly affectionate, seeming dazed at the sight, even if he has seen them a million times.

“Kay, Le, Gonna need you to keep your head up, I don’t wanna cut you.” I tilt his head up, and he meets my eyes, one of his hands sliding up, impatient man, shaving cream spread over his scruff by the time he runs his thumb over my nipple, hardened from the chill of the bathroom, that and my lack of clothing. “How was your day?” He hums, staring at me as he presses his thumb down, squishing my breast absently, not quite focused on much of anything.

“Boring. Missed you, how was yours?” I frown at him, gripping his neck to keep him still, the innocent action earning me a suggestive smirk. He’s kneading now, cupping his hand and gripping lightly, his eyes flitting back and forth from my face to what he’s doing.

“That’s not-Le-!” I nearly cut him, his fingers pinching my nipple startling me, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the near injury, pleased, if anything, at having gotten a reaction, my back arched in discomfort, the little choked surprised sound something he undoubtedly enjoys. “Can you- Just let me finish, okay? Won’t take long just… Stop being a nuisance.” He pulls a face, nearly getting himself cut again before he realized, quickly fixing it down to neutral, his hand going back to its kneading, his thumb fanning back and forth over my nipple, the attention pleasurable, if only in a doting sort of way.

“Nuisance? You’re so damn mean today… First you don’t like my beard, then… This…” I scoff, pressing into the side of his neck to get him to turn his head, his eyes straining to peer down from the side, his hand splayed over the boob he’s been messing with, squishing it into his palm, giving it a light squeeze and letting out a pleased sigh. “Can we take this to bed once you’re done, I have some-” “Something to attend to? Sure, Le, tuck your lips.” He does, looking goofy with his lips pursed, letting my get the hair above his mouth without nicking him, his hand drifting over to the other side, doing the same slow slide and squeeze, relishing the feel of it, for whatever reason. “Okay. All done. Let me wipe this-” He takes the towel from my hand, wipes the extra cream off his face by shaking his head side to side, looking entirely idiotic, but cute. “Feeling impatient?” He tosses the towel off to the side, trailing his hands down to my hips, gripping the meat there, always so handsy.

“You’ve got no idea.” He lifts me up, apparently not too keen to let me do any walking today, lifting me up high enough for him to bury his face in my chest, smooth skin against me, as well as his heaving chest, his sigh dramatic and happy, pleasing him entirely too easy.

“You don’t wanna watch where- Le-! Careful!” He groans, bouncing himself off the doorframe on the way out of the bathroom, too busy kissing at the space between my breasts to offer any of his attention elsewhere, nearly crashing the both of us into the wall before I steer us out of the way, unable to strangle down my laugh when he stumbles through the doorway, only parting from his burrow to lay me out in bed, giving himself a second to look me over from his spot stood at the foot, his expression gooey and affectionate, so damn sweet I sometimes think he’ll rot the teeth straight out of my head. “C’mon, they’re waiting…” I put on a singsong voice, teasing him, not sure what his fascination is, but finding it entertaining at the least, especially so when he dives over me, carefully not to land without keeping his weight off me, his kisses moving quickly up my stomach, eyes peering up at me as he does, all love, his hands on my side and beside me, his back arched in a probably obscene way to let him reach his path, his lips skimming along the outside of one breast as he stares at me, his non-supporting hand moving to knead at the other, never one to be unfair, his words.

“Perfect… Fucking love this shit… So pretty for me…” He kisses across, from the outside over to my nipple, watching me as he flattens his tongue over it, pulling back to take a look when he’s done, the sight apparently satisfactory, if the groan he lets out is any indicator, low and guttural, giving himself over to whatever pleasure he gets out of this, closing his lips over my nipple and running his thumb over the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh making me gasp, his smile pressed to a kiss to the wet skin left behind before he’s trailing further across, licking and sucking at the opposite breast, his hand moved down to my ribs, holding me still against my squirming, all the attention too much, nearly evenly pleasurable and painful. “So damn cute… Can’t sit still, huh? That’s alright…” He brings his knees up, sitting back on his haunches straddling me, giving himself the freedom to use both his hands, which promptly squish my breasts together, his face shoved between, a pleased groan ticking the skin his lips are pressed to. The alarm is going off on the oven, but he’s pretending not to hear, vying for some more of my time by keeping himself buried in his chosen “Heaven”.

“Le, Food’s done, get off.” He groans, unhappy, pulling back to lay sweet kisses over random places, peppering my chest in slick spots, his hands trailed down to my waist.

“Couple more minutes…” I hum, petting his hair, nearly allowing it, but I can’t let dinner burn, I’m sure he’s starving after a long day of saving the world.

“After, get off.” He sighs, placing one last, longing kiss to my sternum, pulling back and staring at my chest before sitting himself up, pulling me along with him.

“Sit in my lap while we eat?” I huff a laugh, shoving him off me and onto his back, his flop overly dramatic, his body lax, splayed out, his smile upside down when I give him a look over my shoulder on my way to pick out a shirt.

“No, weirdo.” “Keep the shirt off, then?” “No.”

“Okay… Bra only..?”

“Fine.”

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jqnehr · 4 months

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les améthystes du ciel | neuvillette — part 9

two individuals under pressure to marry. one has the hydro archon on his back, and the other has her matchmaking friend pushing her along. when the two meet at a ball, and both in dire need of peace from two meddlesome females, what better arrangement is there than their own betrothal?

pairing : neuvillette x fem!reader warnings : too tired to put anything, this is sfw. word count : 4.8k note : I am about to collapse.

! not proof read

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Neuvillette has sharp ears.

Perhaps it’s because of their peculiar, inhuman shape, and thus helps him receive sound waves the average human cannot.

No. It’s simply that he is not a human at all. As we all know, he’s the Hydro Sovereign, born from the remnants of a Divine Dragon long lost. Besides, he’d been able to hear Paimon hissing to the Traveller about him in the Epiclese right before Lyney and Lynette’s show—and before disaster struck.

So, suffice to say, he heard good and well what Navia whispered into your ear, leaving your cheeks flushed red—and the back of his neck and ears burning.

However, he masked it, seeing your clear discomfit and hope he had not caught Navia’s words; choosing to shelve it overthink later, he suggested the two of you heading off.

Now, he is helping unload the few (heavy) boxes of your belongings into your new room. He had personally selected this room—two halls away from his own, as he had a feeling you’d appreciate—and by the look on your face, Neuvillette is sure you’re pleased with the room.

It is a moderately sized room, but its expansive windows looking out onto the harbour and the sunlight it lets pour in makes the place seem more voluminous. He stands aside, out of the way of the movers, carefully watching your reactions.

Your eyes are wide, sparkling, darting all over the place and taking in every detail. The canopy bed with a king-sized mattress and a floral, gold-hemmed duvet; the plush rug splayed neatly upon the mahogany flooring; polished bookshelves lining the walls, already half-filled with books he had picked out himself based on personal favourites; and the intricate paintings on the ceilings, depicting great feats of Fontainian heroes in the past and the Archons’ awesome endeavours during eras of calamity. You place a box down by the bookshelf, straightening, mouth agape in awe.

“Neuvillette.” He inclines his head in your direction to show his attention, something that goes unnoticed by you, as you’re too busy ogling your new room to show your descry. “Did you say you picked out this room yourself?”

One of the movers steps forward, tipping his hat in respect, apologetic for interrupting. “Monsieur, Madame, everything’s unloaded now. We’ll take our leave.”

“Oh, thank you,” you reply, still taking in the entire room. “Have a lovely rest of your day.”

The men click the door shut on their way out, and Neuvillette promptly answers your previous question. “Yes. I thought it would suit you. Do you like it?”

“Oh, yes.” You’re a bit breathless with reverence. “It’s wonderful. The sort of room I read about in fairytales as a child, something I never imagined having ever the chance to live in for myself.” Too bad it’s for a year, you think glumly, stepping towards the windows, where the breeze gently lifts the sheer curtains. You gaze outside, towards the breathtaking view of the sea.

Neuvillette feels terribly relieved. “I’m glad. If you wish for any rearrangements, simply call on the head maid. She will do all she can to fulfil your request.”

“It’s perfect as it already is.” Why would I renovate when I’m only here for a year? “I see the books already here.” You turn to face him. “Whose are they?”

“…Mine.” He can’t quite put a finger on why he feels embarrassed. “They’re the books I have enjoyed thoroughly throughout my long years. Not all of them are fictional, by the way. I just thought…you might appreciate some new reads.”

Neuvillette has to resist squirming at the intensity of your gaze as you stare at him. It’s a look he has great trouble reading, and he doesn’t know why his ears feel flushed.

“Thank you, Neuvillette,” you eventually say after a drawn-out moment of silence. You turn towards the bookshelves. “Considering how well you appear to understand my taste in things, I’m sure our preferences in literature will be no different.”

He watches as you run your fingertips lightly over the spines of the books, head tilted to the side to read the books’ titles. “There are a good many here. And you said they’re ones you’ve collected over the years.” The look you give him is what he presumes to be ‘excitement’. “And you’ve lived a long time. How many of these books are antiques, or centuries old?”

“Some are ones that I’ve not seen in bookstores for a good 150 years,” he responds, stepping forward to pull one out that is roughly four-hundred years old. The book looks old and well-read, considering its worn spine and yellowed pages. It has the distinct scent of an aged book, a smell you adore, and it creaks as he cracks it open. You aren’t able to catch its title, as the cover is also worn down. “This was a gift from a Melusine centuries ago.” An expression of distant sadness washes over Neuvillette’s face. “She…ended her own life to disprove some cruel accusations against her. You see, I was only just instigated as Iudex back then, and Melusines had recently entered Fontainian society as citizens. The humans were very distrustful of both I and the Melusines, leading to…violent discrimination.” Neuvillette’s Adam’s apple bobs as he pauses, a knot forming between his brows. His eyes are lowered towards the book, long lashes obscuring the amethyst of his eyes and thus the sentiments within them. “It was a dark time for the Melusines and myself. I had to put a close friend of mine away in the Fortress as a result, for he was falsely accused also. That’s why…I am, essentially, putting much trust in you by lending you this book.”

He lifts it towards you, and you refuse to take it. “Neuvillette, if it’s that important of a book to you, then there is no reason for you to give it to me. To accept such a personal item is—”

“Well, take it as a confirmation of my sincere wish to be your friend.” He pushes it into your hands. “There is no need for awkward air or any walking on eggshells between us. We’re going to have to brave the next twelve months joined at the hip, no? We must learn to trust and rely on one another to successfully get through this.”

You lower your eyes towards the book, finally accepting it. You lightly brush your fingers over the faded gold lettering of what once was the title, feeling the rough leatherette cover under your fingertips. “What was the book’s title, Neuvillette?”

“It’s called The Soul of a Human. It’s about human emotions and how they work. It’s likely an outdated work, as it is about four centuries old. Either way, the book was an awesome help toward me fitting in with society, making the populace trust me as Iudex, and furthering my understanding of human emotions…but, it’s still something I struggle with.”

“If you aren’t a human, then what are you, Neuvillette?”

If there is a question Neuvillette has been dreading you to eventually ask, it would be this one. How do I explain who I am without telling her my true identity? So he settles for a safer route, something maybe a bit more believable. “I am…a Melusine hybrid.”

I suppose it’s marginally better than telling her I’m the Hydro Sovereign. But he can tell that you do not believe him, which you waste no time in voicing. “No, you’re not, Neuvillette. Is there even such thing as a ‘Melusine hybrid’? I know you are not telling the truth.”

Neuvillette has never been quite put on the spot before as now, with your direct calling out of his little white lie. What an embarrassing look for a man who is supposed to be the embodiment of honesty. He’s the one who told you he is ‘not predisposed to lying’. He even told the Traveller that he’s more than capable of distinguishing flavour differences between each region’s water—something the Traveller lifted a sceptical brow to, and he gave it to them straight that he ‘is the Iudex’ and that he ‘does not lie’.

So. Although he was telling the truth then, it’s quite humiliating how quick you just saw through his lie. He swallows and looks away, fighting back a blush. “Haha…how embarrassing. The truth is…”

“You can’t tell me?” You offer, giving him an understanding smile. “That’s okay. You could’ve just said that, you know. We’re not obligated to tell each other anything personal.”

He looks up at you through his lashes, tilting his head. “That is true. Thank you for being understanding.” Neuvillette draws in a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy sigh through his nose, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I don’t think anyone else would’ve been suited for this role other than you. It is rare to find someone with as level a head as yours.”

“I suppose so.” Despite your outwardly calm appearance, the inside is a much different story. With your tendency to bottle up your deepest emotions, to call yourself ‘level-headed’ would be almost an overstatement. You’ve been in a very serious life-or-death situation before, something that has left its unfading mark on you, and to say you were ‘level-headed’ or even ‘rational’ would be a bald-faced lie. You suppose that anyone getting strangled by their fiancé would be pretty inclined to panicking—but, the point is, although you seem circumspect and grounded, your inner sentiments are the opposite, and they’re always fighting to burst out of you.

And they have, a few times. The aftermath was ugly.

Neuvillette has fallen silent, staring at you, as if watching your expressions, and that makes you school your features in one of careful, impeccable neutrality, almost detachment. “Now, what about dinner tonight?”

“Ah, yes.” That look in his eye hasn’t disappeared—a look where he can seemingly see right through you, and isn’t fooled by your blank expressions. “I dine at eight. How does that sound?”

“Fine.” You nod, offering a small smile. “You should take this chance to show me your water collection.”

The Chief Justice raises a brow, an amused smile pricking at the corners of his mouth. “You make it sound like such a joke. But, I will take you up on that. I doubt you’ve tried authentic Natlanian-heated Snezhnayan water before. The combination is unexpected, but quite pleasing to the palate.”

“Goodness, Neuvillette.” You place a hand upon your heart in faux-shock, giving him a look of mock-distress. “You will drain the Palais of its funds if you keep importing all this water and heating it in real Natlanian fire and chilling it in genuine Snezhnayan ice!”

He plays along—something you’ve found yourself very grateful for. Not many get your sense of humour, but the Iudex does. All your attempts at jesting were frequently met with blank, awkward side glances and suffocating silence. Your humour changed from one of true heartiness to dark absurdity upon the events of five years ago.

For a while, you didn’t have a sense of humour at all. For a time it felt like there was no need to laugh, smile or joke. That there was no point in doing so, because there was nothing happy about life and living anymore.

Maybe it’s part of the reason for your inexplicable sense of comfort and safety around the man. He may not be much of a smiler, but he does have a sense of humour. He knows how to appreciate a joke—although, more often than not, he’s a bit clueless. Wriothesley’s jokes go right over his head, more often than not.

That led you to believe that maybe, just maybe, he’s as comfortable around you as you are him. That maybe, he understands you intimately, and always knows you mean no harm.

“Uh oh. I’ve been found out,” Neuvillette says in a deliberately overly monotone voice. “I’m so scared. How will I ever go on without my water?”

“Don’t they give you a glass a day down in the Fortress?” Frankly, you know nothing of how prisoners are treated in Meropide, and you’re not sure if you want to find out. At any rate, it’s humorous and utterly unrealistic to imagine the Iudex in such a place—a thought to which he himself chuckles. “Oho, I can assure you the Duke is much more merciful on the convicts than that. Either way, it would still be torture.”

Hm, okay… This entire time, you’ve, in a way, been fishing—trying to dig into why Neuvillette likes water so much, and how he doesn’t seem to complain about having to go to the toilet all the time, and how he lied about his true identity. So, you’ve concluded vaguely, that he must be some kind of Hydro being.

Oh well, better not read into it too much. It’s not your place, nor your business, as strictly stated by the contract. Besides, it’s clear the Chief Justice doesn’t want you knowing—if he’d even go against his own principles and lie about it.

You chalk it up to having just taken him off guard, forcing him to lie as he searched for a plausible excuse not to reveal himself to you.

“What time do you leave for your office in the mornings?” You change the topic, turning away from the bookshelf and for a box, kneeling to open it up. “Maybe we could have breakfast together.”

“I awake at 5AM, and leave at six-thirty,” he answers, tone somewhat apologetic, and you can’t fathom why. “I would never expect you to get up so early to join me—”

“That’s a perfectly normal hour to get up, Neuvillette.” If you were a morning person, your stomach maybe wouldn’t have dropped at the thought of having to get up at dawn to have breakfast with him. “My shift at the boutique begins at seven in the morning, so it’s not too ungodly of an hour to get up.”

“Don’t feel obligated, [Name]. I don’t have very big breakfasts anyway.”

He knows he’s said the wrong thing the instant you swivel around to look at him, face incredulous. “So that’s why you’ve been looking so gaunt! Neuvillette, you can’t live off of water alone.” You stand and place your hands on your hips, face stern. “Let me guess, for breaks you just have water also? No food? Do you ever eat full meals?”

“I—of course, I do.” Neuvillette feels strangely touched with how genuinely concerned you appear; brows upturned and lips pursed, jaw tight. He doesn’t know why the sight pierces him. “I’m not unhealthy, and you really needn’t worry for me.”

“How can I not?” He feels pierced once more, and you turn away from him with a hand over your face. “You’re the Iudex. You’ve got one hell of a burden on your shoulders, and you’re not even eating large breakfasts! The most important meal of the day! Neuvillette.” You whirl around once more, stepping closer and pointing a finger at his chest. You could be more intimidating if you were taller. The man positively towers over you. “You are my husband, and it’s a wife’s basic duty—and a friend’s—to worry for their companion’s health. And you tell me not to worry?”

Maybe I am overreacting, but it does his pretty face no good to have those eyebags! Yet, you suppose it’s nice to see him in such a human state. It’s strangely attractive. “You have higher chances of getting sick when malnourished, so don’t even think of wandering out about in the rain.”

Having silently stared at you while you were scolding him, the Iudex finally lets out a chuckle, raising his hand to take gentle hold of your pointer finger that is lightly nudging his chest. He lifts your hand to his lips, placing a chaste, gracious kiss to the top of it. You almost fall back in surprise. “I will keep your concerns in mind, dearest. Thank you.”

Despite his reassurance, your worries are not eased. You also pointedly ignore the blood rushing in your hearts from your thumping heart and his unintentional suaveness. “I-I trust you’ll eat proper breakfasts? And get full nights of sleep?”

Neuvillette gently lets go of your hand. You quickly realise how close you both are, and you take a quick step back to put more polite distance between the two of you, hiding behind your hair to obscure your flushed face. “I will try. Sometimes, my thoughts grow too loud, and I take midnight strolls.”

“I hope you dress warmly.” You’re beginning to wonder if you even have any right to be so concerned for him. This marriage is contractual, but you’re already acting like a nagging, forty-year-old housewife.

“Really, there’s no need for you to feel so concerned for me. My body is quite adapted to the coldness of rain.”

“…Alright.” You try to persuade yourself that you’re just worried for him as a sister would fret over the wellbeing of her brother. “Well, then. Shall I see you at dinner?”

“Oh, yes.” Neuvillette quickly understands your words’ implications. He now must leave you to adjust to your room on your own. “Until this evening, [Name]. Have a lovely rest of your day.”

・・・・

You don’t really know what to wear for tonight. You’re kicking yourself over not specifying with him about whether it would be formal, semi-formal, or just casual…so, you opt to dress the former, selecting a comfortable pair of black dress pants and a white button-up blouse with puffy long sleeves. You pop in two jewelled stud earrings for minimal embellishment, and brush your hair out, leaving it down.

You stare at yourself for a long moment in the body-length mirror before you. This time last year, your eyes would’ve been sunken, lifeless, lips chapped and set permanently in a grim line. Now, even though you have little makeup on, you look…lighter. You don’t look so tired anymore. Those haunted shadows in your eyes are almost traceless, and your cheeks are full with health, your cheekbones not so prominent anymore.

You’re smiling more, [Name].

You do a couple of poses in the mirror to fully assess your outfit for the evening, eventually ending up pleased with it. The pants look good on you, and, for the first time in years, you feel pretty.

I’m finally moving on from that man for good. In the last moments of your relationship—and what you thought were of your life—he made sure you knew how repulsive he found you. The insecurities have not faded, but you take comfort in the fact that Neuvillette has never looked at you with a sickened stare. He’s never seemed displeased with your presence.

With one final once-over of yourself in the mirror, you glance at the clock and quickly exit your room, trying to remember the way to the dining room. The Palais Mermonia itself is a maze, and Neuvillette’s wing of the building is no less of a labyrinth.

You spot a maid nearby, drawing the hall curtains closed for the night. “Um, excuse me, miss—could you please direct me to the dining room?”

The woman turns, surprised, before pointing along the hall. “Of course. Just go along here, take two lefts and then you’ll find a set of double doors.”

“Thank you.” You quickly send her a grateful smile and hurry off, hoping you’re not late. How embarrassing would it be to reveal that you’d been too busy admiring yourself in the mirror to arrive on time?

After a few moments, you arrive at the double doors the maid mentioned, and you politely knock on them. It’s swiftly opened, and there is Neuvillette, seated upon a chair before an average-sized dining table—neatly set out with a sea-blue tablecloth and cushioned seats—in the middle of taking a sip from his goblet of, presumably, water.

The food is already laid out, but the Chief Justice clearly has not touched it. He was likely waiting for you, and seeing the clock, you’re an embarrassing five minutes late. “My apologies, Neuvillette, I got a bit lost.”

“No worries at all.” He smiles and stands, pulling out your chair for you and stepping aside for you to sit. The gentlemanly act takes you pleasantly off-guard. “The food was only just set out seconds before you arrived.”

“Ah, so it’s still warm, then,” you muse, watching a male servant step forward to place your entrés before you—creamy chicken and onion soup. “Goodness! This is like eating at Hotel Debord.”

“The chef is a master at soups.” Part of why he hired the cook. He softly blows on his spoonful of soup, quickly swallowing it before speaking again. “He is eagerly awaiting your feedback.”

You let out a pleased hum once you taste the dish. “Very delicious. I dare say, the benefits of this little arrangement Furina forced on us is piling up.”

You’re inwardly relieved when Neuvillette chuckles at your jest. Of course, you are joking—but then again, if you’re able to eat like this for the next twelve months… “Don’t get too comfortable. She’s already demanded for us to meet, as she’s got our first event to attend ready for us.”

You grow solemn at his words. “She has? Oh. Shall we not talk about such dull matters at present, Neuvillette? It will ruin our appetites.”

The Iudex quite agrees with you. “Of course. How are you finding your room?”

“It’s wonderful, Neuvillette.” It’s the kind of room illustrated in all those old fairy tale classics you read as a child—a room fit for a queen. “It has such a lovely view of the harbour.”

“You should see the gardens.” You look at him, surprised at his words. “There’s a garden?”

“Of course. This is the Palais.” Neuvillette smiles at you amusedly. “There is a fountain. And no light pollution reaches the area, so you’re able to see the stars vividly.”

What if I told him that I want to stay here forever? And you haven’t even lived here for a day. In fact, you’re a bit overwhelmed. “Will I see you getting rained on out there at night, Neuvillette?”

His mauve eyes flit away, hiding behind his hair. “…That depends.”

You laugh under your breath at the sight. The man, despite having been a judge for hundreds of years, is so surprisingly innocent. It’s a cute quality you like about him. “I’m amazed you’ve never experienced a fever from it.”

“I just…don’t understand how strange it seems.” He appears genuinely puzzled. “The people of Fontaine always give me weird looks whenever I stroll through a downpour along the streets. Is it really so outlandish that a man just wants to be left to his thoughts in the rain?”

“I suppose it’s because, as humans, we catch colds, Neuvillette.” You lift the last spoonful of soup in your bowl to your lips. “Getting caught in the rain is the quickest way to catch a chill. And they’re awfully unpleasant.”

“Even when you have an umbrella?”

“Well, there’s less of a chance,” you concede, murmuring a soft thanks to the servant that steps forward to retrieve your bowl, preparing for the main course. “I’m happy to join you, as long as I either have a raincoat or umbrella on hand.”

Neuvillette looks pleased at your suggestion. “A bit of company would be nice. Furina must never find out, though.”

“Oh, yes.” If you are to put up your act successfully, then it is imperative she remains in the dark. “Anyway, I wonder how the public will react to the news of your marriage?”

“The tabloids will probably make it way bigger of a deal than it truly is.” Neuvillette's expression looks resigned. “And we will bear the brunt. You must prepare yourself.”

“Yes…” You stare blankly at your fork. “I’ll probably have to apply for leave at the boutique.” It’s quite dismaying, having to anticipate your privacy being stripped from you all because of the impulsive whims of a spontaneous archon.

“Don’t worry, as the contract stated, you will be protected.” Although, inside, Neuvillette is worried bodyguards won’t be enough. “No harm will come to you.”

“I can just sue them if they do overstep their mark.” The Steambird, as an example, is notoriously imposing, and bombardment from their journalists is guaranteed. “Is this what the Traveller deals with each day? No wonder they quickly head off to their next location as soon as they can.”

“Fame is a costly reward.” A long-suffering look passes over the Iudex’s handsome face. “For some, it is no prize.”

You understand his quiet referral to himself and the reception he has due to his exalted position within Fontaine and, essentially, Teyvat. “Perhaps some such as Furina, who revels in it, just cannot understand such a concept.”

Neuvillette considers your words for a brief moment. “Hm. Yes, you could say that. However…” He trails off as lidded platters with the main course prepared inside is placed upon the table. “There is much more to her than what first meets the eye. I’ve known her for a very long time, and she is certainly no superficial girl.”

That makes you fall into a thoughtful silence, just watching the servants bustle about. One finally lifts the platter lids, letting the hot food’s steam billow out, your pondering quietude broken. The aroma is heavenly. “Oh, my—a lamb roast? You spoil me!”

Neuvillette thanks the servant as the man bows and steps to the side. The lamb is already sliced, the meat cooked to perfection. “Of course. Help yourself.”

You notice that many of the dishes presented have a lot of sauce with them. You don’t mind—every dish smells divine and you’re quick to load up your plate. “What’s for dessert?” You’re unsure if you’ll be able to fit it in.

“I don’t usually have dessert, but I had a cake prepared for you.” He taps a serving spoon against the edge of a bowl to rid it of excess sauce. “A black forest layer cake. Is that alright?”

“Like I would complain,” you amusedly quip once you’d finished your mouthful. “And this sweet potato is exceptional, Neuvillette, do try some—”

A sharp knock at the door cuts you off, making the two of you pause in your tracks. Neuvillette sends a bemused glance to the nearby servant, who quickly opens the door.

A man stumbles in, hastily adjusting his spectacles and trying to neaten his flustered, unkempt appearance. A bolt of unease shoots through you at the sight, leaving no room to be offended at his abrupt and rude entrance during your meal.

“Monsieur Neuvillette!” He breathlessly exclaims, waving a newspaper around. “I am terribly sorry for the interruption, but this is urgent, and you were preoccupied today.”

“It’s alright.” Neuvillette dabs at his mouth with a napkin and stands, quietly approaching the disoriented man. “You may relax. What is it?”

“This, sir.” The man hands over the newspaper, and Neuvillette accepts it, curiously straightening it out and beginning to read the front page. “We’ve no idea how or when this was taken, and it’s all over the headlines—”

“[Name]. You must see this.” The absence of emotion in the tone of his voice sends a jarring chill down your spine and you quickly stand, making your way toward him. “What’s wrong?”

He silently hands the paper to you, and you feel your stomach plummet at the sight of the front page.

“Chief Justice Neuvillette caught with mystery woman on Tuesday evening. Is the ever-impartial Iudex not so impartial anymore?” You shakily read out the words, turning to look up at him with wide eyes. “This was when you were walking me home a few days ago. We didn’t even notice! I thought the street was empty.”

He lays a firm hand on your shoulder, giving a soft, comforting squeeze. “Don’t panic. I know how to twist this to our advantage. It is too early, yes, and this could become a major problem, but we mustn’t worry.” The Chief Justice gently pries the newspaper from your trembling hands, and you stare at the ground. “I think you’d best turn in for the night, [Name]. We shall discuss this in the morning.”

“It’s not like I’ll sleep anyway,” you mutter, shoulders slumped. “Alright. I’ll do as you say. But first thing tomorrow morning, we will talk about this.”

He extracts his hand from you, and you attempt to give him a reassuring smile. “Have a good evening, Neuvillette. Relay my thanks to the chef about the food for me, please.”

Neuvillette answers with a quiet “I will” before you exit the dining room, making your way back to your bedroom.

I’m sure it’s just a minor setback, you think you’re going to throw up. He’ll take care of it. He said he would.

But maybe this was the first of things to go awry.

hello hello, I am finally back with chapter nine <3

sorry for the two-week wait guys, it's been hectic. I have family coming up for Christmas and little time to Christmas shop, AND I got hit by a writer's block. also im so sorry if you were expecting a longer chapter because of the lengthy wait. I just couldn't be bothered to write as much this time 💔

and I did say two chapters before Christmas, but im gonna have to go back on that one too. in fact, this is the last chapter until january. I need a break haha. I hope you guys understand.

and if anything didn't make sense in this chapter, please attribute it towards my sleep deprivation. it hasn't gotten any less worse 💔

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Grovel

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Walter begs Y/N for forgiveness after something that will test their relationship happens

Warnings: CHEATING, angst, spelling and grammar mistakes

A/N: based on April Jai’s unreleased song “Grovel”, I have no idea when it will be released but I can't wait for the song. This also doesn't follow Night Hunter/NOMIS canon, Walter is 40, Y/N is 32

Walter Marshall thought that after his divorce with Angie, he was not going to find someone else. He believed he came with a lot of baggage because he is a homicide detective, that was until he met Y/N, a nurse.

Y/N was the one that treated Walter's bullet wound when he was on the Simon case and when he sees her in a bar a month later, they hit it off and went on 5 dates before Walter decided to ask her to be his girlfriend.

5 years later, they are still together and Y/N has moved into Walter's house and they are so happy and in love.

Until tonight.

It all started 3 days ago, it was 4 in the afternoon and Y/N was getting out of the hospital. Her car was in the shop and Walter said that he would gladly drop her off and pick her up. 10 minutes later, Walter picked her up.

"Hello, darling, how was your shift today?" Walter asked, pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

"It was good, a little tiring, but nothing a cuban coffee can't fix. How was your day, Oso?" Y/N asked.

"Stressful as fuck." Walter muttered.

"You're still on that case?" Y/N asked.

"Yes. We have no leads, it is like this guy is always three steps ahead and its pissing me the fuck off." Walter huffed out. Y/N took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb over his hand in an attept to soothe him.

"You'll get this guy, i'm sure of it." Y/N said.

When they got home, Y/N saw the folders, clue board, everything that Walter had in his office at the police department was in his living room.

"You're working from home?" Y/N asked.

"I figured it would be better to focus all my attention on this case so I brought some of the files home, i hope that's okay." Walter said, sitting down at the table to look over things he might have missed with this case.

“Yeah it’s fine, Oso, that’s your job. Just don’t work too hard, okay? Sleep is not for the weak.” Y/N says.

“I know, love, I won’t turn into a zombie.” Walter said and they kissed.

Which brings us to tonight, Y/N took an Uber home because Walter’s phone was turned off. When Y/N entered the house, she found Walter drinking coffee in the living room, the same way she left him this morning and the day before.

“How was your day, Walter?” Y/N asked. Walter ignored her, writing notes on the case. “Well, my day was good, I worked with some of the pediatric patients, el día fue súper leve.”

“Y/N, I’m trying to work here.” Walter said.

“I see that, but you haven’t moved from this spot. Have you eaten? La estufa sigue igual de limpio, have you been living off coffee?” Y/N asked. Walter stayed silent. “Okay, fine, did you buy what I asked you to get?”

“You said I haven’t moved from this spot so clearly I haven’t gotten what you asked for.” Walter snapped, looking up from the table.

“No me hables así, eh, ni siquiera mi papá le habla así a mi mamá, Don’t try me, Walter.” Y/N said as she walked to the kitchen.

“Ugh, even Angie wasn’t such a bitch.” Walter muttered and Y/N stopped to turn around.

“You know what, you’re stressed, you haven’t eaten, you’re probably sleep deprived, let me just cook and we can talk after you take a nap, okay.” Y/N said but Walter then slammed his hands on the table.

“I am not a child, Y/N, you don’t have to smother me, and you are most certainly not my wife so stop acting like it.” Walter raised his voice and Y/N widened her eyes.

“I May not be your wife but I am your girlfriend, and I deserve to be respected, Walter.” Y/N said.

“I am not going to sit here and be nagged by you, I’m going out.” Walter huffed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Y/N shouted.

“Out! Are you having trouble hearing me more than usual?” Walter asked as he left the house, closing the door behind him.

“Ugh, me encabrona!” Y/N shouted. This was their first big fight. Y/N calmed down a little and she wanted to cry because she just drove her boyfriend out of his house.

Walter sat in his truck to calm down a little. “FUCK!” Walter shouted, hitting his steering wheel. He drove somewhere he thought he would stop visiting after Faye went away to college; Angie’s house.

Walter rang her doorbell and Angie opened the door in Jeans and a sweater.

“Walter? What are you doing here? Faye doesn’t come back until spring break.” Angie said.

“I know, I came to talk to you.” Walter said.

“You should have called, this isn’t a good time.” Angie said.

“I think I messed things up with Y/N.” Walter said. Angie sighed and moved out of the way so Walter can come in. Angie walked to the couch and patted on the empty space next to her.

“Tell me everything. Y/N seems very sweet, kinda young, but she’s a good person, what the hell did you do?” Angie asked him

“I’ve been too focused on this case that i forgot to pick her up from her job since they are working on her car, I yelled at her, basically called her a bitch, and disrespected her. She just wanted to to take care of me, to stop me from getting burnout, and I yelled at her and disrespected her. Saying that she should stop acting like she’s my wife.” Walter said. His eyes were tearing up.

“Wow, that’s a lot to unpack.” Angie said.

“Why did we get a divorce, Angie?” Walter asked.

Why are you asking me that?” Angie asked.

“Was it me? Was I the problem?” Walter asked. Angie looked at him, saw that Walter looked practically broken.

“Listen, Walter, we got married in our early 20s. We were young, we weren’t going to last anyway. You tried your hardest to make me happy, and i was happy with you for a while. You are a great father to Faye, you put your all in our relationship, but you are also a workaholic.” Angie said softly. “It’s not a bad thing, you’re a cop, someone has to get the bad guys, right? I couldn’t handle that because I’m not used to it. But Y/N is a nurse, right? A nurse and a cop, what could be better than that? She knows the heavy workload you have because she has the same.”

“So what you’re saying it that I pushed away the one person who could possibly understand me.” Walter said.

“Sorta. You shouldn’t have yelled at her, she was just trying to get you to relax and eat, God knows how much I tried to get you to eat back when you were still on the SWAT Team.” Angie said.

“My job is stressful, Angie, you know that.” Walter said.

“And so does she. I’m sure you’ll make it right.” Angie said. Then Walter’s stomach growled and bleh of them laughed.

“Yeah, Y/N wasn’t lying when she said I was living off coffee, do you have anything to eat?” Walter asked.

“I Can order us takeout. You want Chinese, Italian, or Latin food?” Angie asked, holding out the menus she keeps in a kitchen drawer.

“Latin food.” Walter said, already missing Y/N’s cooking.

“You got it, detective.” Angie said.

While Y/N was drinking wine, eating ice cream, and watching movies that make her cry (for me it’s how to train your dragon, Beethoven, elemental, I’m a sensitive and emotion person, okay), Walter was getting nostalgic with Angie, eating and drinking.

"Remember that time you stayed up with me for a case when I just started working as a homicide detective?" Walter asked, eating a piece of chicken with his rice.

"Oh my god, yes, I was so tired, I think I crashed around 4am, I was exhausted at work." Angie said.

"I told you that you didn't have to stay up, but you were so stubborn and made us coffee after you put Faye to bed." Walter said.

"I had to support my husband." Angie said, taking a sip of wine.

More time went on, they finished the bottle of wine, and one thing led to another, Walter kissed Angie.

Y/N saw that the time was 10pm and Walter still hasn't come home yet. She got off the couch and unlocked her phone to call Walter, it went to voicemail after a few rings.

"Hey Oso, please come back home. We both have said some things, you mostly, but I really want to talk about this, I'm sorry if I nag you, that is not my intention, I just love you so much and I want you to take care of yourself, bye." Y/N left the voicemail and went to the bedroom she shared with Walter and Walter and Angie were too busy undressing each other on their way to her bedroom to notice his phone vibrating on the kitchen counter.

Walter lied awake in bed, with Angie by his side, Angie was asleep, both were naked.

"What have I done?" Walter wondered out loud in a whisper. He tried to sleep but every time he closed his eyes, he just sees what happened with Angie.

It was 8 in the morning and Y/N did not have to go in for work. She went downstairs and Walter still wasn't back home. Meanwhile Walter was putting his clothes back on.

"This never should have happened." Walter stated, zipping up his pants.

"You think I'm thrilled we slept together? I'm married! I'm just happy he has a business trip in Boston." Angie said, putting on her bathrobe.

"Where is my phone?" Walter asked, looking throgh her bedroom.

"It's probably downstairs on the kitchen counter. Have a safe trip home, make up with Y/N, I'll see you when Faye comes back." Angie said. Walter went downstairs and turned on his phone. He saw a voicemail from Y/N. He played the voicemail and his eyes strated tearing up.

"I am such a wanker." Walter muttered. He walked out of the house and got into his truck to go back home. He saw Y/N’s car in the driveway. He spent a few mintues in his truck crying, thinking about how he should tell Y/N. Its worse if she finds out later so it is better to be truthful now. He got out of the car, walked into the house and saw Y/N making pancakes.

"Oso, you're back!" Y/N exclaimed, leaving the mixing bowl on the counter and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug. "Listen, I promise not to 'nag' you as much if you promise to take care of yourself. I am not trying to smother you, I just don't want you to burn yourself out, okay?" Y/N pulled away from the hug and saw that Walter's eyes were red. "Hey, whats wrong?" Y/N asked, she was about to wipe his tears when Walter took her hands in his and pushed them away.

"We need to talk." Walter said.

"Okay, can it wait?" Y/N asked.

"No, it can't." Walter said. Y/N looked at him, his face was serious. She nodded and took off her apron, followed Walter into the living room and sat on the couch. Walter had her hands in his. "Something happened when i left. But I'm letting you know now that it meant nothing and that I completely regret it."

"Walter, you're scaring me, what did you do?" Y/N asked, her voice breaking as her eyes became glassy.

"I drove to Angie's house. I need clarity, I just fought with you and I know i messed up really bad but I didn't know if it would have been the end. I asked Angie why we got divorced, I asked if it was the problem with our argument." Walter said, carefully looking at Y/N's reactions to his words. "She came to the conclusion that you and I are perfect for each other and that I should be more open to accepting your help, that I was pushing you away. We were reliving our good moments, we were eating drinking, and then we..." Walter was cut off by Y/N putting her hand up.

"You slept with your ex wife?" Y/N asked.

"Yes.” Walter admitted.

“You slept with your ex-wife after she told you that you and I were practically perfect for each other?” Y/N asked again.

“Yes.” Walter whispered. Y/N nodded and took her hands out of Walter’s, she walked to the kitchen and Walter trailed behind her. He observed how she picked up the mixing bowl and continued to mix the batter before turning on the stove and pouring the mix with a ladle onto the pan. “Say something, anything.” Walter said. Y/N remained silent until she finished making pancakes and the mixing bowl was empty.

“You wanna know what I did when you left me on our home? I cried because I had no idea where you were going. I was drinking wine and purposely watching movies that I know will make me cry because you were gone for hours and did send me a text to let me know you were alright. We never had a fight like this, Walter, Never, in our 5 years of dating. And the first thing you do is go to your ex-wife’s house? After you told me that Angie wasn’t as much as a bitch as I was? Do you see how messed up that is?” Y/N asked Walter with tears in her eyes.

“It didn’t mean anything, Y/N, I swear.” Walter said.

“Oh please Walter, you guys were married for what, 9 years? You loved each other, Walter. Maybe you still love each other, I don’t know. What I do know is that feelings were involved, Walter. It’s is different than sleeping with a random woman, which I would still be angry about by the way. You cheating on me with Angie is much worse than a random hookup.” Y/N explained, trying to hold on her tears.

“It was a mistake, Y/N, we were drunk.” Walter said.

“Oh, you were drunk, I guess that makes it better, then.” Y/N commented sarcastically. Me vale madre if you were drunk or not, we were still together.” Y/N said.

“I can make it better, please. I’m sorry I hurt you, I shouldn’t have left you, it was bad judgment on my part.” Walter said, he was going to wrap his arm around her when Y/N moved away.

“Now is not the time Walter.” Y/N said.

“What happened to Oso?” Walter asked.

“You lost that nickname the minute you slept with Angie. The worst part about ALL OF THIS is that you needed her to tell you that we were perfect for each other. You needed confirmation from another person, you couldn’t just take my word for it. You didn’t want me to smother you? Well congratulations, Walter, I won’t be here to smother you anymore.” Y/N said, walking upstairs, Walter following suit. He saw her pull out a suitcase, she was packing.

“No, please don’t leave me, we have to talk about this, please.” Walter said. Y/N looked up to see Walter’s eyes, his once bright blue eyes were now dull.

“Fine, you want to talk, let’s talk. How was your night with Angie?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t understand.” Walter said.

“Then let me help you understand. While I was home watching movies, you were fücking Angie in her house, how was she in bed? Is that clear enough?” Y/N asked kinda aggressively.

“I can’t answer that.” Walter stated.

“You’re the one who wanted to talk.” Y/N reminded him.

“It was different, you and I have always made love, Y/N. Angie was nothing compared to what we have.” Walter said. Y/N got closer to Walter.

“Had, Walter.” Y/N said, she finished packing her suitcase with her clothes, towels, and toiletries. She got the suitcase and started walking downstair, opening the front door, Walter trailed behind her. “You finally did it, Walter, you pushed me away, I hope you’re happy.” Y/N gave Walter his key back.

“What can I do to fix this? Fix us?” Walter asked.

“I just need time. I can’t sleep in the same bed with you or stay in the same house with you knowing that if we have another fight, you’d go to Angie, that you slept with Angie. The day I moved in, you promised me that you’d never hurt me and I believed you, guess we were both wrong.” Y/N said. She left and closed the door. Walter immediately broke down crying on the floor, he messed up big time.

Y/N entered her car and called one of her friends from the hospital.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up, how’s your weekend?” Her friend asked.

“Hey Blair, um, I was wondering if I can stay at your house for a few days or a few weeks.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, babe, stay with me as long as you need, okay? You sound like you’ve been through it. Go over to my house, I’ll call Seth and let him know, okay. Love you, bye." Blair hung up and Y/N but Blair's address on her phone and drove to her house. She saw Blair's husband, Seth, outside the house with the door open, along with two kids playing in the front yard with a cavalier king charles spaniel. Y/N parked her car in the driveway and got out.

"Y/N, its so nice to meet you, you need any help with your bag?" Seth asked.

"No, its fine, I got it." Y/N said. "How old are they?" Y/N asked Seth, entering the house.

"7 and 4. The dog is 2. We don't have the guest room set up so you will have to sleep on the couch tonight, is that alright?" Seth asked.

"Of course, I’m intruding. I will help with dinner and cleaning.” Y/N said.

“Sounds like a deal.” Seth said

Walter has been throwing himself into work since she left 4 days ago. Whenever there was an interrogation and the suspect would get testy, Walter took out all his anger on them. However, Commissioner Harper has had enough of Walter’s anger issues.

“Marshall, you can’t keep hulking out on the suspects/perps, we’ll get nowhere. Go home, you’re not coming back until you fix whatever problem you have going on.” Harper said. Walter huffed and walked out.

When he made it home and saw the picture of him and Y/N together, he decided it was time to get her back. He got in his truck, bought her favorite flowers, and went to the hospital she worked at. He got out of the truck and entered the hospital lobby.

“Hi, I’m Walter Marshall, I’m here to see Y/N L/N, she’s a nurse.” Walter said.

“Do you know what floor she’s working on?” The receptionist asked.

“Can’t you check?” Walter asked.

“She’s assigned to me 9th floor, here’s your visitor pass.” The receptionist said and Walter thanked her. He saw that a lot of people were waiting for the elevator so he decided to take the stairs. Luckily for him, this was light work compared to his SWAT training. He stopped at the 9th floor and walked to the nurse station.

“Hello, can I…oh it’s you.”

“Nice to see you too, Blair. Do you know where Y/N is?” Walter asked, lowkey out of breath,

“Why would I tell you? She’s devastated over his things ended.” Blair said.

“That’s why I’m here, to make things right. Where is she?” Walter asked again.

“She’s getting a translator from the supply closet.” Blair answered, pointing towards the door and Walter thanked her. He opened the door and saw Y/N in her light blue scrubs, her hair (down, braided, in a ponytail, up to you!), he closed the door and Y/N turned around.

“Walter, what are you doing here?” Y/N asked. Walter saw that Y/N had dark circles under her eyes, Y/N noticed the same thing about Walter. His hair was messier than usual.

“I came to win you back.” Walter says, handing Y/N the flowers.

“Flowers? You think you can fix everything with flowers?” Y/N said.

“No, but I think this might fix everything.” Walter said.

You better learn to grovel Get down on your knees Begging for forgiveness like "please, oh baby, please" I want all the tears streaming down your pretty face Telling me I'm someone that you can't replace I want you to grovel, grovel

Walter got down on his knees in front of Y/N, looking up at her like he was worshiping a goddess, on his mind he was.

“Please forgive, Y/N, you mean the whole world to me, these last few days have been utter torture, my house doesn’t feel like a home anymore, you brought light to my life, I am nothing without you.” Walter starts tearing up, voice breaking. “Please, baby, please forgive me, I made a terrible mistake, I admit that, you are someone that I can’t replace, no one, and I mean no one could replace you. You are so special to me, I am so lucky to have you, and I will worship the ground you walk on if you let me, please. I don’t know what I’ll do without you in my life.” When Walter was finished with his little speech, both of them were crying.

“Of course I forgive you, Oso. Now get up, the floor is filthy.” Y/N said, helping Walter up. Walter laughed lightly, getting up, and pulling Y/N into a kiss. She pulled away. “So I don’t have to worry about Angie?”

“Of course not, my love, I am in love with you, I dreamt about you since you left, I missed you. I will worship you everyday until I die, no one compares to you, I swear.” Walter said, kissing her once more.

“Thank you for the flowers. And thank you for coming all the way here to apologize, must’ve been hard with Blair being in the front today.” Y/N said, smelling the flowers.

“No it was not. Quick question, not that I’m ungrateful or anything, thank you for forgiving me, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t, but why did you?” Walter asked. Y/N pretended to think.

“Have I ever told you that I love when a man grovels and begs?” Y/N playfully asked and Walter laughed wholeheartedly.

“Good to know for the future. I’ll see you at home.” Walter kissed her goodbye, both of them walking out of the supply closet.

“See you at home.” Y/N said, still holding the flowers.

Walter walked back to his truck and got in. Smiling to himself, she’s coming back home, back to me

The End

Hope y’all liked it, was it too long? Was it good? I don’t know how to write couple fights, clearly. This took forever to write

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sgiandubh · 8 months

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From California to the New York island... - The 2023 edition

I will probably quickly learn not to post exceedingly allusive things when I am running out of time and yet have to jot down the lightbulb moment, lest it's gone forever.

This morning, I mentioned in my post some images that were still freshly baked and put out for consumption on the two main Mordorian news outlets. When people started to ask in droves during my coffee & lunch breaks, I knew I had to go further, despite my deep, jaded reluctance to revisit my own musings. So now, with laundry on the way (fi-nal-ly!) and a hot cocoa by my side, let's hit the road.

This time, we're going to do it with pictures. It's easier, including for the people from Pyongyang, ahem, Mordor. And the dang simplistic context allows for it: what is there to theorize when the strings are so conspicuous?

I was writing, this morning:

This is the image the Mordorian Pravdas didn't show you:

La Niña Vaquera, feeling maybe a bit shot to the curb, when clearly the whole party vibe is where (Red Dress?) Melanie, the MPC boys band and the Blonde Brigade are. Possibly in a chit-chat with somebody who is not S., classy red plastic cup in hand. I had to re-watch the snippet at least six times in a row to find her (a very taxing job, but hey, it's for the cause). Maybe talking to the somebody whose +1 she plausibly was?

FYI, S never looked at her, never touched her, never engaged with her. Not even when she took her artillery sightseeing, while they were cheering with rapture, shot glasses in hand:

Red arrow is BBC, aka La Niña Vaquera. S is offscreen, to the left, looking at who I think is Duncan Millership (blue arrow), who also was with S at the Sasnak City event, and introduced by him as his new manager. @rosfrank confirmed this morning, in one of the comment threads:

So, rather inconclusive, eh?

With KE/Cucumber Yoga Chick out of the building with a bang, we had to somehow be led further on the Breadcrumb Trail, so serviceable *urv obliged and posted the infamous Shutters Pic I also mentioned and described. If you want to see it, park your drones in her backyard: I am not going to post it, because she arrowed it and the least thing I want is to have Ye Auld Wraith (or anyone, for that matter) on my back stat.

To make it clear: would it be for the first time in the history of mankind when a groupie checks in at the same hotel? But hey, let's be pessimistic for once and suppose she's the new Calendar Girl (based on what, I wonder). She went there, took the pic, leaked it and au revoir, les enfants. Fair's fair, for the Banana Boat Day-oh experience.

And then, we have the 'Fan Pic' who bamboozled the tired, weary masses, courtesy of the other Mordorian, CNN-style, news outlet. This I can post: I stole it from @bat-cat-reader and she never minds.

Conveniently, the woman who posted this very clear latergram does not comment. You bet she doesn't. So, I draw some arrows: let's see where they take us.

The hair is not right, as compared to Banana Boat Day-oh:

What do we say? One inch? One inch and a half longer? Three days later? I should pray for the same to happen to my waistline, but the other way round, then.

And then, also: where is...

Yeah: where's the scar, Sir?

Do you see it? I almost broke my nose and I haven't.

Irrespective of what Mordorian media reported, that is not an MPC rucksack, in the picture.

This is an MPC black rucksack:

Featuring this very peculiar fastening system:

The bag in the picture above has a different one and no visible beige reinforcements:

Maybe the MPC bag line did not exist on the surface of this planet when the pic was taken? Maybe he used a different bag (but we know he travels with those, nowadays) ? At any rate, that is not an MPC one.

And because the third time is always a charm, the Water Bottle. Also suggested (less insistently, though) as belonging to the MPC line.

This is an MPC Peaker water bottle:

With this type of bore:

The one in the picture is, again, different, IMHO, even if the image is very blurry:

I wanted to round this up with a bang and identify the damn logo, because I think it might provide very useful clues. I tried, damn I did, but was unsuccessful. I leave this to better sleuths than I.

Until further evidence, I stand on a very reserved ground concerning BBC. There is still absolutely nothing to write home about. But sure, go ahead and make up your own mind. By all means and I mean it. And sorry for the length of it, of course.

[edited for the fourth arrow]

Fuck, I forgot The Vest.

Weather forecast for yesterday, in Santa Monica, Ca.:

Why the vest on the same man who wrote in Waypoints:

Flying somewhere, perhaps?

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barcalover86 · 11 months

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A fic about Pedri who’s girlfriend works in corporate finance and has insecurities about herself when she hears from one of his exes about his playboy lifestyle before he met her

Pedri One Shot

Insecure- P.G. x Reader

Hola a todos, so happy for my first request!❤️ Hope you like it!!

Be free to send me requests, I will answer you all!!!

I've been with Pedri for 7 months. He is my first boyfriend. I trust him more than anyone, I gave myself to him. Since the beginning, I knew that he had a few relationships, but he always says that I am his first love.

I am no one special, just a 20 year old girl who works as a corporate finance. I've been doing this job for some time, my family not being as rich as they would like to. All the time, I tried to help them with some money, and now me dating pedri helped their situation a lot.

People know about our relationship, but they don't see as often together. We try to be as private as possible so that we can enjoy each other truly.

We have pretty busy schedules and only see each other after 7 p.m. (19:00). I work a lot and enjoy what I do, but being so far away from my boyfriend isn't the best thing.

When we see each other at home, he is really tired and wants to sleep. We started to talk so little, only hellos and how was your day, and that's all. I try not to let these bad feelings affect me, but every day, it's starting to be harder and harder.

I miss my boyfriend a lot, but try to understand him. After all, he is a famous football player for Barcelona. Not everyone can achieve that.

This morning, I woke up early having a bad feeling about this day. Pedri has training at 12 p.m. today (12:00), so at this hour, he is still sleeping peacefully next to me, his hand being around my waist. I smile at his beautiful face, kissing slowly his forehead.

I am so in love with him and can't believe how lucky I got having a boyfriend like him.

I get out of bed and get ready to leave for work. After I ate some eggs, I went once again to kiss Pedri's face, who was still sleeping, probably dreaming.

When I arrived at the building, I said hello to everyone I knew and went to my office. I had a lot to do today, so I didn't even realise that it was already time for lunch break. Pedri must be training now, so I hope everything goes alright for him. I decided to go to one supermarket that was near me to get some food for me to eat and a drink. When I left the building, I heard someone pronouncing my boyfriend's name. I look around to find one of his ex-girlfriends, the prettiest one, in my opinion.

"No se, chica. Cómo pudo dejarme por... ella!? Has visto cómo se ve? No puedo decir lo que le gusta de ella." (I don't know, girl. How could he leave me for her? Can't tell what she likes about her.) you heard her saying.

You start to feel really, really bad about herself.

"No te preocupes. Él la dejará pronto como lo hizo con todas las chicas. Tal vez todavía tengas una oportunidad con ella. de verdad eres la mas linda" (Don't worry. He'll leave her soon like he left all the girls. Maybe you still have a chance with him. You are really the most beautiful one), her friend told her.

I trust Pedri with all my heart, but right now, I start to overthink. Am I good enough for him? Does he still love me? These days he is very distant, but it's only because he is stressed about the next matches that are really important...right?

"Si, probablemente. Como si se fuera a dormir con chicas todo el tiempo. Todo el mundo sabe que tuvo sexo con muchas chicas solo para sus necesidades. Este hombre no tiene sentimientos, simplemente perfecto para mí. Somos exactamente iguales. Y, Dios, echo mucho de menos su lengua. Realmente es un <magician>." (Yes, probably. Like he goes to sleep with girls all the time. Everyone knows that he had sex with many girls just for his needs. This man has no feelings, just perfect for me. We are exactly the same. And, gosh, I miss his tongue so much. He really is a magician.) his ex said to her friend.

I walked away in tears. My mind was only on his ex's words. First of all, I can't believe he was with that girl, and second of all..does he cheat on me? I couldn't eat anymore, so I went back to my office with only one bottle of water. I had to stay here another 5 hours. I tried not to think about the worst and concentrate on my work, but my kind wouldn't let me.

I didn't know what to believe. I felt so heartbroken, and if pedri was seeing someone while being with me, I couldn't blame him. I wasn't a model, an influencer. I didn't know how to do a pretty makeup for me, so mostly I only wore mascara. I didn't have an athletic body like other people he slept with, and now my mind was on, "what was he thinking when he saw me naked for the first time?".

The rest of the time, I was silently crying. Didn't even finish my work, so my boss got mad at me but eventually forgave me. I really appreciated that.

When I got home (7:30 p.m/ 19:30), I was surprised to see that Pedri wasn't home. I started to panic really hard. Maybe he was with a girl? You two didn't have your moment for almost 2 weeks now, and maybe he was needy? But why wouldn't he tell you that, you could have helped him.

When your boyfriend came home was 8:46 p.m. (20:46). He never came that late without telling you. You tried to call him several times, but he didn't pick up the phone nor answered your messages. You were worried that he might have gotten into an accident, but somehow managed to calm yourself down when you saw him standing in front of you.

"Hol-" he wanted to say, but you interrupted him. "Dónde estabas?" (Where were you?).

He looked into your eyes and saw that you had been crying. "Amor, estas bien?" (Love, you okay?) he asked, worried. "Paso algo? Estabas llorando, mi niña?" (Something happened? Were you crying, my girl?)

He quickly went to hold you, but you stepped back. He heart ached. Did he do something wrong?

"Me repito Pedro. Dónde estabas?" (I repeat myself, Pedro. Where were you?) you asked again, now a little bit more angry.

"En el entrenamiento, mi amor. Te dije hace unos días que tengo una entrevista a las 2 p.m.(14:00) y luego mi entrenamiento empieza a las 5 p.m. (17:00)" (At training, my love. I told you a few days ago that I have an interview at 14:00 and then my training starts at 17:00)

You suddenly remembered that he told you that. You start to feel so bad that you forgot about him. You felt the tears forming but didn't want to cry. You still weren't sure that these days he hadn't seen any other girl. You were a shy girl, but you really wanted answers, so you spoke what you felt.

"Te sientes caliente?" (Do you feel needy?)

"Que?" (What?) he answered, really confused. "Qué quieres decir?" (What do you mean?)

"Te hago sentir satisfecho? Si estuvieras caliente, ¿vendrías a mí? Me lo dirías? Soy lo suficientemente bueno para ti? Soy al menos la mitad de sus estándares? Todavía me amas? Me amaste alguna vez? Si quieres tener sexo con alguna chica, dímelo. Nos separamos y luego-" (Do I make you feel satisfied? If you were horny, would you come to me? would you tell me? Am I good enough for you? Am I at least half your standards? Do you still love me? Did you ever love me? If you want to have sex with a girl, tell me. We break up and then-) you started but he interrupted you.

"No no no no. No te atrevas a decir algo así! No te atrevas a pensar tan bajo de ti mismo!! Eres mi primer amor, y me duele muchísimo cuando te escucho hablar de eso. No quiero a ninguna otra chica excepto a ti, mi amor. Te quiero a ti y solo a ti. Por supuesto que estoy necesitado de ti. Quiero cada minuto para estar contigo. Me haces sentir tan bien en la cama y nuestro amor es el más fuerte." (No no no no. Don't you dare say something like that! Don't you dare think so low of yourself!! You are my first love, and it hurts so much when I hear you talk about yourself like that. I don't want any other girl except you, my love. I love you and only you. Of course, I am needy towards you. I want every minute to be with you. You make me feel so good in bed, and our love is the strongest.)

In that moment, you started to cry. He hugged you, and when you were ready, you told him everything. He listened carefully, making sure to leave kissing all around your body.

"Déjame mostrarte lo bien que me haces sentir. Déjame mostrarte lo hermosa que eres, mi dulce vida." (Let me show you how good you make me feel. Let me show you how beautiful you are, my sweet life.) he told you and carried you to your room where you spend the night together.

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[daryl dixon] [cxm!r] [fanfic] [daryl forced to sub, rope play, body worship, muscle worship, edging, overstim, praise kink, all to daryl]

ya i am a horny fucker what about it

Same lol anyway

Got board a wrote dialog in a accent not happening again

Slutty!needy!Daryl Dixon x Top!male!reader

------♡Starved♡------

growls.

"Need somethin’, dar?" You say, not looking up from your book. Daryl stares you down with deadly eyes

You sigh. "Come ‘ere," you say, as you put the book down.

He sighs and walks over. He looks down, standing before you. Then, he stares at you with his sapphire eyes, waiting for you to talk.

You pat your leg and say, "Sit down, baby." He obeys but is still on edge. "'m not yer 'baby,'" he says in his southern drawl, eyes hard. l"What do ya want?" "What happened out there?" You gently rub his back. "You seem so tired." You reply softly.

"Gotta lot on mah mind," He admitted as his expression softened. You can tell he's tired by the way he leans his head on your shoulder. His short black hair sticks up in various places. His clothing has seen better days. There are dirt streaks on his face, and there's a cut on his forehead. He's tired, hungry, and ready to take on the apocalypse. The world around you is silent and still. Daryl closes his eyes and leans into your shoulder with a deep sigh. He seems to be relaxed.

"Wanna go home?"

He sighs at your words, "Home... What does home even mean anymore? Everywhere I go, death follows." he pauses"'m tired."

"Alright, le’s go home." You pick him up, your muscles flexing softly, and carry him back to your shared house in Alexandria.

Daryl grumbles and blushes, unable to contain a slight look of amusement at your show of strength. He scrunches his face slightly as he tries to maintain his tough guy act. He looks down at your feet, unable to look you in the eyes as you carry him. He gives up and relaxes into your arms completely. He lets out a soft sigh.

We get home, and I spend about an hour and a half trying to get him in the shower.

Daryl sits in the shower, silent. He isn't exactly crying, but it is clear that he has been. His face is streaked with tears, and his eyes are red. He stares ahead of him, his face stony and unfocused. He's trying to stay in his tough guy persona to maintain what's left of his dignity and his pride. But in reality, he isn't the tough guy he likes to think he is. He's tired. He's hungry. He's not a hero or a leader. He's a survivor. And he's struggling.

I grab the shampoo and rub it into his greasy, matted hair.

Daryl flinches.

"Oi! Stop!" he snaps, in a louder tone than intended. He's embarrassed and is trying to maintain his tough guy act while fighting back against his tired, bruised, and battered nature. But it's obvious he desperately needs a wash. He's been out of action for a while and has accumulated a fair amount of grime and dirt on his face and body. Despite his best attempts to stay stone-faced, he cannot hide his exhaustion. His eyes are bloodshot, his face is drawn, and he is covered in days worth of facial hair.

"Daryl!" you shout, putting your hands on your hips.

Daryl scowls at you. It's clear his true self is beginning to show.

"... What?" he says through gritted teeth, his face still covered in cuts, tracing trails down the sides of his face. A bruise can be seen on the skin of his neck.

"Yer actin’ like a toddler, just let me wash ya," you say with a huff. Your face is stern, your [E/c] eye glaring at him; he knows he won't win this argument.

His shoulders sag and his arms droop limply by his side as he allows you to take control of the situation.

"... Fine." He says this dejectedly, letting out another sigh, and lowers his head. You can see the tears that have been streaming down his face. The rough look on his face is starting to give way. Reality is catching up to Daryl. He is tired, and he hurts.

"Good boy, see that wasn't hard, was it?" you say, washing the shampoo out of his hair and then washing it out of yours. You smile and grab the Lofa and some body soap; it foams up nicely.

Daryl rolls his eyes. His tough-guy act is completely gone. He's not even trying at this point. Daryl's once rough expression has softened. His eyes are no longer stern and aggressive. They look tired. Exhausted, even. His face is relaxed. Daryl just stands there, looking at you with his sapphire eyes while not saying a word. However, he can't hide how grateful he is for the bath. The dirt and grime of the outside world are being removed, and Daryl can't help but feel a little bit of relief from the process.

You wash the dirt and gore off of his toned body and clean yourself, as well.

Daryl sighs, his eyes still closed. A small part of him enjoys the feeling of getting clean, even if he doesn't want to admit it. A smile crosses his bloodied lips as you clean his hair. The dirt, sweat, grease, and blood that have been covering his face for days are finally being washed away, leaving soft, smooth skin beneath.

You finish up and head to bed. You go to the closet and grab a box from the closet.

"Hey now, I don' bottom," he says sharply. His southern accent becomes thicker.

"'Didn't ask, now sit up," you command, not looking at him as you dig through the box and pull out some rope.

He looks over at you with a confused look. You quickly tie the rope around his arms and legs so he can't move, and you take another piece to make a nice design.

He glares up at you. "Too tight?" You ask.

"Nome…. t‘s not too tight," he replies, a faint smile on his lips. But while he seems to be enjoying himself, a certain look of confusion forms on his face. It's almost like he's shy. Daryl tries his best to maintain his tough-guy act, but to no avail. He's so used to being in charge. So used to being the "big man" and the "leader". But now? Now he's just...happy. He's embarrassed to have been tied up so easily, and this, of all things, is making Daryl feel...shy and vulnerable.

"Good. You look so fuckin hot like this, tied up just for me," you smirk as you run your hand up and down his thigh.

"Yer going to sit here and be a good boy, yeah?" You declare before you stop touching him.

"Y-yes’sir," he said, and there was not a trace of his usual bold, brash, and cocky attitude. This is a new Darryl—the calm, reserved, and shy one. The Daryl you never knew existed.

"Good."

He's not used to being the one who is being "led" in a situation like this. But despite his shyness, Daryl does not argue with you. He is your "good boy", and he will do what you order. He nods again before speaking up, trying to maintain a calm and level tone.

"Yea ‘m yer good boy," he says quietly .

"Look at all those muscles," you say as you run your hand over Daryl's biceps, "nice and pudgy," and you give them a squeeze.

Daryl blushes as you run your hand over his biceps. Your words make him feel shy. Despite his tough, no-nonsense persona, Daryl secretly loves it when you show him affection. You can tell he's not a person who is used to receiving compliments like this. He's the kind of person who always has to be tough and "macho" all the time, but deep down, he loves it when you compliment him. He secretly craves validation and praise. Daryl starts to calm himself down again, taking deep breaths to clear his head. You can see the relief on his face as the tension leaves his body.

"Ya like that?" you whisper in his ear.

Daryl gasps at your whisper. The tone of your voice sent a flutter through his heart. He stares at you, a slight shade of pink on his cheeks. This is Daryl, who loves to be given praise and to be praised for what he does. He loves your attention.

"Tell me what ya want, Daryl."

Daryl blushes profusely and turns his cheeks a bright pink. Despite his tough-guy persona, Daryl has a soft side. He enjoys praise, validation, and affection. This is the Daryl you don't often see out on the streets. This is Daryl, who is shy and introverted. But still... Your words and your actions have an impact on him.

"Answer me, Daryl."

The prideful, "macho" side of Daryl starts to take over again. He's the "big man", the leader. He can't show weakness! If he does, who will protect the others? The community needs him! But Daryl's vulnerable side still wants to respond honestly. Daryl feels torn. In the end, Daryl chooses to be honest. He's always been honest. Daryl's a survivor. But his honesty is part of what makes him Daryl, so he is always honest. What comes out is his honest answer—the answer to your question.

Despite being stubborn and tough and being seen as a strong, independent man, he's still a human being. And a romantic and a lover, too. And he is not afraid to admit that. Daryl gives you a soft smile and nods back in reply to your question. Daryl's heart begins to beat faster, fluttering like a bird's wings in his chest. Blood floods through his body, leaving his face red. His eyes are still locked on yours. You're close to Daryl now. He can feel your warmth and your touch. This is something Daryl is not used to. In a way, he's embarrassed by these feelings, but in another way, it's something Daryl craves. He craves love, affection, and attention. Your attention, specifically. And Daryl doesn't know anything about words, anyway. All he knows... in action

"Say what ya want," you tighten you grip on his chin.

"T-touch me please," Daryl begged.

"Touch ya where?" You smirk, knowing it'll break his ego a bit.

"I- Anywhere, j-just be gentle." He looks up, his face flushed with embarrassment, his ego hurt.

"Of course, sweetheart, 'll be gentle." You lean forward and kiss Daryl.

Daryl melts into the kiss,

He lets out a deep sigh of relief as he relaxes into your touch, while your hand gently traces and caresses his cheek. Daryl looks at you with his sapphire eyes, wide-eyed and a little bit scared as the situation sets in.

"Don' worry, 'll go slow," you say, resting your hand on the side of his face.

"L-Listen..." Daryl says, stammering a little. He looks a little embarrassed. He rests his head on your hand, and he looks away from you. You can tell it was an action he didn't anticipate, and he is at a loss for words. The man in front of you is very unfamiliar and very different from the Daryl you see every day. It seems that when Daryl gets emotional, he can't help but lose all his usual composure and dignity.

"Hm?"

"W-Well, listen, I..." he stammered again, and he struggled to even form basic sentences. He looks up at you expectantly. He cleared his throat and looked a little flustered, his eyes darting from the floor to your face and back again, trying to find something to say. It's like the Daryl you thought you knew has left the chat. Right now, the Daryl you're talking about is not the strong, "macho" guy he usually is. He's the Daryl that craves affection and attention.

"Take yer time, 'm plenty patient," you smile at him.

Daryl is vulnerable, and he craves affection, attention, and validation, but he won't say it aloud because it is too embarrassing.

"Ye alright, honey?" you said in a worried tone, your words soft and caring.

He shakes his head; he feels vulnerable under your gaze. The rope isn't helping; he's shy and embarrassed and craves your touch.

"Don' worry, 'll be careful with-cha." Your voice is intoxicating for Daryl ; he wants you in him. Wants you to whisper sweet affirmations in his ear.

He blushes hard; he's supposed to be a man, supposed to take care of you, but here he is wanting your touch, wanting to be taken care of.

"Don' worry, honey; I know what ya want. Ya want my hands all over you; you want to be touched; you want to be taken care of. 'll make sure yer needs get taken care of.”

You were right, and you knew it, but it's too embarrassing for him to admit it yet. It's too much for him to bear. But deep down, his eyes say more than his lips could ever tell you. You have found the hidden Daryl, and he's vulnerable—vulnerable and craving validation. Daryl craves affection, attention, and praise. And he deserves it. He's sensitive and in need of love.

You run your hand over his pecs, then his stomach, then his thighs, saying, "What soft skin ye have, all scared and pretty."

As your hands run down his body, they leave a tingling trail. It's something he hasn't felt in years. He loves it. You see what your touch does to him—he's flushed from embarrassment. You smile

You smirk, "God, I think 'm goin’ to need to mark you up; I'd love to see you with my bitemarks going down yer chest." Daryl blushes heavily, his mouth slightly ajar. There's a small heat building in his abdomen.

You lean forward and gently bite his neck, making sure you leave a hickey. Daryl shutters, his neck is sensitive, and the feeling is intense. He looks up at you, his eyes like big sapphires. You can see how much he craves this sensation. You go back to biting him, trailing down his chest, and kissing in between the makeshift shibari. "Mmm," he holds back a moan as his head hits the headboard. Daryl looks at you with lidded eyes; he needs your touch; he's completely at your mercy. You hold the power; Daryl's all yours.

Daryl's breath hitches as you kiss his lower abdomen, his whole body burning. He's scared to show this side of him—the soft, touch-starved, needy part of him. He thinks it's his weakness. You stop kissing his body and sit back up and put your hand on his cheek, saying, "Ya look so pretty like this." You lean forward and give him a quick kiss; he looks at the floor, embarrassed. Although his body's acting normally. He's sheepish about it, about how he leans into your touch and wants you closer, about the heat growing between his legs.

He thrusts up, trying to get any friction at all, and he lets out a needy moan. You smile and move away slightly; "Need som’ help?" you say with a shite-eating grin. "YES! Please. Please touc-" you start kissing him. Dragging your hand up his thigh slowly Daryl kisses back excitedly, and when you pull apart Daryl's breathless and panting slightly, his eyes are closed. He's so needy as you get closer and closer to his member, but you stop right before.

“Huh?” he looked hurt and slightly embarrassed.daryls is unable to make eye contact. “Beg” you commanded. “please…” he said meekly, his tone sheepish and soft. “Please what?” your stern voice “i… i need you…”daryl spoke quietly, looking away from you he can't bring himself to look at you. “Need me to what?” your tone is much sweeter now. Daryl blushed the heat of embarrassment rising to face, his heart fluttering and his mind a whirl of emotion. He couldn't think straight, you face inches away from him, your hands spreading his thighs, “anything” is all he could manage. “Want me to touch you” you pry him for an answer, he nods, you put your hand on his cheek and make him look at you. “Alright” you say burying your face in the side of his neck. You wrap your hand around his shaft and move at a painfully slow pace.

Daryl bit his lip trying to suppress his soft mewls, he hasn't been touched like this in years. He rutts into your hand and you stop moving, “no moving honey '' Daryl whines in response, tears of frustration start to form. You move your free hand to his hip to hold him in place and go back to your pace, his crumbles and starts begging for you. “Please, i- ‘m a good boy,” he pleads. You bite your lip and start to move much faster, sending shocks of pleasure through him. “Fuck yeah, ye are such a good boy” you voice echos around the bedroom, daryls brain is turning to mush as you praise him, and love on him. The room fills with lustful sounds ``that better?” “mhm” is all he can manage. “What do ya say daryl?” your voice antagonizing, “t- thank you, s-”

“Ya close?” he doesn't respond, “i need ya to talk to me daryl '', he says yes but it's hard to, .he lets out a choked moan, you can tell he's close so you stop and grab a bottle of lube. His powerful thighs quiver when you stop, he's panting “wh-why’d ya stop?” he pleaded quietly “cant have ya cummin yet can we” you spread the lube around your fingers, and gently put one in him. His face contorts eyebrows drawn to each other as he screws his eyes shut, but soon relaxes. You pump it a bit before adding another finger. As you stretch him out you can help but listen to his stifled moans.

There's a light layer of sweat coming at him “ye look pretty like this' ' he doesn't respond and you don't make him respond, you decide he's stretched enough and slick up you dick. “Ya ready dar?” After a couple seconds he nods, you slowly push in, his face twists in discomfort and pain, you pause halfway so he can adjust. He nods and you fully bottom out in him and he lets out a small sob, you wrap your arms around him and stay like that for a while til he starts grinding down.

You pull all the way out then gently push back on him, it's clear he's never bottomed before. You keep your arms around his midsection and your face in the bend of his neck, his chin on your shoulder. You keep your pace for a while before speeding up, he bites down on your shoulder to hide his moans. It's still embarrassing to him.

You feel his legs start to shake and his knees clench around your waist, you slip one hand into his hair and gently pull at it. “Good boy… so good”is the last thing Daryl hears before the coil in his stomach breaks,his whole body spasms.

He paints your stomachs with cum. He pants heavily as your thrusts get slopier and erratic. “In- in or out” you say unevenly your quick breaths now audible “in '' daryl says still heaving. After a few more thrusts and more whines from daryl. You slam into him and release as deep as you can. You thrust one more time before pulling out.

You sit up and look at Daryl, his hairs messy, and he's covered in sweat and semen. His chest rises and falls as his pants grow softer. You wrap your hand around his now flacid dick and give it a few more tugs, he squeezes his eyes and wines in a high pitched voice, you stop before he gets hard again and grab some tissues to clean him up a bit. You cut the rope off of him and lay next to him. He curls up in your arms and you both fall asleep next to each other.

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chaotic-on-main · 8 months

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Ooh okay soo! I think this is how you ask to partake in your ice cream event…. But can I order…

Matcha Green tea + Candy…

For an idea… Perhaps both the reader and MGT (yes I am now casually calling Heicho that) both have feeling for each other, but Green Tea tries to keep Reader away from him, to try and cut out his feelings. But after they/he have a close call on a mission he realises he can’t go without telling them how he really feels 🤭

I’m not sure if we specify preferred pronouns, but ig AFAB? No worries if you change it! <3

Excited to see this event <3

Order up!! One matcha green tea with candy for Koko!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairing ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!Reader (could be gn! tho)

☾ Content/Warning ➼ canon, season 4 (raid on liberio), injured reader, mutual pining, confession, fluff, slight hurt but mainly comfort, iykyk about the ending 🫡🫢

☾ A/N ➼ Hi Koko!! Sorry this took so long, I'm slowly but surely working on these requests lol. When I got Baldur's Gate 3, I kind of just got tunnel vision and forgot that I had a job to do LMAO. But I did it!! I hope you like it, I had some fun with it. It is dialogue heavy but it turned out okay I think lol. Anyways!! Thank you for sending in a request! Have a lovely rest of your evening/day whenever you see this! <3

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The sound of your feet squishing in the thick mud is the only sound you hear outside of the rushing of blood that runs in your ears from your anger. Your goal is in sight, a lantern lit and casting shadows against canvas confirming that the one person you want to see right now is still awake. You're not just mad, you're annoyed and a little offended.

The moment you reach the tent you were so adamant to reach, you don't hesitate to pull back the flap and step in. You're met with a back turned to you as the owner leans over a table on both arms to look at something. He doesn't say anything, but you know he knows you're here.

“Levi, what the hell?” You raise a piece of paper clutched between tight fingers, crinkled from being balled up in the minutes it took you to find the captain.

“Why are you still here? Head back to Shiganshina.” Levi's voice is low. Not in a threatening way, just tired. Exhausted. Even in his white undershirt, you can see his back muscles tense as his fingers grip the edge of the desk.

“I'm not going.” You press, digging your heels into the soft floor of Levi's tent.

“Yes, you are. It's an order.”

“I'm not going back. You can't make me.”

“The hell I can't. Are you really about to fight a direct order?” Levi finally turns around to face you, arms crossed against his chest as he scowls at you. Steel gray eyes cut at you with annoyance and you're quick to shoot back daggers of stubborn defiance.

“Le-"

“No. I don't want you with us. I said you're staying here.” Levi seethes.

You huff heavily as you rip up his written request to return home, letting the pieces flutter to the ground. You turn on your heels and storm out of the tent, your hands balling into fists so tight that your nails dig into your palms with angry tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. He can order you all he wants but you were not out of options. Commander Hange’s tent was your next destination.

If looks could kill, Captain Levi would have murdered you ten times over. You didn't have to look his way to know that his icy glare bore holes in the back of your head as you both waited in the shadows for any sign that Eren needed backup.

“Does the back of my head look appealing to you?” You retort dryly, making sure your voice was quiet enough to not be found out but loud enough for Levi's sensitive ears to pick up.

“Hardly.” His gaze doesn't leave though, that much you know.

“I don't regret coming.”

“Tch, I'm sure you don't.”

“Are you going to be mad at me all night?” Your fingers tap nervously on the metal of your guns, the noise of it echoing down the alley you and Levi were in. Not at Levi's attitude to you, but for the fight that is already ensuing around you.

“Depends. Will you zip to a roof and away from the battle until it's time to leave?”

“No.”

“Then yes, I will be mad at you all night.”

You don't respond back to that. You really don't regret coming but Levi was sure to make every moment hell. From the silent treatment on the way to Libero to the dirty glances and tongue clicks thrown your way.

Fortunately, it seems you didn't need to wait very long as you watched the jaw titan leap off the roof and onto Eren's titan – its jaws already bearing down onto his neck. You finally glance back at Levi to get the okay and you watch something flash in his eyes before they narrow at you.

“He took too long. It's time to go.”

As you're about to fly up to the roof, you feel Levi grip your arm in tight fingers.

“Don't you dare die. If there's any order you're going to obey, follow that.” He doesn't wait for you to answer before throwing himself out into the raging battlefield.

You followed orders – you didn't die, though you're not sure how.

As all fights went, things happened too fast. Fellow scouts whirred around you as you tried to get from point A to point B, shooting anyone that got in your way without the scout emblem on their uniform. There were too many close calls but overall, you were doing well. Shooting was always your strong suit… but maneuvering?

You thought you were clear to zip to where Levi stood on top of the fallen beast titan's body with Zeke Jaeger in his grip. He's growling something down to the worn out Marleyan when he looks up to the noise of your ODM gear.

At first, his heavy lidded eyes glance at you impassively. But in a split second, they widen in shock as something shoves you to the side with enough force that your hooks release from the brick building you were latched onto. You're flung backwards into a pile of rubble, a plume of dust exploding on impact.

You're so disoriented that you don't feel the pain that shoots through your whole body. Your ears ring as you attempt to move but your limbs are filled with lead. It takes what feels like years for some senses to come back to you. The first thing you feel is the soreness of being thrown out of the air. The next is the sharp and agonizing pain originating from your left shoulder and radiating through your bones. Even though it's muffled, you hear your name being yelled out. Cracking an eye open, you see a shadow of a figure coming straight at you with stars dancing around them.

“Dumbass!” Levi shouts, his voice warbled from the high pitch whine in your ears. You attempt to open your eyes fully, struggling to do so. Through heavy blinks, you see gray eyes blown wide in panic.

“M'fine Levi.” Is all you're able to get out before your vision fails you and your senses cut out once again.

It feels as if you blinked and suddenly you're transported somewhere else. The moment your eyes open, you're met with a sheer curtain blowing in the gentle breeze coming from the open window. Sunlight filters through in soft rays. You're propped up against multiple pillows and lying in a plush bed. Everything aches.

As you blink awake, you look down at the state you're in.

Your body is wrapped in white bandages that circle around your chest multiple times then around your shoulder, covering enough that a top wasn't needed. You're so stiff that you can't move very easily even if you wanted to. You think you feel something wrapping around your head as well, which throbs in pain. But you're breathing easily and every toe and finger wiggle without issue. You take a look at your surroundings next.

You're in a room that looks very familiar to you. Not like you've been in this room specifically, but the architecture is something you know. Wooden paneled walls, dark wood floors, basic furniture. You almost miss it as your eyes scan the room, but they double take back to the disheveled man sleeping in what looks to be a very uncomfortable chair in an even more uncomfortable position.

He's slouched all the way back with an arm draped over his eyes, soft snores escaping the pouty lips that sit agape. He's back in the regular scout uniform, straps and all. His green cape wraps around him, the only other sign of life outside of the soft noises he makes is the lift of his shoulders as he breathes.

“Levi?” Your voice comes out scratchy and hoarse, dry from the lack of moisture.

Levi's arm slips off and he sits up with a start, his eyes looking around in surprise until they fall on you. As if a weight lifts off his chest, his face relaxes at the sight of you. He's quick to stand up and move to the other side of the room where you are before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. The sudden shift in weight moves your body and you can't help the wince that contorts your face as a hiss escapes between your clenched teeth.

“No, it's okay.” You assure when Levi moves to get up. He stays. Reaching over, he grabs the lukewarm glass of water that sits on the bedside table next to you and hovers it in front of your face. You get the hint and lean back more so he can tip it back for you, the water relieving the soreness in the back of your throat.

“Were you even thinking?” He asks once you're done. His eyebrows furrow, a look of concern laced with anxiety and a hint of anger pointed in your direction. He sets the glass back down on the wood with a ‘thunk'.

“I just thought you could use the backup.”

“I was fine. You should have gone to higher ground with the others.”

“I didn't want to sit idle while your back was open.”

“You know better than to worry about me. You're lucky the other brats were there to help grab the asshole because otherwise I-.”

“Levi, did you stay just to berate me?” Annoyance seeps into your tone as you lean back to stare at the white ceiling. Tears prick the corners of your eyes. From frustration at your situation. From the way Levi was talking to you. At yourself for making Levi so upset.

“I told you to stay here. You wouldn't have been hurt if you just stayed.”

“I was not okay with the idea of watching everyone go without me. If something happened while I was here twiddling my thumbs, I would never forgive myself.”

“And if you died, I would never have forgiven myself.”

“Why do you even care? Scouts join with the threat of dying looming over our heads all the time. I know what I signed up for.” Your eyes glare daggers into Levi's face, which stays deadpan as always.

“Because I care about you, dumbass.” Levi growls, standing up abruptly with his back to you. You can tell his arms are crossed even with the cape obscuring his upper body. He starts pacing between the desk and the bed.

“Pfft yeah okay, Captain.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I'd care about my team?”

“I'm not on your team and I didn't see you fighting to make anyone else stay home.”

“You're so dense. You know that?” Levi whips around to face you and you're shocked to find a much softer expression than what his tone indicated.

“I-"

You don't get another word in as your mouth is cut off by Levi striding over to you in a few short steps and leaning down to press his lips onto yours roughly. You instantly feel his frustration, so palpable on your tongue as he kisses you deeply.

It takes a moment for you to register what's happening and when you do, you don't hold back. Even though your body screams in agony, you pull your arms up and wrap them around Levi's neck to pull him closer as you mirror back the same intensity he was giving you.

Levi pulls away and tilts his head so that his cool forehead is resting against yours. He sighs. It's as if that pent up anger and fear he had chewing on his insides were now free, and all he felt was relief.

“I couldn't lose you. I thought if I pushed you to stay here, you would stay safe. Not saying I was right but…” He trails off.

“I'm sorry.” You whisper back, finally finding your voice.

Eventually he pulls away and sits back on the bed, staring straight ahead to the bare walls so that all you see is his side profile. His jaw tenses as he clenches it in thought. There's a soft pink dusting his cheeks from what you can tell.

“You don't need to apologize. I'm the one that's sorry, for not being honest about how I feel about you before we left. If I had, maybe you would have stayed. ”

“And how do you feel about me?”

Levi suddenly starts picking at an invisible string that must be hanging off his coat sleeve. You've never seen Levi so bashful, so shy. He doesn't even look at you as he mumbles away, voice barely audible.

“Don't make me say it.”

“These wounds may kill me, you know.” You tease.

“Tch, you're going to be fine.”

“Levi…” You say softly, reaching over to tug on his cape to get his attention. When he looks over to you, his expression looks wary like the night before the raid. Dark circles cut into the porcelain skin under his eyes which were droopy with exhaustion.

“I-I think I like you. I have for a while.”

“That much I can tell.” You retort, feeling your face bloom in heat at his adorable confession. Levi Ackerman could cut down twenty titans in the span of fifteen minutes, but he can't talk about his feelings. It was comical, in a very endearing way.

“Don’t tease me or I'll never open up to you again.” He threatens though his voice contains no malice.

“Okay, okay. But why did you wait so long to say anything?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought if I just ignored the feeling, kept you at arms length, it would go away.”

“And did it?” A smirk tugs at your lips.

“Obviously not, stupid.”

You reach your hand out to Levi, palm open and fingers loose. He regards you once again, sighing heavily before taking it into his own. His skin is calloused from his years of ODM gear usage.

“I like you too, Levi.” You give him a lopsided grin when he looks into your eyes, searching for the same sincerity that you laced into your voice. You really did, and like him you didn't say anything for the longest time. Why though, you weren't sure. Maybe for the same reason. The room is quiet save for the distant chatter from outside the window, until Levi finally pipes up eventually.

“You know, we probably don't have time for something like this right now.” He watches you with apprehension. Like he was asking for you to refute that, not like he had to ask.

“Isn't that more reason to push for it if our time is so limited anyways?”

“We could lose each other so easily in this line of work.”

“If I'm going to die anyways, I might as well live it the way I want to. I'd like to spend the rest of it with you, if you'll have me.” This catches Levi off-guard. His lips purse at the thought, but he doesn't dismiss it. In fact, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth after a moment.

“When I get back, we'll talk about it all.”

“So you are leaving. Is that why you're dressed in your uniform?” You frown.

“They're sending me to watch over the stupid monkey and there's no telling how long I'll be out there. I just didn't want to leave without making sure you were okay.”

“I'm going with you.” You shoot up, the pillows behind you toppling over. Despite the pain shooting throughout your system, you bite back the wince and attempt to throw your legs over the side of the bed.

“Don't even think about it! You're not going.” Levi grabs your leg and holds it down, stopping your momentum.

“And why not?”

“You didn't listen to me last time, listen to me now. You need to heal otherwise you're just a liability. Stay. Here.”

“You know, worry is a two way street. If we’re going to make this work, you need to be okay with me fretting over you too.” You point a finger between you and him to make the point. “I don't like the idea of you being out there with him.”

“I won't be alone, I'll be fine.”

“I'm going to need more than a ‘I'll be fine’, Levi.”

He leans towards you, both arms propped on either side of your hips and he's close enough you can smell the mint and tea leaves on his breath. There's a clarity in his eyes that wasn't there before, erasing any sign of exhaustion.

“I promise I'll be back. No matter what shape I'm in. Even if that asshole finds a way out of his shackles, I will find a way back to you.”

He leans in and kisses you again. This time softer, slower. One that sends tingles down your spine and into the tips of your toes. Before pulling away, he kisses the top of your head.

“And when I see you again, we will talk about us.”

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Treasure of the wayward price- Nikolai Lantsov x reader p2

You didn't get an opportunity to process all what had just happened. Well of course you had wished to break the perfectly shaped jaw of the Prince, but Alina had already done the honours. You hadn't spoken to Sturmhond...Nikolai after he had revealed his true identity.

"Wow, you really did became a pirate, huh?" you folded your arms infront of you, refusing to look at him

"I- well privateer actually. But yeah, I did" he replied, stepping closer to you

There was an awkward silence around you, but he cleared his throat and spoke hesitantly "So, how have you been?" he looked at you

"Fine. As fine as someone whose friend abandoned them and left without saying a word on his whereabouts or even a 'goodbye', could be" you responded, your words filled with resentment

"I- I'm really sorry for not telling you any of this earlier, but I had a reason, I-" He spoke with a saddened look. But you cut him off "You always have a 'reason' for everything, don't you?" you scoffed.

"Please, let me explain I-" You sprang up and got out of there, away form him, and didn't look back at him.

That was the only interaction you had with him, throughout your journey to Os Alta. He had tried to make jokes and witty remarks in hopes of seeing you smile once again, but you didn't. He was visiting towns, villages, churches, to sponsor his alliance with the Sun Summoner . They were waving, smiling, holding children in their arms, hold hands. And you hated every moment of it. It was all and all tolerable until...he had kissed Alina.

"Why am I even here? I can't wait to get to Os Alta and stay as far away from him, as I would be capable of. Then he can spend all his time with whoever he wishes, and I wouldn't be forced to see it all. Such a fool I was, for thinking he's still care for me. He'd still remember and cherish the moments we spent together" you were too lost in your thoughts to notice Mal nudging your elbow. You finally snapped out of your thoughts, when he said out your name. He looked hurt and didn't utter a word. You followed his gaze to see Nikolai's lips pressed against Alina's.

Your heart felt like it had crawled up to your throat. You could feel your rapid heartbeat in every part of your body. You desperately wished for the floor to tear apart and swallow you in, so you won't have to see all...this. Your brain had completely frozen up and you just stormed out of there, to wherever your feet would take you.

You had reached Os Alta after what felt like an eternity. You spent most of your time with your friends and avoided Nikolai as much as you could.

When you had told Zoya about all that had happened, she had responded with "The Prince is an idiot for passing up on you". Or maybe I was, for thinking he had loved me, you thought.

You had completed your work with David and a few others for the day and you were getting out of your workspace. It was almost midnight and there was a comforting silence surrounding the Little Palace. You were on your way to your room when you heard someone call out your name from behind. You turned around to see, Nikolai, looking at you with tired and innocent eyes.

"It's really late, you should go to bed" you turned around to leave, but he suddenly grabbed your hand.

"Please, talk to me" he said with a mournful look

"What is there to talk about?" you replied in a broken voice

"Why do you not talk to me anymore? Why have we remained nothing more than mere...strangers?" he slowly let go of your hand and stepped closer to you.

"You're a Prince, Nikolai. You deserve to be with someone who matches your status, and the Sun Summoner is the perfect choice. I'm not willing to distract you and waste your precious time" you looked immensely hurt.

"Do- do you really think of yourself that way? . I don't care of who I am, being royalty doesn't matter one bit to me. Being with you does. You matter to me"

"If I matter to you that much, then why didn't you even bother to let me know about your plans? Do you have any idea how worried I was for you? Saints, the kinds of thoughts that came to my mind. The places my mind wandered off to. I was your friend, Nikolai! I deserved to know" your voice began to raise, yet it was immensely broken and shattered

"Because you are more than just a 'friend' to me. What if I would've taken you with me and- and lost you. I could never live with myself for that. I kept you away from my plans, because they were dangerous! And I know, you are fully capable of protecting yourself but I could never bear the thought of losing you. You have no idea of how much you mean to me. You have been with me in times no one ever has. You have known me better than anyone did, you did. And I did try to send word to you, but I found out that you had sided with the darkling." his voice began to tremble.

You were utterly shocked at the words he had just said. What was ironic was that you had loved him all this time, but you had happened to be the one to consider him your 'friend'. You had been the one think of your bond as just a friendship. When it was so much more than that. You had known it, and now you realized that he did too.

"I- Nikolai.. I didn't knew that. I never did" your eyes were brimming with guilt. "The darkling- it wasn't my choice. He'd given me no other choice"

"That's why. I want to keep you away from all...this. I want you to be safe". He moved closer to you, almost too close. "You're all I have ever wanted, my love. There has been no other who came to my mind every night. There has never been anyone other whom the tiniest things remind me of. There has never been anyone, except you. I love you my dear, only you. And not even the greatest powers of the universe could ever change that"

Your mind froze up at the words he had just said. You wondered if it was real or you had finally gone crazy. There was a nervous feeling in your stomach, the one you'd get everytime he looked at you and smiled at you, but in a much greater amount.

You finally held up the courage to speak and spoke "I love you too, my dear Nikolai. I always have. And my heart could never bear to see you with anyone other than myself. And you have no idea how much pleasure and comfort it brings me to know that you feel the same" your gaze was fixed upon his.

There was small moment of silence before he asked "Can I kiss you love?"

You said nothing in reply but didn't waste another second and gently pressed your lips on his. The moment almost felt too good to be real and you slowly pulled away from him after what felt like the best moment you had in your life.

He quickly pulled you in again, one lasting much more longer and felt deeper. When you had pulled away from each other after what had felt like an eternity, you both looked deep into each other's eyes and there was a long moment of silence.

"Now that you're finally done being mad at me, what do you think of 'Sturmhond'?" he finally spoke

"Well the name sounds very fake and so does the wierd nose, but the man isn't so bad after all" you gave him a teasing smile.

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