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fairy-hub · 7 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮; 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝟕𝐤 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: stoner!tattooed!pierced!geto, shotgunning, pussy/cock-drunk, squirting, heavy praise/encouragement, struggle to ride suguru’s fat cock, friends with benefits, squirting, kissing, groping, begging, some cock sucking, daddy/mama/princess, suguru is lovesick, size kink

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @unknownspecies; stoner geto !!!

fey: I needs this! I needs it!

Admiring you Suguru’s kissable lips stretch into a lazy, cocky smirk. Tracing the inky dark lines of his large chest piece. “Wanna suck your handsome, thick, veiny cock, I’m soakin’ lookin’ at you handsome.” Lovingly gazing into his warm, hungry dark chocolate eyes. The white of his eyes is pink.

Feeling up his hard abs, tracing each line, biting your lip when they deepen. “I’ve been watching your heavy cock sway when you walk. And your ass,” groaning, Suguru quickly kisses you, blowing thick smoke into your mouth.

Slipping his tongue into your mouth, you're following his lead without a thought. Whining into the kiss, enticing a deep groan. Leaning back, staring down at you, “Beautiful mama ya want me that badly?” Blowing out the bitter smoke.

Wondering how the simple act of pushing his long hair out out of his beautiful face with his fingers could be so sexy? Suguru’s thick arm subtly flexes. The muscles of his biceps ripples beneath his pale inked-up skin. You're figuring out an answer.

Everything about him is too damn beautiful. And you’re down too badly.

Your slick trickles down your thighs. “Need ya Daddy, fuck it’s not fair how handsome you are, how big your cock is even when soft. Or how bubbly your thick ass is. You’re too much Daddy, so beautiful n’ sweet with me.” Kneeling in front of him, grabbing half hard thick cock. Sucking his fat head, swirling your tongue around him, feeling the thick, soft ridge of him.

"What isn't fair is how hot your lips 'round my cock looks." Bobbing your head, taking him in smooth deep, quick strokes. Smearing the spit along the rest of him with a swirl of your fist. "Fuck that’s it." When he curses like that your cunt clenches.

Smoke escapes as his jaw drops. His eyes roll back, thighs tremble, abs clenching. "Nnnn expecting me not to cum quickly with you suckin' on me like that isn't fair." You fondle his large balls, warm in your pam.

He confesses, "Been thinkin' 'bout ya too, woke up from a wet dream I had 'bout ya." Sliding him out with a pop, kissing along a puffy vein, feeling it pulsing beneath your lips. "I had your sexy ass riding my fat cock." Licking his cock, taking him deep into your mouth with a smooth stroke. Gagging on him, your cunt clenching around nothing.

He groans, "Please mama lemme feel your sloppy pretty cunt, been dreamin' of your soft lips wrappin' 'round me. N' how hot and wet you get for me." Standing up, he moves further back onto his bed, snuffing out his blunt. You slip off his baggy shirt you've stolen from his closet, throwing it close to his laundry bin.

Climbing onto the bed, straddling his hips, "Please? You wanna beg a little more for me?" Straddling his hips, slipping your fingers into your dripping, hot cunt. Soaking your fingers, holding them close to his lips.

"If I beg then you're doing all the work, I'm not helpin'." Licking them clean, his tongue's bar dragging along your fingers. Grabbing his heavy cock, holding it upright swiping him between your lips. Lining him up, then waiting.

Suguru groans, "Always tastin' so fuckin' good." Grabbing your hip, licking his thumb, stroking your clit. "I'll have to cum on your beautiful tits so I can eat your sloppy overstimulated cunt after you're done using my cock like a dildo." Rubbing your puffy clit faster, clenching his tip. Your slick dripping down him and your hand.

Whining, "That's not begging! I wanna hear you beggin' for me daddy, I always am for you!" He glides his large hand up your side, cupping your breast, and rubbing your soft nipple. His cocky smirk makes you hornier.

Thoughts of sitting on his face and ignoring his beautiful cock crosses your mind.

Suguru sounds so needy pleading, "Use my fat cock to take care of your beautiful dripping wet, hot tight cunt. Wanna see her take me, feel her stretch n' clench, hear you moan while my beautiful cunt squelches from how wet you are." Pushing your hips down, sinking just the tip in, clenching him tightly. He's too big for you to take anymore.

Gliding his thick cockhead, stretching your tight cunt, whining. Suguru's eyes widen, and he whines, "Princess nnnn please fuck let me feel ya more, you're so tight, hot! Need ya to ride me, wanna feel ya cum, see your sexy face when you do." Keeping him upright wishing he would slam you down on his cock. Whining in desperation, rocking your hips struggling to take more of his fat cock into your tight cunt.

"Please mama ya can take more than just the tip," moaning, partly smirking at you, "or am I too big to fit?" Digging your nails in close to his sensitive v-line, he groans his hips jerking up reflexively. Crying, pausing, the pleasure from him stroking your clit easing the aching of your cunt taking him so suddenly.

"You're ok princess. Daddy got ya, gonna make sure ya feel good while you're struggling to take me" Steadily playing with your clit, keeping his hips still. "Take ya time princess we got all day." Rocking your hips slowly, barely taking half of Suguru.

Letting Suguru go, placing your hand on his hard abs. "I love how full you make me." He slides his hand up from your breasts, wrapping his hand lightly around your neck. Pulling you down as he rises up, stopping shy of your lips.

"I fuckin' love hearing you whine, feelin' you clench," softly kissing you, "seein' ya tremblin'. You're so beautiful mama, nnng wanna be your's." Another veiny inch, clenching his waist. Getting off on the softness of his skin contrasting how hard rock hard cock.

Suguru passionately kisses you, slipping his tongue past your lips. Playing with his tongue bar before following his tongue. Rocking your hips faster, getting used to how wide he stretches you. Swirling your hips, he whines, rubbing your clit faster.

Breaking away groaning, "Love dreamin' about you, and wakin' up to you, making ya breakfast hearing your praise on how good it tastes." Gliding his hand down your chest, along your waist and over your hip.

Cupping your ass, you lay on top of him, bouncing on as much of his cock as you can fit into your sloppy wet cunt. He can't stop. "Fuck I miss ya when you sleep in your own room. You should stay with me more, wanna fall asleep and wake up holdin' ya close." Covering Suguru's face in gentle, loving kissing, steadily rocking your hips.

"I'll stay whenever you like, how long you like eatin' up your food, letting you be small or big spoon, smokin' up your bud." Feeling up his chest, your hands wandering from the sculpted curve of his sides to his thick pecs, and hard pecs.

Kissing his lips gentle, he deepens the kiss, groaning. Slipping his tongue past your lips, it’s needy, rough and passionate. You don’t pull away till your lungs are aching for air.

Steadying his breathing, suggesting, "We can have our first date tonight, I’ll cook us dinner, roll us a fat blunt, cover you in kisses and cuddling close. You can pick the movies." Leaning back for him to watch his veiny, thick cock vanishing into your tight, dripping cunt. “I’ll make whatever you want, gonna take care of you make ya feel loved and safe.”

Gliding more of him in, he grabs the headboard, his knuckles turning white. Your cunt fluttering from his deep groan. Your pride swelling from getting Suguru drunk off your cunt. "Need to cum ‘n ya so badly! Wanna fuck ya senseless but seeing ya struggle with my cock is so fuckin' hot.” His abs momentarily flexing.

Getting off on how big and muscular he is, trembling and whining underneath you from your cunt. Spasming around him, you’re so close to cumming. Stroking your clit faster, your pace staggering before steadying out.

He moans, “Nng you've almost gotten all of me, keep going, you can take me princess.” You’re gushing in his cock, thick cum trickling down his cock. Rocking your hips back, taking him fully, he croons, “That’s it, ‘m so proud of ya sweetheart.” Sitting on his cock, your slick trickling down his balls, some splashing onto his abs.

“My cock feels good!" You can’t think straight, lost in the intense peak. Unable to move your legs, he’s throbbing inside you, thick veins pulsing. His head kissing your cervix, he’s so deep. And despite cumming you want more.

Feebly lifting your hips, Suguru helps you, firmly grabbing your waist. Lifting you till his fat cockhead is the only part of him split your sloppy, sensitive cunt open. "Is this your cock? Am I your’s?”

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starkeyisthelastname · 3 months

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When stepdad rafe hears reader talking about how she wants to loose her virginity

He had over heard you on the phone, giggling away with one of your girlfriends. As delicate and innocent as you were, your voice still carried and that’s when he had found out about you wanting to lose your virginity. The thought of some random boy’s limp dick inside you, made him seethe in anger. It had to be him who popped your perfect little cherry.

You were sitting on your pretty pink bed, surrounded by an enormous amount of fluffy pillows and stuffed animals. Glittery pen in hand, you wrote something down in your journal, while humming to whatever pop song played. Rafe knocked on the already open door, watching those big eyes light up at the sight of him. You slammed the journal closed, shoving it aside.

“Hi, Rafey!” You said, swinging your bare legs off the bed.

It was comical to him that you were still a virgin, especially the way you ran around the house. Shorts that barely covered your rather thick ass, and flimsy tank-tops that your perky tits nearly fell out of. He was curious now to what you were hiding in that diary of yours, making him walk further into the girly room.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked, casually as he made his way over to the bed. “Writing down all your dirty little secrets.” He grinned. He could tell you were nervous by the way you quickly avoided his gaze, looking down at the fury white rug.

“No.. I don’t have any dirty secrets.” You told him, voice small as you swung your legs back and forth.

“Yeah? So you wouldn’t mind me reading your diary. We are family after all and shouldn’t hide secrets.” He said as a matter of factly, reaching down to pick up the journal. You tried to grab it from him, but failed due to his height.

Opening the last page you written in, Rafe read the neat writing, his confirmation of what he had heard earlier coming true. “Today, I talked to my best friend about wanting to lose my virginity. I want to have sex so so bad…” He didn’t even need to continue on, seeing your cheeks turning pink.

“Please don’t tell my mom.” You pleaded to him, knowing that she wanted to keep you pure despite the fact that you were 19.

Rafe chuckled, throwing the diary back onto the bed. “Relax, kid. What’s got you so nervous?” He asked. “You need dick that bad, huh?”

The way you looked up at him, eyes so innocent and lips so kissable, nodding your head, had him growing hard in his pants. It took everything in him not to shove you down on your knees and fuck your little virgin throat. He'd save that for another time though, right now he was determined to ruin your tight cunt.

“See, when you lose your virginity, you want it to be with someone special. Someone you can trust. Not one of your little boyfriends.” He told you.

You looked at him confused, with a little curiosity behind those eyes. “Someone like you Rafey?” Your tone of questioning as you bit your lower lip out of habit. His ocean eyes gleamed in excitement, the heat running straight to his cock.

His eyes nearly rolled back at the sight in front of him. His pure little beauty of a step- daughter, completely naked before him. You were still reluctant that this was wrong, even after his fingers had loosened you up a bit and tongue had been on your sweet folds. Now with his cock in hand, lining it up with your plump pussy he watched your face twitch as he pushed in.

“No.. it hurts.” You mumbled, pushing at his now bare chest as the stretch to your untouched hole was burning.

“You are fine, kid. Never had 9 inches up your princess cunt, I know it.” Rafe’s voice cracked as he tried not to ram himself inside the tightest cunt he ever had the pleasure of being in. His thumb found your clit, rubbing it slow circles to distract you from the pain. Poor thing.

Your whimpers turned into the prettiest moans sooner than later as he began speeding up. Eyes heavy, and abs flexing as he thrusted into you. He was Rafe Cameron and he got everything he wanted, including taking his step-daughter’s virginity.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #obx #obx smut

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lovandr · 3 months

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Felix Catton the type of guy to suck breast during sex. like he just wants to be as intimate and close to you as he can and he also loves touching and kissing every part of you. like he 100% one day was kissing down towards the boob area and sucked a little and decided he liked it

mdni! 18+

Felix sucking brest??? i think the fuck yes. I mean felix has an oral fixation why wouldn’t he wanna suck a lil tittie? (i severely apologise for my lack of activity… school is killing me rn)

it started off as gentle and soft kisses on your tits, little kitten licks to your nipples. he would lick up the crevice between them, rubbing his cheek against your chest as if he were trying to nuzzle his way into your ribcage and make a home in your heart. he wants you, he needs you.

he would leave burning bruises on the area above your breast, his other hand making sure to entertain your remaining tit. how could he ignore them? they were so beautiful, so soft and warm and oh so kissable.

the first time he really indulged himself, the two of your were lazily making out, felix right arm wrapped round your waist, the other resting on your right boob, squeezing and rubbing at the soft skin. he focused almost primarily on your breasts, kneading the flesh, looking down as if he wanted to say something. you ran a hand through his soft brown hair, his eyes instantly coming to look at you. he looked dazed and desperate, so needy and unfulfilled. he wanted something but he didn’t know how to ask.

“what the problem baby?” his eyes seem to shimmer at the nickname, his hips buck upward gently into your leg, a soft groan wantonly escaping his soft pink lips. “what is it my love?” you ask again, running your hand down to his cheek and bringing him closer to your chest. that almost killed him. your boobs pressed right up against his face, he could smell yoyr scent, so intoxicating so sweet.

“can i suck your tits please? i promise i’ll be good, i’ll be so good for you.”, he pleaded, eyes so full of love and adoration. he looked so pretty begging for you, begging to taste you. how could you deny him. “its okay fi, you can have a taste.” he latched onto you immediately after, his lips so softly sucking at your nipple. after that he couldn’t get enough. it was like there was nothing else going through his mind, the taste of your boobs encapsulated him. he sucked almost feverishly, as if he had been anticipating that very moment, and perhaps he had.

it felt almost too good, the warmth of his tongue so soothing against the skin of your tits. his teeth gently bite the hardened bud sending shockwaves through your body, your skin tingling with excitement and pleasure. his big, hand massaging and teasing your other nipple. he looked up at you, eyes so full of love and warmth. god it could have made you cum right there and then.

You cradled his head in your hand, your fingers laced in his hair, your nails scratching lightly at his scalp, making him nuzzle into your touch. The moment was so intimate it almost didn’t feel sexual. he swapped over to your other nipple, he almost laid fully on top of your body, gently rutting his hips against your thigh. he whimpered and whined quietly, the plush soft skin of your tits and the friction of his boxers on his cock made his sweet little head fuzzy and clouded with you. You. You. if you tried to touch him he’d whine. he doesn’t give a fuck about how he feels he just wants to be close to you. he could (and probably would) suck on your tits all day if you let him. the two of you laid grinding against each other as felix indulged himself in the sweetness of your breasts, his head in the clouds, not a care in the world.

taglist 💌

@mrdrwrites

#felix catton #saltburn #BRAIN ROT #this got me feeling some typa way ngl #saltburn 2023 #felix catton x reader #felix catton x you #lovie’s stuffs🦈#lovie talks🦈#lovie’s thirsts 🦈#smut #jacob elordi

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sarawritestories · 10 days

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You're My Forever

High Lord Eris Vanserra xFem Reader

Summary: Eris Vanserra sits on his throne, allowing himself to be lost in his thoughts when his mate comes looking for him.

Content warning: A little bit of self doubt. A whole lot of love

A/N: This is dedicated to @milswrites who helped me have a major breakthrough in a plot of my Novel and this was the best way I knew how to thank her!

Word Count: 1.3k

ACOTAR MasterList

Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court.

A title the eldest Vanserra child never thought he would receive. Running his hands along the gold arm rests of the throne, as if the cold bite of the metal could keep him rooted in reality a reminder that he wasn’t dreaming. Beron was dead. His reign of terror came to an end. This throne, this manor, the entire Court of Autumn was Eris’. Eris sat on the extravagant piece of furniture crossing his leg over the other and allowed himself this one moment to be lost in his thoughts. A moment where he let his doubts rise to the surface.

Would he be a fair ruler?

Could he make a difference within his court?

Was he a good mate? A good husband?

Would he make a good father? Make sure his kids experienced no harm by his hand as he had with Beron?

Was this just a dream? Would he wake up tomorrow back in the clutches of

“Eris?” Eris blinked at the sound of his name looking up he couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your voice. You had stepped into the throne room a pink silk robe wrapped around yourself, your hand supporting your swollen belly. Your hair fell in soft curls right above your chest, face as radiant as ever.

The newly appointed High Lord met your eyes once more, his mate, his beautiful mate, wife soon-to-be mother, the most beautiful female in all of Prythian in his eyes. Your soft smile still made his chest tighten. “My Little Doe, what are you doing out of bed?”

You approached the dais, you were halfway through your pregnancy and walking was becoming more challenging, “I’m looking for my husband, who should have met me in bed hours ago.” She stopped right in front of him and looked around the room, “I can’t seem to find him, High Lord, you wouldn’t happen to know where he is?”

Eris rubbed his chin as his eyes dipped slightly, your robe slipped down revealing your shoulders just enough, that Eris saw the light pink lace bra and the swell of your breast. and he adjusted in his seat. “My fair maiden, what does this male look like?”

“Handsome, has adorable freckles across his nose, eyes that resemble fiery embers.” Your eyes glanced down to his mouth, “A very kissable mouth,” You smiled, “His hair is red and long and smooth enough that I find myself always running my fingers through it.” You grip his knee clad in his riding clothes from going out to the villages earlier.

“Well, he sounds very beautiful,” Eris puffed out his chest causing you to giggle, and he loved that melodic sound. “He must be if he was lucky enough to have you, as his mate.” His throat tightened; he was a lucky male indeed.

“I believe I am the lucky one. The mother blessed me with a mate, who is brilliant, kindhearted and passionate as he is pretty.” Your smile fell slightly. “Are you okay?”

Eris smiled, and adjusted his legs and patted his lap, “Come here, My Love.”

The High Lord tilted his head as you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth. “I’m too big, I’ll hurt you.”

Eris growled, as his brows furrowed, “We’ve talked about this.” He leaned down and gripped your chin, “What did I say?”

You sighed, “I am growing a person, and with that is going to be changes I’m simply not used to.” He quirked a brow, waiting for you to continue. “And if you heard anyone talking down about me, you would be the one to teach them a lesson. Even if said person was me.”

The male kissed your forehead, “Good Girl, now come here and sit on your High Lord’s lap.” He released you from his grasp and leaned back. You stepped toward him, and Eris helped turn you and placed you on his lap, picking your legs up so that they dangled over the arm rest. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you placed your hand on the base of his neck. With a flick of his hand all the doors that led to the room locked causing you to jump briefly. “Now, where is that sweet little babe of ours?” You smiled as he tugged at the tie of your robe and the strings fell to the side and the silk slid off your round stomach. Revealing lace panties that matched your top, garter belts holding your sheer stockings in place. With his free hand he grazed your calf and worked his way up your body.

As he began his slow ascent up your body, he could smell your arousal, “Waiting for me in bed? I am a fool.” He reached your stomach, admiring the stretchmarks that have appeared in the last few months. His russet eyes, met yours, “You are the most beautiful creature, and how hope our child is just as beautiful as their mother.” You could feel heat rise to your cheeks, as you leaned your head back as Eris warmed his hands just a bit to ease the discomfort.

“Eris Vanserra, I know what you’re doing.” You lifted your head quirking your brow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His lips pressed to your stomach his fingers sliding under the waistband of your panties.

Your hand found his wrist. And he lifted his head, “Eris, what’s wrong?”

Eris sighed and moved his hand, wrapping you back in your robe. “Nothing is wrong. I have everything I want. I have my court, my throne,” He pressed his forehead to yours, “My beautiful mate, carrying my child.” He closed his eyes. “I’m terrified that I will wake up, and I will find that this will all be a dream.”

“Darling, how long have you been feeling this way?” You whispered pressing your hand to his cheek swiping your thumb a crossed his freckled cheek idly.

“Since I became High Lord.” Before you could scold him, he continued, “I didn’t want to worry you. Or worse, I was afraid that you would think I would turn into my father and leave.”

“You’re my mate, my equal,” You pulled away and lifted his chin, so he met your gaze, “When I accepted the bond, I did it because I love you. Because I knew then what I know now.”

Eris tilted his head, “What is it that you know?”

You leaned in and kissed his nose, “You’re my Forever. I will always choose you.”

Eris smiled and pressed his lips on yours and you granted him access to deepen the kiss. His tongue met yours as he devoured your taste. You moaned in his mouth and felt his cock rise to attention against your ass. You began to move your hips to give the high lord the friction he craved, and he grunted in your mouth. His fingers threading through your hair as he dominated the kiss, his hand idly rubbing your stomach.

He pulled away from you needing air, “You’re mine and I love you.”

You laughed, “I figured, the child in my womb would have been a strong argument for both of those statements.”

Mischief danced in his eyes, “You know I am keeping track of all of your rule breaking for when I can properly punish you.”

You smiled and pecked his lips, sliding off his lap facing the door. Turning your head you winked, “I’m well aware, High Lord.” You untied the robe and let the pink silk fall to the floor turning back to face the High Lord. He admired your full body, and his heart rate began to quicken. “Now, may I show you how much I love you?" You got down on your knee’s hands braced on his thighs.

Eris began unlacing his pants a smirk on his face, “As you wish, High Lady.”

#eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris vandaddy #eris imagine #eris x reader #pro eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra imagine #high lord eris #High Lord Eris Vanserra

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beautifulsenpai · 20 days

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I have a request if you don’t mind doing it!

Lovestruck Endeavor x Recovery Girl’s Grandson

Endeavor is deeply in love with Recovery Girl’s grandson that works with her in U.A, a quirk that is related to her, and has…some man tits. Endeavor would give the male reader presents like red roses with heart balloons attached to them, expensive jewelry and would bring male reader their favorite food every time he visits male reader in the nurse’s office to show his love for him. Male reader doesn’t feel the same way for some reasons, the age gap is a reason, Endeavor is 45 and male reader is 20 but male reader doesn’t want to hurt his feelings, so he has to go along with it.

You could add some parts as well, maybe non-con?

✧˚ ༘ ⋆HIS NURSE | LOVESTRUCK ENJI TODOROKI

endeavor has a pretty big crush on recovery girl’s cute young grandson.

tw/cw. male reader, age gap, dubious consent kissing and groping, reader is 20 in this fic, enji being a creep

senpai’s note. wanna request a fic, or headcanon? look at my requesting rules before requesting darling. sorry for taking a long break. rules/requesting, masterlists

(name) sighed as he plopped down onto the recovery girl’s office chair that he had taken over for the time being. recovery girl was taking a long-needed break, and (name) took the position to fill for her, since both of them have the same quirk. the job was going fine, even sometimes fun.

taking care of injured or sick students was a highlight of his day, it felt nice to see the kids get better, and it’s funny how flustered they can get when (name) has to give them a kiss to treat their wounds. it was truly nice until he met endeavor, the current number-one pro hero.

(name) had bumped into endeavor in a hallway in U.A. endeavor was truly memorized from his presence, from how (name’s) pouty lips were pink and plumped that looked so kissable to his nurse uniform that hugged his waist nicely, showing off his curves. neither of them didn’t say anything, (name) felt too awkward while endeavor was busy admiring his beauty.

after that encounter, endeavor couldn’t keep his eyes off (name) and wouldn’t leave him alone. every opportunity that endeavor had, he would visit (name) in the nurse’s office. he would bring him lunch, yummy desserts, or even luxury gifts. this surprised (name), especially when did endeavor to find out that he had a sweet tooth. endeavor even allowed him to address him by his first name.

later on, (name) figured out that the scary man had a crush on him, endeavor never told him that so he put the pieces together and the result is endeavor having a crush on him. (name) felt flattered, but he didn’t feel like it wouldn’t work. first of all, he thought that endeavor was a married man. second of all, (name) was still a young adult while endeavor was in his late middle age. lastly, he just felt uneasy around the man.

but, the kind-hearted man he was, he continued to let endeavor to do as he pleased, even if he had to suffer. back to the present, (name) rocked the chair side to side with a frown plastered on his face. the other pro heroes/teachers invited the nurse to have lunch with them since they’ve gotten along great for the past week.

that was a nice gesture, but he sadly declined. he didn’t want to see or interact with endeavor. endeavor would’ve most likely joined his comrades since he thought (name) would be there. he kept coming up with excuses for why he couldn’t join his new friends, and it was getting tiring. some were true, and some were lies.

(name) sighed once again as he looked towards his desk, eyeing the bouquet of roses lying there that endeavor purchased for him when (name) arrived in the morning. he recalled how endeavor told him that “the roses are as gorgeous as him”. the flattery and the gift did make his cheeks go red. (name) hummed, he should remind himself later to get a flower pot with water for the roses.

unexpectedly, there was a sudden knock on the door. (name) attention turned from the flowers to the door. was it a student? he continued to observe the door until he (name) finally responded, “come in”. he wouldn’t have spoken if he had known who was behind that door. the wooden door slid open slowly to reveal endeavor with a slight blush on his cheeks, while one of his hands was occupied with something.

he was wearing his hero attire, but the beard and mustache that were made of fire were missing, showing off his massive scar on his face. (name’s) eyes slightly widen as well as his mouth. he quickly stood up, accidentally knocking pens and pencils off the desk from the chair colliding with the desk.

“e-endeavor! hello! g-good to see you again! i thought you joined with the others for lunch!-”, (name) nervous stammering was interrupted. “i’ve told you to call me enji”, enji stated in his low voice that sent shivers down (name’s) spine. “r-right..”, (name) muttered while a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek.

“i had heard that you weren’t joining with the heroes.”, enji spoke as stepped inside the nursery. he stood in front of (name), his tall figure hovering over his petite frame. (name) nodded, “yes, i have too much..p-paperwork to get done!”, he answered as he pointed back to the stack of papers that were sat on top of his desk.

he glanced at the stack of paper, and (name) was indeed telling the truth. enji nodded, he understood. enji stared back at the nurse as he lifted a pink cloth that wrapped around a bento box to (name). (name) eyed the bento box with a brow raised. he was hesitant to grab it, but he took it regardless. “fuyumi made it just for you”, enji added as he looked away his cheeks flushed red.

(name) knew fuyumi, well not exactly. enji had talked about his kids to him and they sounded lovely. the only child (name) who had interacted with him was shoto. shoto only came to him when he was wounded, and he hardly got to know him. shoto was highly serious and clear-headed, but there was some sweetness about him, and that is what made (name) take a liking to him.

(name) smiled warmly at the bento box, he wondered if enji had talked about him to his kids. “could you please tell her that i highly appreciate it, i’m sure it tastes delicious!”, (name) giggled as he smiled brightly at enji. enji eyes slightly widened and his cheeks burned brighter as he felt his heart beating loudly. “hm..”, enji hummed.

after that, enji left the infirmary to let (name) continue his work, and eat the food in the bento in peace. he was grateful, as soon he took a bite of the food, he thought he would die of joy. the food tasted delightful. if he ever met fuyumi, he would ask for some recipes from her.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🎀 ⋅ ˚✮ 🧸

the sun has started to set, all the students went to their dorms while the heroes had their hero duties to attend to. (name) had already finished with his lunch, and it was delicious. (name) was busy typing away on the computer that was on the desk. papers, folders, pencils, and pens were scattered around the desk.

he was too invested in staring at the computer screen to realize the infirmary door slid open and someone walking in. footsteps were coming closer to him, but (name) didn’t notice, until two large hands grasped onto his shoulders. (name’s) typing had come to a halt, his eyes widened as he shuddered in his chair, and he felt his heart stop beating from the scare.

“relax (name), it’s me”, enji reassured him as he gently rubbed (name’s) shoulders to comfort him. (name) sighed in relief but he continued to be on edge. how enji was massaging his shoulders made him feel uneasy. he couldn’t just tell enji to stop his actions, that would just be impolite, after all, enji was just being affectionate.

“s-sorry, you startled me..”, (name) trembled as he tried not to focus on what enji was doing. his eyes looked somewhere else besides enji as sweat beads started to form. the awkward silence was finally broken. “i’ve bought you a gift”, enji stated with a hint of delight in his voice. (name) wasn’t surprised.

now and then, when they both bumped into each other or if endeavor visited the infirmary, he would have a gift in his grasp for (name). whether it be something thoughtful or something luxurious. (name) had told him many times that he didn’t want him to spend his hard-earned money on him, but enji was stubborn as ever and wouldn’t listen.

“you did wha-”, (name) didn’t even finish what he was going to say. the chair was turned around quickly by enji, making him release a shriek. (name) was faced with enji revealing a black medium-sized jewelry box that was topped off with a white ribbon. endeavor slowly opened the box, revealing a sparkling continuous oval diamond necklace.

(name’s) eyes widened, his mouth agape slightly as he stared at the gorgeous and expensive necklace. he couldn’t accept the lavish gift, but endeavor wouldn’t let that happen, (name) couldn’t refuse if he wanted to. enji saw how (name) was memorized by the luxuriant gift he happily bought for him, and he smirked with pride.

“here, let me assist you with placing it around your neck”, endeavor requested with a small smile present on his face. (name) hesitated, but agreed. “o-okay..”, (name) muttered as he slowly rose from the chair, and turned around for endeavor to have easier access to his neck. endeavor didn’t waste this opportunity to look at (name’s) backside.

he looked at his neck he desperately wanted to mark to his waist that he could easily snatch, and then to his plump ass that he extremely wanted to place his hands onto, he bet that it felt soft and squishy. endeavor pushed those thoughts away to focus on his task, putting on this gorgeous necklace around the most beautiful man he ever laid his eyes on.

endeavor carefully removed the necklace from the box, as he safely grasped it. he gently placed the necklace around (name’s) neck as he made sure not to accidentally harm (name) and then fastened the clasp securely. as the necklace was finally around the male’s necklace, endeavor smirked in pride.

knowing that his wealth would “impress” (name), and his money would take care of him for the rest of his life swelled him up with honor. the thought of (name) being his adorable househusband, taking care of the house while enji would shower with him luxury would make his face flush, and even sometimes a boner.

(name) reached for the necklace, his hands roamed the necklace carefully, fingers intertwined with the diamonds attached to the necklace. maybe..he was wrong about enji. (name) didn’t mention this earlier but he thought that enji was a weird old man that had an obsession with him.

it’s just a silly crush that enji would forget about. (name) smiled fondly, “thank you enji, it’s lovely-”. oh, how (name) wished he took those words back. endeavor craned (name’s) neck upwards to try to meet his face level as his lips met (name’s). (name’s) eyes widen in horror, his body flinches as his felt endeavor’s big hand gripped onto his hip.

endeavor’s eyes were shut as he focused on the kiss, he felt like he was on cloud nine. this was like a fairy tale, this was finally happening. how badly (name) wanted to push the man away, and slap him..but the outcome of it. call him selfish, but he doesn’t want to see the large man heartbroken, he wouldn’t live with himself if he was the cause of the endeavor’s depressive behavior.

the fear of the one interfering with the endeavor’s hero work. (name) shook those upset thoughts away as he hesitantly kissed back, closing his eyes. endeavor noticed it made his cheeks turn pink. (name) had finally fallen in love with him as much as he does with (name), that’s what endeavor has thought. (name’s) heart was pounding, and his knees started to feel like jelly.

endeavor realized (name’s) state. he quickly pressed (name) to the wall, trapping him. a grunt left (name’s) lips but that was swallowed up by the kiss. (name) tried to hold himself up. his hands grabbing onto the walls to prevent himself from falling. (name) felt disgusted with himself, he shouldn’t let this man take advantage of him, but he’s allowing him.

endeavor’s hands were placed on (name’s) hips, rubbing them up, and down as their kiss was getting heated. the intimate touches were making (name) hot and bothered, and he was whimpering from the sensation. endeavor’s hand continued to roam (name’s) body until his hands landed on (name’s) ass.

(name) gasped, and endeavor quickly invaded his mouth with his tongue. (name) was taken back by the sudden intrusion, but didn’t complain or even push the man off. tears threatened to spill from (name’s) eyes, endeavor’s tongue was a bit big for his mouth to fit in so he would gag at times.

their tongues tangled together fighting for dominance, but it was endeavor who was doing that crap, he wanted to take full control as drool leaked from (name’s) mouth. (name) was panting in the open-mouthed kiss, this will soon blow over, right? this silly “little” crush?

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bonesandchalamet · 9 months

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senseless - c.fisher

masterlist

pairing: conrad fisher x reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol and hangover + some errors here or there

a/n: NO spoilers of season 2 or book 2!!!

“don’t,” you warn him, watching him cross the room. his strides prove he’s a man a the mission, one that you can’t stop until he’s standing right in front of you.

“this is a bad idea.”

“that’s not what you said last night.” he says, agitated fingers tap the back of the couch making a rumble noise against it.

you roll your eyes. he jumps over the back of the couch and lands on the cushions, “because last night,” you pause watching him settle against the cushions, legs up against the coffee table, “I was in my feelings.”

“for me.” he adds, a wink thrown your way makes a blush filter in against your cheeks.

last night was partially a mistake. too much alcohol, a bad date, and conrad fisher were the recipe of your tears and drunk (but very true) confessions of your feelings. one thing led to another, and conrad fisher lay in your bed instead of his own. his hands tangled in your hair, the sheets twisted in between your legs, and somehow a very bad date turned into a very good one. but the morning after was full of regret.

there was no regretting conrad. with his beautiful tan skin, plump pink lips, mysterious eyes, and pearly white smile how could one resist falling in love with him? it’s the confessions that were dangerous.

you admitted to having been in love with him since you were kids. you admitted you tried to move on from him when he went to college, and you stayed home figuring out your life. but all of that hiding in your safe space of pent up emotions died when he kissed you. you could no longer live knowing all you ever wanted was those lips on yours again.

so now you two stare at each other in silence. nothing but the sound of the air conditioner and the distant waves crashing amongst the shoreline. he’s beautiful, you think to yourself. the navy blue shirt is a little big on him, the tiny black shorts fit him just perfectly, and that smug look is kissable. how could you ever resist him before? the kiss was electrifying, the magnetic pull of his warmth against your body is making the hairs on your arms stand up.

“thinking about me?” he questions, a teasing smirk lifts his lips.

“grow up.” you toss a pillow in his direction. he catches it and then throws it back watching it crash against your chest.

“you’re thinking about that kiss, aren’t you?”

“and what if I was?” you retaliate. you can feel the heat spread across your chest all the way up your neck and cheeks deepening with color.

“then I’d kiss you again, and again until your brain is full of nothing.” he moves across the living room, and sits right on the arm of your chair. his index finger gently pushes your chin upward to face him, “I’d kiss you senseless.”

you’re breathless. there’s not a word in the dictionary to cover what you feel and what you want to say, so you let him. you let his lips crash against yours. his teeth pull your bottom lip, so his tongue slithers in, and plays a game with yours. his lips taste of mint mixed with vanilla chapstick from his nightstand. his fingers yank on your hair, a gasp escaping your lips allowing his tongue to swipe across your lip before pulling you back in.

he’d done his job once again.

kissing you until your brain hurt and your heart only ever thought of him.

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jaykaysthicthighs · 9 months

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End Of The Love Story | JJK

banner by @archivededits via @archivedkookie <3

excerpt | you fell in love with the new kid in class. the love blossomed to something so beautiful and yet so destroying. you destroyed him. years later and you both finally crossed paths. will there ever be a chance for that love to grow again?

genre | major angst, slight smut, minor fluff

pairing | jeon jungkook x fem!reader

warnings | bartender!jungkook, rich!reader, flashbacks between past and present, arranged marriage, strong language, emotional breakdowns, smoking, short descriptive smut, reader & jungkook hurting a lot, bittersweet ending

wc | 12k +

notes | the story is unedited, but hopefully there isn't grammar mistakes

Eight years ago (the first meeting)

You watched as the small timid boy make his way next to you. When he fully sat down, you finally took a good look at him. He was beautiful. From his big doe eyes to his well-sculpted chin. He had a long nose, but kissable; lips that pout when not intended, pink and soft. He has a mole under his lips, a scar on his cheek, and his skin was -

"I'm sorry, is there something on my face?" The boy interrupted your train of thought. You blurted out, "No. I'm sorry, that I was staring at you. Didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." The boy notices a tinge of red surfacing your cheeks. At that moment, embarrassment made a home in you. The boy reassured you that it was okay. He wondered about your name, “My name’s Jungkook. You?” With your cheeks still red, you answered, “____.” The boy smiled warmly at you, “____, that’s a pretty name.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden action. You faced forward trying to redirect your attention to the teacher, but all you could think of was the smile the boy displayed; the dimples making their debut, and its bunny-like appearance.

Present

You were finally free. Free of this marriage that has been brought upon you. Just an hour or so ago you were Mrs. Boyce, now you're not. You have been waiting for this moment for so long, and it's finally done.

You were making your way to your car when someone pulled you aside. You came face to face with your ex-husband. "Mason, what's wrong?" The man let go of your arm and hugged you. He quietly murmured, "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to hug you one last time before I go." Even though you despised this marriage, you never hated Mason, actually, he was your rock. All those nights, days, and moments you had wanting him, missing him, needing him, Mason was always there comforting you. Just like you, Mason hated this marriage.

You hugged Mason for the last time. Tears started welling up, and you sniffled to him, "Thank you so much, Mason. For being there for me when I had no one." He gave you a big squeeze for your welcome. A few seconds later, the hug ended. Mason placed his hands between your chilled face and expressed, "I'll always be there for you, ____. Not physically, but.... spiritually?" You had your head leaned back laughing at his confusion. "Please, don't be afraid to give me a call." You shook your head and gave him your response, "I won't. Be safe, Mason." Your ex-husband gave you his infamous grin. "Will do."

You're here in a club called Jessamine with your best friend Becky. She wanted to celebrate your freedom by trying to get you laid, and part of that plan was going to a club. She dressed you up in skimpy lingerie that could pass as a dress. The outfit barely covers your ass; one wrong move and you can flash the whole club. If it was your choice, a nice knee-high bodycon dress would be great, but things never work out in your favor.

About 30 minutes into dancing and all you wanted right now was a cold hard drink. You turned to Becky shouting your departure, "Beck, I'm gonna go get a drink!" Still dancing she gave you a thumbs up. "Try finding a hot man to fuck, babe!" You laughed sarcastically, "Yeah, sure."

This club was jammed packed, with no room for movement. You pushed and shoved your way through the crowd until you finally reached the bar. You sat between a woman who looked like she was in her 40s and the other who was accompanied by a man, probably a couple. A bartender came up to you; his figure was tall but lean, had a goatee, and green eyes. He was quite handsome to you.

The bartender plopped his hands on the ledge of the counter and inquired, "Is there anything I can get you, ma'am?" You gasped; you placed your hand to your heart, "Ma'am? Do I look old?" The man before you chuckled, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I didn't want to address you something that you might not like.... like pretty lady." You smile at the man and asked for his name. "Carter," he replied.

"Well Carter, I would like a Vodka Gimlet - if that's possible." The bartender straightened himself up and responded, "Don't worry it is." You smiled and watched the man get to work. A few moments later the bartender offered you your drink. "Thank you, Carter."

He gave you a nod and did a light slap on the counter. "Well, I'm gonna go on my break. If you need anything," the man pointed at the other bartender a few chairs away, "Teo, would be able to help you." You gave the man a thumbs up and said, "Okay. Thank you again, Carter." You watch the man make his way to the back door.

He swung the door open, startling two people. "What the fuck, Carter! I'm doing something here." Carter leaned against the brick wall and dug in his pocket and took out a cigarette. "Yeah, I can see that. Now do you have a light?" The man beside him groaned, "I hate you sometimes." He pushed the girl off of him signing her to go back inside. The man reached inside his back pocket and lit Carter's cigarette.

Carter inhaled the stick and let out a puff of smoke. He dropped his hand down and asked, "Who's the chick?" The man shrugged, "Don't know. Just grabbed the nearest girl and dragged her out here." A moment of silence was taken, the only sound heard was the busy streets at the front of the club.

The man pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the door, but before he had the chance to go back inside, Carter intervened, "Ah Jay, there's this hot chick at the bar. I don't know if she's taken or not, but she is by herself. Kind of thought you when I saw her." The man cocked his head to the side, "What are you saying?" Carter smirked at the man, "What I'm saying is that maybe you should try and get her number." The man opened his mouth to say something, but Carter stopped him, "If you're thinking about what she looks like, you'll know when you see her. Now get the fuck inside, your shift is starting."

The man grumbled at the thought of Carter. "Asshole. Fucking interrupting me." He sulked his way to the bar getting ready for his shift. Teo greeted him, giving the man a quick fist bump. He stationed himself and got ready to take a customer's order.

"Hello, sir. Anything I can get you?" And right before he could get the man's order, he heard a familiar laugh. He whipped his head in the direction of the sound, and his heart dropped. Just sitting a few chairs away was the woman who broke him.

He wanted to run, to hide, he would do anything to be away from you. He was frozen in fear, shaking from the inside out. "Hey!" The customer shouted, "Hello, are you listening? I want my fucking drink now!"

You heard the commotion a few feet away from you. And since you're human, you were curious. You turned your attention away from Becky and to the shouting. What you saw was something you didn't expect in a million years, Jeon Jungkook. The boy you fell in love with, the man you're still in love with.

You guys made eye contact; an unspeakable feeling of confusion running wild. You got up, ignoring the weird stare from Becky, but before making any movements toward Jungkook, he ran. You saw him run through the back door, pushing everybody without care.

Taking the first step to him, Becky uttered, "Where are you going?" She had her hand wrapped around your arm. You gently pushed them off and said, "I'll be right back." Before Becky had the chance to say something you speed walked your way to the door.

Just mere feet away from the exit, it swung open. Carter stepped into the club reeking of Tobacco. You were surprised by the sudden appearance. "Cater!" He gave a tight-lipped smile, wondering what you were doing back here. "Ma'am, you're not supposed to go back here."

As a response, you frantically explained, "I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, but someone I know went back here, and I haven't seen them in years." Carter furrowed his brows; he asked, "Do they work here?" You swallowed in some air and took a deep breath. "Umm... I think so. His name is Jungkook." Carter was getting confused by the second; he's never heard of that name before. He apologized, "I'm sorry, who?"

You were getting impatient with Carter. So, you pushed him aside, not caring about if you were being rude or not. You busted the door open and saw him crouched down with his face between his hands. The door slammed shut, startling you. You looked at the man in front of you with much sadness. With a heavy heart, you whispered, "Jungkook."

The screaming wind drowned out your voice, but even so, he heard. It's been two years since he last heard your voice, two years since he heard his name leave your lips. He slowly lifted his head up, and you saw his tear-stained face staring at you. Your heart stopped at the look he was giving you; hatred was all he was displaying. You wish to take all his pain and throw it at the nearest star, but you couldn't, especially since you were the cause of it.

Jungkook stood up, and you noticed how his build got bigger. He was definitely working out. You were never scared him, however, right now you were. He was not the same man as before - you know that, but you still hoped he hadn't changed.

Jungkook on the other hand, thought the opposite; you had gotten smaller. Not physically, but mentally. Your aura seemed scared and quiet, a complete 180 from before. He wanted to hold you - protect you, but he wouldn't. Jungkook could never forget what you did to him.

He laced his tongue with venom, and spat out, "Why the fuck are you here?" You flinched at his words. You deserve it - you know you deserve it, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Your heart started beating faster, and you tried controlling your breathing, but one could know that you were having a hard time keeping calm. You put your shaky hand to your heart and trembled, "I didn't know you worked here. I came here with my friend to celebrate."

Jungkook stayed quiet and you took that as a sign to continue on, "I came here to celebrate my divorce." Jungkook was taken aback by your sentence. Divorce... it ranged in his head. He'd never thought you would get a divorce. "You got a divorce?" You nodded shyly, "This morning actually. Everything was done and finalized this morning."

Jungkook gulped down some spit he didn't know he was harboring. He wanted to be happy, he was waiting for this moment, but he couldn't find it in himself to be. Jungkook took a few steps back, giving himself more space. You stood there watching him pondering his thoughts.

You took this time to fully analyze him. His hair was longer, reaching close to his shoulders, almost in a mullet style. Two piercings were placed on his face, and tattoos littered his right arm; knuckles all the way up to his shoulder. It's only been two years; how did his appearance change so much? Never once has Jungkook said anything about getting facial piercings or tattoos. At this moment, you wanted the old Jungkook back. You were selfish - so selfish; you have no right to think that, but you couldn't help it.

"Why'd you come here to celebrate? Ready to find a new man for you to break?" You scoffed at his questions, "Are you serious?" Jungkook knew he was being mean, but he didn't care. "Of course, I'm being serious. You broke it off with me easily, and then you got married - only for you to divorce two years later. And what's the first thing you do... you go to a fucking club! Single people go to clubs to get fucking drunk and sleep with people they don't even know."

You felt your heart swell with pain; you felt so offended. "Is that what you think I am? A slut?" Jungkook seemed unfazed by your pain. He shrugged his shoulders and remarked, "I don't know, it's been two years. You could be... I mean look at the fucking outfit you're wearing. It's like you're asking for it." You slapped him; you have never slapped Jungkook before. And without a second thought, your tears came streaming down. Jungkook watched you as you tried wiping them away. The tears and snot came running down; you were hiccupping and whimpering at the pain Jungkook shoved at you.

For a split second, Jungkook regretted his words, but he shook off the thought. If he was a monster, his only reason would be that you made him into one.

Still crying, you bellowed out, "Yeah, you're right! It has been two years. Because in just that period, you've become someone unrecognizable! An asshole!" You dropped down to the cold and dirty concrete floor and wailed. You didn't care if people were to hear you; you didn't care if people thought you were crazy. All that you could care for, and feel was the immense agony shooting throughout your body. "And to think I still love you!"

Jungkook felt himself staggering; he was angry about what you said. He growled out, "Love? You say you love me, but you left me! You left our relationship! You left everything! You left our five years of love so quickly... so easily. I have every right to be a fucking asshole, ____! I fought for us when you didn't."

You shot your head up, and yelled, "You're wrong!" Jungkook started laughing. He bent down to your level and challenged you. "I'm wrong?" You threatened back, "You're wrong. I did fight for us." You sent glares at Jungkook, as he did too. No words were exchanged, but the spitefulness radiated off of each other.

A few seconds later, Jungkook got up. He looked down at you and decided, "I'm not gonna fight with you. Everything that has happened is in the past." He started making his way to the door, but before he placed his hand on the knob, he added, "But know this, ____, you're fucking dead to me." And with that, he left you alone on the cold April night.

Seven years ago (the confession)

Jungkook was sitting in his car, waiting patiently for your tutoring to end. He had his head resting on the steering wheel contemplating whether he should tell you his feelings or not. He's been thinking about it for three weeks and thought today is the day, but like a lot of people, he has the last-minute jitters.

When the anxiety became unbearable, Jungkook stepped out of his car to take a breath of fresh air. He took deep breaths to calm his racing heart. He dug in his pocket to check the time on his phone; four more minutes till you're out. He spent the next minute stretching for reasons he doesn't know. When he got back in the car, he downed the leftover water from earlier and threw the empty plastic in the back.

A few moments later and you were finally exiting the school, along with a few other people. Jungkook watched the way you smiled at the girl next to you, deep in the conversation. It made his heart warm seeing you smile.

You made your way to his car, exhaling the tiredness from today. You swiftly turned your body to give Jungkook a hug. With your body fully back on the seat, you sighed, "Thank you, Jungkook, for picking me up." He gave you a small smile, "No worries." You buckled yourself, ready to be taken home, but you noticed that Jungkook hadn't made the slightest move to leave. "Jungkook, are you okay?" He turned to you and whispered, "I umm... have something I want to say to you."

You got a little worried that something might've happened. "What is it? Are you okay?" Jungkook shook his head at your questions; he informed, "I'm okay. Nothing to worry about," he took a deep breath and continued, "I have just been feeling something for a while now, and I thought today should be a good time to tell you." You gave Jungkook a look to tell him to continue.

When Jungkook opened his mouth, all that came out was a shaky breath. He brought his head down from embarrassment, "I'm sorry." You giggled at his nervousness. You grabbed his hands and assured him, "It's okay. Take all the time you need." Jungkook took another deep breath, and screwed his eyes shut, scared of what facial expression you were to make; he admitted, "____, I like you... like really like you." You let go of Jungkook's hands, causing his eyes to open. He spouts out, "It's fine if you can't replicate my feelings back! I just don't wan-"

You grabbed Jungkook's face between your hands and cut him off with a kiss, and just as quickly you pulled apart. Jungkook was in a state of shock, he didn't know what happened, or why it happened. Since your hands still held Jungkook's face, you gently caressed his cheeks to bring him back down to earth. You softly spoke, "I can replicate your feelings back. I like you, Jungkook - possibly even more than you do."

Jungkook's eyes bugged out from your confession. Never in a million years would he think you had feelings for him. He pointed to himself, "Me? You like me?" You took your hands off his face and waved them around, "I like you, Jungkook! Ever since you transferred to my class, I have liked you severely. Was my kiss not obvious?" Jungkook starts chuckling at the turn of events; he rubbed his face and said, "I'm sorry, I just... Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think this would happen?" You smiled at his words, "Neither did I."

You guys got quiet, the awkward tension swimming throughout the car. Jungkook took the initiative to cut the tension, "Well," he kissed his teeth, "Since we like each other, we should kiss... again." You have never smiled more widely until today. "It's your turn to kiss me, Jungkook."

He gently took his hands to hold your face, and slowly but surely, he closed the gap. Your lips brushed against his, in a teasing manner. Jungkook didn't want to waste any more time, so he crashed his lips to yours. You guys kissed ever so slowly; reeling in the feeling of being wanted. You were the one to pull away first; you breathlessly spoke, "God, how can you hold your breath for that long?"

Jungkook chuckled at your question. He leaned his forehead to yours, staring deeply into your eyes. He feels like he could get lost in them and he wouldn't mind. He whispered, "I like you, ____." You gave him another kiss, and responded, "As do I, Jungkook."

Present

It's been a week since the event with your ex-boyfriend. It took you a fat minute to go back inside. When you did, you tried your hardest to avoid Jungkook, but of course, since he worked there avoiding him was not possible. Carter, on the other hand, went up to you, asking if you were okay, but you shrugged him off. You reached Becky demanding that you wanted to go home; she complied with your request.

Here you are with Becky out on your terrace smoking. You used to hate the idea of smoking, the burning sensation, the horrible smell of Tobacco, but since the break-up with Jungkook, you fell down the rabbit hole of cigarettes. You used to smoke one pack every two days, but it subsided to one pack a week.

Right now, you were feeling very serene. The cold harsh wind screaming in your ears, it was burning your eyes, and stabbing your skin; it felt nice. It made you forget the pain you were feeling inside. Becky was talking to you, but her voice went in one ear and out the other. You were just focusing on letting yourself get lost in this freezing pain. The only time you felt alive was when you suffer. You think to yourself that this is what you deserve, that everything you did should come back to you ten times worse.

Becky was getting concerned about your lack of attention. She was talking about how horrible the weather was right now; she expected your usual sarcastic remark, but you didn't give any. She turned to you, analyzing the way you were engulfed in this harsh weather. She saw the way you stared blankly with your teary eyes at the busy city. She saw the little goosebumps littering your skin. Your hair blowing in every direction, not caring for the tangles it's making. The firing cigarette getting close to your fingers. She saw nothing but a shell of her best friend.

Becky hadn't known you for very long, two years to be exact. She was Mason's coworker; they were in the same law firm. You met her when you were visiting Mason one day, and from then on, she became your best friend. She gets worried about you, knowing that the majority of your pain consists of your broken love. Becky only knows briefly about what happened that night; she wanted to know more, but she respects your boundaries, so, she never pushed the topic.

Becky tapped your shoulder, lightly shouting so you can hear her voice in the loud wind. "____, your cigarette is about to be out! Throw it away and let's get back inside!" You blinked away your tears, and promptly threw your cigarette in the ashtray.

"What the fuck! You wasted a good piece of cigarette, Jay." Jungkook just waved off Cater's complaint. "Yeah, whatever. I don't give a shit. It's mine, not yours." Jungkook and Carter were seated in the clubs' break room. Their shifts usually started at the same time, so they always take their breaks together.

Ever since that night, Jungkook has been on edge. He thought that you had moved away, but since his encounter with you, he's now rethinking that you hadn't left at all. Seeing you definitely brought back memories that Jungkook tried so hard to avoid. The pain you had caused resurfaced and immersed his heart with agony. Right when he thought he finally healed, your pretty face came and ripped off his band-aid.

Carter interrupted Jungkook's train of thought. "Damn, Jay. Crankier than usual?" Instead of responding back, Jungkook threw his head back on the leather couch. He didn't really have the energy to converse with Carter. If he didn't have work, he would've spent a year hiding out in his apartment avoiding everyone and everything, but he didn't have that luxury.

Carter was very persistent in making conversation. "So, Jungkook is your real name? And you didn't think of telling me? Your best friend?" Jungkook swiftly raised his head at Carter's question. He remarked, "Don't fool yourself, Carter. We're not friends." Carter felt hurt by Jungkook's words but choose not to show it. Jungkook continued, "The reason why I didn't tell you my name was because I didn't want to be tied down to my past."

"Past?" Carter questioned. Jungkook dug in his pocket for another cigarette to smoke. He lit it up and took a hit. "I never really cared for my name. I didn't really like it, but I didn't really hate it. It wasn't until this girl came along that I started loving my name - only when she said it. Hearing my name leave her lips made my stomach do flips. One day she ended things, and my name just started to sound horrible to hear. So, that's why I changed it to, Jay."

Everything stayed quiet after Jungkook's confession. Carter didn't know what to say. He wanted to lighten up the mood and make Jungkook slightly happy, but he was scared that whatever left his mouth, the man in front of him would shoot him the meanest glare, and Carter was a sensitive man.

Minutes go by until their shift starts. Before exiting, Carter wanted to say at least something to the broken man. He halted Jungkook's walking, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jungkook turned to Carter with a puzzled look. Carter spoke, "Jay's not a bad name. I quite like the name." Jungkook gave Carter a tight-lipped smile and nodded. He left the break room with a lone Carter inside.

Seven years ago (the first night)

You had arrived at Jungkook's house for a sleepover. You and Jungkook have been dating for seven months, and he thought today was the day you could finally stay over at his house. You actually wanted to stay over at his early on in the relationship, but Jungkook informed you that he wasn't ready yet. Jungkook wanted things to go nice and slow; he was afraid that if things were to be rushed everything would fall apart. You understood his reasons; you took things nice and slow just like he wanted.

You entered his house; it was small but cozy. His house felt like a home, just the feeling the house gives makes you feel at peace. You looked around the place, admiring the family pictures, drawings, and even the little trinkets displayed on top of the T.V. Everything insight made your heart warm.

Jungkook on the other hand, was nervous. He knows that his place is far more different than yours. You had been born with a silver spoon in your mouth; everything was handed to you, even without asking. As he watched you look around the place, Jungkook was sweating profusely. He was scared that you would leave him because of how poor he was compared to you.

Jungkook trembled, "I know this isn't much. I know how ugly this is to you, but I hope that you won't leave me." You flipped towards your boyfriend. You were flabbergasted that he would think that. Everything that he had said was the opposite of what you were thinking. You threw yourself on his soft brown couch cuddling with one of the throw pillows. Jungkook walked in front of you, and you gave him a bright smile.

You chuckled, "Babe, this house is beautiful, not ugly. It isn't much but it's definitely something amazing." You grabbed his arms, discarding the pillow, and pulled him towards you. "I could never leave you because of how much or little money you have. Jungkook, I'm with you because of who you are. And you are someone worth treasuring." Jungkook's heart has never felt so full. He kissed your forehead, "My heart is full of you, I can't even call it my own."

As your response, you gently grabbed his face and kissed like it was the last. He held your waist and gripped you closer to him. There was no room in between you two. Things started escalating when you began unbuttoning Jungkook's shirt. He pulled away the second he felt your fingertips brush against his chest. You were startled by the action; you felt that you had done something bad.

You felt your eyes slightly tear up, but Jungkook was quick to assure you that it was nothing wrong. "Baby, don't be sad. I just think that we shouldn't be doing this in the living room." At first, you were confused by his statement, but then your eyes lit up by his meaning. You blushed and Jungkook smiled at your cheeks. "Let's take this in my bedroom, yeah?" You had never nodded your head this hard until right now.

Jungkook chuckled at your cuteness; you never fail to make him smile. He picked you up like you weighed nothing. You wrapped your legs around his torso, and your arms around his neck. Jungkook had his hands resting on the bottom of your ass, keeping you in place. He marched his way to his room, all while keeping his eyes on yours. You would usually feel nervous about the intense eye contact, but at this moment you were too lost in his big brown eyes. He looked at you with so much longing, and you loved that feeling.

Once he reached his room, Jungkook placed you on the bed and said, "I am so glad my parents aren't here today." He climbed on top of you, caging you in between his toned arms. "So, don't be quiet for me. Never be quiet for me." You were stunned by the words that had left your boyfriends' lips. It was like a different person entered his body. It was hard to muster any type of word, so you just nodded.

Jungkook can see that you were speechless by his behavior. He was actually having fun doing this to you. He wanted to push you even further, so, Jungkook slipped his hand underneath your shirt and inside your bra to lightly brushed his fingers on your hard bud. He saw your mouth go agape; he ordered, "Use your words, baby. I wanna hear you." You can see the mischievous glint along with lust swimming in his eyes. You cleared your throat and shakingly said, "I won't be quiet for you. I'll let you hear all of me."

Jungkook smirked, "That's my girl." He dived his head to your neck and sucked your soft skin. The hand that had brushed against you was now needing the plump area. "Ahh... babe." you moaned at the sensation. Jungkook unclasped his mouth from your neck, admiring the painting he had done. He licked the area grinning. When he had lifted his head back, he already saw the dazed look on your face.

Jungkook caressed your cheeks tenderly. "Why do you already look a bit fucked out, babe? I haven't done anything yet?" You grabbed a hold of his shirt and said, "It feels good." Jungkook chuckled. God, you were too adorable. You tried unbuttoning his shirt again, but Jungkook just swiftly took it off. You straight away raked your fingers along his abs. The feathering touch made Jungkook lightly flex his abs. "Aren't you a little horny?" You blushed from embarrassment at his words. You pinched his skin, "Shut up."

Jungkook grabbed a hold of your arms and placed them above your head. "Spread your legs, baby." And like a dog, you did what you were told. You watched Jungkook position himself between your legs; he was slowly grinding against your clothed pussy. You bite your lip, containing your moans. Jungkook saw the way you try quieting yourself. He released one of his hands away from your pinned arms, dragging your bottom lip down with his thumb. He groaned at you, "____, I said to never be quiet for me. So, stop biting your lips and moan for me, baby."

You released one sinful moan for your lover. He wasn't even inside you yet, but you already felt like cumming. Jungkook fully let go of your arms, and instead, he ripped open your shirt. You gasped at the action, "Jungkook! Babe, I liked that shirt." Jungkook unhooked your bra and threw it on the floor. "I'll buy your another one, baby. Now lift up your hips." You really didn't know what it was, but every time Jungkook demanded something, you would always be compliant.

He took off your shorts along with your underwear, and just like your bra, he discarded them on the floor. You laid bare in front of Jungkook's eyes. You looked ethereal to him like you were an angel living down on earth. Your hair was sprawled out on his sheets, your skin shining even though there was no sun, your legs wide open giving him a view of your pretty pussy, your breasts laid beautifully on your chest, and your face stared back at him with devotion. They say that nothing in this world is perfect, but to Jungkook you were the definition of prefect.

You stared at him while he took off his pants. You saw the outline of his thick cock, bulging on his boxers. You couldn't tear your eyes away; Jungkook noticed. He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his hard-on, gently rubbing himself on your hand. Jungkook exhaled and said, "You feel how hard I am for you, baby?" You licked your lips and meekly whispered, "Yes."

He placed your hand back by your side and bent down to you. His lips hovering above yours. "Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." You lifted up your pelvis, it was your turn to grind yourself on his clothed cock. You breathlessly spoke, "I want you to fuck me, but I want it slow." Jungkook groaned at your words.

He slipped out of his boxers and his cock sprung free. It hit you right on your clit, making you jolt. Before Jungkook could continue, he reached behind you, and right beside his bed was a small dresser. He dug into one of the drawers and pulled out a condom. Jungkook took off the plastic and tapped the rubber piece on your lips. He grinned, "Do you wanna put this on me, babe?"

You sat up and took the condom from your boyfriend. You had your eyes locked on his cock. It might've been weird to voice out, but Jungkook's cock was really pretty. His shaft was slightly lighter than his skin, and his tip was pretty pink. You could see the feint veins that circled his member, and he wasn't hairy, just a slightly shaven area that resided on top. You could see some pre-cum leaking out of him. He was pretty thick and long, you would've guessed him to be around eight inches.

You swallowed some air before you proceeded. You took him in one of your hands and placed the rubber on his tip. You tried sliding it down, but since your hand was too shaky it kept coming back up. Jungkook had seen your nervousness. He gently grabbed your hand, and he worried to you, "Need help, baby?"

You shot up at him and quickly replied, "No!" In the midst of your answer, you had gripped your boyfriend too hard. "Shit, babe! Not too hard, please?" You were quick to release him from the stronghold. You apologized, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I-I don't need help. I can do this." Jungkook nodded and copied back, "You can do this."

You tried sliding the condom back down again, and thankfully this time it stayed in place. You smiled at Jungkook like a kid who aced their pop quiz. He chuckled, "God, ____. Can you get any cuter?"

Jungkook looped one arm around your torso, slowly bringing you back down on the bed. He positioned himself back between your legs again and gently slid his cock between your folds. His movement sent tidal waves through your body. You moaned out, "Fuck, Jungkook. It feels good, but I want you in me." Jungkook placed his cock right at your entrance. He said, "If it hurts tell me, okay? I'll go slow like you want." You nodded.

You hugged your boyfriend readying yourself. Jungkook had licked his fingers, lubing you up. He slowly entered you, feeling your warm walls caging him tightly. Your arms around Jungkook tightened. It didn't hurt having him inside you. You have a dildo, so the feeling was nothing new. But this was your first time having other than a toy inside you. You softly moaned once he was fully inside, Jungkook as well. His mouth was right next to your ear. When you heard him groan it made your mind hazy.

"Am I hurting you, baby?" You shook your head at his question, but Jungkook wanted words. "I need to hear you say it." You murmured your words lowly, "No, you're not hurting me."

"I'm gonna move now, alright?"

"Alright."

Jungkook started slipping in and out of you. You created wetness, making it easier for him to not hurt you. It felt nice, but you wanted him to go deeper. You rasped out, "Deeper, Jungkook. I want it deeper." And that's what he did. Jungkook had reached deeper inside you, hitting your G-spot. Your body thrust up, touching your boyfriends' chest. "Shit!" you cried out.

Jungkook smirked to himself. Seeing you like this, only wanted him to go harder - faster. Placing you back down, he grunted, "Baby, can I go faster? Please?" You wanted to please your boyfriend like he was doing to you. So, you agreed.

Jungkook lifted up his body and moved you to the edge of the bed. With him standing, he placed your legs straight on his chest. He held your thighs with a firm grip and started thrusting you at a fast pace. Your body started moving up and down, your breasts doing the same.

The room echoed with the slapping of your guy's skin. You watched Jungkook as he fucked you. His head was leaned back; he was immersed in the pleasure. Jungkook was so glad that you are his first. He read online that having sex with someone feels so good, but to him, you felt like heaven.

Jungkook brought back down his head and snuggled between your legs. He rubbed his cheek along your calf. He beamed at you, "You're so precious, baby. So precious." You mimicked back his smile.

Jungkook went back to fucking you, never slowing down his pace. You gripped the sheets of his bed when you started to feel your high coming. Jungkook felt you holding his member hard, not letting him breathe. But he took it as a sign to go faster. When your high reached you, you jerked your body up, your body quivering. You moaned his name repeatedly. You never felt this much pleasure until now. Jungkook sure knows how to make you feel like you were in another world.

Jungkook watched as your body shook. He loved that he was the reason for your undoing. When your high came down, you thought that you guys would be done, but Jungkook had other plans. You gave your boyfriend a puzzling look when you felt that he was still in you. Jungkook cocked his head to the side, "Did you think it was over? Baby, I haven't even cummed yet." Your eyes bugged out.

Just as you were about to say something, Jungkook fucked you hard. He took your breath by surprise. You had just came, so when Jungkook added more pleasure to your sensitive cunt, you couldn't help but cry. You tried telling him to stop or slow down, but you could barely muster up any words.

Jungkook felt himself almost there. With one more thrust, he dropped your legs and collapsed on top of you, riding out his climax. His lips were right next to your ear; he was groaning out incoherent words. You both were out of breath, giving yourselves some time to be composed.

When you guys were finally calm, Jungkook pulled out of you. He discarded his filled condom in the trash. He gently pulled you up and asked, "Do you want to bathe together?" You smiled widely; you answered his question with a nod. You were about to walk with him to the bathroom, but Jungkook noticed your legs slightly trembling, so he picked you up bridal style.

You giggled at his action, holding him tight as he walked. When you made it into the bathroom, Jungkook sat you down on the closed toilet. You got worried that you might dirty it. "Wait, Jungkook, I don't think I should sit here. I don't want to dirty your toilet." Jungkook playfully scoffed at your concern. While he went to run the warm water, he shrugged, "It's fine if you dirty the toilet, babe. I can always clean it."

Minutes go by and the tub was finally filled. Jungkook carefully placed you in the tub. "Is the water warm for you?" You nodded your head and then urged him to get inside with you. Jungkook sat behind you; your back rested against his chest. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the warm and safe atmosphere. Jungkook looked down at you admiring your beauty. He could never get tired of looking at you. You captivated him, and he wasn't complaining.

Jungkook raked his fingers along your stomach; his head rested in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. With your eyes still closed, you spoke out, "You know, they say that a home is a place, but I don't think that's true." You opened your eyes and faced your lover. "Because I found a home in you; you're my home, Jungkook."

Jungkook buried his head deeper in your neck. He rarely blushes, but right now his face was painted bright red. He gave himself a minute to calm his beating heart. When he lifted up his head, he found that you had your eyes closed again. "____?" he called out. You responded to him with a little hum.

Jungkook took a deep breath in and a deep breath out and confessed, "I love you." Your eyes shot open, and you looked at him. Jungkook repeated, "I love you, ____. Every fiber of my being calls for you. My need for you is so strong, that I don't know what I'll do without you." You felt yourself crying, your body trembling. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you; he thought that what he had said made you sad. "____, I'm sorry. Please, don't cry."

You shook your head. You weren't crying because of what he had said, but because you were so happy. You were filled with so much joy and love. You sniffled to him, "I'm not crying because of something bad. I'm crying because you're making me so happy. I'm so happy, Jungkook." You wiped your tears away and grabbed his face. You admitted, "And I love you so much.”

Present

"I would like the veggie wrap, but please don't put in the bell peppers. And some sweet tea - no ice. Thank you." Becky handed her menu to the young waitress. "Ma'am, is there anything I can get you?" The girl had her attention switched to you. Getting ready to write, you gave her your answer, "I'll have the same, but I want the bell peppers put in. And for the drink, I'll just have plain water." The girl collected your menu and gave a curt nod.

After she left Becky spoke out, "I talked to Mason yesterday. ____, he's worried about you. You haven't texted or called him since the divorce. He's wondering if you're okay." You did a deep sigh. You didn't mean to make him worry; you just have a lot on your mind right now. You exhaled, "I'm okay, alright." Becky advised, "I'm not the one you should be answering to. If you claim to be okay, then call Mason and tell him." You nodded your head, not saying anything further.

Becky could see that you're not really here; your mind is someplace else. Ever since that night, you've been more closed off than usual. It's sometimes hard to make conversations with you since all you give is short direct answers. You were always pretty open with Becky, proud to say she knows about ninety percent of you. But recently, Becky has been left in the dark about your feelings.

She worried to you, "____, I want you to know that I'm here... that I'm not some stranger. You can talk to me." You stared at your best friend; you can see the worriedness in her beautiful face. You're definitely not doing a good job of making the people who care about you feel calm. You were ready to talk to Becky, but then the young waitress came up and brought the food. "Here's the wrap with no bell peppers for you," She gave Becky her food, and then you, "Here's your wrap with bell peppers. And your guy's drinks." Once she placed everything down, she added, "If you need anything just call me." And with that, the girl left.

Becky had noticed that you were about to say something. "What were you going to say, ____?" You begged, "Can we talk about this after we finished eating, Beck? Please?" Becky didn't want to push your buttons, so, she agreed to continue the conversation later.

Around thirty minutes later, you and Becky finished your lunch. You guys were now entering your car with a full stomach. Once you guys had your seatbelts buckled, you pulled out of the parking lot. The vehicle was silent, just a whispered voice singing through the stereo.

"Let's go to a park." Becky had broken the silence with her suggestion. You slightly turned your eyes to your best friend. "A park?" you questioned. Becky replied with a yes. With your eyes back on the road, you took some time thinking about the reason for the random pop-up. Then you remembered what you said at the restaurant. "To talk?" your voice laced with caution. Becky replied with another yes. You sucked in your cheeks and nodded. "Sure, why not."

You two arrived at a random park. The area didn't have a lot of people, which for you was great. You put your car in park and pumped up the air conditioning. It was silent yet again. Becky wanted to speak up, but she also wanted you to open up to her on your own. You were trying to figure out what to say to Becky without sounding incoherent. It took a minute before words left your mouth.

"Remember how I said I saw my ex that night?" Beck nodded her head. You continued, "Well, ever since that night I've been feeling lost... or I guess confused - I don't really know how to describe it. But seeing him made my heart swell with longing, but he was not the same as before. What happened that night rearranged my view - my feelings into something unbearable. The more I think about it, the more I know that I'm the reason for this pain. This feeling... it's like it's growing bigger, and it fills my heart with ache. I feel like I'm gonna be gone if these feelings keep being bottled."

Becky furrowed her brows; she was confused by your last sentence. "What do you mean 'gone', ____?" You gulped down some spit, "I mean that if I keep feeling like this, my sense of warmth might be extinguished." Becky's heart broke hearing her best friend say that she might lose any type of love. You've always been there for her, even when you were at your lowest. Becky said something that she might hope will help you. "Maybe you should try talking to him. Find some closure, ____."

You dropped your head to the steering wheel and gripped the sides. You shook your head at your friend's request; you explained, "I can't talk to him, Beck. You know, the last thing he said to me that night was that I was dead to him." You faced Becky. "Beck, he hates me... deeply. And I can't blame him, 'cause I hate myself too."

Becky turned her body completely towards you. She didn't want you to think badly about yourself. "____, don't say that." Just like Becky, you turned your body as well. Your frustration was building. "What am I supposed to say then, Becky? It's my fault that things are like this." Your voice started rising up, "It's my fault that we're broken! If you were there that day, Beck, you would've hated me as well."

Tears started freely flowing down. You grabbed your shirt and cried, "You didn't see the way his face looked when I told him that I accepted the marriage. You didn't feel the want in his hug - in his kiss when he begged for me to stay. You didn't hear the pain in his voice when he told me that I broke him. Becky, I left him alone and broken. I destroyed him. So, please... don't tell me that I shouldn't have said what I have said."

Becky hugged you the minute you ended your sentence. Her tears silently fell, while yours were loud and clear. Becky felt her shirt dampen, but she didn't care. You had wrapped your arms around your best friend tightly, holding on to her while you poured out your pain. You choked out, "I tried telling my parents that I didn't want this. I tried, Becky, I tried." Becky gently petted your hair and said, "I know, ____."

A Few minutes go by, and your crying had subsided. You pulled away from Becky and grabbed some tissues that were placed in the cup holder. You wiped your face from all the tears and snot. Becky softly rubbed your eyes and calmly said, "I wasn't there, so because of that I don't hate you. And if I was there, I still wouldn't have hated you, ____. Even though you couldn't stop your parents, you were still strong enough to try. That itself tells me how much you love this man. I know that I'll probably never be able to understand this pain, but one thing I do understand is the unbelievable love one person can have for the other. ____, this type of love is so powerful, it can heal the weak, but it can also destroy the strong. I know you said that you can't talk to him, but I think you should. If you don't... this feeling will keep being bottled - and just like you said, you'll be gone. I don't want that. So, just try talking to him."

Two years ago (the break up)

You had just gotten done having the meeting of your life with your parents. The discussion for an arranged marriage for you has been brought forth a week ago. Your parents wanted to expand their company by joining another company that was owned by their friends. They thought that marrying you with Mason would bring more publicity and fortunes to their companies. Your parents had known that you were already in a relationship, but they're the type of parents that don't care for their kids' opinions or feelings.

When they had announced that they were going to be marrying you, you shot them down the second the words had left their mouths. You left the room not giving them any time to say something back to you. You didn't want to hear it. That day, you held off on telling Jungkook about your parent's announcement. You had thought that they would respect your decision not to go through with this marriage. You thought that the discussion would end and there would be no reason to tell Jungkook, until today.

Your parents had called you to their office, and right when you entered the room, they dropped the bomb and told you that having this marriage is inevitable. You tried convincing them that this is not what you want, that you are happy with your life; loving and having Jungkook is all you want, but they didn't care. The only thought they had in their mind was strengthening their company. The debate went on for so long, with you crying and your parent's shouting.

They told you that if you didn't go through with this, they wouldn't hesitate on making Jungkook's life hell, starting with deporting his father. You called their bluff, telling them that they're not that cruel, but once they had ICE on call you were forced to agree. Your parents had a satisfying smirk knowing that their plan was working. You had gone up to your parents, wanting to physically hurt them, but your father beat you to it. He had slapped you right across the face, and even more, he did not hold back on giving you a right hook on your stomach. Your mother had a displeasing look on her face when you spat out vulgar words at them.

You ran out of their building to find sanctuary in your car. You didn't cry because of the pain your parents inflicted on you; you were crying because you were now going to be tied to someone who wasn't the love of your life; Jungkook. It took you a few minutes to calm down your breathing, and your crying, but once you did, you texted Jungkook that you were going to drive to his place for something important.

Jungkook got a bit nervous with your message; he tried calling you to see if you were okay, but you didn't answer. You didn't want him to hear the choked pain in your voice.

Here you are driving to your boyfriend's apartment, with blurry eyes. You know that driving in this state is unsafe, but you didn't care. You were lucky to have not run over any red lights or gotten pulled over for speeding. You pulled up to your boyfriend's apartment unscathed and without any tickets. You saw Jungkook pacing around his front door with a worried expression.

When he spotted you, he ran to your car door and hugged you. He expressed, "Baby, why weren't you answering my calls? I was worried about you." You couldn't speak; your body frozen was in panic. Jungkook noticed; he tried picking you up, but your legs collapsed on top of each other. He bent down to check for any injuries. Jungkook searched your body, and then he came across your face.

He let out a short breath, "____, your face! Your cheek! Baby, what happened?" You rasped out, "Can we take this inside? Please?" Instead of answering, Jungkook carefully picked you up and helped you to his apartment. He sat you down on his little sofa, with him going to the kitchen to get you an ice pack.

Your boyfriend returned and placed the cold pack on your bruising cheek. He wanted to question why you needed to talk, why you looked like you'd been crying so much, why your cheek is bruising, but he didn't want to bombard you with so many questions. He wanted you to talk to him when you were calm and ready.

You were trying to think of ways to break down the marriage to him, but no matter how you were to say it, you know that Jungkook would be hurt. Your head was down, but you could feel the anxious stare your boyfriend was giving you. You tried mustering up some words to say, but all that came out was unstable breaths.

Seeing you in this state had Jungkook on edge. He's never seen you like this before, and it quite terrifies him. Seeing you made his heart churn with indescribable panic. All that he could do was hold you, waiting for your mind to be steady.

The clock kept ticking and you still hadn't said anything. You just stared at the floor, with nothing but fidgeting eyes. Jungkook was a patient man, but in this scenario, he was feeling a bit restless. Jungkook tried speaking up, "Babe, ar-" You cut him off, blurting out your proclamation, "I'm getting married."

Jungkook's whole world stopped when those words left your mouth; he felt his heart drop. He stood up and raked his fingers through his hair. You were still seated, watching your boyfriend getting stressed. Your body was still, but you felt your tears slowly fall. The moment you said the words, you knew, you knew that everything was will never be the same.

Jungkook's heart was racing faster than the speed of light. His body felt cold, like what you had said dumped ice all over him. He couldn't control his breathing; his chest heaving up and down in a disbelief manner. He turned to you, catching sight of your broken spirit. He would usually hug you - comfort you, but all he wanted to do right now is ask you, his questions. Jungkook shakingly said, "Are you serious? 'Cause if you're playing with me right now, ____, I'll forgive you. We can move on with this horrible joke of yours." He tired laughing, hoping that you were joking.

You faced back down on the floor; your tears making it hard to see anything. With his question, you shyly nodded your head. You heard Jungkook release a pain exhale. You could feel the pain steaming off of him. You didn't want to lift your head; you were scared of the sight you might see.

You heard Jungkook gasping for air like he was finding it hard to function. You tried muffling your sobs that were escaping, but it didn't work. Jungkook demanded, "Look at me, ____." You couldn't. How could you? After what you said, you don't have the strength to face him. He demanded again, "____, look at me." this time you can hear the plead in his voice.

You lift your head, hating the sight you were seeing. The one person who you never wanted to hurt, showed a face full of agony. You did this to him. Your tears were now rapidly flowing; you tried wiping them away, but they did not prevail.

Jungkook didn't know why you were hurting. He had every reason to feel like this, but you? His voice rasped out his questions, "W-was it me? Did I do something wrong? Wa... was I not good enough for you, ____?" You vigorously shook your head. All his questions were far from it. "Then why?" Jungkook gripped his shirt; his voice was rising. He cried to you, "Why a-are you doing this to me? Did you have a relationship with this guy, and you didn't tell me? Is-is that the reason you're marrying him and not me?"

You stood up quickly, crying to him that his questions were not the reason. He repeated, "Then why?" You couldn't tell him why. You didn't want him to know, because if you did, you knew that he would tell you not to worry about him. He would tell you that you guys can fight through this, but he doesn't know your parents. The vile things they can do to him and his parents. So, you left that part out, "My parents want to wed me with a friend's son to bring more success to both companies."

Jungkook nodded his head, feeling somewhat hopeful that you didn't agree; your parents just told you, you were getting married. "Okay, this was all your parents. Baby, just decline them and then we can go back to normal." You saw him optimistically smile. You wished that was the case; you wished it was that easy. You brokenly said, "No, Jungkook. It was my decision... I accepted the marriage."

Jungkook cried yet again. Why would he think that? Stupid! He felt stupid. "Why would you accept it? You're not happy with me, are you?" You told him a white lie, "I think that as their daughter, I need to do this." Jungkook shook his head, not believing you. "What about what you want? ____, I thought that what we have is everything and more, but you seem so willing to let go of our five years. Is this truly what you want?"

You wanted to say no. You wanted to be with him forever; that this marriage is not what you want, but the words got stuck in your throat. You didn't know what to say. Jungkook knows you like the back of his hand; he could see the hesitation; he could see your body frozen in contemplation. He knows deep down that you don't want this. So, why are you doing this?

Jungkook walked towards you, holding you tenderly in his arms. Dipping his head to the crook of your neck, breathing you in like always. "____, stay with me." Your eyes were hurting from all the crying, but you couldn't help it. Jungkook felt your body tremble; he felt your tears sliding down your face, down your neck, and onto his face, it only made him hold you tighter. He felt himself crying just as hard as you. "Stay with me, ____." He let you go, only for him to cup your face, and give you a passionate kiss. "Please, baby. I need you to stay with me. Can you stay with me?"

You could feel the want in his hug - in his kiss, but you couldn't - you wouldn't drag him down, because of your love. You didn't want him and his parents to suffer because of you. You saw his eyes begging you to say yes. You know that your answer was going to hurt him, but rather this than the long-suffering pain he would feel to lose his father. Pushed him off of you, and you let out a strangled sob. You saw pain taking hold of him. You wailed, "I can't... I won't stay with you, Jungkook. I could never forgive myself if I did."

You saw him clutch a part of his shirt where his heart was. You heard him whimpering. Jungkook hiccupped, "____, please don't do this. We can be together. Your parents - your husband won't have to know." Jungkook knew he was being pathetic; begging you like this, but he would go to any length if it meant that you'll stay with him. "I don't want you to leave me. I love you."

Your face scrunched up, trying to contain the pain you were feeling. His words sent an ache through your heart. You wished everything was that easy. You didn't want Jungkook to love a horrible person like you; a person who would lie to him, a person who would tear him piece by piece. The only way to make him hate you is to say the impossible, "These past six years spent with you, were everything and more. But I don't love you anymore, Jungkook. It's time we took our separate paths."

Jungkook felt himself die inside. He was shaking his head, trying to deny your words, but you sound so convincing. If he knew that this type of pain was to happen, he would've never confessed his feelings to you. The one person who he tied himself with, the one person who he gave his whole heart, the one person who he loved broke him. He whispered to you, "You absolutely broke me, ____. Destroyed me." He didn't spare you a glance; he walked to his front door, opened it, and yelled, "Get the fuck out of my house, before I fully succumb to you, truly!"

You knew that this was gonna come. You knew that sooner or later he would yell and say harsh things to you. Still, you could help but be appalled by his words. You carefully walked your way to the door. Tears come down streaming harshly, knowing that this will be the last time you step foot in his home. Right at the entrance, you faced your now ex-boyfriend and saw the stern and pained expression plastered on his face. You timidly said, "I'm sorry, Jungkook."

Jungkook swiftly turned his eyes out the door, signaling to leave his apartment; you did just that. You turned around wanting to at least say one last goodbye, but before you got the chance to, Jungkook slammed the door, leaving alone on a cold April day.

Present

"So, don't worry about me, Mason. Call me when you get this." You ended the voicemail.

You were outside the club waiting for your ex to be finished. It took a lot of thinking about what Becky had said, and you came to the conclusion that she was right. You didn't want to spend the rest of your life avoiding this, you wanted to have some peace of mind. You don't know how he'll react or how he'll be, but you just hoped that he'll be willing to listen.

Time was speeding up and your body was getting tired. Right when you were about to head to your car to rest your legs, a group of people exited the club. It was hard identifying the group because they were heading in the opposite direction from you.

If you hadn't spotted Carter, you would've thought that this trip was useless. You and Carter made eye contact, and you watched him whisper to another guy who had his arm slung over the shoulders of a pretty woman. You knew that the man was Jungkook. It wouldn't matter how many years have passed; you'll always be able to identify him.

You wanted to get closer to hear what was being exchanged but to be respectful, you gave them their boundaries. The group of people already left, just leaving the four of you alone. You couldn't see his face, but by the way, Carter is expressing, you knew that the conversation was getting frustrating. Your body started fidgeting, you were getting impatient.

The conversation seemed to have ended when Carter gave you a bright smile. He pulled the woman towards him and gave Jungkook a wave of goodbye. Now it was just you two alone. Jungkook still had his back faced to you, but you can tell he was annoyed.

You spoke up, slightly shouting, "Can we talk, Jungkook?" For what seemed like forever, he finally turned to you. He trudged his way to you; he seethed, "Were my words that night not enough for you to know that I don't want to see you?" You were blinking frantically. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"I just want to talk. You don't have to say anything, I just want you to listen. I'm begging you." Your head was down, eyes closed. You started fiddling with your fingers. "I don't deserve it, but will you allow me to be selfish just one time?"

Jungkook stared down at you. He's not gonna admit it, but he also wanted to talk with you. He took some deep breaths through the nose, and said, "Did you bring your car? Where's your car?" You lifted your head in an instant. You exhaled and gave a relieved smile to yourself. Jungkook saw your small smile and somewhere deep down inside him, he felt his heart swell.

You made a beeline to your car, Jungkook following closely behind you. Once you made it inside, everything was quiet. Not a peep was made from the both of you. You thought that since you wanted to talk, you should start first. "Thank you... for agreeing to this. I wanted to talk because I need to have this closure." You faced your head to Jungkook, but all he was looking at was outside your car window. "I feel like we can take our first step into healing through this talk."

Without looking at you, Jungkook mumbled, "I tried to feel something new with someone else, but all I could see in them is how they're not you." You started biting your lips; you felt guilty. "There was this woman I met around close to a year of our break up. She was a customer at the club, and all she ordered was a glass of water." Jungkook started laughing at the memory. "She started coming in more often, and I found a friend in her. She was kind, smart, beautiful... she was perfect. I thought that she was everything I wanted in a girl. But every time we tried to progress our relationship; I kept holding her off. All I could feel - all I could want was you. I didn't want someone perfect," Tears started to slowly fall down Jungkook's eyes. He faced you with his eyes red. "I wanted someone who messy, loud, clumsy... broken. All I wanted was you, ____."

You were choking on your sob. You placed your hand on your mouth, trying to cancel out any noise. Wanting to add to your pain, Jungkook confessed "I went to your wedding. I blended myself with the hundreds of those invited people. I saw you walk down the aisle in your beautiful wedding dress. You truly make a beautiful bride, ____. I saw you guys hold hands, heard your vows, and say your 'I do's'. I saw you guys kiss. I couldn't stay any longer, so I went back home. I laid in bed staring at my ceiling, it took me a while to figure out that I was crying. And I realized that my tears were no longer for you. They're for me; the me you destroyed. How could you do this to us? How could you do this to me? You didn't love me."

You shook your head, denying his last sentence. "Don't say that! You may hate me, and that's fine, but you have no right to say that I didn't love you. Jungkook, my love for you was infinite and it still is. You know, the moment I left you, I killed half of myself. And to this day, I'm still half a person. You know, I have spent the first year missing you, wanting you, needing you." You cried harder like you were reliving your pain. "My ex-husband tried consoling me, and it would work for a little while. But every time night rolls around, the moon brings back my pain. I'll never ever forgive myself for the pain I brought to you."

"It doesn't matter now. You ruined everything." You cried harder because he was right, but you didn't wanna keep being reminded. "I know! I know that everything is my fault. But please, Jungkook, stop reminding me of my faults. I hate myself enough as it is."

Jungkook questioned, "Then why? I want the honest truth now. Don't hide from me. Why would you accept the marriage?" Jungkook wanted answers that you couldn't give to him before.

Now that you are divorced, you have nothing holding you back. "It's true when I said that I accepted the marriage. It was fully my decision, but they really left me no choice. They were going to call ICE on your father. Jungkook, they wanted to make you and your parents suffer." You started shaking your head; your tears falling in the process. "I didn't want that to happen because of my selfishness."

You were crying, but all that Jungkook could think about was one thing. "Is that why you came home that day with a bruising cheek? Did those fuckers do that to you?" You were quiet; you didn't have to say anything for Jungkook to know the answer. He took a deep sigh, "Why didn't you tell me? God, I feel like killing them."

You scoffed, "What would you do if I told you? I think you're forgetting just how powerful my parents are. Jungkook, they will stop at nothing to achieve something."

He retaliated back, "So will I! I don't care how powerful your parents are, ____. If putting in my blood, sweat, and tears means that I could still have you, I will. It was wrong for me to say that you didn't fight back, but I would've started a war for you if it meant that we could still be together. If my father were to be deported, my mom would go with him; they can't imagine a life without each other. That's the same thing with me. I couldn't imagine a life without you, but it's too late now, huh? The chance to fight is over now."

You quietly asked, "You wouldn't fight for me now?" That question had stumped Jungkook. He wanted to say that he will, but it wouldn't sound right. Many things have happened over the past two years. Jungkook has learned to move on, to live without you. Of course, he's not fully healed, but after this talk, he feels like he can fully live his life without the pain you bring. But you, you were still stuck in the past. You had hoped that maybe, just maybe everything would be back to the way it was.

Jungkook answered your question from the truth in his heart, "No... I wouldn't fight for you now. ____, what we had is something I'll always treasure. The years I spent with you felt like heaven. You were my haven. You were my first everything, I could never forget that. I wished it had been me standing at the altar. I wished it had been me marrying you. I wish for a lot of things, but those are just wishes. Two years isn't a lot of time, but during that period I've learned to move on with my life."

Jungkook cupped your crying face. He held you tenderly. His eyes filled with sorrow. "I loved you so much, ____. Actually, I-I still love you. I don't think I'll stop loving you. We were just two people who loved each other but weren't meant to be." He started wiping your fallen tears.

Jungkook gave you one last kiss. You guys kissed with so much love and regret. The tears from both of you made the kiss salty, but you guys didn't mind. You gripped his shirt, and he gripped your waist. This was truly the last contact you both will make.

Pulling apart was hard but needed. You knew that he was right. It's time for you to move on. You whispered to him, "I realize now that I can't keep holding on to something I can't have anymore. I'm ready to let you go, Jungkook."

Jungkook connected his forehead to yours, and said, "If once we're ready, faith will bring us together again. Whether it be in this lifetime or the next, I'll wait for you with open arms." You smiled at his words. You both know deep down that being together again won't happen - at least not in this life.

Five years later

Many things have happened in the five years since your guy's last talk. You had moved out of the city along with Becky and started room mating with Mason. The first two years of moving forward were hard, but with the help of Becky and Mason, everything started to feel just right. Your two friends opened up their own law firm called M & B Laws. You also got a job at a daycare not too far from their work.

Since that night, you have never seen Jungkook again, but you were grateful to have followed his Instagram profile. You guys would exchange DM's here and then, asking about each other's days, new stuff. But after the third year, the texts stopped coming and you guys were now strangers.

You were alone at home, and Becky and Mason were working overtime. In times like this, you wished you had a dog or cat, a companion to keep you company. The TV was playing Iron Man; you weren't too focused on the TV screen, instead, the only thing that had your attention was your phone screen. Scrolling through Instagram, and liking random stuff, you came across a post from Jungkook.

You sat up from the couch. It's been months since his last post. The picture that was displayed on your screen was a photo of Jungkook and a woman. You tucked your hair from behind your ears to get a better look. His post was seven hours ago. The caption from his post said, "Happy 2 years, baby! I'm happy to have circled the sun with you twice, and I can't wait for more. I love you, Yuna!"

You from before would've been so heartbroken. She would've cried herself to sleep, despising herself more and more for losing him. But you are so happy now; you are so happy for him. You looked at the picture and for the first time in a long time, Jungkook showcased a genuine and happy smile. His eyes weren't facing the camera, they were locked on the beautiful woman in front of him. His eyes were filled with so much love and adoration, his smile was shining with so much joy. Your heart's not broken, it's far from it. Your heart is healed, and your heart is happy. You can't wait to see what the world has to offer.

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delqcate · 7 months

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-–— AUTUMN CHILL : FLUFFTOBER DAY 2

day two is finally here!! just a small sort of disclaimer, i have never experienced autumn/fall before but i am a lover of the season and aesthetic so this is just my idea based off of photos and films. also i'm back to my roots i love that for me 🫶 | flufftober | navigation

p.s. i appreciate your guy's love for the first fic. jellydoger liking my fic was definitely a small fangirl moment for me

summary: a game of hide and seek in the forbidden forest ends with worry over your cold hands

warnings/cw: no use of y/n , lots of descriptions , lmk if there's more

word count: 0.7k

paring: draco malfoy x you

Hogwarts always had a special charm to it when the chilly seasons came. The castle was already decorated with pumpkins and the air had never felt better, oh, and the leaves. The crunch as you step on them, how beautiful they look on or off the trees. Autumn in Hogwarts was definitely something worth experiencing.

Which is how you were able to trick Draco into a small game of hide and seek with you after some drinks in The Three Broomsticks. "I know you're here somewhere, darling. The leaves aren't really your best friend today." He calls out in a teasing manner while you were trying your hardest to not step on said leaves, no matter how crunchy they seemed.

The closer he got, the more you started to rethink your hiding spot. There weren't many places to hide in the forbidden forest besides trees, trees, and more trees— and as tempting as hiding in the leaves would be, that would be too much work— so you had to act fast and quick.

You quickly found a clear path but Draco was always close behind, staying still and silent to find you quicker. As you continued to run, you were definitely running out of breath, so as soon as you found a big enough tree to hide behind, you sat there and scanned your eyes all over the forest. Shades of orange and red fill your vision.

He felt close by as if he was right behind you. You weren't too tense since besides harmless creatures frolicking around, it was just the both of you, but you still had to keep your guard up. Something did catch your eye though: a leaf in the shape of a heart. Some parts of it were bent, but it also seemed natural.

A smile grew on your face as you continued to look at it, carefully pocketing it with the worry of getting it crushed. What you didn't realize, was that Draco—

"Boo!" He quickly taps your shoulders and yells, laughing as you flinch and slap his arm instinctively. "Draco!" Your breath was heavy, but you couldn't help but let out a laugh as well. He crouches beside you, your back pressed up against the tree and your legs curled up to your chest.

He had a soft smile on his face, perfect gray-blue eyes, and beautiful, kissable lips. He was perfect in your eyes, you were perfect in his. He leans in and gives your lips a soft peck before taking your hands in his.

"Your hands are freezing, love. I told you, you should've worn your gloves." He frowns, slipping off his own. "It's fine, I promise. I don't need yours, don't worry." She takes his hands to stop him, but he gently nudges them away, slipping one of his gloves on your hand.

"If you won't take both, at least take one. Mother made them..." He smiles, admiring the black gloves with the signature 'M' embroidered on the top with silver.

You look at the glove with a smile, it didn't fit properly, but it felt like it did too. Your eyes meet his and you let out a soft giggle as you noticed his face, his nose was pink, as well as his cheeks. You gave a soft kiss on all three spots, his cheeks seemingly getting more pink.

"The autumn chill hasn't been too kind to you now, hasn't it?" You tilt your head to the side a little to admire his face a little more, a small smile on your face. He chuckles and shakes his head, his blonde hair moving along.

"Maybe, maybe not. How about we warm up in the castle? The others are probably there as well anyways." He stands up and offers a hand to you, taking it graciously. "Sure. Oh, I wanna show you something I found!" You say as your smile grows wide, pulling out the leaf you found.

"Isn't it beautiful?" There was a sparkle in your eye, he loved that about you. He nods and smiles wide, wrapping an arm around you as if to warm you up from the cold weather. "Mhm, just like you." He kisses your head as both of you walk back to the warmth of the castle.

#★ — ﹙flufftober . . . 🍁﹚#★ — ﹙daydreaming . . . 📜﹚#draco malfoy #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy blurb #draco fluff #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco lucius malfoy

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genshin characters' bodies headcanons

ok so we all know that genshin impact's in-game models leave much to be desired, soooo I wanted to explain some of the headcanons I have about characters’ physical features that don’t really get explored in game :) aka genshin but with actual body diversity lets goooooo (no this does not include genitalia)

I’m using Fenty Beauty Pro Filt’r foundation shades to describe skin tone (you can go to their website here for references!)

cw: description of body parts, mentions of scars/past injuries, sfw

characters: diluc, kaeya, childe, beidou

word count: ~1k

Diluc Ragavindr

this man is BUILT!

thick muscular tree trunk arms and legs to support that giant ass claymore he swings around; and a wide, muscular back spread

He has a lot of muscle but he’s not super cut, there’s a slight layer of fat over it all so he has that soft but bulky build (and big tiddies)

big, strong veiny hands with thick fingers that aren’t stubby but not slender, he simply keeps his nails short but doesn’t do any fancy upkeep

I imagine him to be around 5’10” because I like to think he’s a little shorter than Kaeya (who totally makes fun of him for it)

he probably has some old scars on his arms and legs, which he pays little to no mind to

he has a tall nose bridge and a strong brow so it looks like he’s always scowling even if he’s not (no more alien bug eyes lmfao)

He has naturally pouty lips, but when he smiles (which he rarely does) he looks absolutely angelic

Fair skinned but with a warm undertone (fenty beauty shade 105), it’s hard to get him embarrassed but if you do, he blushes easily

The fluffiest hair you can imagine, its so soft and so pretty but he doesn’t really take special care of it so it’s usually just thrown back in a ponytail

He has a fair bit of body hair on his arms and legs, and if he doesn’t shave for a couple days he gets stubble on his face

Kaeya Alberich

Long, lanky and slender, but still muscular

He’s got toned arms and legs from being a Knight of Favonius but he’s not as stocky as Diluc, it’s more like a lean fit situation

His hands are big but his fingers are more slender and elongated

He takes care of his nails and lets Klee paint them sometimes :)

He has a slightly crooked smile that’s oh so charming, but it never quite reaches his eyes

He has the most beautiful long fluttering eyelashes and kissable lips

I imagine Kaeya to be about 6’2” or so, most of that height is from his long ass legs

He also has miscellaneous battle scars but he prefers to keep them hidden so people don’t ask too many questions about his past

Wide shoulders but a narrow waist (for other men to grab)

Much darker skin than the in-game model, and I think his undertones are cool (fenty beauty shade 340 or 450 I can’t decide)

His hair is also fluffy but the strands are longer and coarser than Diluc’s so it falls more evenly; also his hair is wavy when brushed out, but when he wakes up it forms into curls naturally! I also imagine him to take better care of his hair than his brother

Has less body hair than Diluc and cannot grow even facial hair to save his life (he prefers a clean look anyways)

Childe/Ajax/Tartaglia

he’s very muscular and cut from years of nonstop fighting, literally a greek god

He could crush your head between his thick thighs like a watermelon

He’s pretty damn tall, standing at around 6’4” or so, pretty even proportions

This man is pasty af!!! His undertones are cool and his skin has a pink, rosy glow (fenty beauty shade 100)

He cannot get a tan to save his life, instead he gets a shit ton of freckles all over his face and body, the freckles fade in the winter but they’re always slightly visible

His body is absolutely covered in battle scars because he’s so reckless, but he wears them with pride as proof of his training and skills

He has a scar on his forehead that cuts through his eyebrow, giving him a permanent eyebrow slit

His hair is the exact consistency and color of Ed Sheeran’s

His nose has a bump in the middle and it’s a little crooked because he broke it and it never healed properly (he doesn’t care to get it fixed)

His neck is thick and he has a prominent adam’s apple

Slightly thinner lips that are a pale pink, they naturally rest in an easy smile to juxtapose his dead eyes

He has small dimples on both cheeks when he smiles

Beidou

MUSCLE MOMMY, I’d like to think shes in her late 30’s or early 40’s

She has an overwhelmingly large presence, immediately taking over the aura of any room she enters

She has a wide, muscular back rife with scars that she flexes when she’s drunk

She’s pretty tanned from being out on the sea all the time and has a warm undertone (fenty beauty shade 255)

Could also crush your head with her thick thighs or biceps (her lat spread is insane)

Definitely has washboard abs, a perfect 6-pack

She’s pretty tall, around 5’11”

Blunt and thick fingers, she doesn’t bother with fancy nail care but keeps them tidy

Her hair is very coarse, straight and thick, the kids in Liyue Harbor try to play with it using clips and braids but they always fall out because her hair is so resilient

She has deep set smile lines and crow’s feet from many years of hearty laughter

Her eyes are monolid; technically speaking it’s just one eye since the other was lost in a vicious battle a long time ago

She has a long scar running over her lost eye from her forehead to the middle of her cheek, and another smaller scar on the corner of her lips

Her nose is rounded at the end and also used to be crooked from a fight, but Ningguang made her fix it because a deviated septum is bad for breathing

a/n: this was soooo much fun i have so many more ideas for other characters but lmk who you wanna see next :3

#genshin impact #my work #sfw #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #diluc headcanons #kaeya headcanons #childe headcanons #beidou headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #childe tartagalia

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fairy-hub · 10 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮/ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: softest hint of brat reader, begging, overstimulation, cleaning his cum off him, thigh riding, jerkin off, teasing, daddy/princess, pussy drunk, mating press, established relationship, heavy praise, some praising degradation, suguru moves the sofa with his thrusts, light cock sucking, some riding

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐲: i needed to take a little writing break from that gang bang fic im fighting writer's block and it's giving me a stress headache. So i'm taking a few day's break from the fic, that and suguru man-spreading in episode two has me feeling some type of way.

The tired, disappointed look on your husband’s face does little to quell the throbbing between your legs. It feeds at your festering guilt for snapping at him earlier. Pleading with him,

"Please Daddy I'm sorry." Suguru tilts his head to the side, his long bangs drifting closer to his kissable lips. Shiny with your lip gloss.

"I don't think you are. That's too bad, your beautiful drooling cunt looks so needy." You glance down between his muscular thighs parted to show his heavy thick balls on the sofa. And how he is stroking his cock your aching to give attention to. Whining at the sweet slick sounds of Suguru fisting his lubed-up cock.

"I'm sorry, I should have calmly told you how I was feeling instead of bottling it up and snapping. I had no reason to be a brat." Suguru strokes his thick, cock. The two veins underneath occasionally pulse. "Please Daddy!"

Moaning when he glides his hand up thick pre-cum pearls on his fat head. "I'll do better! Please forgive me daddy!" You want to trace the ridge yet soft line of his cockhead with your tongue. Taste him, feel cock throb in your mouth as you take him deeper.

Suguru groans, "Your cries are so beautiful. Are you that turned on by watching me jerk off?" Stroking hiscock faster. Opening his mouth, groaning your name. "So fucking close." Whining, leaning forward, sticking your tongue out. Suguru's large body tenses, his abs, and thighs flexing.

He tilts his head back, grabbing a handful of his hair. Jerking his cock a couple more times, thick white cum spurting onto his abs and trickling onto his fist. You can feel your heartbeat in your soaking cunt.

Without thinking you lean forward, wrap your lips around his head, and swirl your tongue around him. Suguru leans forward, sliding his hand down to the base so you can take more of him into your mouth.

"Shit! Fuckin' suck my cock so well! Princess too much, don't stop showing me how sorry you are." Suguru's cock and cum in your mouth turning you on as much as a big, strong, dominating man tremble.

Slipping his cock out with a pop, kissing down his length, licking the cum off his hand. "I'm sorry Daddy, I'll do better next time. Let me clean you up like a good slut." Gently prying his hand, jerking his cock off to keep him from softening. Whilst you lick his hand clean quickly, sucking on his fingers.

Line him up with your pucker lips. Swiping his overly sensitive head on your lips. "You're so beautiful Daddy." His cheeks flush pink, lips curving into a hazy, pleasure-drunken smile.

"You're breathtaking princess, so gorgeous with your kissable, tempting soft lips. You can be such a good girl. Why don't you let Daddy see the pretty face you make when you cum?" Standing up, your knees aching and wobbly from kneeling for so long.

He grabs your hips, pulling you into his lap. Settling yourself, lining Suguru up with your soaking cunt. "Are you sure my pussy won't be too much for you to handle?" Sinking yourself down, taking him in one easy, fluid motion. The wet squelch music to your ears.

Suguru digs in his nails, his eyes roll back, "Ohhhhhfuccck!" His jaw drops. When he can finally look at you, the pussy drunk look in his eyes could make you cum on the spot. Clenching his throbbing, veiny cock he whines,

"Too tight! Princess fuck your so damn-nnn." You can't fight against the pace Suguru sets. Helping you meet his brutal harsh desperate thrusts. "Gonna fuck you stupid, break your pussy, stuff her full." Dragging your nails down his chest, smearing some cum on his abs.

Grabbing his arms, feeling them tense and flex whilst he bounces you on his cock. "Gonna fuck my princess till her pussy can't handle anymore. Make you hold my cum afterward, and not a let a single drop trickle out of your sore cunt. Whilst I keep playing with your puffy clit." Your loudly moaning as his thick, long cock stretches your cunt, reaching deep inside you.

Keeping his cock in you, Suguru pins you onto the sofa, grabbing your thighs and spreading you in a mating press. Using his weight to press you into the squishy sofa, so you don't bounce away from his harsh thrusts.

Filling your living room is the sounds of skin slapping, your cunt sqeuchling overlaps Suguru and Your's groans. When you hear the sofa scrab, moving with Suguru's rough thrust. "You're so beautiful, I love you, love your squishy cunt that takes my cock so well. Whose pretty cunt is this?" He strokes your clit.

It's too much, you haven't even cummed yet and every overly-rough thrust from his too-hard cock is more than you can handle. And you it all, to drown in the intensity of the pleasure.

"I love you Daddy! Love how you're too much, please Daddy you always spoil my pussy. Fuck me till I can't walk. Please break your pussy Daddy! It's yours!" The sofa is slowly moving across the floor, scratching it. It shouldn't turn you on this much that his hips could have so much strength. Matched only by his stamina.

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m-jelly · 11 months

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Your Leather Gloves

Episode 1 - A wet meeting.

Pairing: Erwin x Fem! Curvy!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, falling in love, confident Erwin, flirting, mentions of blood, mentions of weapon, injuries, healing, Curvy reader, possessive Erwin, slight yandere traits.

Concept: You return home to find your door unlocked and a trail of blood going through your apartment to your bathroom. You find that a man is in your bath with a bullet wound to his shoulder. You help him out and let him stay over as he recovers. The tension between the two of you rises as feelings start to bubble away.

Taglist of who would like Erwin: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity

Episode 2

Fear. Confusion. Intrigued.

An unlocked door was partially open with a smudge of crimson blood on the doorframe. Hesitant feet shifted a little in place as conflicting voices fought each other in a confused head. Little spatters of blood created a twisted version of Hansel and Grettles breadcrumb trail to a destination.

A pained groan echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom. Water shifted around a large body and soaked clothes causing them to cling tightly to a muscular body. The clear water was slowly changing in colour and had a slight pink tint to it.

Ocean blue eyes flicked up to the doorway when a cute gasp was released. The wounded man was not expecting a beautiful woman to be standing in the doorway of his old friend's home. He didn't expect an old man to have such a lovely woman walking around.

He went to speak but a small towel collided with his face. He let out a grunt and yanked the towel away. He locked eyes with the cute and sexy woman in the bathroom again before being smacked again by another hand towel.

"Who the hell are you!?" You cried out. "Why are you in my apartment!?" You eyed the man in your bath, it wasn't full but it was slightly filled as if he has used it to wash himself. "Why are you wet?"

"Erwin Smith, a pleasure to meet you." He slowly pushed his damp hair back with his wet hand. "I'm looking for Dr Crane. He's a friend and he helps me out."

Your attack drive went as sorrow filled your heart. "Dr Crane is dead."

Erwin's Adam's apple moved as he swallowed bringing your attention to this divine thick neck. "Dead?" He felt confused. "When? How?" His big hand clenched into a fist as he thought about a possible murder. "Who?"

You moved closer to Erwin and collected the towels from the floor. "He just didn't wake up one morning."

He flicked his judgemental gaze to you, but his harsh gaze faded quickly as he took in your divine curves. He enjoyed your thick thighs and behind as well as your plump breasts. He inhaled deeply and felt overcome with arousal at your delicious natural scent. He kept thinking about sinking his teeth into you and sucking your skin so he could mark you with a lovebite.

You turned to look at Erwin and felt your cheeks burn. His white shirt was seethrough so his rippling muscles were on display to you. He had a light dusting of blonde chest hair, along with a long treasure trail of blonde hair from his belly button to his trousers. You didn't know where to look because the charm in his face was just as delightful to look at. His jawline was strong, his nose defined, his eyes big and bright and the most kissable lips.

"He uh..." You fiddled with the towels in your hands. "He was a great man. I don't know why, but he left me this place in his will." You looked down. "I don't know if there was anything for you."

He lowered his head for a moment. "I'll look into it." He released a long sigh and leaned his head back over the edge of the bath. "I will pay my respects to him soon." He looked over at you. "What's your name, babydoll?"

You pouted at him as you said your name. You moved your gaze to the gun on your floor. "That uh...that been used in a crime?"

Erwin stared at you for a while before answering. "It's best if you don't know." He groaned as he felt pain shoot through him. "Would you be a peach and help me out? I have a bullet in my shoulder and I'd appreciate it if you'd get it out and sew me up."

You gulped hard. "I don't know how to do that!"

"I'll talk you through it."

You hummed a bit. "Fine."

He smirked. "Fantastic. Now, I'm sure Dr Crane left a medical kit around here."

You let out a long sigh. "You are damn lucky I haven't cleared this place out fully."

Erwin watched you leave and eyed you closely. He chuckled at how cute you were and wanted to have you as his so badly. He grunted a little as he fought his feelings. He adjusted his hips a bit and sat up more. He smiled as you rushed back into the bathroom and sat on a stool at his side.

He undid his shirt and peeled it off himself. "All right, let me guide you through this." He talked you through everything and smiled as you dug into his wound for the bullet. "You're doing well. You'll know it when you feel it."

You gasped when you felt it. "Ah!" You slowly removed the bullet from his shoulder and dropped it in a tray. "Got it!"

"Good girl. Now, stitch me up."

You shifted close to him and started. You felt your cheeks burning at touching Erwin's warm skin and having his ocean-blue eyes staring at you. You glanced at him and saw him smirk. "Stop staring."

"Why?"

You cleared your throat. "It's distracting."

"Forgive me, but you are incredibly beautiful."

You sighed and patched him up. "You are very mistaken. I am not something special. Just look at me."

Erwin eyed you and felt himself drooling. "Oh, I am and I love every inch before me."

You stood up quickly. "Y-You need to dry off." You grabbed a towel and slapped it on your stool. "You can rest in my bed. Um...I'll find some clothes."

Erwin stood up and climbed out of the bath with a heavy thud allowing you to know just how muscular he was and the weight to him. He walked closer to you and towered over you. He rather liked that he was bigger than you and you were so small compared to him. He loved how curvy and plump you were. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands all over your body and squeeze.

He reached over and played with your hair as you let out the cutest squeak. "I appreciate it."

The tv softly hummed with a show but no one was watching it. All of the focus and attention was on you. Blue eyes followed you everywhere. Every single thing you did was watched closely. You were adored, wanted and needed.

Erwin had gotten to know the delicious peach that was you and you had gotten to know him. He rather liked that you did not judge him for his job, you simply told him that he had to earn his keep and as long as he didn't hurt an innocent person in his line of work he could say. It was true, Erwin only ever hurt really bad people.

He released a long sigh as you handed a coffee to him just the way he liked it. He felt like a married couple and rather enjoyed it. He was besotted by you. He wanted to make you all his and his alone. He needed you with him always. You made him feel things that he'd never felt before about anyone. He has fallen hard for you and he knew you felt things for him.

"Erwin?"

Your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts. He smiled softly at you causing you to get flustered. He liked seeing the things he did to you. He enjoyed how he could read you so well. He loved how cute you were and that you reacted to everything he did.

He purred at you to try and tease you a little. "What is it, babydoll?"

"You grabbed my hand."

He stared at his big hand holding your small one. His eyes widened a little. He felt a bit shocked that he reacted like this and wasn't even aware of his actions. He studied his hand for a while and enjoyed that his natural reaction was to reach for you.

He pulled you closer to him allowing him to inhale your natural scent. He smiled as he felt a warmth spread through his chest. "Could you do me a favour?"

You frowned a little as your mind raced at all the things he could ask of you. "How can I help?"

He kissed your fingers and smiled against them. "Could you clean my wound?"

You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment because you had thought of so many other things. You nodded shyly and hummed in agreement. You shuffled over to the medical things before sitting next to Erwin and taking off the patch on his shoulder.

Erwin watched every move you made very closely. He smiled at how you moved and how delicate you were. He admired you as you worked on him. He felt his heart flutter in delight as you touched him. He could see you were getting a little flustered under his gaze.

You pouted a little. "Stop staring."

He chuckled. "Sorry, I can't help but stare at beautiful things."

You sighed. "You must be blind. I'm not beautiful."

He reached over and lightly brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers. He softly said your name making your gaze soften to a sweet one as if his tone soothed your worries. "You are a rose growing in a field of weeds. What I wouldn't give to pluck you out of it all and lock you in a glass cage."

You playfully laughed. "Are you openly talking about kidnapping me?"

He gathered some of your hair between his fingers before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "It has been a concept on my mind. Would you be opposed to it? I'll make sure it's pleasurable."

You blushed hard at his teasing and yet truthful words. "It'd be pleasurable if you stop staring as much as you did. You make me feel things and it confuses me." You stood up and grabbed the medical things. "Behave."

He hummed a laugh as he watched you walk away. "I do enjoy your cute little fire."

A sweat formed across Erwin's brow, though his wound had healed really well he had come down with a sickness. He watched you hurry around your bedroom and tend to him so sweetly. He smiled at you and felt his heart flutter at how you took great care of him.

He turned his head as you stood by his side of the bed in front of the bedside drawer. He reached over and lightly caressed your thigh a little before moving them up to the bottom of your shorts. He flicked his gaze to your face to see you were flustered, but you were enjoying it.

Erwin smiled a little. "You're so soft and warm."

You shivered under his touch and let out a little moan. You gasped in shock at yourself before lightly tapping Erwin's hand away. "Look but don't touch."

"Oh, I'm looking a lot. I would love to look more. You could assist me with that."

You sat next to him and offered him some water to drink. "Are all mafia men as horny as you?"

He looked a little serious. "I don't sleep around. I detest any man who does. My desires and wants are solely you." He reached up and lightly held your neck. "I've never felt this way about anyone before." He relaxed as tears gathered in his eyes a little. "Fuck, you have no idea the power you hold on me." He released you and ruffled his hair. "You have the most powerful man in this city at your beck and call, who worships you and wants to love you."

You placed your hand on his lap and hummed. "You know, I don't understand how a man like you could like a woman like me."

He took your hand and played with it. "I don't understand how a woman like you doesn't see how incredible you are."

"You really mean everything, don't you?"

Erwin stared deep into your dreamy eyes. "I do." He moved his gaze to your lips. "Sweet peach, you can tell me where to shove it, but I just want to say that I have been dying to kiss you for so long. I want to kiss you over and over. I want to kiss every inch of your body and shower you in love. Just the thought of your lips against mine and our tongues moving together sends a shiver down my spine. Such bliss it would be."

You placed your hands on the bed on either side of his hips. You held your breath as you leaned up towards Erwin. You paused a moment and felt a bit flustered by his intense gaze. "Could you close your eyes?"

"Why?"

You lowered your head and stared at his shirt stretching across his pecs. "Because I'm trying to kiss you and your gaze makes me melt. I get all gooey inside."

Erwin wrapped his big strong arms around you before dragging you against his large frame. He pushed his big hand into your hair as his other hand gripped your bum. He was in heaven at finally being able to touch your beautiful bum. He was in bliss at finally being able to hold you against him.

He tilted his head and pressed his lips against yours finally. He smiled as you retaliated against his butt grabbing with a firm grip on his pecs. He pulled a little from your lips and parted his own and went back in for another kiss. He felt his heart flutter as you hummed so sweetly in response, meaning you were gaining pleasure from this.

You felt pure electricity and pleasure coursing through your veins as you kissed Erwin. You had felt the tension between the two of you, but you never thought that it would feel this good to kiss Erwin. Erwin was feeling just the same as you. He felt like his life made sense. His heart was overflowing with joy and love.

You gasped when you felt Erwin's hot tongue drag across your lip. You mewled a little and parted your lips for him as you felt excited at feeling his tongue move with yours. You moaned as Erwin's large hand clenched down on your behind a little tighter. You dug your nails into his plump pecs as his large hot tongue pushed into your mouth.

Erwin felt himself melting as your tongues moved together as one. He moved you to straddle his lap and felt like his dreams were coming true. He dragged his hand from your hair to your neck and lightly gripped the sides of your neck. He smiled a little into the kiss when you became very confident and kissed him back with pure passion.

You pulled back a bit from his lips and lightly kissed him as your brain started to process what you had just done. You wanted it and you wanted to keep kissing him. You wanted him and deep down a part of you enjoyed being wanted by him. You lowered your head to avoid his gaze and tapped your forehead against his shoulder as you played with his shirt.

Erwin smiled as he rubbed your back and gripped your body now and then. "Do you regret it?" He smirked when you shook your head. "Did you like it?" He felt excited when you nodded. "You want more?"

"Mm."

He kissed the side of your head. "Me too, but we both got a bit too excited, right?"

You lifted your head and locked eyes with him. "Yes." You whined a little as he blushed. You turned your head and covered your mouth. "Shit. I shouldn't want someone this much."

Erwin turned your head and made you look at him. "I want you to desire me like I desire you. You are always on my mind. I want you so bad." He leaned closer and lightly kissed you. "I want to put a collar on you with my name." He bit your lip making you mewl. "I want to tie you up and take you to my place and never let you leave. I'll shower you in love and gifts."

You felt your heart skip a beat. "Erwin..."

He dragged his lips across your cheek to your ear. "Don't worry, I'll behave...for now..."

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after a night of blurred memories and sweaty clubs with sticky floors, eddie wakes up on the harrington couch with the steve harrington tucked under his arm, snoring softly.

he didn't know how he got there, but it didn't really matter as right now eddie is trying his best not to scream. it would be a lie to say he wasn't completely freaking out right now. eddie is BIG on physical touch. this is a well known fact. and he also happens to have a fat ass crush on the towns golden boy. this is also a well known fact.

eddie always kind of assumed steve didn't like it or something, because he's never seen him ever even hug anyone really, other than the kids and robin (robin and him are always hugging and that kinda makes him jealous even though he know robin isn't into him but that's beside the point). he thought he would make him uncomfortable, especially since they weren't that close yet. the LAST thing eddie ever wants to do, if non avoidable, is to make steve harrington uncomfortable. eddie would never purposefully hurt steve in any way.

eddie doesn't completely know how steve got into this position, as he wasn't when eddie fell asleep, but he's not complaining. not at all. he slips the arm steve's head isn't under, on the leg that steve had strung across eddie's body, rubbing small circles. he can't help but stare.

steve was so, um, what's the word? he doesn't know. he does know that the curve of his nose, the shadow of his eyelashes, the pink of his lips that are slightly parted, letting out the softest of snores. he knows it all makes him feel all fuzzy inside. the way his hair falls so perfectly around his face, his moles and freckles that look like a million stars he could stare at all night, his sharp jawline that connects to his perfect lips, oh fuck his lips. eddie wants to kiss them. eddie knows whatever order falls from them, he would do in a fucking heartbeat. eddie wants to crawl into steve's skin and live there. he wants his hands all over him, licking his greek god abs, he wants to bite his neck, he wants steve to kiss him until he fucking dies.

steve's eyes are fluttering open. the setting sun peeking from the curtains makes his beautiful brown eyes glow like honey as steve looks at him. eddie hadn't even realized he'd been staring. then steve starts to blush. he looks down then back up at eddie. it seems he notices the position they're in. eddie's still rubbing circles into steve's hip. the pink of steve's face makes him look even more..eddie knows the word.

steve harrington is pretty.

so eddie munson tells him.

"you're so pretty." he breathes. he can't stop staring. steve's chest is pressed up against his, and he's staring up at him. eddie doesn't know why he finds that hot but he does. he can feel steve's heart beating like crazy, and it makes his heart beat too. eddie knows his face is probably pink, has been this whole time. but he doesn't care. not one bit. not when the pretty steve harrington is right in front of him, blushing like a madman because he said it.

"t-thank you." steve smiles nervously with those perfectly kissable lips of his. it takes all of eddie willpower to not kiss him to pieces right then and there.

but he doesn't have any so he does.

#eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things 4 #corroded coffin

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accidentally deleted so gunna re post 😅 here’s what I’ve come up with for a request I had for shunsui Kyoraku and Nanaos mother. Hope y’all enjoy 😊

Shunsui Kyoraku hated his brother

The usual serine gardens of the kyoraku manor were filled with people adorning dark colours. Mourning colours. The hushed buzz of chatter caught in the gentle breeze as it weaved between the crowd. Shunsui leaned heavily against one of the trees bordering the garden, sighing deeply.

Arms crossed over his wide chest, hidden by the black kimono he had been forced to wear. Shunsuis grey eyes scanned lazily over the mourners, dutiful Nobelmen coming to pay their respects to the deceased first son of the Nobel clan Kyoraku

Shunsui scoffed at the thought. Half of these stuffy old suits didn't even know my brother. The other half certainly didn't like him

Shunsui was firmly in the second half of that statement

His brother had been unbearable growing up. His big brother loathed Shunsuis laid back attitude and playful nature. A fact he didn't fail to mention every time they crossed paths. As Shunsui grew older, mean words turned into rough shoving and painful hits. When shunsui grew bigger, stronger and no longer willing to accept the rough handling, a fight was often the result of their paths crossing.

Things got better when Shunsui was forced to attend the academy, the separation had allowed Shunsui to flourish into the young man he had become. His brother had mellowed somewhat only due to the fact of Hakaris presence.

Hakari

The woman had captivated young Shunsui from the moment he laid eyes on her. A petite woman, with the kindest heart he had ever encountered. As shunsui got older he began to notice her appearance more. The Creamy white complexion of her skin, how it would turn the most beautiful dusky pink when Shunsui complimented her with his trademark grin on his face.

Her bright eyes, the colour of melted chocolate magnified behind her elegant glasses. Her dark hair was a stark contrast to her complexion. Usually done up in an elegant updo, silky looking bangs framing her face. On the rare times Shunsui had seen it left down, he had fantasised about running his fingers through it. He wondered if it was as soft as it looked

Her full kissable lips, stretched out over her white teeth in the most beautiful smile. A smile Shunsui tried to pull from her every time he saw her. Shunsui loved her laughs, the polite, quiet laugh she gave when around company. The musical giggle that Shunsui could hear from behind the closed door of his brothers bedroom.

The laugh he loved the most though, was the one he brought out of her. With a dirty joke or an unexpected flirty comment Hakari would laugh loud and unashamed. Her hand, which was so much smaller than Shunsuis, would come up to brush her lips as if to trap the sudden bubble of laugher. Her eyes would close, eyelashes brushed against her blushing cheeks as her shoulders shook with laughter.

"oh shunsui, what are you like" she would giggle breathlessly, tapping him on the chest playfully

Shunsui lived for that laugh

He hadn't realised when he had fallen in love with his brothers wife. Maybe it was from the first moment he had laid eyes on her, too young to give a name to the feelings he had. In the academy, Shunsui had gained a reputation of being a Notorious flirt and skirt chaser. His lecherous flirting and cheeky remarks had gotten him more than a few smacks across the face. Most of which he deserved. Aside from a few fumbled kisses, however, Shunsui wasn't as experienced as the rumours told.

Sure, some of the girls in the academy were pretty. They were fun to tease and chase about. None however, came close to the woman he had fallen completely and undeniably in love with. The girls were like candles, pretty but fleeting. Lit up the space for a short while, offering a warm glow before extinguishing, never to be reborn.

Hakari was the sun. Beautiful and radiant. Dazzling and healing. The sun that offered warmth and light for a millennium, illuminating Shunsuis world, chasing out each and every dark space. She is the sun in the centre of Shunsuis universe.

Shunsuis heart beat rapidly in his chest when he caught sight her among the mourners, as it usually did when he saw her. She was talking to someone Shunsui didn't recognise, no doubt receiving more condolences. Even from his hiding spot way across the garden, he could tell her smile wasn't real.

His keen eyes caught the slight tremor in the corner of her lips. The moisture forming on her eyelashes. How her slender fingers gently gripped the sides of her own kimono. Hakari was hurting, all the emotions she has had to keep pushed down to fulfil her duty today threatened to finally burst and consume her

Shunsui wouldn't let her do that alone. Hakari bowed politely to the man she had been conversing before turning to enter the Kyoraku manor. Shunsui wasted no time pushing off from the tree to quickly follow her, easily sidestepping anyone who had looked to stop him for conversation

Entering the home he grew up in, Shunsui looked around the empty foyer for any sign of where Hakari disappeared to. The soft closing of a door up the grand staircase told him where to go. Taking the steps two at a time, Shunsui practically flew up the staircase to the second floor, coming to a stop outside his brothers wooden bedroom door.

Hand held up in the air, Shunsui was about to knock when he heard a muffled sob from the other side. Foregoing a knock, he opened the door quietly, slipping in unnoticed before closing it softly.

Hakari had her back to him, facing the window as she cried softly into her hands. Shunsui took a tentative step towards her. He wanted nothing more than to lift her into his arms as she buried her face into his neck taking any comfort she needed from him.

"Hakari?" He called out to her softly, grey eyes softening as she spun around startled. He hated the tears on her face, hated his brother for being the cause of her pain

"shunsui! You started me" she said with a breathy voice that sent a shiver down Shunsuis spine. Quickly wiping her tears away, Hakari put on a small smile "I should put a bell on you"

"Hakari..are you ok?" Shunsui asked her, refraining from rolling his eyes at himself as he moved closer

of course she's not ok, idiot. She's crying

Hakari looked up at Shunsui towering over her, about to ease his concern when her eyes betrayed her, fresh tears started streamed down her face. Shunsui took the last step between them and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Hakari cried into his chest, her hands fisting Shunsuis kimono between them. Desperate to hold onto something. A source of strength, of salvation in the sorrow she was drowning in

Shunsui sighed deeply, closing his eyes to savour the feeling of the woman he loved in his arms. The smell of her shampoo lingered on her hair, filling his nose.

almonds

Shunsui kissed her hair, leaving his stubbled chin on top her head. He began to gently rock them side to side, muttering sweet words of comfort

"it's ok, Hakari. I'm here. I've got you"

Shunsui started to rub her back soothingly with his thumb, as her cries quietened down. He could feel the moisture of her tears as it seeped through his kimono onto his chest. Her warm breath tickling at his exposed skin.

All too soon Hakari lifted herself from his chest, sighing deeply before looking up to meet his eyes. Keeping one arm wrapped around her, shunsui brought the other up to cup her face. Using his thumb to chase away the tears staining her cheek.

The pair kept eye contact for a moment, the pain shimmering in her eyes felt like a kick to the chest for him. Leaning in, shunsui kissed her forehead gently

"im here" he huskily whispered, praying his voice held the strength he needed to share with her. Shunsui dipped his head lower to kiss her damp cheek. He could taste the salty tears.

"I won't leave you" he promised, their noses brushed. Their breath mingled between them, ghosting over their lips as the air around them thickened with electricity.

"I'll take care of you" Shunsui whispered, ignoring the slight tremble as he slanted his lips over hers in a lingering kiss. Light exploded behind his closed eye lids as their lips touched. His heart threatened to beat right out of his chest as he felt her lips tentatively begin to kiss him back. Feeling Hakaris hands grab hold of the front of his kimono, Shunsui tightened the hold he had on her, pushing her flush against his body.

Hakari gasped softly, her hands flattened against his chest as she gently pushed them apart, creating distance. Shunsui was breathing heavily, the sound was deafening to his ears. His cheeks pinked subtly, embarrassed about his inexperienced reactions.

"shunsui" Hakari panted, shaking her head and closed her eyes tightly. "Shunsui, we can't.."

"why can't we?" He asked lowly, using the hand cupping her face to tilt her head up. Hakari still had her eyes closed, seemingly battling with herself internally. Shunsui wished she would open them, her eyes were so expressive, showing each and every emotion she was feeling. He needed to know what she was thinking

"I ... you're" she stammered, her eyebrows furrowed slightly

"look at me" shunsui begged her quietly, unwilling to break the spell around them with loudness. Hakari eyes flickered open, meeting his gaze once more. Shunsui watched the emotions swim in her eyes, pulling out the ones he recognised

hurt..guilt..confusion...lust

lust. Shunsui inhaled sharply as he recognised the emotion. Lust. Hakari lusted for him, the realisation made his knees weak. The woman he loved, wanted him too. Now he just had to ease the other emotions stopping her from letting him love her freely.

"I love you" he told her honestly and unashamed. Hearing her small gasp shunsui ran his thumb over her plump bottom lip. "Let me take care of you"

"shunsui" Hakari almost whined "your brother.."

"is dead." Shunsui said, instantly regretting his bluntness at the sad look on her face. "I'm here, I won't leave you"

"you can't promise that". Hakari turned her head to look into the room "you're so young, not even out of the academy yet. You can't know what you'll want.."

"you. All I've ever wanted is you" shunsui guided her face back to his, standing to his full height "Im not a child anymore Hakari." His lips curled up into a small smile as he lifted one of her hands to brush her knuckles against his stubbled cheek "I can grow a beard and everything"

Hakari huffed amused, her lips twinged at the side, threatening to smile. Laying her hand flat on Shunsuis cheek, Hakari thumbed his slightly patchy beard gently.

"you're starting to look like him"

shunsui laid his hand over hers on his cheek "im not my brother Hakari" he said softly "I will treat you with all the love and respect you deserve. Our days would be filled with laugher and joy. Your heart will be cherished. There is nothing I would not provide for you. If you ask for the moon, I will spend the rest of my existence working to get you what you desire. I'll train until I can no longer stand just so I can pluck the moon from the sky and see the smile on your face as I lay it at your feet"

Shunsui pulled her hand from his face, bringing it to his lips to kiss. "Let me take care of you Hakari, let me love you"

Shunsui could see in her eyes the moment Hakari let go of all her worries right before she leaned in and kissed him . Shunsui felt the power she had over him wrap itself tightly around him, pulling him in with the strength of the suns gravity. One hand gripped her hip, pulling her into him as he eagerly returned her kiss. His other hand flew to Hakaris hair, gently pulling the clip free and throwing it carelessly behind him. His fingers teased through her hair now freely tumbling down her back, marvelling at the silky softness. It was better than he had imagined.

Twisting his fingers in the hair at the back of her head, Shunsui pulled gently, manipulating her head to tilt back as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. Slowly caressing her tongue with his own, shunsui groaned into her mouth at her taste. She tasted like summer, fresh and sweet. It was intoxicating.

Hakari moaned softly into his kiss, the sound made him shiver as a jolt of arousal shocked through him. His member was hardening beneath his clothes. Shunsui didn't know who pulled away from the kiss first. He panted heartily as his body vibrated with nerves and excitement.

Untangling his hand from her hair. Shunsui wrapped his hands around Hakaris Shapley thighs and lifted her effortlessly. With practiced ease, Hakari wrapped her legs around his waist, hands settled on his wide shoulders. Shunsui turned to walk to the bed, when Hakari kissed his neck, stopping him short. A gravely groan left him involuntarily, his eyes widened at the sensation

fuck shunsui thought as Hakari teasingly licked up the side of his neck, kissing him just below his ear. Hakaris face came back level with his, small smile on her face. Shunsui surged forward eagerly, crashing his lips back to hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. Senses coming back to himself, shunsui walked quickly to the bed, eagerness evident in his haste.

Carefully he laid down the love of his existence, her midnight hair fanned over the pillow under her. Shunsui supported himself above her, hands pressed into the bed either side of her shoulders, caging her in. Hakari smiled up at him softly, his eyes were almost comically wide, light blush sat atop of his dark facial hair.

The hell am I supposed to do now? He frantically wondered. He knew what to do, he was a young male with a healthy imagination. He had fantasised countless times about this very moment, what he would do, where he would touch, what he would say. Now that his wildest fantasies have suddenly become his reality, Shunsui cursed his embarrassing lack of experience as his mind abandoned him completely.

Hakaris smile widened as she reached up to caress his face "you ok?" She mimicked his earlier words. Shunsuis eyes snapped to hers, a relieved smile on his face for the distraction

"yeah. I'm just... I've not.."

"shh" Hakari soothed his stuttering, gliding her fingers up and down the sides of his body " we can go slow, there's no rush"

"I just want to be good for you" he admitted sheepishly "I don't want to do it wrong"

Hakari giggled at his flushed appearance. Never before had she seen Shunsui look so uncertain. Shunsui was always so confident, border lining cocky. Always so brazen in his flirting and teasing, it was sweet seeing him look so innocent

"you won't get it wrong" she smiled at his grumpy huff from being laughed at "you promised you would take care of me, I believe you"

Shunsuis eyes softened at her words. Nerves simmering down, he raised himself up to sit back on his legs and pulled his kimono over his head. His chest left bare, only wearing his underwear low on his hips. Dropping it to the floor, Shunsui reached back over to kiss Hakari sweetly. Peppering small kisses across her cheek, Hakari tilted her head to the side exposing her neck subtly to Shunsui.

Easily picking up the hint, Shunsui mouthed at her elegant neck, nipping at it gently with his teeth. The soft moan leaving her lips encouraged him to continue, shunsui ravished attention to her sensitive neck as one of his hands snaked down her body, tugging at the bow securing her own kimono. Feeling the bow come loose, shunsui kissed once more before sitting back up

ignoring the slight tremble in his hands, Shunsui unraveled her kimono, pushing it easily away to reveal her naked body. Shunsui stared mesmerised at the glorious womanly figure. Her breasts were perfect. Not to small or too big. Shunsui trailed a finger down the side of one, watching as the nipple hardened under his lustful gaze.

Her flat stomach clenched at the feeling of him at her breast, drawing his eyes lower. Waist dipped in only to curve back out at her shapely hips. Nestled at the top of her thighs was a smattering of dark hair. Shunsui had seen pornographic photos before, all the woman he had seen had been shaved completely. He much preferred this, it seemed more feminine for some reason.

"you're so beautiful " shunsui whispered, pulling his eyes away from between her legs to meet her eyes

Hakari squirmed under his gaze, blush rushing to her cheeks. Shunsui smiled at the sight, leaning up to kiss her, tongue caressing itself around her own lovingly. Pulling away, shunsui dipped his head lower, swiping his tongue over her pebbled nipple, his hand squeezed the other as Hakari arched her back with a small moan. Lavishing attention to her lovely breasts, shunsui listened to all the noises he pulled from Hakari. Each and every one making his head swim with arousal.

Painfully aware of his own throbbing erection protesting being confined, shunsui trailed his hand from Hakaris heaving breast, down the smooth skin of her stomach and through the dark patch of hair sat atop of her pussy.

Shunsui ran his finger up the folds of her sex, smirking around the nipple in his mouth at Hakaris gasp. Shunsui grazed his teeth along her hardened nipple as he pulled off, choosing to watch her face as he slipped a finger into her core.

Hakaris eyes slammed shut, mouth parted prettily as she panted in pleasure. Her back arched as she fisted the sheets under her, a breathy moan escaped her. Slowly teasing his finger in and out of her, shunsui watched fascinated at the Ecstasy on her face.

"shunsui" Hakari moaned "please, more"

shunsui obliged, easing a second finger into the impossibly tight, wet heat. Her inner walls felt differently than he had imagined, silkier, hotter. A Lewd wet noises pulled his attention further south. He watched as his fingers disappeared within her, only to emerge wetter before disappearing once more. Shunsui increased his speed, eyes glued to the space between her thighs. His fingers twitched inside her, brushing against a more spongy feeling part of her womanhood. Hakari moaned loudly, her hand shot down to grip hold of Shunsuis wrist.

Taking it as a good sign, shunsui did it again and was rewarded with a pleasure filled shout. Remembering a useful hint from an older student bragging about their latest sexual conquest, shunsui used his other hand to slightly part her dampened folds, seeing what he assumed to be the clit, he pressed his thumb to it and rubbed it in small circles

Hakari shouted out at the stimulus, her thighs clamped tightly around Shunsuis side as she tumbled into her orgasm. Shunsui felt her walls tighten around his fingers, a gush of liquid coated his fingers, wetting his hand.

As Hakari panted on the bed, coming down from her incredible high, shunsui withdrew his hand, bringing it up to his mouth to curiously taste. It was musky and almost sweet. Nothing like he had ever tasted before. Sucking on his fingers as his chest swelled with pride at making his love cum, shunsui caught eyes with Hakari, grinning at being caught sampling her nectar

"shunsui, I want to feel you" she grinned back at him, gaze darting down to his still underwear clad erection.

"yeah, ok" shunsui nodded, ridding himself of his underwear before leaning over Hakari once more. Kissing her happily, the taste of her essence still on his tongue. Shunsui closed his eyes briefly, taking a moment to calm himself

im about to loose my virginity he thought excited I'm about to loose my virginity with Hakari

shunsui used his hand to guide himself into Hakaris waiting core, slowly easing himself in inch by inch, a look of wonder graced his features as he bottomed out

"oh, wow" he breathed, staring wide eyed at Hakari as she rubbed her hands over his chest soothingly. It was indescribable. It was too hot. Too wet. Too tight. And so so good. Shunsui slowly pulled back until just the head was nestled inside before he snapped his hips forward, groaning loudly at the overwhelming pleasure.

Hakari wrapped her legs around his own, Encouraging him deeper. Shunsui chased the feeling again, increasing his speed as he thrusted into her desperately. Hakaris nailed dug into the flesh on his shoulders, wantonly moaning at each snap of his hips.

"oh fuck" shunsui barked out, as his eyes tightly closed. Panting hard shunsui tried to think of anything other than the painfully pleasurable feeling encasing his cock. Shunsui didn't want to cum too quickly. He wanted to make Hakari cum again before he did. First time or not, shunsui wanted to pleasure the woman writing under him.

Shunsui braced his weight on his forearm so not to crush Hakari as he lowered himself. One hand went between them to circle her clit again. His rythem faltered for a moment before he timed his thrusts with the movement of his thumb. Shunsui buried his head into Hakaris neck, panting heavily against her skin as she moaned loudly into the room

shunsui sloppily kissed at her neck, grazing the skin with his teeth as Hakari wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"ah, shunsui ... I" Hakari moaned loudly as her bodily bucked under him, second orgasm ripping through her

"FUCK" shunsui roared into her neck as her pussy clamped down on him, the tightening too much for him to handle as he exploded his seed in her. Thrusting erratically through his orgasm, a wave of euphoria washed over him as his body released endorphins.

Feeling overly sensitive, shunsui carefully pulled himself out, flopping heavily to the bed to lay next to Hakari. Breathing hard, shunsui stared at ceiling in amazement. Sex was so much better than he had imagined. There were no words powerful enough to describe the toe curling pleasure he had just felt. Shunsui closed his eyes contently, relishing in the post orgasmic glow

a small sniff snapped his eyes open. Turning to see Hakari, Shunsui immediately noted the silent tear tricking down the side of her face.

"Hakari!" Shunsui gasped turning bodily to face her "what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asked panicked, hand hovering over her waist, too worried to actually touch her

Hakari turned to look at him sadly, her eyes screaming with raw emotions

hurt..guilt..confusion

shunsui sighed deeply, laying back down he gathered Hakari into his arms, letting her cry on his chest as he soothingly rubbed her back. He kissed the top of her head. Muttered sweet comforting words.

Shunsui hated his brother for hurting her. Shunsui hated his brother for dying and taking a piece of her heart with him.

Shunsui hated knowing that she would never fully love him, not having her whole heart.

Knowing that he would never love anyone with his whole heart as he did her, since she had taken a piece of his

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That's Alright for Such a Night

Word Count: 1,352

Writers Note: A Prequel to the series Anyway You Do

Warning: mostly fluff

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: During the Louisiana Hayride two breakout stars meet in a rush only to learn they've dealt their cards in the hands of fate

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Shreveport's Municipal Auditorium October 16, 1954, Lousiana

"Mrs.Valmos... She'll be fine." Midge said, pulling out equipment from her boss's car.

"This isn't like from when she was 12 singing jazz..." Denise sighed, watching Cheryl Midge's "friend" pull out a White Falcone guitar, "Careful with that!" Denise rubbed her temples.

"Are you always this uptight..."

"Cheryl!" Midge hit the tall, shorthaired woman's arm.

"Are you always so... ill-mannered." Denise scoffed. Cherly rolled her eyes, watching the woman before her walk off,

"Midge..."

"Yes, Mrs. Valmos,"

"I'm going to talk to the promoters. Keep an eye out on Cecelia..."

"I'm not a babysitter-" Midge groaned, "And she's gone..."

"Which ones gone?" Cheryl asked,

"What do you mean which!?!"

The backstage was massive, the hustle and bustle of stagehands moving equipment and groups rehearsing in each corner. It was what being big time had felt like. At least, that's what everyone thought, especially Cecelia Shanel Valmos, a 19-year-old North Carolinian black woman. She had been performing with her mother since she was a little girl, but now Cecelia was 19 and old enough to understand the business, the way of the world, and a reminder that she wouldn't always be accepted,

"Oh, are you lost? The theatre cleaning staff went that way."

"No, I'm not lost, I'm performing to-"

"Did you hear that she thinks she got a chance!"

"Night..." she scoffed,

"Who do you think you are, girl...."

"Cecelia Shanel Valmos." Cecelia said, hands on the waist of her pink Chanel evening gown. "The daughter of Denise Valmos," the other woman laughed as Cecelia's face fumed with anger,

"Oh, I get it... the underprivileged colored section is over there." she pointed. Cecelia's face frowned as she ran off toward the other side of the stage.

"EP, are you ready yet ..."

"Just u-uh... combin' my hair!" he sighed. Elvis Presley, the guy hiding in the bathroom for God knows how long. In reality, he was trying to get rid of his stage fright, "Well, we're just gonna wait outside for ya!"

"You fella's go do that." If he didn't have a guitar strapped to his back, he'd have snuck out the window and run off, or worse, thrown up on his specially-made Beale Street suit.

"Come on, you just sang at The Eagles Nest last night..." he took a deep breath, "We're gonna go out there, sing to those folks, and make somethin of this," he said, trying to pep himself up, he took one more deep and finale breath as Elvis walked out the bathroom, he felt someone run into him. Catching each other. Before the other person fell,

"Hey, are you okay,"

Time stood still as Cecelia stood paralyzed by his hypnotic, captivating blue eyes,

The man was beautiful, and her heart was pounding in her ears.

"Wow..."

"Wow yourself, mama..." he winked at her as she giggled.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to bump into you." Cecelia took a deep breath as she looked down at her shoes.

"I should be sorry. I've got a big ass guitar on my back." Elvis laughed, Cecelia's heart beating faster as she smiled back at him. He took a glance at her as his face turned bright red. She was beautiful with her hair pulled back. And her smile.Her kissable red lips and- No, he couldn't think of her like that. He already had a girl back in Memphis. Besides, he didn't even know her name, "Say, what's your name..." he asked as she was surprised. Could it be a nice person finally on this good fall night?

"Depends on who's askin daddy-o." she winked as he smirked. She was a cool chick, and he could tell.

" Elvis Presley." he stuck out his hand,

"Cecelia Shanel Valmos you forgot your guitat!" Midge shouted, out of breath,

"As in Denise Valmos... The jazz singer..."

"That's me." She took hold of his hand as he kissed it.

"I'm in the presence of music royalty." Midge watched the two interact. It was as if they were both each other's forbidden fruit,

"Oh, me! No..." she laughed,

"Well, Mama has all your mama's records an-"

"E We're on!"

"Oh shit... I mean, shoot..."

"You'll do great!" she shouted to him, Waving as she'd soon be on the same stage after him. A little swoon left her lips.

"Who's the dreamboat..." Midge smirked,

"What dreamboat?" Cecelia said the two walking to get her into place.

"The one you were talking to." Midge looked at her, "Tall, dark, and handsome if you like men." she whispered,

"He's a friend.

"Just a few weeks ago, a young man from Memphis, Tennessee, recorded a song on the Sun label."

Cecelia peeped from behind, stage right. He looked like he was shaking like a leaf. "Uh uh, no Cece..." Midge sighed. She knew that look on her face. It was her overtly cocky face, her I'm going to impress him face.

" He is only nineteen years old. He has a new, distinctive style. Elvis Presley."

He would have disappeared into himself that night with how scared he was.

"Let's give him a hand. Elvis, how are you this evening?"

"Just fine. How're you, sir?"

"Are you all geared up with your band--"

"I'm all geared up."

"To let us hear your songs?"

"Uh, well, I'd just like to say how happy we are to be down here. It's a real honor for us to get a chance to appear on the Louisiana Hayride. We're gonna do a song for ya--you got anything else to say?"

"No, I'm ready!"

"We're gonna do a song for ya, we got out on Sun Records. It goes something like this.' Elvis sang That's Alright Mama."

"Isn't that, that song you play repeatedly ..." Cecelia was mesmerized by his voice, guitar playing, and his hips especially, he was a star in the making, and she could see it if no one else could,

"Hey, Midge... Denise wants to see you."Cheryl said, taking her by the hand.

"How'd I do out there."

"You could improve a bit." she smirked, "But you were great."

"Well, I'd like to see you try." Elvis joked,

"Up next, she's under the colored label Paradise Records. Also nineteen years old, she's the daughter of the Jazz singer Denise Valmos. We have Ms. Cecelia Valmos."

Cecelia walked onto the stage, nervous but ready,

"What will you be singing..."

"My new hit song, Money Honey."

"Quite the song for a young lady like you?"

"It is, but I wanted to try something different."

"We'd like to hear it."

Tunning her guitar, her mother was in the front row furious. This was the song Denise told her not to sing, but here she was about to sing on the radio and in a room full of people who she knew never heard the song before.

You know, the landlord rang my front doorbell

I let it ring for a long, long spell

I went to the window,

I peeped through the blind,

And asked him to tell me what's on his mind

He said,

Money, honey, uh uh

Money, honey

Money, honey, if you want to get along with me

Looking to the side of the stage, she spotted Elvis, who was mesmerized. She did her job, from the sway of her hips to the plucking on her guitar strings. Elvis Presley was enchanted. "She could command me anyday he mumbled,

Well, I've learned my lesson and now I know

The sun may shine and the winds may blow

The men may come and the men may go,

But before I say I love you so, I want

Money, honey, uh uh

Money, honey

Money, honey,

If you want to get along with me

"You were amazin out there, Cece."

"You think so El..." she asked, her brown eyes sparkling under the lights.

"Yeah, couldn't take my eyes off ya."

"Neither could I..."