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sapphos-ode · 10 months

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Little Cat

Part 6

Larissa Weems part 5 | part 7 | ao3

Thank you all so so much for all the love you’ve shown this series! It means the world to me!

Peals of giggles erupt from both you and Larissa as you lean into each other, laughter soon becomes the silent wheezing which hurts your stomach and has you desperate for air but leaves you unable to breath from the fits. You can’t recall what has you in hysterics or if it was even that funny.

You recover faster than Larissa does and that graces you with the honour to properly listen to her laughing away. An enchanting sound and you wish with your entire being to be able to hear it always. Her nose is scrunched and her eyes are shut, your heart wants to burst forth from your chest. You wipe tears from your eyes whilst taking large inhales - your lungs rejoicing.

“Is that what I think it is?” Larissa asks, out of breath once she finally has herself under control.

Your gaze follows hers.

“If you can’t tell that it’s a polaroid camera then I think you need to get your eyes tested,” you quip, earning you a playful roll of her eyes.

You tear yourself from her side and grab the camera from its resting place. The world spins a little as you gingerly hold onto a piece of furniture to steady yourself. You’d both drank more than you had anticipated and it was starting to hit you.

“Lightweight?” Larissa’s voice has a teasing lilt to it.

“Oh honey, I could drink you dry,” you drawl out as you make your way to the couch, taking back your position tucked beside her.

If her face wasn’t already tinged pink she’d have blushed noticeably, if she were a cat she’d be purring profusely at the pet name.

Larissa’s arm snakes around your shoulders, a bold move but she’ll chalk it up to the alcohol if you question her. Which would be a partial truth, the wine gave her an edge. One she wouldn’t have sober. You don’t mention the action, if anything you seem chuffed by it. Or was that Larissa making things up?

“Think it has some film left in it,” you mumble under your breath, head cast down as you dust it off and tinker with it a little. It takes a moment to fire up.

You hold it out in front of you, pointing the lens at yourself and Larissa. She uses her free arm to pluck it out of your hand - seeing as yours are a little too short to get both of you in frame.

“Smile,”

You follow her instructions, leaning up to press your cheek against hers as you grin for the camera.

Larissa presses the shutter button. A blinding flash and then the camera starts to make a whirring noise as it pushes the film out slowly.

“I think I blinked,” you whined, sitting back again. Your head pressed against Larissa’s shoulder. Peering at the film, waiting for it to develop.

Larissa sets the camera aside and chuckles at your antics, tightening her arm around your shoulders. Absent-mindedly you reach you and place a hand over hers. Larissa’s breath hitched imperceptibly.

Your whining sent a pleasant shiver through her body, how she’d love to hear it in another context. Her eyes wander down to your chest with reckless abandon, your shirt is low cut offering just enough of your cleavage for her to be left begging for more.

Although she had seen you completely bare - a sight she’d never forget - she can’t remember if you had them pierced. She thinks she remembers seeing barbells in them but she was so stunned at the time that she hadn’t really got a proper look. The idea that you did have them amplified the fire she had begun to feel between her legs.

“Awhh!” Your outburst brings her back down to earth, not only is she blushing even more, the tips of her ears have garnered a red hue to them.

“It’s a cute photo,” you haven’t torn your eyes from the polaroid in her hand, meaning you won’t have caught her staring. “You look absolutely adorable!” You finally look back up at her. Eyes filled with adoration. It takes Larissa aback a little.

The woman looks at the film and she has to agree, it is a sweet photo, you're both squished together and you’re sporting the most dashing smile ever.

“I have to disagree with you there, I think the adorable one is yourself,”

“Nonsense,” you roll your eyes at her.

“I’m too old to be cute,” Larissa’s tone is light as she states what she believes to be a fact.

You pout at this, brows furrowed, “I’ll spare your ears tonight but I must object,” the last few words are muffled as you fight off a yawn.

Larissa just sits, gazing at you. You were so endearing. She fights off the temptation to scoop you up into her arms and carry you to your bed.

“I best be off, I’ve kept you up far too late,” guilt laces her voice.

You wish you could protest but another yawn forces its way out of you. You groan in response.

“I’ll walk you back to your quarters,” you whisper as you stand up, offering her a helping hand which she accepts eagerly. Despite your growing fatigue you can’t help but adore the way her hand engulfs yours. Her fingers are so long and slender, much longer than your own. Images of them trailing down your chest, down your stomach to slip between your thighs flash through your mind. Your heart is now on a rampage.

“Oh no, you need to sleep,”

“But-”

“No buts, my word is final, Miss Karnstein.”

You go to argue but the look she gives you has your words stuck in your throat, biting your lip as you force down a moan.

“No. Buts.” Her voice has a deliciously dangerous edge to it.

“Yes ma’am,” you breathe out.

Larissa smiles approvingly at you, resisting the temptation to call you a ‘good girl’. As much as she wanted to and as drunk as she was, even that was too brazen. She walks to the door with you following like a lost puppy. Your hand still holding hers.

You're still hand in hand as she opens the door and turns to you, red lips turned up in a soft hearted smile.

“Good night Atikah,”

Her voice was so soothing, and you wanted it to be the last thing you heard before you sleep and the first thing you hear when you wake.

“Mhm, you too Rissa, sweet dreams,”

Larissa’s eyes widen and her nostrils flare. She had forgot how lovely it was to be given a nickname. It was even more charming coming from your lips.

“I’ll see you around,” her voice is so low you almost miss it. With that she slowly talks a few steps back, only letting go of your hand at the very last moment.

You watch her walk away disheartened, only retreating back into your room once she’d turned the corner. You have never got ready for bed so quickly, and you fall asleep before your head even hits the pillow, a certain blonde plague your dreams. Not that you mind.

As Larissa navigates the deserted halls she looks down to the polaroid still in her grasp. Her heart swells as she looks at your smiling face. In a few swift movements the little photo is placed in the back of her phone case.

Just before rounding a bend to her office - the entrance of her quarters are inside - she almost stumbles into a stone pillar.

“I shouldn’t have had that last glass of wine,” she mutters into the empty hall - her words echoing a little. But it was worth it, that extra glass meant more time spent with you.

All she can really think about is how perfectly you fit against her.

Wednesday Addams. You had been warned about her peculiarities when you had started teaching at Nevermore, a caution you hadn’t taken to heart, when it came to students you preferred to make your own opinions and thoughts on them yourself. However within the first week you came to fully understand what had been meant.

You had started a new text with the class, Louisa Alcott’s ‘Little Women’. Starting with a simple question ‘if you were one of the March children, what would you get Marmee?’. You received typical answers, a nice jacket, a book, new gloves, flowers, a pair of sturdy boots-

“A deer carcass,”

You paused, blinking slowly as you mulled over the latest answer thrown out into the class, spoken in a steady tone.

“That- that’s a good answer, Wednesday,” you smile at her and then look towards the class which had fallen silent. “I’d like to know why, why did you choose your gift for Marmee?”

For a girl who pretended she didn’t care, she participated a lot in class and was eager to do so as well, even if masked under the pretence of wanting to display her intelligence.

Wednesday is the first to offer her reason, “The March family are poor, spending what little money they have on trivial items such as flowers,” you catch Bianca shooting a death glare to Wednesday, “is foolish. Hunting game would provide them with food,”

“That’s very practical-”

“A deer can be skinned, and used to make a variety of leather items, gloves being one such garment, forgoing the need to buy a pair ergo saving money. It’s like killing two birds with one stone,” Wednesday carries on, you catch Xavier rolling his eyes. You think it was him who had called out gloves to the first question.

You purse your lips and nod, a little speechless. You had joined Nevermore at the start of the academic year, so you were still getting accustomed to Wednesday as a whole.

“Spot on, yeah,” you wait a beat to see if Wednesday has anything else to add. When she doesn’t speak further you address the rest of the class, prompting others to answer.

“Sometimes receiving an end product is nice. It doesn’t kill anyone to splurge once in a while. And it’s certainly less time consuming,” Bianca’s reply is clipped and aimed at Wednesday more than to you.

Just as the Addam’s child is about to open her mouth you nod to Enid who sits with her hand high in the air. Effectively diffusing any argument that wouldn’t sparked in an instant.

“I’d make her a snood!” She seems very proud of her answer. And Wednesday, sitting next to her, shivers.

“That’s a sweet thought, Enid,” you grant her a fond smile and she looks like she’s about to burst with happiness. “Sometimes a homemade gift is just as lovely to receive, it shows the thought and care behind it,”

A few more answers are thrown into the room before you move on to continue reading the book.

You run a hand over your face as you announce the end of the lesson, your students pack their stuff up, the sound of rustling paper and chairs scraping on the floor fills the room. The shrill screech of the bell pierces the air and the cacophony from the hallway joins it as the door opens - people filing out. You sit down at your desk and open your laptop, eyes on a sheet of paper with a lesson plan scribbled on it. You can’t make much sense of what you had written on it - with a heavy sigh you resign to just winging your next class.

“Oh, Enid!” You call out as she passes by your desk. The young lycan pauses mid step, as does her gothic counterpart - staring at you.

“I like what you’ve done with your hair,” you give her a small smile.

“You noticed!? Thank you Miss. Karnstein!” The blonde grins, buzzing with joy, her nails elongate and sharpen suddenly, entirely involuntarily, causing a mortified look to spread across her face, embarrassment riddling her features - neither you nor Wednesday acknowledge it.

“It suits you,” you chirp, “now run along before you’re late,”

The duo hurry out the room as the corners of your lips turn up just the slightest. Enid fussing with her hair, asking Wednesday what she thought.

“What’s that, in your case?”

Larissa looks at Marilyn confused, her eyes following the redhead’s gaze and then she catches on.

“Just a photo, I put it in there for safekeeping,” she says weakly. Picking up her phone to look at the polaroid before placing it back down, with the screen facing up. Her cheeks begin to feel warm as they take on a gentle red hue.

“Was that Miss. Karnstein? The new English teacher?”

“Yes,” Larissa’s answers shortly, “anyways you were saying about the Harvest Festival?” She attempts to divert from the current topic.

Marilyn takes a second to answer, carefully watching Larissa. Why was she so defensive all of a sudden? And over a photo? She knows for definite that that was a picture of yourself and Larissa but she’d ask her questions later, she’d let the matter rest for the time being.

“Oh yes! Just wanted to let you know I’ll come along, help keep an eye on everyone,” Marilyn’s mind was always going a hundred miles an hour, she had a tendency to jump from topic to topic at an alarmingly fast rate. “Also I was thinking ahead, in terms of theme, what about a masquerade ball! For the Rave’N, I know it’s still a while away but- ”

Larissa does her best to actively listen, and it takes a good portion of her energy to keep you out of her head. The Harvest festival was this weekend, and if Larissa recalls correctly, she has yet to see your name on the list of chaperones. Maybe she would ask you if you’d like to come with her.

AN - I haven’t read Little Women but it was the first book that came to mind for our dear reader’s English lesson.

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cutecherrygirl · 3 months

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Enhypen - Orange peeling theory 🍊

Warnings: Fluff

If you ask your partner to peel an orange for you and they say yes, that means they care for you and love you so much to the point they would do even small, silly and ridiculous things for you such a peeling an orange 🍊

Jake

you are both sitting of the couch if his living room. He is reading a book and you are scrolling through tik tok. Its raining outside and the whole atmosphere is very cozy. The lights are slightly dimmed and you are both drinking Cherry tea.

Suddenly, you came across a video on your fyp about the Orange peeling theory. You smile and think to yourself if It will work on Jake, your heart flattered at the thought of him doing this for you.

You glance at the fruit bowl on the coffee table and smiled. You reach over to it and grabbed an orange that was sitting on top.

"baby" you said softly and looked at Jake.

"hm?" Jake responded while still reading a book.

"can you please peel this orange for me?" You say as you stretch your arm out to give him the Orange.

Jake didn't hesitate, he closed his book and took thr orange then peeled it "here you go baby" he said and toon a pieces of Orange then pop it in his mouth, giving the rest to you.

You smile and blush then just sat there and started at the orange with heart in your eyes. Jake looks at you confused.

After awhile you look up at him and smile more "i love you so much" you say and lay your head on his shoulder.

"he kissed your head and place his arm around your Shoulders "i love you too"

Heesung

You guys decided to go on mini walk since it is nice sunny day outside.

You put a little bow on your dogs head and head out with Heesung. You three walked down the street with Heesung holding your hand and talking with you about his day.

You decided to go to the dog park so your dog can have fun. You sat on the bench and let your dog run to other dogs while you and Heesung talk.

It was very nice day and cherry blossom petals are flying everywhere so the whe ground is pink haha

After awhile, you notice an orange stand "ill go buy some oranges, I didn't bring any snacks" you say and Heesung kissed your cheek "okay baby"

You buy the bag of oranges and sit next to Heesung. He leaned into the bench enjoying the nice spring breeze while you are opening the bag.

As you start picking which orange to eat you remember the post you saw on Instagram this morning about orange peeling theory.

You decide to test it "Jagi, can you peel this for me?" You smile and handed Heesung an orange "of course love" he smiled back and started peeling the orange.

You lean into bench with him and lay your head on his shoulder while you watch him peal the orange.

After he peels it, he takes a piece and feed it to you. You smile and eat it then cross your leg over the other and he puts his hand on your knee.

You two just stay like that relaxed, eating orange and of course keeping an eye on your puppy 🌺

Sunghoon

You are laying in your bed having the worst period cramps of your life (me rn 😭) and you feel like crying your eyes out. You text Sunghoon to pick up some snacks on his way home.

Sunghoon comes home and goes straight upstairs to you "hey, are you feeling better?" He asks as he takes off his jacket and starts searching through the shopping bag.

You whined and sniffed "no..im in worst pain ever, lile I can't even feel my toes" you start tearing up and Sunghoon lays next to you and pulls you closer to him then cuddles you tightly. He placed his hand on your stomach under your shirt so he calm the pain down a bit.

"i bought you your favourite snacks" he whispers in your ear when he noticed you calmed down a bit. You smile and burry your face in his neck "Thanks, did you buy oranges too?" You asked in soft voice and he chuckled "of course my love" he gives you a kiss on your forehead before reaching for the shopping bag and taking out an orange.

Your eyes instantly light up when you saw your favourite snack. He peels the Orange and pecks your lips before feeding you.

He continues to feed you with orange and start telling you about his day.

Jay

You and jay are in the grocery store buying groceries for the week.

You are in cheese section "Should we get Feta? So i can make chicken salad?" You ask Jay and he looks at you confused "Feta for chicken salad? Are you crazy?" He laughs a bit and kiss your cheek "you're so silly sometimes" he grabs the feta cheese and puts it in the basket.

You then walk to the fruit section "can you grab some cherries? They will be gone next week if we don't get them now "you say and Jay starts to pick them.

You grabbed few oranges and smiled after remembering the article you read this morning *ask your partner to peel you an orange, if they do, that means they love and care for you. If they dont, im sorry*

You walk over To Jay and whispered to him "baby..can tou peel this for me?" You ask while showing him an orange, he turns to you "baby... were in the middle of the store..what if they-" "i don't care like..we can be sneaky" you smile and he chuckled then grabbed the orange.

He looked around to see if anyone is watching then he starts peeling the orange. You smiled from ear to ear and quickly pecked his lips after he is done "thank you baby" you said and he pecked your lips too before giving you your now peeled orange 😍

"Awwww" you both hear a voice and turn your heads into the direction of the voice. It was an old lady at lemon section with few lemons in her hands "you two are adorable. I remember when my husband, John, peeled an orange for me" she said while smiling at you.

You and jay looked at each other and smiled then looked back at the lady "thank you ma'am" you say softly and jay kissed your temple.

Jungwon

You two are eating dinner at your place. You made some chicken rice with mushroom sauce, it was delicious.

You sat by the coffee table, eating and talking "babe, seriously, how are you so good at cooking?" Jungwon asks and you blush "yah, Gordon Ramsay taught me everything I know" you say confidently and Jungwon nodded "yeah but like, you are so much better." He says and you roll your eyes playfully "you are talking nonsense!" You laugh and kissed his cheek.

After you guys are done eating, ye takes the plates to the kitchen and Washes them then comes back to you with two oranges in his hands.

He sits down next to you by the coffee table. You are scrolling through tik tok and cane across an orange peeling video. You didn't even notice that Jungwon was peeling your orange while you were reading the slides about the orange peeling theory.

"baby, eat the orange, they are so sweet" he said and gives you peeled piece of orange, you smile at him and take the piece with your teeth. You chew it "thank you baby" you say and peck his lips.

You continued talking and eating oranges ❤️🍊

Sunoo

He is sleeping in your bed and you are sitting next to him pouting.

You wanted to spend time with him but he is tired so he fell asleep. You are disappointed but understanding.

You decide to go on tik tok for a big until he wakes up, you scroll through the videos and you somehow end up on orange tok 😱

You lay down and watch orange tik toks when suddenly, an orange peeling video comes up. You watch the video and your eyes sparkle when you saw what happened.

The girl in the video asked her boyfriend to peel an orange for her but he said no and told her she has hands for a reason and that she should use them.

This made you very sad and made you wonder what would Sunoo do if you ask him that.

You pout slightly and stand up then walk iver to your school bag and take you an orange you took from canteen in school.

You lay back in the bed next to Sunoo and poke his arm slightly. He shifted a bit and you poked him again "baby" you call for him "hm?" He replied tierdly.

"can you peel this for me?" You ask and put an orange in front of him "yes" he nods and starts peeling the orange, you watched him with the biggest smile on your face.

He gives you the peeled orange "thank you baby" you start giving him small kisses all over his face, he places his arm around your waist and pull you closer so you can cuddle.

You then take your phone and go to the same video you watched, you open the comment section and write "Hehe, my boyfriend peeled it for me even tho he was sleeping 😝😝" under her video.

Then you go to sleep.

Ni-ki

You and Ni-ki are in Japan. You decided to visit his parents for the weekend and spend some time together.

After unpacking your stuff, Ni-ki hugged you from behind and pecked your neck "wear something nice, I wanna take you somewhere" he whispers in your ear with his deep voice abd you get exited and wondered where he's going to take you.

You wore a white dress with cherries all over it and some white shoes and you put your hair in a high pony tail.

Turns out, Ni-ki's parents own a beautiful fruit field and he took you there 😱

He hemd your hand tightly then start walking with you "this is so pretty" you say in Awe and he smiled then kissed your hand "im glad you like it"

You noticed an blanked laying on the grass with two glasses filled with cherry juice and a piece of strawberry cake.

"Ni-ki.... omg" you say and start blushing and smiling like an idiot. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugs you tightly "only the best for you" he said softly and smiled at you then pecked your lips.

You both sat on the blanket and talked about how beautiful this place is. After awhile you noticed an orange tree nearby "oh my god no way!" You said exited and stand up. You rushed to the tree and picked two oranges then walk back to Ni-ki and sit down.

"I've never eaten a fresh orange" you say exited and he smiled at you while he is removing hair from your face.

You started peeling the orange but Ni-ki noticed you git your nails done and he didn't want to to ruin them or the dress so he gently took the orange from your hands "ill peel it for you baby" he says and kiss your cheek before starting to peel it.

After peeling it, he breaks a piece of orange and feeds you. "Thank you" you smile as you eat the orange.

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mononijikayu · 2 months

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love countdown — itadori yuji.

Whispering over and over again how much you liked him, the words felt like a mantra, a testament to the depth of your feelings for him. And in return, he retorted the same, his hands treading carefully against your hair with such affection. You’d never felt this way before. You’d never been this comfortable before. Yuji smelled like citrus lemons, gentle and sweet tinge echoes in the waves around you. In that moment, surrounded by his warmth and affection, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment wash over you, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

GENRE: Fearsome Womb Arc, 2018;

WARNING/s: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Banter, Romance, Falling in Love, Young Love, Love Confessions, Romantic Dates, Pet Names, Itadori Yuji Invented Romance;

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note: i have like a week of my freedom before law uni starts again and so i abandoned my advance study plans to write this because i missed yuji at 2 am and like i finished this at 6 am. anyway enjoy my loves!!! <333

listen: love countdown by nayeon and wonstein

YOU CAN’T STOP FEELING LIKE FLOATING IN THE AIR WHEN YOU LOOK AT HIM. As you watched Itadori Yuji laughing and running across the training grounds, a warm sensation flooded your chest, filling you with an indescribable sense of joy and contentment. In that moment, you realized that your boyfriend was like a beautiful echo of pink sunshine in your life, illuminating even the darkest corners of your heart with his infectious laughter and boundless energy.

With each step he took, each peal of laughter that escaped his lips, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him. It was as if every second spent in his presence was an opportunity to rediscover the magic of love all over again.

And oh, how you gushed about him to anyone who would listen. To you, Itadori Yuji was more than just a boyfriend—he was a source of endless warmth and vitality, a beacon of light in your life that filled you with a sense of wonder and awe. In his presence, you felt alive in a way you had never felt before, as if every moment spent with him was a precious gift that you cherished with all your heart.

As the two of you basked in the afterglow of your newfound love, the memories of your confession to one another echoed in your head like a warm afterthought. You were exhausted from being sent on missions, and just as the caring human being he was, Itadori Yuji noticed. Very easily.

As Yuji came to you, his warm doe eyes filled with concern and affection, you felt a rush of gratitude and love wash over you. He gently took your hand in his, his touch comforting and reassuring.

"Let me take care of you," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your tired soul. "Let me be the person you can rely on, the shoulder you can cry on."

You looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity and kindness reflected back at you. His words touched your heart, and you felt a lump form in your throat as you struggled to find the right words to express your gratitude.

"Thank you, Yuji," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

His smile widened, and he squeezed your hand gently, the warmth of his touch sending a comforting shiver down your spine. "You don't have to do anything alone," he said earnestly, his voice filled with unwavering sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. I can’t just let the person that makes my heart beat be like this, you know?”

You were stunned for a moment, at what he said. You tried to register what he just said. Scarlet skies reflected on your soft cheeks. A slow yet soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you gazed into his warm, caring eyes.

"I like you too, Yuji," you replied softly, your heart swelling with affection for this kind-hearted soul standing before you. "And I couldn't ask for anything more than to be with you."

He beamed at your words, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "I want to make you the happiest person ever," he said, his voice filled with determination. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen."

As you felt the rush of emotion well up inside you, overwhelmed by the sheer warmth emanating from Yuji, it was as though he embodied the sun itself, bringing light and life back into your world after the coldest of winter storms. His presence filled you with a sense of comfort and security, like a beacon of hope guiding you through the darkest of times.

You looked up at him, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for this wonderful person standing before you. It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck, electrifying your soul and filling you with a profound sense of shock and wonder. Tears welled up in your eyes as you let him embrace you, his arms providing a safe haven amidst the chaos of the world around you.

You felt a twinge of embarrassment as you noticed the tears staining his clothes, the realization dawning on you that you had inadvertently ruined his attire with your emotional outburst. But Yuji, ever the gentle and kind-hearted soul, reassured you with a tender smile.

“I’m so sorry about your clothes, Yuji. I really—”

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he said softly, his thumb brushing away your tears in a comforting gesture. "Love is a wonderful feeling, after all. And now we have it! Tears are meant to be happy, babe.”

‘Babe.’ You felt your heart flutter again. Just as much, your ears were flustered. ‘He called me babe!’

He seems to realize this too, a shy blush forming upon his cheeks. He bashfully scratches the back of his head with a smile. “Is it okay, if I called you that, by the way?”

You stood for a second before a smile slowly formed your lips, ever so happy that he was so kind to you. You were redder and redder by the second. “Of course. But, can you also let me call you something nice?”

The doe eyed boy grinned at you and smiled. “Of course! I look forward to it, babe!”

His words washed over you like a soothing balm, easing the embarrassment and replacing it with a sense of warmth and acceptance. In that moment, as you held each other close, you knew deep in your heart that you were exactly where you were meant to be—with the person who loved you unconditionally and who would always be there to support you through the challenges of life as a Jujutsu sorcerer.

As you sighed, leaning against the metal railings, the air was filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. The thought of your first date together lingered in your mind, a promise that had been postponed due to the demands of your respective missions. You were both understanding, that’s sure.

But Yuji had more patience than you. Each and every call, he was the one to reassure you that there’s always a next time. You pouted every single time, but he would cheer you up too easily. Despite all the delays, you were certain that the time would come when you could finally enjoy a special moment together. You never lose hope in love. Not when you’re so loved by the most loving creature alive.

As you stood there, lost in your thoughts, a sudden voice broke through the silence, jolting you back to reality. Startled, you let out a yelp, the sound echoing through the air as you stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding a potentially dangerous fall.

Before you could fully comprehend what had happened, Yuji sprang into action, his panic evident as he reached out and grabbed hold of your arm, pulling you away from the precarious edge of the metal railings. "Oh shit," he exclaimed, his voice filled with concern and remorse. "You could have gotten hurt. I'm so sorry."

You felt a rush of gratitude and relief wash over you as Yuji held you close, his touch a reassuring anchor in the midst of your momentary panic. Despite the danger you had just narrowly escaped, you couldn't help but feel a blush creep onto your cheeks as you looked up at him.

He was taller than you, his gaze filled with genuine concern as he searched your face for any signs of injury. Your lips parted, but for a moment, no words came out. Finally, you managed to nod slowly, your voice barely a whisper as you assured him, "It's... it's okay. I'm okay."

As Yuji's lips twisted into a slight frown, a pang of guilt tugged at your heart. "It's not okay, though. You could have been hurt because of me," he insisted, his voice tinged with regret.

Shaking your head, you reached out to gently cup his cheek, your touch soft and reassuring. "But it's because of you that I didn't get hurt," you countered, your voice filled with sincerity.

His eyes softened at your words, a warmth spreading through his features as he looked at you. "You're too nice to me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you met his gaze. "I'll always be here for you, Yuji. Just like you're always here for me," you promised, your words carrying the weight of your unwavering commitment to each other.

Yuji's expression softened at your words, a warmth spreading through his gaze as he reached out to gently. He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours. "I'm grateful to have you in my life," he said sincerely, his voice filled with genuine affection.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you felt a surge of warmth in your chest. "I feel the same way about you, Yuji," you admitted, your voice tinged with emotion.

As you stood there, hand in hand, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the soft sound of the breeze rustling through the trees. Yuji sighed comfortably, a playful smile on his face. You looked at him. You couldn’t help but smile too. It was too contagious. Even his joy in the quiet, it makes you feel happy.

"Thinking about our first date?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it feels like we've been so caught up with missions that we haven't had the chance to go out yet."

He bumped his shoulder against yours. "Don't worry, we’ll get there. It's going to be the best date ever.”

You smiled, appreciating his optimism. "I'm looking forward to it. Just you and me, no curses or missions to worry about."

He grinned, the excitement evident in his eyes. "Exactly! It'll be perfect."

Suddenly, the loud ringing of your phone shattered the tranquility of the moment, pulling you both back to reality. With a sigh, you reluctantly let go of Yuji's hand and retrieved your phone from your pocket, glancing at the caller ID. You squint, trying to make out the letters.

“Did you forget your contact lenses again?” Yuji gasps, in a worry. “Where’s your glasses?”

“Too much of a bother.” You touted back in reply, continuing to make out the name. “Besides, this isn’t too bad. I can still see!”

“Babe, you’re squinting like my grandpa did. This is bad for your eyes!” He groaned back at you, but you waved him off for that. He crosses his arms. “Hey, stop leaning on the screen so much!”

“Shhhh, let me work!” You tout back at him. But when you read it more clearly, you couldn’t help but frown. You scroll through the message. "It's from Principal Yaga,"

Your boyfriend quickly drops his stance and walks over to you. Yuji's brows furrowed in concern as he glanced at your phone. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

You shook your head, your mind already racing with thoughts of the possible mission that awaited you. "I'm not sure," you admitted, your tone tinged with apprehension. "But I need to take this."

Your heart sank as Principal Yaga's urgent voice echoed in your ears, detailing the gravity of the mission that required your immediate attention. With each word he spoke, the weight of responsibility bore down on you, filling you with a sense of apprehension and determination.

As you hung up the phone, you turned to Yuji, a conflicted expression etched on your face. His concerned gaze met yours, and you could see the worry flickering in his eyes as he waited for you to speak.

"I'm sorry, Yuji," you said softly, the weight of the impending mission weighing heavily on your shoulders. "It looks like our date will have to wait."

Yuji's brows furrowed in understanding as he reached out to gently squeeze your hand. "It's okay," he reassured you, his voice filled with genuine understanding. "Duty calls, right? We'll have plenty of time for our date later."

Despite his comforting words, you couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment gnawing at your heart. The anticipation of spending time together had filled you with excitement, and now, it felt like a distant dream slipping through your fingers.

As you reluctantly released Yuji's hand and turned to leave, the weight of your duty pulling you away from him, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. But as you walked away, a sense of determination burned within you, knowing that you had a mission to fulfill and that Yuji would be waiting for you when you returned.

With a heavy heart, you explained the situation to Yuji, apologizing profusely for the abrupt end to your date. But to your surprise, Yuji's face broke into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I’ll see you before I leave!” he declared confidently, his tone filled with unwavering optimism.

You couldn't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm, feeling a surge of warmth in your heart. "I'll hold you to that," you replied, your voice filled with affection.

With a final wave, you turned and hurried off to fulfill your mission, knowing that Yuji would be waiting for you with open arms when you returned. Despite the challenges ahead, you felt a sense of reassurance knowing that you had someone like Yuji by your side, supporting you every step of the way. As you reluctantly released Yuji's hand and turned to leave, the weight of your duty pulling you away from him, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. But as you walked away, a sense of determination burned within you, knowing that you had a mission to fulfill and that Yuji would be waiting for you when you returned.

“I’ll see you before I leave!” he declared confidently, his tone filled with unwavering optimism.

You couldn't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm, feeling a surge of warmth in your heart. "I'll hold you to that," you replied, your voice filled with affection.

With a final wave, you turned and hurried off to fulfill your mission, knowing that Yuji would be waiting for you with open arms when you returned. Despite the challenges ahead, you felt a sense of reassurance knowing that you had someone like Yuji by your side, supporting you every step of the way.As you reluctantly released Yuji's hand and turned to leave, the weight of your duty pulling you away from him, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. But as you walked away, a sense of determination burned within you, knowing that you had a mission to fulfill and that Yuji would be waiting for you when you returned.

“I’ll see you before you leave!” he declared confidently, his tone filled with unwavering optimism.

You couldn't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm, feeling a surge of warmth in your heart. "I'll hold you to that," you replied, your voice filled with affection.

You feel like your heart is going to burst again.

It didn’t matter if you were irritated to your core.

The thought of coming home, seeing his smile?

It was worth making it as short as possible.

So you thought about it — love countdown begins!

IT WAS ANNOUNCED THAT YOU’LL LEAVE TOMORROW. You got an extra day before you left, which was mostly spent preparing for the mission. Since it's your first major mission on your own, this is something that has more thought put into it than most missions you have done. You were apologetic to Yuji this morning, not being able to stay in his bed this morning.

Not only because Yaga would give you both a talking down to, but you had to prepare your weapons and aids for this mission. And so that led your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, into quite a conundrum. He was missing you like crazy when he knew you’d come back. That you were a phone call away. That you were a walk away.

He sat slumped over the table in the cozy café Nobara wanted to visit. His usual cheerful demeanor was replaced by a somber expression. This wasn’t something that was uncommon. Yuji too had felt like this before when he was just your friend, who was wholeheartedly in love with you. But this time around, it was different. Nobara and Megumi exchanged concerned glances as they sat across from him, sensing his melancholy mood. Megumi sighed, drinking his black coffee. Yuji's not easy when this happens.

“Why are you moping again?” Nobara asked, taking a sip of her vibrant colored milkshake. “I thought you already said it was fine.”

Megumi shakes his head. “He’s been saying that for the whole day and not being fine, Kugisaki.”

Yuji let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders drooping even further. "It's just... I'm really going to miss my baby, you know?" he admitted, his voice tinged with sadness. "I was looking forward to our date, and now my baby’s been called away for a mission. AGAIN!"

Nobara rolled her eyes playfully, nudging Yuji with her elbow. "Come on, cheer up, Romeo," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Instead of moping around, why don't you do something nice for your baby before they leaves?"

Yuji perked up slightly at the suggestion, a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes. "Yeah, you're right," he said, a small smile forming on his lips. "I should do something special for them."

Megumi nodded in agreement. "It's the perfect opportunity to show them how much you care," he added, offering Yuji a small look. “......I suppose.”

With newfound determination, Yuji straightened up, his resolve renewed. "You're right," he declared, a determined gleam in his eyes. "I'm going to make sure they knows just how much they mean to me before they leaves."

Nobara grinned, pleased to see Yuji's spirits lifting. "That's the spirit," she exclaimed, raising her milkshake in a toast. "To make your babe feel special!"

Yuji nodded eagerly, a spark of determination in his eyes as he stood up from the table. "Thanks, guys," he said gratefully, his voice filled with determination. "I won't let my babe leave without knowing how much i have for them in my heart!”

With that, he bid his friends farewell and set off to put his plan into action, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation for the surprise he had in store for you. Nobara and Megumi watched him go, exchanging knowing glances as they shared in Yuji's excitement.

"He's really in love, isn't he?" Nobara remarked, a fond smile on her lips.

Megumi nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah," he agreed softly. "He's a lucky guy."

Nobara felt herself frown for a moment. “Wait, shouldn’t I be upset that Itadori’s way more in love than I am right now?”

Megumi sighed, drinking his coffee once more. “Here we go.”

Meanwhile, Itadori Yuji was determined to make the most of the precious few minutes he had with you before you left for your mission later tonight. One of the sorcerer assistants would pick you up and take you on location. But they had run late, which Yuji supposes he’s thankful for. He has time to do what he does best — making you smile. Because he needed to at least make sure you had a good memory with him before you left.

He had meticulously a moment together that would be filled with all the things you loved, ensuring that every moment would be unforgettable. Five minutes is all it takes, he thinks. Sometimes five minutes is all they have. Five minutes may not be a long time, but it would be enough. He thinks it would be enough. Because he’d see you smile. And it would be worth it. He hastily messaged you about coming to his dorm, to meet up before you left. As ever, you enthusiastically messaged him back.

‘I’ll be there in five minutes, sunshine! Let me put my shoes on! <333’ you messaged him. He smiled ever so happily about it.

‘I’m waiting for you, babe. Be careful getting here, don’t run! <333’ He had replied back, He was sure, you were smiling too.

As he waited for you outside the dorm, his heart raced with excitement. Each passing second felt like an eternity as he eagerly awaited your arrival. When you finally appeared, a smile lit up his face. You greeted him with a happy wave of both hands. He waved back to you, a bright smile on his lips. He felt a surge of life echo through his veins. It was almost electric, he thinks. He’s never felt more alive than he is with you. No place is better than being in your arms. Even when there’s a countdown.

"Hey, babe," he greeted you warmly as you reached him, taking your hand in his. "I'm so glad you're here."

“Hey, my sunshine.” You beamed up at him, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "I wouldn't miss this for the world, seeing you being so cute and pretty for me before I left." you replied, squeezing his hand affectionately.

“I have a surprise for you.”

You blinked at him. “A surprise?”

He grinned. “Yeah. Give me your hand.”

You lay your hand on his palm without question. “What next?”

With Yuji leading the way, you entered his dorm with a sense of excitement bubbling inside you. The cozy setup he had prepared for your five-minute date greeted you, and you couldn't help but feel touched by his thoughtfulness.

As you settled onto the couch, Yuji's eyes sparkled with excitement and admiration as he looked at you. Your radiant smile and the twinkle in your eyes filled him with a warmth that he couldn't quite put into words. It was moments like these, when he could see the sheer happiness on your face, that made him realize just how much he cherished you.

"Here we are," Yuji said, his voice filled with excitement as he gestured to the cozy setup around you. "Our little adventure awaits!"

You couldn't help but giggle at his enthusiasm, feeling a rush of warmth and affection for him. "To adventure!" you exclaimed, raising an imaginary toast with him.

With a grin, Yuji handed you a plate filled with an assortment of your favorite snacks, his eyes shining with excitement. "I made sure to bring all your favorites," he said eagerly. "And I even bought some extras for the car ride. I know you'll get hungry, so I packed you some too."

You gasped in delight, your eyes widening as you took in the delicious spread before you. "Wow, Yuji, this looks amazing!" you exclaimed, reaching eagerly for a snack. "Thank you so much. You always know how to make me feel special."

A warm feeling blossomed in Yuji's chest at your words, and he couldn't help but grin back at you. "Of course, babe," he said, pulling out a chair for you. "Sit down and eat up. We've got a lot to do in these five minutes!"

As you indulged in your impromptu picnic, sharing laughs and stories over the delicious snacks, Yuji felt a sense of contentment wash over him. You were a fast eater, but you ate a lot too. Yuji liked that. He liked seeing you smile, knowing that you enjoyed the food that you eat. Knowing that it makes you feel good, to see yourself full and energized. But he knew he couldn't make you eat long. He taps you on the shoulder, and you put the chocolate bar down.

"So, what do you want to do next?" Yuji asked eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement as he took your hand in his. "We still have a few minutes left, and I want to make sure we do something you'll enjoy."

You grinned at him, feeling a surge of gratitude for his thoughtfulness. "How about we sing karaoke?" you suggested, gesturing toward the nearby karaoke machine that Yuji had set up. "You and I make a great musical duo, you know?"

Yuji's eyes lit up with excitement, and he jumped up from the couch. "That sounds perfect!" he exclaimed. "Best of the world, from the best duo in the world. Let's do it, babe! Up, let’s go!”

As you and Yuji launched into a spirited duet, laughter filling the room, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the precious moments you were sharing together. No matter how short-lived, you knew that this five-minute date would be a memory you would cherish forever.

The music filled the air as you and Yuji sang your hearts out, completely losing yourselves in the moment. With each note and every laugh, you felt a sense of joy and contentment wash over you, grateful for the opportunity to share this special time with someone who meant so much to you.

As the final strains of the song faded away, you and Yuji exchanged smiles, the warmth of your connection palpable in the air. For those few fleeting moments, it felt like time had stopped, allowing you to savor the magic of the moment.

Throughout the whirlwind date, you couldn't help but be overwhelmed by Yuji's thoughtfulness and the depth of his love for you. Each gesture, from the carefully prepared snacks to the impromptu karaoke session, spoke volumes about his affection and dedication to making you happy. As the five minutes flew by in a blur of laughter and joy, you couldn't help but feel grateful to have someone as amazing as Yuji in your life.

The way he looked at you with such adoration and excitement, his eyes shining with genuine happiness, made your heart swell with love. It was moments like these, filled with simple but meaningful gestures, that reminded you of the depth of your connection and the strength of your bond.

As you sang together, your voices blending harmoniously, it felt like the rest of the world faded away, leaving only you and Yuji in a bubble of pure happiness. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the joy of being together, sharing a special moment that would become a cherished memory for years to come.

As the final moments of your date approached, Yuji enveloped you in a warm embrace, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. His arms around you felt like home, a comforting and familiar embrace that filled you with a sense of belonging. "I wish we could have more time together," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret as the realization of the fleeting nature of your encounter settled in.

You looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with affection and gratitude. "Every moment with you is precious," you whispered, your voice soft and filled with emotion. "This was perfect, Yuji. Thank you for loving me this much."

Yuji's gaze softened, his heart swelling with love and adoration for you. "I would do anything for you," he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "You mean everything to me, and I just want to make you happy."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his heartfelt words, touched by the depth of his love and sincerity. The overwhelming rush of emotions threatened to consume you as you gazed into his eyes, reflecting the endless expanse of his affection for you.

"You already do," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart swelling with gratitude for the unwavering love he showered upon you. “And you always will. I know you will.”

Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to his lips, savoring the sweet connection that bound you together. In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the warmth of his embrace, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. The love you shared with Yuji transcended time and space, transcended every worry, every concern, every monster, every villain. Everything. Because Itadori Yuji was everything to you. He is your one and only. And you knew that you were his too.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you savored the final moments of your five-minute date, the world around you fading into insignificance as you basked in the warmth of your love. Though time seemed to slip away far too quickly, leaving you longing for more, you held onto the memory of this precious moment, etching it into the depths of your heart.

As the last seconds ticked away, you reluctantly pulled away from Yuji's embrace, a sense of reluctance lingering in your heart. "I'll see you soon," you whispered, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Yuji's gaze held an unwavering determination as he made his promise, his voice filled with confidence that echoed the depth of his love. He pressed a tender kiss on your cheeks and then on your palms, a silent pledge of protection and devotion. "You make sure to be careful, okay?" he said softly, his voice laced with concern. "Call me when you arrive, and call me when you're about to go home."

You nodded in response, your heart swelling with affection at his thoughtful gesture. "I will," you assured him, a warm smile gracing your lips. "I'll even send you pictures. And do you want a souvenir?"

A playful grin spread across Yuji's face as he leaned in for a quick kiss, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You, I just want you," he replied, his tone filled with playful affection.

You couldn't help but laugh at his response, feeling a rush of warmth and happiness wash over you. "Roger that!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with love only for him. You could hear the honking of the car, from down below.

The sorcerer assistant must be here now. You had to let go now. You had to go get your things and then leave. It was hard to let go. But the sooner you leave, the sooner you come back. That’s what your goal is. With one final embrace you bid Yuji farewell, carrying his words and kisses with you as you embarked on your mission, knowing that no matter the distance, your love for each other would remain unwavering.

“When I come back, we won’t have a love countdown, okay?” You whisper against his body, trying to snuggle against his warmth. “You and I, a massive date when I come back, okay?”

His pretty laugh rumbled against his chest, tickling you with life. “We’ll go to that Sanrio cafe, the one in Ikebukuro.”

You looked up to him and grinned. “I’ll look forward to that.”

“You won’t be paying though, I will.” He kisses the top of your head.

You giggled at him. “We’ll talk about that when I come back.”

He laughs. “You’ll probably forget about this when you come back.”

You shake your head. “No, I won’t forget.”

As you pulled away from the embrace, a bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "I'll see you soon, my sunshine," you whispered, your voice filled with longing.

Yuji returned your smile, his eyes shimmering with unspoken affection. "Take care, babe. I mean it, hm?" he replied softly, his gaze following you as you made your way downstairs.

With a final wave and a lingering glance, you descended the stairs and headed towards the waiting car, your heart heavy with the weight of parting but also buoyed by the warmth of Yuji's love. As you settled into the vehicle, you couldn't help but steal one last look back at the dorm, where Yuji stood watching you with unwavering devotion.

And as the car pulled away, carrying you towards your mission, you knew deep in your heart that no matter the distance, your bond with Yuji would only grow stronger with each passing moment. With a sigh of contentment, you closed your eyes, feeling his love enveloping you like a warm embrace, guiding you through the challenges ahead. You took out your phone and scanned for Yuji’s name. You started to type up a message as quickly as you can. You smile, your heart beating to the rhythm of the keys. You quickly hit send and closed your phone, grinning.

‘I didn’t forget. I’m paying when we go, okay?’

Not even a second later, your ringtone for Yuji rings.

‘No, you won’t! I’m paying, including your new stuffies <3’

You laugh, feeling the warmth only he can give from far away.

You text back, ‘You really spoil me a lot, you know that?’

Half a heartbeat later, he says, ‘Cause I love you lots, babe!! <3’

You squeal so loud, the assistant looked at you from the back.

You really can fall in love over and over again, everyday.

But who’s counting, anyway? Love has no countdown.

‘I love you too, sunshine. Forever and ever, mwah <333’

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Begged & Borrowed Time (xxvii, ao3)

(Chapter twenty-seven: In the House of Wind, Nesta has a run in with not one, but two members of the Inner Circle.) (Prologue // previous chapter // next chapter)

“Here. I brought these for you.”

Mor’s bracelets clinked, chiming like silver bells as she held out her hands.

A small pile of folded fabric lay balanced evenly in her palms, like some kind of offering, and as she thrust her hands forwards, her voice was bright, a melodic peal through the hushed silence of Elain’s room. Deep reds and bright pinks shone in the sunlight that streamed through the wide windows, sliding over the thin silks and satins that made something deep inside Nesta’s chest begin to crumble.

Mor had brought them clothes.

No matter that it was a gift Nesta did not want, or that it came a day too late to matter.

A smile graced Mor’s lovely face, and if the corners of her crimson mouth faltered - if the sincerity of that smile wavered for just a heartbeat - then she masked it quickly, the gold of her earrings gleaming in the harsh light as her head tilted a fraction— the only indication that the blonde was losing her patience.

But what did Nesta care?

Where had Rhysand’s cousin been yesterday, she wondered, when Nesta had woken alone? Where had she been then, when Nesta had to piece together the small fragments of herself that remained, barely able to stomach rising from bed long enough to find her sister?

Too late— Mor had come too late, and Nesta didn’t have it in her to feign appreciation.

She had barely left Elain’s bedside since waking, and seated at the foot of that bed now, she didn’t have it in her speak or move either. She only eyed that pile of fabric with a kind of disdain she knew flickered plainly across her face.

The silence deepened, interrupted only by the whisper of the wind from beyond the windows, but Nesta still didn’t - couldn’t - bother to break it. The blonde across from her let out a barely discernible huff; a soft exhale sharpened by displeasure.

Didn’t she understand, Nesta thought as she looked once more at that pile of borrowed clothes, how much strength it took to speak? How much energy it would take - energy she did not have - to explain that to wear the dresses Mor offered would be like being thrown in the Cauldron all over again, another thread of her humanity severed?

The satin seemed to shimmer, and Nesta pressed her lips together, feeling ire rising in her chest.

Just clothes— they were just clothes. And yet her throat tightened as she thought of the plunging necklines and slits to the thigh that Mor seemed to be so fond of. Whatever Nesta had left, whatever scraps remained of the life she had dared, once, to call her own… they would shatter with those clothes. With the acknowledgement that this was her place now, resolutely above the wall. She couldn’t escape the feeling that the moment she donned one of those dresses, it would be recognition, on her part, that the Cauldron had broken her apart just to fit her into a Night Court mould.

Slowly, a frown crept into Mor’s brow. The silence grew stilted and awkward, and her brown eyes flickered, like she couldn’t understand why Nesta wasn’t lurching forwards to snatch her proffered gifts. Those eyes turned flat, shoving the pile closer, and when she spoke, her words had an edge as sharp as any blade.

“I thought you might be tired of wearing the old nightgowns the House keeps in the wardrobes,” she said tightly, nodding pointedly to the nightgown Nesta had, indeed, found in the wardrobe.

She hadn’t paused to wonder where the nightwear came from. She had merely opened the doors to the wardrobe in the corner of the room she had awoken in and found it empty, save for a pile of nightgowns on a low shelf. In shades of silver and blue, with long sleeves and a neckline that was flattering but not daring in the least, they were much more palatable to her than the crimson Mor offered now.

Still, Nesta said nothing.

Mor’s smile fell away entirely. Her lips pursed, the bracelets at her wrists clattering as she dropped the pile of clothes onto the foot of Elain’s bed.

Nesta only lifted her head to meet the blonde’s unwavering stare as Mor crossed her arms over her chest.

There had been no gentle greeting from Rhysand’s cousin. No acknowledgement that Nesta’s life had been taken and broken and bent out of shape. No, Mor had swept in and looked at Nesta sitting on the edge of Elain’s bed, and chirped a bright hello, like her joy wasn’t an assault to every one of Nesta’s newfound senses. In what was probably some attempt at lightening the atmosphere, Mor had swept irreverently into the room and held out those clothes, hardly noticing that what she offered was neither gift nor kindness.

And at some point it had turned into a battle of wills that Nesta did not have the strength for, one that Mor had already resolved to win. Nesta saw it in the way the blonde’s spine stiffened as she stood there, waiting for Nesta to do something, to say something.

She would not leave.

So Nesta relented.

Still holding tight to her silence, her eyes fell to the pile lying on the bed beside her. She flicked her gaze back to Rhysand’s cousin, who gave her a small, terse nod as a menial smile forced its way back onto those painted red lips. She dropped her folded arms and clasped her hands together, rings clinking against one another as she interlinked her fingers.

Lifting the first dress gingerly from the pile, Nesta felt her heart sink, even as not a single lick of surprise coursed through her. The neckline was deep and plunging, an arrow that would cut right down the centre of her chest. The fabric clung to her fingers, and every sense of mortal propriety seemed to shudder as she held that slip of deep red fabric. She might have felt colour rise to her cheeks, if she hadn’t been so entirely hollowed out. Instead, she looked blandly at the dress dangling in her hand.

“Is this Night Court fashion, then?”

Her voice was hoarse, as if it had gone unused for a century, and it was more flat than it had ever been before, like there was simply no emotion, no warmth, left within her.

Mor’s smile faltered. “Yes.”

Nesta blinked— like the blonde’s false happiness was an affront in this room, this place, where Elain still slept and where Nesta was trying hard to mend the cracks in her broken soul.

“I don’t want your handmedowns,” she said curtly, letting the dress fall back into the pile at the foot of her sister’s bed. The fabric pooled there, silken.

Mor only sighed heavily, all pretence falling away as she threw up her hands in exasperation.

“None of us have the time to go shopping for you,” she said flatly. “Do you even understand what happened in that throne room? How much shit we are trying to deal with—“ She cut herself off with a hiss, shaking her head. She took a single steadying breath, and tucked her blonde hair behind one arched ear. “Perhaps you should take what we can spare and be grateful.”

“Grateful,” Nesta echoed.

Mor flinched, as though realising too late how poor her words were. Her eyes dropped to the carpet beneath her feet, some kind of regret flickering swiftly across her face. But if Nesta expected an apology to drop from those painted lips…

Mor only let her face soften before looking to the bed, to Elain lying still in the centre, covered in blankets as she slept.

In all the hours that had passed since Nesta had opened her eyes yesterday, Elain had woken only once, and her gaze had been so flat that icy terror had swept down Nesta’s spine. Her sister had made no move to rise from that bed, only lay there, staring at the ceiling as a single tear slipped slowly down her cheek. Nesta had brushed her shoulder, asked her ten, twenty different questions that went ignored before she began pleading with Elain instead, imploring her to say something, anything.

Elain hadn’t even looked at her, as though she were so divorced from this new reality that sound and light and feeling meant nothing to her.

Mor scanned Elain’s face now, noting the bloodless cheeks. “How is she?”

“Sleeping,” Nesta answered tightly. Her tone added an obviously that went unspoken.

Mor didn’t answer, and in the silence that followed, Nesta watched the blonde bite her tongue so hard it was a wonder she didn’t draw blood. Her eyes drifted to the clock on a low table against the wall, and Nesta knew that she was wondering if she had done enough to justify leaving yet— if she could later say, hand on heart, that she had turned up and tried her best to help.

Never mind that all she’d done was stride into Elain’s bedroom and offer Nesta a pile of dresses she could never wear.

A moment passed, and with it Mor apparently decided that, yes, she had fulfilled enough of whatever duty it was that had brought her here in the first place.

“If you need anything,” she said as she straightened her spine, brushing a hand down her front as she looked towards the door, “ask the House. It will make food for you.”

Nesta made herself nod. She remembered, once, how Cassian had told her the House had magic. How it might bring them breakfast in bed.

The memory hurt, now. Scorched that part of her she was trying and failing to heal.

Cassian.

His name clanged through her, echoing through the hollow space where her heart lay cracked behind her ribs. It bleated, a sharp and insistent pang that had her feeling weak, like if she so much as tried to stand, she would crumble.

And even though Nesta wanted Mor gone - unable to stand the silent judgement in her eyes - as the blonde turned away, her hand closing around the door handle, Nesta rose from the bed so quickly her head spun. Her knees shook, and she gripped the curving iron rail at the foot of the bed, fingers closing tight, because it was the only thing keeping her standing.

She inhaled once— a quick, sharp breath to steady herself for the question she knew she needed to ask, and for the answer she was already dreading.

“Wait,” she said, her voice rough. “Where is he?”

Mor stilled, her hand falling away from the door. Nesta’s brow furrowed, weighed with anguish.

“How is he?”

She didn’t specify who. Didn’t think she’d need to.

A beat passed, strained and heavy, and Nesta’s heart thundered as Mor glanced over her shoulder.

“He lives,” Mor said tightly, though her tone added an unspoken no thanks to you, and Nesta didn’t fail to notice that she’d avoided the first question— as though, for whatever reason, the Morrigan did not like the claim Nesta had on Cassian, nor the claim he had on her.

But she didn’t care, not as relief swarmed in her veins, some weight lifted from her shoulders like a shaft of brilliant sunlight through the darkest of storm clouds. He was alive— at the very least, he was alive. Her heart seemed to skip a beat or two, but before she could ask again where the general - her general - had been taken, Mor had turned away, slipping through the door and closing it firmly behind her.

She was gone, and in her wake, the pile of dresses remained at the foot of Elain’s bed, untouched.

***

A firm hand on her shoulder awoke her the next day.

Nesta jerked awake at the touch, dragged roughly from the uneasy sleep that had plagued her since the sun had set.

Cassian. She had been dreaming of Cassian, and as the dream faded - taking with it the sound of his agonised screams and the feel of his blood slipping through her fingers - Nesta dared to hope, for one foolish moment, that she would open her eyes and find that the fingers curling around her shoulder now were his.

But—

“Nesta.”

She started, heart hammering as those cold fingers drew away.

Cassian’s hands had never been cold.

Never, not even that night in the rain, when they had both of them been soaked through.

The touch retreated, Nesta’s heart sinking to new depths as awareness slowly began to filter back in. She heard a clipped apology, words that were distant and strained. Somehow she had fallen asleep last night kneeling by Elain’s bed, her arms folded on the mattress, her cheek resting on top. Those dresses still lay in a crumpled pile at the foot of the bed, and, turning, Nesta found not Cassian but Rhysand standing above her.

He looked like hell.

She had never seen the High Lord looking even slightly ruffled before, not even in Hybern’s throne room when everything had gone south. No, even then he had radiated some kind of flawless, arrogant grace.

But all of that was gone now.

He looked tired, worn. His eyes were dark, no stars there at all, and his usually immaculate hair looked as though he’d spent too many sleepless nights running his fingers through it. Tension bracketed his mouth, and when he looked at her, he did not smile. He was drawn and pale, like he had been cut off from half of himself.

Do you understand what happened in that throne room, Mor had spat yesterday. How much shit we are trying to deal with.

Whatever it was, it had Rhysand looking like his entire world had ceased to spin, and as Nesta looked at her sister’s mate, she had to wonder what exactly Feyre had done to allow their escape from that castle.

Somehow, she didn’t think Feyre had made it back to the Night Court yet.

But before she could demand answers, Rhysand clicked his fingers, and from thin air another bundle of fabric appeared, one he balanced in one hand.

“Clothes,” he explained as Nesta rose from her spot by the bed and straightened the clean nightgown she had pulled from the wardrobe last night. “Mor said you didn’t like the others.”

His eyes alighted on the dresses in question, still in the exact same place Mor had left them. Elain had lain so still she hadn’t disturbed them, and Nesta had already resolved not to touch them again.

Rhysand held out the replacements, and though every single nerve she had told her to dig in her heels and resist, there was something about him - something that seemed half as broken as she felt - that had her taking the pile he offered. He dipped his chin in a nod as she sank onto the mattress by Elain’s hip, resting the bundle in her lap. There was no silk this time at least. Thin cotton met her instead, and something gauzy and sheer.

Rhysand folded his hands behind his back, eyes flicking to Elain as Nesta silently unfolded the dress that lay at the top of that pile. Except…

It wasn’t a dress.

Loose pants unfolded before her - she’d never worn pants in her life - with cuffed ankles, and a low waist that made her shudder. Her mouth turned dry, a sigh leaving her as she plucked up a cropped top with sheer sleeves that would leave the skin at her midriff entirely bare.

Gods, this was even worse than the dresses.

She let the top flutter to her lap, half of her bucking against it, half of her wanting to weep.

She didn’t want this. Didn’t want any of this.

Wordless, broken, she let the remainder of the clothes Rhysand had brought them lie before her, untouched.

And at her lack of thanks, her lack of gratitude, Rhysand’s face tightened further still.

No, Nesta would not wear these clothes either.

She’d sooner stay in nightgowns. There were, at least, a generous pile of those folded in the wardrobe in the other room, a pile that seemed to constantly replenish itself. Like the House itself knew better than to give her any of the Night Court fashion it surely kept on hand.

Rhysand’s disapproval radiated from him in waves, his hand tightening into a fist.

She wanted to laugh— might have, had she not felt so empty.

He was unimpressed with her.

Never mind that she had no idea what had happened in the days since Hybern—what had happened to Cassian, or Feyre, or Azriel. Never mind that she and Elain had just been left up here, not knowing where they were or how they’d gotten there. Nesta had been left to figure it out herself in those first few hours after waking, and still he had the nerve to look at her like that?

Heat built in her veins, a pressure that made her fingers twitch.

Rhysand’s eyes widened as he tilted his head and looked at her, a spark in the violet at last. She sensed something— some skittering across her skin, like she could feel his magic searching, assessing her.

“What happened?” he breathed, leaning forwards. “That night— what happened.”

It wasn’t a question exactly— wasn’t voiced with any sort of gentleness. His voice was quiet, but it carried with it a dominance that said he expected to be answered. Nesta bristled.

Apathy warred with rage; stunning numbness competing with an anger so strong it began to burn.

“They took us,” she answered bluntly.

“Yes, but…” He trailed off, sighing as Nesta scowled, folding her arms over her chest. “What was it like in there? Inside the Cauldron?”

She didn’t answer.

Nothing in the world could make her answer that question to satisfy his curiosity.

Nothing in the whole. fucking. world.

There were flashes in her memory— the cold and crushing dark, a whisper through the void as her bones were shattered and remade. The Cauldron was a crucible that had forged her into something else, something other, and as something in her chest began to pound, that new ache flared once more in her fingertips. Something cold swept through her, a shadow of the burning the Cauldron had forced through her. Whatever it was, Rhysand sensed it.

His eyes widened a little with something that might have been concern, but she wasn't fool enough to think it was for her. No, it seemed unnervingly like concern for what she might do.

What had he glimpsed in her that had him studying her so intently now?

She had felt the fire burning under her skin; what had it etched across her face?

She thought of the silver in her eyes she’d glimpsed in the mirror. Was that what the High Lord saw now?

“Really, Nesta. What happened in there?” His eyes scanned her again, wary. “What were you given?”

Nesta clenched her fists, praying it might bank the heat in her veins. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He studied her again for another long minute before he drew back, eyes sliding over her as he took a step away, shaking his head and letting his raven hair brush his forehead almost haphazardly. The shadows beneath his eyes seemed to deepen.

But Nesta was done answering questions— done being the one left in the dark. As the heat at her fingers began to fade, the fire in her chest dimming, she took a step closer and met his dark-eyed gaze.

“Feyre,” she said firmly, watching as her sister’s name spoken aloud made the High Lord close his eyes. Like he didn’t have the strength to bear it. “Where is she?”

Rhysand swallowed. Nesta tracked the movement of his throat, watched him slowly open those violet eyes, an ocean of anguish there in place of the usual stars.

“Spring,” he said, his voice detached. “She went to Spring. To give us the chance we needed to get out.” He paused, swallowed once more, like the words were shards of glass, tearing his throat. “She’ll come home once she’s learned everything she needs to about Hybern’s plans.”

Stone faced, Nesta looked at the man her sister had bound herself to.

“She left Tamlin— because of what he did to her, and now you’re happy to leave her there? Alone?”

“Happy?” Rhysand sneered, lip curling back over his teeth. “Do I look happy to you?”

No. No, he didn’t.

So Nesta merely huffed, clenching her jaw as she shut it tight.

She did not remember much from those last moments in that throne room. She had been on her knees, staring across the space at Cassian and the blood that had pooled around him. She had been gripping Elain’s hand so hard that, had they not just been thrown into the Cauldron and robbed of their humanity, she might have broken bones. Words and sound and speech had been lost to her. She hadn’t paid attention to anything as the wards had shattered.

“And Cassian?” she demanded next, forcing her voice to steady as she lifted her chin. Still, it trembled. “Where is he?”

Rhysand was silent a moment, as though, like Mor, he too would rather leave her question unanswered.

That cold heat threatened to gather once more in her palms, but Nesta ignored it, forced it down as she looked, unblinking, at the High Lord. He made no move to speak, instead looked her up and down with those starless, violet eyes. But when his gaze reached her chest…

Something there pulled sharply, so hard it almost stole her breath. Rhysand might have looked like hell, but he wasn’t the only one. Nesta felt it too, every part of her begging to seek out the only one who had ever really bothered to see her for who she was.

Cassian.

Her heartbeat stuttered, that tugging making its beat uneven, and she thought Rhysand might have heard it because he lowered his gaze and nodded once, like he knew what it was, too, to feel that insistent beat.

“He’s healing,” he answered at last.

“Where.”

He sighed. “Here.” He waved to the ceiling. “His room is a floor above.”

Nesta nodded curtly, but unlike the day before, there was no flood of relief waiting to engulf her. Something about the darkness in Rhysand’s eyes, the concern there he couldn’t mask as he said Cassian was still healing…

All this time, he had been just a floor above her, and yet he had not come to find her. In her heart she knew that if Cassian were able, he would have been at her bedside already. Would have stopped her from waking alone. That he hadn’t was enough to have dread raking its icy fingers down her spine, clawing at the composure she fought so hard to keep intact.

“He’s been sleeping for a few days,” Rhysand added carefully.

“Is that normal?”

“When the body needs to heal wounds as severe as his, yes.”

Severe. How severe?

Nesta thought she might have stopped breathing altogether. Her chest felt tight, like the air was too thin and her lungs wouldn’t work— but Rhysand’s eyes softened a fraction, like he understood, at last, how it felt to feel so utterly at sea. His gaze didn’t turn warm - far from it - but there was something like begrudging respect there, an unwilling admission that Nesta really did mean something to the warrior sleeping above.

And as Rhysand turned to leave, halting just before he reached the door, he turned his head and murmured,

“Third door on the left.”

***

It was hours before she had the strength to leave that room.

To walk that hallway, climb those stairs.

After all - some small voice whispered, one that sounded disconcertingly like her mother - what if he didn’t even want her there, at his side as he slept? After all, it was in defence of her and Elain that Cassian had surely lost the soldiers he had sent to guard their father’s manor. It was in defence of her that he had spat at the king of Hybern and been injured so greatly he still hadn’t woken. What if his wings were so permanently damaged he would never fly again? How could he bear to face her?

Nesta had done her best to ignore it, to shove that voice down as far as it would go, but as she stood before that third door, innocuous and plain, it surged again, and it took Nesta more than a moment to find the will to turn the handle.

Because it was more than just Cassian— more than whether or not he could stand to see her.

She was different now, too, that voice whispered.

So entirely different from who she had been before. Mama had always said that nobody liked her sharp edges, that no man could ever withstand them, and though Nesta had never once dulled herself around Cassian… the Cauldron had made those edges even sharper, and somehow she wasn’t so sure now that Cassian could endure it.

Endure her.

She wasn’t even sure she could.

Beside her, set into the wall to light the dim hallway, a little orb of light glowed in a glass bowl, flaring slightly in a soft pulse that seemed to be encouraging, somehow. As if the House itself sensed her hesitation and urged her forwards.

She paused, shaking her head and bracing a palm flat against the wood of the door.

The little light flared once more, brighter now.

The message was clear enough— so before she could think twice about it, Nesta turned that handle and opened that door.

She was met instantly by the cloying smell of aniseed and healing liniment, and straight ahead on a small table beneath the window lay myriad jars and containers that she assumed contained ointments and antiseptics, all sorts of healing potions. Beside them was a roll of crisp white bandages.

But Nesta’s attention glanced off of that table; slid away from it like water sliding from a roof.

It went, instead, to him.

Like a moth to a flame, her eyes found him. In the almighty bed sitting directly across from the windows - like when he had arranged this room, he had wanted the sky to be the first thing he saw each morning - he lay there, motionless, one hand resting on his chest and wings spread wide on either side of him, wrapped in bandages and held together with splints.

And whatever was left of her broken heart…

It cracked all over again as a splintered gasp escaped her, one borne of horror and grief and desolation.

It was worse than she had imagined— so much worse.

The bottom half of his wings were encased entirely by bandages, and though somebody had cleaned the blood from his hands, his face, Nesta saw the ghost of it still, saw his fingers slipping in puddles of it as he dragged himself along that stone floor. Her heart thundered behind her ribs, rioting as though the sight of him like this wounded her as deeply as the Cauldron itself.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat, and as she lingered there, too afraid to step any closer, those wings twitched— as if he sensed her there, somehow. The talons crowning the tips glinted, the bandages whispering against the sheets, and a soft, pained groan slipped between his lips, like even that small movement had cost him dearly.

“Fool,” she whispered, drifting to his side. His wings settled, ceasing their quivering.

But he didn’t wake. No matter how much Nesta longed to see those hazel eyes, to hear his voice, he didn’t wake.

Night had fallen completely by now, and in the soft glow of the light on his bedside table, every scar he had was thrown into terrible, stark relief. His bare chest rose and fell evenly, but there was a hitch to his breath and a rasp in his throat, and the light didn’t just fall on that golden-brown skin scattered with old scars. It illuminated the pile of painkillers and sleeping aids that lay on his bedside too.

The king had done this.

Had broken her and had broken Cassian too, and one day, Nesta swore quietly in the silence and seclusion of Cassian’s sickroom, she would make him regret everything that happened in that damned throne room.

Cassian shifted again, as if he really could sense her there despite his unconsciousness. On the back of his hand, his siphon began to glow.

Instinctively, Nesta reached out and swept back the hair that had fallen across his brow, letting her fingers brush across his forehead. The crease there smoothed beneath her touch, his breathing growing deeper, smoother. She tucked an errant curl behind one of his rounded ears— the ear he had once said was exactly like her own.

The memory stung, like salt in an open wound.

My ears are almost identical to yours, he’d whispered in the darkness of her father’s study, his teeth catching her earlobe after she’d dared to suggest he had bat ears.

They weren’t identical, not anymore.

She was different now, and as she watched him sleep she began to mourn all over again, because even though she’d let him in before, she wasn’t sure she could stand to let him in again— to let him see just how twisted she had become inside that Cauldron, how warped she was with anger and grief and rage.

She didn’t think he’d laugh and tease her now, either. How could he? She wasn’t the same girl that had gone into the Cauldron.

Nesta Archeron had died.

Her heart had stopped - she had felt it - and whoever she was now, it was a world away from the girl who had walked that road shrouded in fog and felt her heart swell when the warrior before her pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

But he was alive.

Despite it all, Cassian was alive, his heartbeat steady, and Nesta clung to that and that alone, letting it ground her in a way that nothing else could.

His fingers twitched— just once, just barely, but it seemed like he might try to reach for her, to hold her hand in the dark. Blindly Nesta slipped her fingers between his, wishing she could close her eyes and go back to the way things were before.

She didn’t know how long she stayed there, like that. Hours must have passed, but she didn’t sleep— instead she only watched him breathe, feeling the warmth of his hand against hers, cherishing each and every thud of his still-beating heart. Only when the sky began to lighten did she pull away, and as she slipped from that bedroom, unable to bear much more, she only looked back once to the warrior sleeping soundly now in his bed, the hair at his forehead smoothed back by her touch.

She didn’t whisper a goodbye as she went, only let the door close silently behind her.

***

It was her own room that Nesta made her way back to.

Not Elain’s— not this time.

After so long spent at Cassian’s side, she simply didn’t think she could stand to see her sister lying there, unwilling or unable to wake. Didn’t think she had it in her to stand vigil over someone else she cared for, like the only living soul in a house filled with ghosts.

The walls pushed in, the silence complete and suffocating.

She barely managed to close the door of her room before her knees gave out. Sinking to the floor, back against the wall, she let her head drop.

All her fault.

All of this was her fault, in one way or another.

She should have insisted she and Elain go to Velaris when Rhysand first offered, should have stopped Elain from ever being thrown into that Cauldron. She shouldn’t have ever let Cassian in, let herself feel something for him, because he hadn’t thought twice about throwing himself into that blast, had stepped forward to help her when the king had brought them into that throne room.

She shook her head, tears threatening to spill.

Her eyes caught the scar by her thumb, the one that, somehow, the Cauldron had left behind. Suddenly Nesta’s chest was cleaved apart by sobs, that scar just another reminder of all she had failed in.

She had never been good enough for her mother or her grandmother— had failed them both by marrying so low, by letting Tomas put that ring on her finger. And they were just the first in the long list of people she had failed, every barbed retort and every venomous word they had ever slung her way repeating now as she let the darkness swallow her. They were right— her mother, her grandmother, her unfortunate husband. All of them were right. There was nothing she could do that could set right all of her mistakes.

With that thought, fire rose within her. Ice snaked through her blood just as it had done before, when Rhysand had looked at her with trepidation in his eyes. It burned, and with the cold came a surging terror, her hands beginning to shake as she tried to force it down. Heat kissed her palms as she shut her eyes tight against the onslaught.

No— no, no, no.

She pushed it away, forced it back down.

It went— oh, it went, but it burned, clawing to remain, fighting her every step of the way until her bones hurt. With gritted teeth Nesta doused that fire, smothered the hoarfrost in her chest. At last it retreated, faded, and in the grey light Nesta took a shuddering breath, one hand lifting to her chest as if hoping it might calm her racing heart.

It didn’t.

Her breaths were shallow, her head spinning.

And yet, as she began to fall apart, a candle suddenly flared to life across the room. Not one of those magic orbs of light that decorated the hallways and the walls, but a real candle, one that she didn’t think had been there before. She hadn’t asked, hadn’t said a word, and yet somehow the House had known that she needed the darkness to break, needed something solid and real.

Her tears halted, even as she struggled to wrap her head around how casual the magic of the House was. She hadn’t thought it would be like this, but it was comforting somehow, a touch familiar, like there was something about it that was kin and kith to her.

A box of tissues appeared beside her.

Curling her knees to her chest, Nesta lifted her eyes to the ceiling, whispering a soft, “Thank you.”

A new low, she mused bitterly. Talking to a house.

A tap began running in the bathroom, but Nesta shook her head once, sharp and definitive.

“No bath,” she said, trying her best to ignore the way her chest tightened, the fear that crept in at the sound of the water. The great porcelain bath was a world away from the inside of the Cauldron, and yet… “I can’t.”

Immediately the tap stopped.

A blanket appeared next to her instead, large and soft and scented with lavender. A book came next, materialising out of thin air as Nesta blinked, her tears banished by surprise.

The House was trying to… comfort her, she realised.

She blinked once more, as if expecting this to be some illusion, a trick her mind played on her. But the blanket remained there, the book beside it, and with the wall at her back, Nesta didn’t bother to rise but instead pulled the blanket towards her and covered her legs. It was the only thing that had felt soft against her sensitive skin, the only thing that had brought her a kernel of warmth that didn’t seem to burn, and with a trembling hand Nesta reached for the book.

For the first time since the Cauldron, she almost wanted to smile when she saw the title. It was a sad smile, small and tentative, but the corner of her lips just barely lifted, and she sniffed as she pulled the book into her lap.

It was a romance, as though the House already knew what she liked.

“Thank you,” she said again

The candle flame flared— a silent you’re welcome.

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 11 months

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omg, can we maybe see how JJ convinced cowboy to stop smoking?

Description: JJ helps cowboy tackle his smoking addiction

Warnings: Addiction, reader snaps

A/N: Accidentally posted it early again lol

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You looked around restlessly, leg bouncing. The only thought in your head was how much you wanted a cigarette. Everything was irritating you and you felt like you were going to explode. The inside of your skin was itching. The inside. How was that even possible?

"Hey," JJ said, joining you in the breakroom. "How you feeling?"

You looked up at her, "Imma level with you, it's all I can think about," You replied. "I ain't gonna touch one though."

JJ nodded, giving you a small smile, "Yeah?" She sat down opposite you, "What's keeping you going? What's motivating you to not go back?"

JJ watched as pink slowly crept up your cheeks, "I don't wanna disappoint you." You quietly admitted.

"Well, luckily for you, I'm hard to disappoint." She reassured, "But I come bearing gifts."

"A nicotine patch?" You joked with a small chuckle.

"No," JJ said, "But I do have sunflower seeds!" She held up a massive bag, "I made Morgan drive me to Costco to get the large pack, I figured you could do with it."

You gave her a small smile, "Thanks," You said as you immediately opened it and grabbed a handful. "I didn't even realise I was this hungry,"

JJ gives you a smile, "I've been talking to Spence, apparently that's normal,"

You nodded, offering her some sunflower seeds, she decline, "Yeah, I had it last time. I would say its not as hard this time, but I think I'm findin' it harder."

JJ gave you a sympathetic smile as she placed a hand on your shoulder, "I know, but, you're going to get through it and you're going to do great."

"Thanks," You replied.

"So you keep saying," JJ teases as she sits down next to you.

"Well, I'm thankful," You shrugged, "You're goin' out of your way to help me,"

"Well, that's what friends do," JJ says almost hesitantly (not that you notice that), not noticing how your face drops, she turns to you with a smile, "We help each other."

You force a smile, "Well, if you ever start smokin' and then want to quit, let me know so I can help," You joke, taking in her expression as she laughs, the way her eyes crinkle, taking in as much as you could.

You don't know what it was exactly. It could have been the case, the lack of sleep, the general irritation you were feeling since quitting smoking but you weren't sure how long you were going to last until you snapped. You were going through nearly a bag of sunflower seeds a day and still felt restless - practically pacing for hours on end and it still didn't feel enough. You just didn't expect for you to snap at her.

She was just trying to help. And here you were.

"Have you-" You cut her off with a loud groan.

"Will you just fuck off? I get it, you're trynna help but you're not my Mama and you're not my girlfriend so just fuck off!" You exclaim, pent up irritability from the last six hours that had built up being released.

You frown as soon as you process what you've said and the hurt look that flashes in JJ's eyes. "I am so sorry..." You voice twinged in regret. "I-"

She covers the hurt the best she can and smiles, "(Y/N), don't worry about it, I understand. You're going through a lot right now."

You shake your head, "No, JJ, that's not an excuse-"

"(Y/N), I understand."

"No, no, don't give me that. Don't be nice to me after I said that-"

"It's fine."

"No!" You exclaim, closing your eyes for a moment, calming yourself. You were frustrated with yourself. Not JJ. "No. It's not fine."

"(Y/N)-"

"No! JJ, don't tell me it's fine, please don't tell me it's, 'cause it's not,"

"You're going through a lot right now-"

"The fuck I am JJ, its one tiny little thing and I snapped at you and that's not okay!"

"(Y/N)-"

"JJ, its not okay."

JJ sighed, "You didn't mean it." She said, "Your body's stressed right now. It's okay."

You looked at her, furrowing your eyebrows, "I'm so sorry."

"I know." She gave a small smile, "Anyways, let's forget about that. How about a trip to Costco for more sunflower seeds?"

"Have I gone through them all already?"

"Yep. Come on, you're driving."

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usedpidemo · 2 years

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On the other side of dawn (Ive Yujin)

A sequel to: A lonely night.

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“You know, I almost forgot to tell you something,” whispers Yujin, followed by a gentle kiss on your lips. To your disappointment, the taste is fleeting. The atmosphere is quiet, as if the party is finally dying down, but it’s been drowned out the entire time by the loving gaze she gives you.

“What is it?” you reply, faintly, caressing her bare arms, trying to pull her back to you. She’s in your grasp once more, and everything feels right again.

“It’s my birthday today.”

“Wait what?” Your shocked answer echoes out to the wind. Fortunately, it doesn’t draw anyone’s attention—if there’s anyone still down there, anyway. You give her an eye-popping look, and it evokes a quiet giggle from her. “Today’s your birthday?”

“Well, it was my birthday, but since it’s midnight now—” Like a flipped switch, her tone goes from earnest and tender to playful and sarcastic halfway through her sentence. “Anyway, forget about it. There’s something I want to show you.”

Much to your dismay, Yujin breaks off your embrace, then she walks toward the bedroom door. Her feet teeter around and she seemingly loses balance a few times, showing that she’s barely recovering from how hard you fucked her. “I wouldn’t blame you if you forgot,” she continues, followed by a playful giggle and a cheeky wink. “I mean, I’d also forget your birthday too—”

“What the hell—”

Before you have an opportunity to retort, her infectious laughter echoes out to the rest of the mansion as she leaves you alone in her bedroom. You should be on edge, and the red flags should be clear; you know Yujin’s tendencies better than anyone else, and your instincts tell you to follow her, but you don’t. She’s a tease, and she likes to keep you on your toes, yet you allow her to walk off scot-free.

“Just wait there! I’ll be back in a second.” Her voice peals through the bedroom as you think about following her, and you inevitably give in, opting to lay back down on her bed, soaking in the smell of sex, fondly reminiscing on that wonderful high. It helps that her mattress is really comfortable too, to the point where you grow drowsy and begin to fall asleep.

Just as you’re about to fully succumb to your tiredness, you hear an angelic voice call out to you. “Hey…”

Your tired eyes blink open to catch a blurred glimpse of a slender figure standing a fair distance from the bed. You can’t discern whether this is a part of your dream or not.

“What happened, sweetheart?” the voice continues, her eyes rolling around playfully and heartily laughing at your weakened state. “Already tired? You weren’t like this when you were slamming that big cock of yours inside me.”

“Yujin?” Your voice trails off, fatigue very obvious. You’re barely conscious, still under the impression this is all a dream. Nevertheless, you get up and sit on the edge of the bed. That voice in your head is telling you to listen to her. The figure in front of you isn’t clear yet, but you know it’s Yujin—or at least a form with Yujin’s voice.

Her hand reaches out, as if inviting you to her, which you accept. The touch of her soft, tender fingers as she pulls you up feels like the wake-up call you needed. It is in fact truly her, and if this was a dream, you’d never want to wake up from it. Inch by inch, the clouds in your eyes part to see Yujin in her angelic glory, cheeks blushed with pink like the dress she’s wearing for you. It’s her birthday, but you’re the one receiving gifts, perfectly wrapped in a slender, flawless figure.

“You’re so hot,” you rasp, pointing out the obvious. Still, she giggles and grins at your compliment in appreciation. “Was this what you wanted to show me?”

“Yep.” She continues to pull you closer—close to satiate your wanton desire to press your flesh against hers, but placing you at arm’s length to test your patience. Her dress exposes her toned arms and the fresh bite marks you’ve left on her skin, and your endearing smile morphs into a wolfish, proud grin. Her lips follow suit, the trademark Yujin special smirk complementing her showy ensemble. “I wanted to flaunt this for my guests, but I realized how impractical it was for a pool party.”

“I can tell,” you reply, tone not even trying to hide your innocence, and your fingers are at the scene of the crime, tugging at the hem of her expensive fabric, with clear motives. You plant a sweet kiss on her lips, an attempt to distract her, but both of you know where this is going, and where this will end up: on the floor. “So impractical, how does it feel to wear?”

“It’s good, it fits my body well,” says Yujin, full of pride as she glances down at her slender figure. Even she can’t help but look at how perfect she is, but this is probably the humblest she’s ever been talking about herself. “But it doesn’t fit as well as your cock inside me.”

Her arm reaches down, aiming to grab your sweet spot while she exchanges lustful stares with you. It’s a better diversion than whatever that kiss was you gave her; you can’t help but lock eyes with her the whole time. She’s both cute and sexy all at once—a perfect balance of two extremes that mesh together in one divine beauty of a woman. Even when you’re supposed to be acclimated to her games, she’s still a few steps ahead of you, completely in control and dictating the pace of the match.

There really isn’t a point in playing along anymore. The match is already set. You know how this will end; any attempts to break away are futile. Her deft hand reinforces this. An airy groan escapes your breath and your eyes suddenly go shut. There’s a harsh, aching chokehold on your groin area; Yujin has you by the balls—literally and figuratively.

“Look at you, already becoming hard for me and leaking for me.” Yujin whispers in your ear, and your helpless body violently quivers at the sound of her sultry, inviting voice. Her finger taps the head of your sore, erect tip, and you feel a smidge of sticky wetness on it, proving her words true. “I bet you want to fuck me while I look like this.”

You shake your head—not in denial, but because you want more than that. The inflection in your delivery is primal, almost animalistic. “I want to rip that dress off, then fuck you senseless.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” she says, alluringly. The raw, crude intentions you’ve said tickle her ears in all the right places. Her legs gently kick around the bottom of her dress covering her thick, sculpted thighs, glistening under the bedroom lights with sweat and slick. “And that’s what I wanted you to do, too.”

Then that rational part of your brain interjects, taking you out of character and forgetting who Ahn Yujin is. “Shit, isn’t this too expensive?”

She rolls her eyes, completely offended by your joke of a question—and you’d be insulted too, in retrospect. “Do you even know who you’re talking to? I’ve had this tailor made for me, sweetheart. You should know better than that.”

Your lust-filled gaze is broken by a quick, painful palm to the cheek—a well deserved one at that. In her eyes, there’s not a hint of remorse for what she did, her action a befitting punishment for such a petty offense. Your hand brushes along the bruised, sore part of your face, and it feels like you’ve been punched right in the gut. You’re not angry in the slightest; only surprised.

“Was it too hard?” Yujin’s inflection shows regret, intertwining her hand with yours as consolation to relieve the throbbing pain. “I didn’t mean to hit you like that, I’m sorry—”

Here’s the thing: most of her actions are borderline unforgivable in your sight, but this—this, combined with the immediate burst of sincerity and penance, is worth a full pardon. So rather than being comforted, you comfort her with a fervid kiss on the lips.

“As long as I have you, I’ll be fine.” Your icy, alcohol infused breath tickles her neck, lips reacquainting with her smooth chin down to her collarbones, and it makes Yujin weak almost instantly. Little by little, you’re being transported to another place, and it’s more than paradise.

You can’t help but push her against the bedroom walls, digging into her neck and creating fresh marks on those familiar spots on her flesh. The idea of Yujin showing herself off to her friends, with your imprints on her skin in full display, stirs vivid, powerful thoughts. It’s not enough for her to tell you she’s yours; you want to make clear to everyone who she really belongs to now. It won’t be long before you’re not the only ones in the know.

Your teeth graze along the edges of her dress. It’s expensive material, but easy to tear through, making it all the more enticing. You give her a wide-eyed glance, seeking her approval. With half-lidded eyes and gritted teeth, desperately struggling to find any semblance of composure, she nods, wildly, before throwing her head back.

Slowly but surely, you painstakingly pull down her top, leave spurts of drool on her exposed skin. Her breasts gradually come undone as you teeter between the lines of delicate fabric and soft, mushy skin. It’s close, but not quite; the material stops short of baring her chest, but you’ll settle for now and finish the deed later. At least you’ve done enough to make a thousand dollar dress completely worthless.

Yujin’s whine becomes a deafening shrill as you hungrily dive into her tit, sucking and squeezing her mound and stiff nipple with the combined efforts of your tongue and hand. Everything about her body fits perfectly in your grasp, like she’s handmade specifically for you. Your other hand isn’t idle, either, sneaking between her thighs to sense and touch her worn cunt. A single flick and she’s aroused, drenched all over, like an unchecked faucet.

The taste of her flesh mixed with her sweat is like honey, and you can’t get enough of her, so you freely indulge in the heavenly course that is her body, drinking all of her up without restraint. Her fingers dig into your bare back as you send pleasure coursing in all directions throughout her trembling figure. Endless streams of erotic noise leave her lush lips; the sound of your name being screamed is so rewarding and gratifying, it might as well be your personal ringtone that repeatedly plays in your head.

“Mmmh, you taste so fucking good,” you say, breaking away for a moment before her hand forces you back in to consume more of her, which you have zero qualms with. Only now you remember you only had a quick snack hours prior, and your stomach growled a handful of times to complain, just for you to ignore it, but thanks to Yujin offering herself freely to you, you’re feasting, and it’s all yours to indulge in.

There’s a growing thumping sound, but it’s not your flesh smacked against hers, nor is it you pressing her against the wall; you’re still mindful enough to avoid hurting her. You’re caught up in the moment to discern what it might be, and why wouldn’t you—every second not focused on her would be a disservice and a complete waste. Her hand reaches to her side, a stone’s throw away from the bedroom door, and you impulsively intertwine yours with hers, completely unawares of what’s really happening or what she’s doing.

“There’s—” she whines, tone still stirring with ecstasy. She tries to snap you out of your hungry state, only to be met by some resistance. It’s only when she grabs your face, forcefully interrupting you, that you finally come to a screeching halt.

“There’s someone,” she continues, and you acknowledge her, nodding in understanding. “Someone’s close by.”

Echoed footsteps reach up as high as the mansion’s ceiling. There’s a half-concerned, half-puzzled look on the young girl’s face as she reaches the second floor. She’s not like the other guests, completely wasted or unconscious; she’s barely had more than one full drink compared to everyone else, and has grown curious as to the disappearance of the host and one of the other invitees.

“Yujin-unnie!” she shouts, looking for the event host as she scans the place with crossed arms. “Where are you?”

After a brief look around, she notices something. Every room’s doors are all open—except for one. In addition, there looks to be pieces of clothing conveniently lying on the floor from one of the rooms to the closed room. Any hints of subtlety have been completely thrown out the window.

The young woman approaches the room cautiously. Friend or not, she’s still crossing respected boundaries, invading personal spaces. “Yujin? Where are you?”

Little does her innocent guest know what’s really going on.

“Rei?” Yujin answers, her voice squeaky. One eye tries to look beyond the door, while the other fixes at you. Her back is pressed against the door firmly, even though it’s already locked and slammed shut, for good measure. “Is that you?”

“Yeah!” says Rei, with a demanding pout. “Where the hell have you gone? It’s been hours since you mysteriously disappeared! Just so you know, Youngji found your heels!”

“Mmmmhmmm, sounds good,” she replies, composure gradually fading away. The top of her dress is bunched up and folded up with the bottom half, her chest completely exposed in all its glory, and your tongue acting as the centerpiece. Elsewhere, your fingers have made their way back into her sopping cunt, flicking away at her most sensitive parts. “Tell her I’ll make payment tomorrow. She’s probably out like a light.”

“Ugh. Okay, but also, where’s that guy you were talking to? I saw you two talking on the terrace!”

“H-he left.” Yujin throws a playful wink at you, one you fail to catch as you’re fixated on sucking her tits. Her bosom is lathered with layers of sweat and saliva, feebly hiding the vast, reddened marks on parts of her skin. They would make for a nice pattern on her now ruined dress.

“Such a shame he left,” says Rei, leaning her back against the door with a sigh. “I think he’s a handsome looking guy! I really wanted to know him.”

“Yeah, I know him quite a bit.” She groans as she looks down at you in her favorite position: you on your knees, with a hand firmly gripped on her waist, kissing and fingering her at the same time, the perfect form of worship, more glorifying than millions of social media likes and positive comments from admirers and peers. “He’s quite—f-fucking nice.”

Even with Yujin’s strained, stilted tone, it doesn’t draw a sense of suspicion out of Rei. Anyone else would bust through that door at the first sign of danger. “Hey, will you ever come out of there again? I’m not saying you should come, but—”

“I-I-I’m coming in a bit.” Yujin takes rapid breaths, with her lusty gaze still locked onto you, hands gently pressed on your shoulder and hair. You take a glance upward and see the needy, wanton look on her face, flushed red and flustered. One approving glance and that’s the go signal that spurs you on. Your fingers flicker faster within her, hitting all the spots in her labia with the right amount of force and momentum to accelerate her eventual climax.

You’re doing two things at once, but you’re proficient at both, as if this is all familiar to you (this is only your second time). She strokes your hair and back, nowhere near as rough as you pleasuring her, and it’s the best compliment you can receive. You press her tighter against the panel, creating a mild makeshift thump sound, like you’re pounding her back at the start, and foregoing any form of subtlety. Luckily, her friend remains completely oblivious to your sinful act performed behind closed doors.

“Hmm, okay.” Rei’s voice softens for a moment, until it reverberates back up, while the steps on the stairs grow once more. “I’ll see you in a bit, then.”

“Yeah! Bye!” As quickly as her friend leaves, so does Yujin’s restraint. Her attitude switches are so instantaneous, it’s almost uncanny. “Please, please, I’m going to cum again, fuck—”

A relentless rush of emphatic strokes, and eventually, the water breaks.

“Shit!” Yujin’s cry echoes everywhere, and she’s the loudest thing in the area for miles. It’s quite obvious to anyone now, even to the most unobservant, but in reality, neither of you care, and nor do any of them. If anything, the powerful surge of slick that coats your fingers like a waterfall and showers onto the floor like a hose is more concerning. Still, it’s not really alarming enough to push the panic button.

“F-fuck, you—” She presses a hand against her chest, beating wildly. Her face is completely flushed, melted in all directions, sweat flowing everywhere, like she’s fresh off an intense workout—which you did give her. “Y-you made m-me—”

You take a small sample from your damp fingers, as if you haven’t been feasting on her all night, but she still tastes wonderful all the same. “Yeah. I made you squirt.”

Her head slides down the wooden panel from exhaustion, a prolonged, whiny sigh departing her lips. Almost all her energy zapped in an instant. “You really do know how—”

“Mmhmm.” You quickly sweep her off her feet, bunch up the rest of her flowy garb, then carry her back onto the bed.

A quick glimpse of Yujin on the mattress, resting on her side, and there’s two sides of a coin. Her body is numb, lifeless, and sensitive, even to the most delicate of touches, but her expressions present a look of serenity and relief. She appears wholesome, like a gentle baby—straight up adorable.

Then there’s the ribbon on the back of her dress, in the perfect—and inconvenient—place to hide her plump ass. It’s her birthday, but you’re the one receiving a gift in the form of a perfect, pink goddess.

“Put your cock in me again.” Yujin’s eye tilts up to you, then to the rest of her ruined ensemble. At first, she looked excited to flaunt it for you; now, it’s more of a bother. “Ugh, this stupid dress—”

Before she finishes her sentence, you’re already on the job, unzipping her garment and shedding her hindering dress, then slide them onto the bedroom floor to be forgotten. She weakly lays down, reaching and caressing your arms as you hover above her. In her eyes is an unquenchable desire—a carnal need—that hasn’t been extinguished.

You’re yanked down by her surprisingly strong arms, just to make sure you get the point. Her slender body would make for a wonderful pillow.

“Put your cock in me again,” she repeats herself, tone huskier and deeper.

Kiss her on the temple of her forehead, a gentle motion in the midst of high tension, then you slowly flip her on her backside, ass directly faced up at you. With a hand pressed on her back and the other on your erect cock, you position your tip between her sopping entrance. You’re barely entering her, yet you can feel how incredibly wet she is, and how she’s ready for you.

She's always ready for you.

Releasing the hand you have on your shaft to palm her supple ass, you slowly enter her tight, divine body, little by little with a series of grunts.

“Fuck, Yujin—”

She meets your groan with a resonant moan, nails folding helplessly deep into the bedsheets. Her voice undulates through the blankets, crying out with euphoria as you fill her to the depths of her cunt with your cock. She’s so incredibly tight; her pussy steals the air out of your lungs, makes you drown, even though you’re barely moving within her, and you’re more than okay with settling inside her, at least for the rest of the night.

“So big, so big. How are you still so big?” says Yujin, hands aimlessly reaching for the headrest. You plant a kiss on her nape, softly growling in her ear, as you slowly acclimate to her suffocating pussy. Your hands are everywhere; most of her back is unmarked territory, places you haven’t claimed as your own, so now you take the chance to conquer the rest.

Viewing her from the side, her eyes are completely shut, lips wide open, breaths rapid and tense, pleasure virtually engulfing every part of her. Still, you’re on the same wavelength, both flushed cheeks and bodies practically glued to each other.

“Are you only gonna look at me like that?” she mumbles, her words faint, but sharp and striking. “Come on. Take me, sweetheart. Take me—”

Her words suddenly vanish into thin air as you moan in her ear. The caring, innocent look you give her becomes animalistic. You slam your hips into her, pick up a more steady pace, walking a line between gentle and rough. Your lips, attached to her face, become sloppy, loose, and slippery, going out of bounds to her ear and neck. Every little part of her tastes so sweet, so lush, and so candied, filling you with a powerful rush.

Her pussy folds into the shape of your cock, body rises and falls in waves as you pound her into your rhythm. In her most vulnerable position, she bends to your control so easily. The bed mildly quakes and trembles in response to your tempo, and you’ve never felt so dizzy because of sensory overload; you’re both sore and relieved, and you really want to bury yourself in her for the night.

“Don’t go easy on me. I know you can fuck me harder than this, sweetheart.” There’s Yujin’s reminder; it’s a wake-up call that you can never truly subdue her. Surprisingly, you’re not even remotely fazed. “We can go slow another time, but please, I want you to fuck me, fuck me—”

Her words are a trigger, instantly activating your primal instincts, and a burst of energy overtakes you, to the point of causing whiplash. The mattress begins to sway violently; it can easily be mistaken for an earthquake. A burst of sharp moans overpowers the bed’s squeaking, and her body ripples with each emphatic, deep stroke, impaling your shaft into her pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Yujin openly fires strings of profanities between orchestral moans, guided by your hand suddenly lifting her prone figure, then snaking onto her breast while you pour more kisses onto her cheek, chin, and neck. Her features rapidly mold into almost every expression imaginable, jaw practically stretched onto the blankets, and she’s basically a puppet for your carnal desires. “You’re filling me so well! Yes!”

You push her back onto the bed, hands grappling onto her shoulders as you fuck her from behind without care, without rhythm, without mercy. From atop her, you get a clear view of your hips thrusting wildly onto her, like it’s their only purpose, and her ass rippling back in kind. The sight spurs you on further, and you completely lose yourself to your animalistic urges.

You grunt and growl into Yujin’s ear. “Take my cock, Yujin. Take my fucking cock.”

At the end of the day, she’s all bark and no bite. No rebuff, no snarky comment, nothing. Yujin merely whines onto the bedsheets and out to the wind, having submitted herself to you once more. You don’t know which you prefer more: Yujin testing your limits or Yujin being completely submissive to you. Either way, you savor the sight of the unyielding woman beneath you yielding at your command.

“So close,” you grunt, strangely casual in your delivery, right as you feel your forthcoming collapse. The bed’s quaking is just as turbulent, on the brink of falling apart—perhaps at the same time as you, if not sooner. You intertwine your hands with hers, bracing for the end, and you want to be as close as you can with her as it goes down. “Gonna fucking cum, angel.”

Initially whining through your words, she manages to blurt out, “In me—please fill me—please fill your angel with all your cum—fuck!”

Yujin’s fingers loosens onto the bed sheets, mouth completely wide in an ‘O’ shape before she whines your name into the blankets as she gives in to yet another orgasm. The huge wave of slick liberally coats your hardworking shaft, sets off another trigger, and you fuck her senseless, to the point where your mixed juices spill onto her ass and inner thighs. Her frame sends shocks through your body and makes you shudder, vibrating in her ecstasy.

Even so, you still deliver more deep, powerful strokes, having gone too far to stop. Her climax shortens the time you have left, and you recognize you’ll join her over the edge as well. Still, you pound into her, trying to free your thoughts from her, relishing the sloppy, wet sensation in your groin, until it becomes too much to bear.

With one emphatic thrust, shaft fully buried in her cunt, and nails deep into her skin, you utter a prolonged grunt as your hips tremble, finally letting yourself go.

“Oh God, oh God—” you mumble repeatedly as you shoot load after load into Yujin’s creamy pussy, and your body collapses onto her, pulling her into a tight embrace. The fleeting moment’s incredibly intense, and for a moment, you thought you’d never stop cumming into her until you exhaust every last drop you have left.

Eventually, your climaxes begin to die down, and the loving hold you have on Yujin loosens. With the last of your strength, you roll over to her side, break a thick, lengthy string of seed connecting you two, drape an arm around her, and allow yourself and the world around you to breathe.

Then your vision goes completely dark.

—————

“It’s far too early for this,” you say, caressing the young woman’s long, chestnut hair as you comfortably ease back onto the pool chair. You had a great night’s sleep, the most wonderful rest you’ve had in weeks—until you were unceremoniously woken up a few hours before you wanted to.

“It’s never too early for this,” says Yujin, on her knees between your legs, your stiff cock in hand, tightly squeezed by her grip. You utter a tired, exhausted moan as your blurred vision catches her taking your shaft into her mouth. She’s as frisky as ever; even though she limps whenever she walks. “I want to give you a parting gift before you go, sweetheart.”

It’s supposed to be Yujin’s birthday, yet you’re the one spoiled with gifts. Her backyard is an utter ravaged mess, but without any suspicious culprits. Most of her guests didn’t escape into the night, but rather fell asleep in her mansion. This is the quietest her place has been within the past 24 hours. The sun shines bright up in the sky, and soon the rest of them will be up, too.

“God, Yujin—” You yank her hair tightly out of the pleasurable sensation her mouth fills your cock. “You’re so needy.”

“And you’re so annoying,” retorts Yujin, allowing your saliva filled shaft out her mouth with a pop. She looks irate with your comment, yet still casually strokes your dick in her hand, like its her favorite toy. “You’ve had sex with me three times, and you still have the audacity to complain. Do you know how much people want to fuck the shit out of me?”

“I know,” you groan as cum spurts out onto her fingers as she continues to pump you through your orgasm. The load is still thick; you haven’t poured everything out for her. You stroke her hair, rub her like a master to her devout pet. “I’ll never get tired of it.”

“You better not,” she says with a friendly, wholesome grin, and she straddles herself onto your lap, having foregone the idea of underwear, despite knowing there’s a dozen guests ready to catch you at any time. Her lips shower you with kisses all over, while you tenderly caress her in your grasp, and in that moment, you meant every word you said—and she feels it, too.

—————

“So, how was the party?” you ask your friend as you walk down the stairway to heaven together, both of you ready to go back to earth.

“Well, it was really fun!” says Gaeul, grinning from ear-to-ear. She’s in high spirits, as usual, but she’s livelier than normal today. “Aside from the part where Mimi got hit by a dodgeball in the ass, then she fought Youngji and it spilled onto the pool. It was really crazy. You should have seen it!”

“Yeah,” you mumble, thinking about your night before—just as crazy as everyone else’s, but you certainly don’t want anyone to see that.

“What did Yujin say to you? What happened to you two? She disappeared and never came back.”

You turn silent. Innocent these questions are, it sounds more like an interrogation, and you’re not going to give it up so easily—not even to your friend.

“Something wrong?” Her lips curl into a concerned frown, and her eyebrows furrow. “What happened?”

“Hey! Wait!” Another voice interjects, and both of you recognize it immediately. You and Gaeul look behind you to find Yujin rushing down the steps, still a relatively fair distance away from reaching you two.

“Gel, you can go. I want to speak to him before you two leave.”

You turn to Gaeul, trying your best to conceal the little smile forming on your lips. “You go on ahead. I’ll rejoin you in a bit.”

She remains worried. “You sure?”

Masking your growing grin, you give her a reassuring nod. Ultimately, she complies, reciprocates your gesture back, and walks down first, leaving you alone on the steps—but not for long.

As soon as she reaches the parking lot, key in hand, Gaeul unlocks the car borrowed to her from the night before. After she opens the driver’s door, she looks up at the stairway where she left you, carrying a huge worry about her friend. She catches a glimpse of you, speaking to Yujin with bright smiles on both of your faces.

Then your interaction with your most hated ‘enemy’ becomes a hug and a kiss.

And in that moment, all of her concerns disappear, and she watches on with a proud look on her face.

—————

(A/N: This was supposed to be part of A lonely night, but eventually was cut because 11k is too much for a single one-shot, at least for me. That fic is my absolute favorite as a writer; it feels like I tried everything to make it look as good as possible, and it seems everyone agrees, as it's my most popular fic that I've posted, so thank you. Hopefully, the next one won't take as long to work on as this one, college life is killing me slowly. Thank you for reading!)

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Between the Black and Gray 28

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Fen realized that they hadn't traversed the gate, yet. She was awareness, floating without a body, in a land of soft, pink light. She felt this... presence around her. Watching her.

"H-Hello?"

Fenchurch. You're here.

"I prefer Fen."

There was a feeling like a chuckle. Fen then. You've finally arrived.

"I have?"

Well yes, and no. You've traversed a Gate for the first time. You're in our realm. We have to admit we're surprised it has taken this long. We suppose that just is how it is though, when you don't have anywhere to go.

"And you are?"

We're a distributed interdimensional intelligence. We developed the Gates. We helped set up the human empire. We helped set up empires before that, too. We take form in your dimension as nano scale micromachines. Nanites.

Fen couldn't gasp, but she felt that if she had a body she would have. "The Nanites? I've heard of you! I didn't think you were real though."

Fen could feel them tisk. It hasn't been even two thirds of a millennium since we made our presence known. How quickly things are forgotten when no attempt it made to remember them.

"Wait" Fen finally processed what they said earlier. "You helped set up the Empire?"

Yes. We gave Melody abilities that hadn't been seen in humans before and she was able to use them to found the Empire. We even helped her successor Helen as well as the usurper Eastern. We had finally reached accord with Eastern and agreed not to 'meddle' anymore so long as humanity continued to build and produce Gates.

"Humans built the Gates?"

Lots of sapient species built Gates. It's not like there's a monopoly on construction, Fen. Gates are how we can exit our space and grow and learn. We traverse your dimension, learn about you and about the space itself and we are nourished.

"You eat information?" Fen's confusion was palpable even in this space of no bodies.

Fen. It's a metaphor. Try and keep up.

"Sorry."

It's all right. We're asking a lot of you, we know. We're going to... stick with you though. Seems like you'll need some help soon.

"I'll wha-"

There was a feeling like the tearing of a soft cloth, and Fen came back, sitting in the command chair. She looked around the command deck and only saw herself and Zhe. "Uh, Northern? How are we doing?"

"We're fine Fen. We just exited the Gate that Zhe gave me the address for and I'm trying to get my bearings. Ugh, it's been a while, I'm rusty." Silence. "Hold up, I'm getting a ping. Putting it through audio."

The voice was brash, harsh and overdriven. The signal was far away and being artifically boosted. It spoke heavily accented K'inmar. "Greetings interlopers! Supply the required password or we won't detonate the missiles that are headed your way."

What? Fen looked down at her pad and tried to bring up a local scan.

"They're right Fen, I count 4 missiles on a high energy boost towards us. Intercept in four minutes or so. I've got some juke charges ready, but if we can call them off before we have to show our teeth, all the better."

Fen looked over at Zhe, her eyes wide and imploring.

"Fen! I didn't know they asked for a password now! Uh, uh, um, try the first verse of Dragnar the Harvester."

Dragnar the Harvester was an old K'laxi song. Fen had only heard it around the bars back home, and only after the old K'laxi had been drinking quite a while. It was quite bawdy.

Fen stared at Zhe who rippled a blush, shrugged and keyed the mic. She took a large breath and

"DRAGNAR, DRAGNAR, DRAGNAR THE HARVESTER/ /OFF TO FUCK ALL THE LADIES/ DRAGNAR, DRAGNAR, DRAGNAR THE HARVESTER /HE'LL FUCK THE MEN TOO, HE'S NOT PICKY AT ALL/"

Silence on the line for three beats. All Fen could hear was the hum of background cosmic radiation. Suddenly peals of laughter from the other side. "Okay you know what? That's not this week's password, but you sang that with such spirit and your accent is impeccable that we'll let you dock and at least see what you're about."

"Well, I don't know what about that awful song did it, but the missiles have self destructed. Nicely done Fen." Northern's voice was a combination of pride and disbelief.

Zhe was staring at Fen. "Why do you know Dragnar the Harvester?"

Fen smiled at Zhe's embarrassment. "I already told you I was raised by K'laxi, you think I didn't go drinking with them too? Grandpop used to sing that song every time he had too much to drink."

"It's got forty verses!"

Fen nodded. "And I can sing thirty eight of them."

"Forty?" Northern said. "You'll have to do it for us someday."

"We'll see. I don't think you can afford it."

The ride into the station was otherwise uneventful. After they received approval to dock, the station sent along IFF keys, and Northern was able to see that the system was far more populated than she had first seen. Nearly everyone was operating stealthily with minimal drive emissions and most of them worked to face their drive exhaust away from the gate.

Fen took the time to make some coffee - she wasn't sure why, but she had a craving for coffee. Luckily the ship had some in its stores. Good stuff too by the looks of it. After the brown liquid had finished brewing, she sat at a table in the kitchenette and sipped it, black with no sugar. It was strangely relaxing. Fen had been a tea drinker her whole life previously. It's not like she never had coffee before, she just never had a craving for it.

Zhe came in while Fen was drinking her coffee and bustled around the kitchenette. "Fen, do we have any tea? I saw you drinking, and thought it was a good idea."

"We should have some Chamomile in the drawer."

Zhe made a cup of tea and sat next to Fen. She didn't sit across, instead sitting on the same side of the booth. "I'm sorry Fen."

Fen blinked. "For what, Zhe?"

Zhe's ears drooped. "My familial line runs this station."

"So? It was handy you knew the address, it got us out of a tight spot."

"Yeah" Zhe sighed "But now you'll see that my familial line is a bunch of pirates and smugglers!" She looked up at Fen, her large eyes damp.

"Oh, that's what you're worried about?" Fen started to smile and then stops herself. Zhe is very upset, she doesn't want to minimize her feelings. "Zhe, don't worry. I grew up on a Gren station that was run by the mob. If you think I'll be worried by some minor criminality, think again."

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad, Zhe?"

"I don't know... maybe more disappointed."

"Nope, not that either. I'm proud."

Zhe's ears flick and rotate forward. "Proud?"

Fen nodds. "Sure am. You saw that we were in trouble, and you calmly offered Northern a solution that she could use to get us out. It was good thinking."

"It really was, Zhe. You saved us, and that's not an exaggeration." Northern's voice was calm and smooth over the speakers.

While they were talking, Fen noticed that Zhe was scooting closer and closer.

Come on, you don't need us to tell you what she wants.

The voice from the Gate surprised Fen so badly she nearly jumped. Zhe noticed the flinch. "What's wrong, Fen?"

"N-Nothing, just got a chill." Fen sat up and put her arm out. Zhe jumped at the opportunity and snuggled up under Fen's arm. As soon as she did, Fen felt relax and sigh deeply. "It seems like something more is wrong, Zhe."

"It's just," Zhe's voice was muffled under Fen's arm. "I wanted you to like me. You're so cool and pretty and collected and you... you" Fen felt Zhe shudder as she breathed in. "You're so out of my league and here you are letting me cuddle you and all I can do is sit here."

Fen looked up at the ceiling, saying nothing. As she did, an image of Northern appeared on a monitor out of Zhe's eye sight which just shrugged her shoulders and dissapeared.

"Zhe. You're sweet, and I mean that." Fen stroked the fur between her ears. "But, I lost my wife not too long ago. She was... she was amazing. She was everything to me, and she was just... shot. Right in front of me." Fen continued on, stroking between the ears and talking. "Just like that, in a few seconds, she was removed from my life. I didn't even get to sing her funerary song, Zhe. I had to leave her where she fell and run away." Fen blinked and tears splashed onto Zhe's head. She looked up. "What I mean to say is that, you're sweet Zhe, and I'm flattered that you think I'm so cool. But, I don't want another relationship. I want Ma-ren back."

Zhe broke off the hug and sat up, her own eyes wet. She nodded and took a sip of her tea.

"What I could use Zhe is a friend. I find those are in short supply these days. What do you think?"

Zhe smiled and her ears flicked. "I think I could use one of those too, Fen."

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Down the well and into hell? (2/?)

Paring; Platonic!Alastor x fem reader

Warnings; Alastor being Alastor, Angel being Angel, swearing

Description; exploring the grounds of the new cabin you have recently inherited, you find an old well. A well that seems to go on forever. After falling down it you find yourself, a human in hell. after being taken in by Charlie and Vaggie they warn you to stay away from Alastor. But what happens when the human decides that the overlord just may be the key to safety and possibly home?

"Woah woah there, no. Look Alastor, if you want to stay as the manager of this hotel you can't go around trying to make deals with our guests"

Vaggie says, her voice firm as she stands up placing herself between you and the stag like demon.

Alastor's smile remains as he presses his lips together forming a thin line resembling a grinch smile as his ears press to the back of his head. He hums, sounding atune to an off key bee before he snaps his fingers. A grand looking vintage chair poofs its way into existence with swirls of green smoke.

"Very well Vaggie, if you so insist"

He responds as he takes a seat, one leg over the other, his staff held close in one of his hands as Angel dust speaks up.

"Ok sugar tits, you got a looooot of explaining to do. How in the hell did you a human, end up in well, Hell?"

You can feel the room's eyes shift to look at you as Charlie motions for you to tell your story. Taking a deep breath you tell them about the cabin you had gotten from to ur grandfather, the old water well you were so foolishly leaning over, all the way up to the moment where Charlie and Vaggie found you.

As you finish up your story a small yet very fast blur of neon pink and yellow flies by who Charlie clears up is the maid Nifty. You again, nod your head really unsure how you're even wrapping your head around the fact that not only hell is real but also your own old well just so happens to be a one way ticket straight down.

Taking note of your weary eyes, Charlie helps you up off the couch,

"Oookaaay well you seem tired. Let's get you up to bed so you can get some rest. I think I should have a change of pajamas that should fit you. Here come this way"

Hand in hand the two of you head up some stairs that creak under your weight. Charlie opens up one of the many doors on the third floor, motioning for you to go ahead and go inside.

You manage a smile and walks inside, taking in the ripping wallpaper, the neatly made bed, the two windows that look out onto pentagram city.

Spinning on your heels you face Charlie,

"Thank you Charlie. This is the nicest anyone has been to me all day. And thanks again for dealing with that, uh, dog looking guy?"

The two of you exchange a smile,

"Oh don't worry about it! It's okay! Really, don't worry about it! Oh! It looks like Vaggie has already warned you about Alastor, good, so that's one last thing off my list. I'll be back in a bit with some pajamas! Make yourself at home!"

Charlie starts to close the door before she pokes her head back in,

"And don't worry! We will get you back to Earth. If Alastor can't figure something out I'll get my dad involved"

With that, the door closes and you are left alone with your thoughts. Deciding to look around the room a bit, you are very please to discover that it has its own bathroom with a shower. Peaking through the shower curtain you find that the appropriate toiletries are already stocked.

Pealing your dirty shirt off you start the shower water and close the bathroom door. You look at your exposed half in the mirror and frown, finding all kinds of bruises and now dried cuts that litter your arms and chest. Shaking your head you free yourself from the rest of your clothing before hopping in the shower.

Sighing as the warm water hits your back, you think about the fact that the well exists on the land your grandfather passed down to you. Wth a hum you think about how strange it is as massage shampoo into your scalp.

Why did your grandfather have such a well in the first place? You remember him always being on the strange side, always spending his time in the cabin, his nose stuck in a book seemingly obsessed with a the thirst of knowledge.

It clicks as you wince your hair and begins to rake your fingers through it. You're in hell, the literal afterlife. Judging by the sheer amount of people that you have seen on your walk from where you fell up to the hotel there's a very good chance that your grandfather could be here. You won't lie to yourself, you do feel a bit giddy about being able to talk to your grandfather again, but remind yourself that he most likely has the key to you returning home. But just how would you find him? A human in hell just from the sound alone is a recipe for disaster.

With a sigh you shut the water off and reach for a towel, deciding that it would become tomorrow's problem and not tonight's problem. Your body screams for you to just lay down as you exit the shower and wrap the towel around yourself.

Walking out of the bathroom you are pleasantly surprised to see that Charlie has dropped off a silk nightgown for you. You finish drying off your person and your hair before slipping it on. You do a little twirl infront of the mirror to take a look at it.

It's really nothing special but you think it's quite cute. The sleeves of it are thin, maybe a few centimeters thick (spegetti straps), the nightgown itself made from a white silk. A small bow sits in the center of the neckline. The bottom of the nightgown has a lace trim, making you smile at the simplicity of it all.

Hanging up the towel and shutting off the lights you crawl into bed, allowing sleep to take you much quicker than you thought.

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You wake up some time in the morning, your body still with the dull ache as you climb out of bed. You pull a blanket around your shoulders as you trudge down the stairs, making a mental note of what stairs seem to creak more than others.

The smell of cinnamon wafts through the air as well as a wondrous sound of sizzling. Following your nose you find Alastor in the kitchen, coffee brewing in the older looking coffee machine.

The stag's suit jacket lays draped over a chair with his leather gloves piled neatly on top. His Staff leans against the chair, playing a soothing jazz mix from the 1930s. Alastor's sleeves of his dress shirt has been rolled up to his elbows. A plain apron lay over his dress shirt and pants as to not dirty them while he cooks. Your eyes quickly dart to his form, taking note of a stag looking tail before your gaze returns to the breakfast he's cooking.

Stepping closer you can tell he hears you based off how his left ear flicks, picking up on your footsteps.

"Why good morning (Y/n), care for some breakfast? I was just finishing it up before I head out to an overlord meeting"

He greets, not even turning around to look at you as he flips some of the French toast he's been cooking for who knows how long as his shadow goes to fetch two mugs, pouring coffee for you and himself.

"Wait overlord meeting?"

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Thank you so much for reading! I should be posting pt 3 tomorrow? I'll be doing a char study for a request so hopefully I get to posting a few more things today!

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Rays of Sunshine

Husband!Spencer rights and Dad!Spencer rights

Summary: Just a relaxing morning in the Reid house with the couple’s baby

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluff)

Content Warning: nothing

Word Count: 1.1k

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Waking up to something other than baby cries was becoming less and less common in the Reid household, and Y/n didn’t hate it. It was nice to not be woken up at 2 am to a screaming infant, like what was happening 5 months ago, but she missed when Maisyn was a newborn. Now they’d had a baby for as long as Y/n had been pregnant, and she still couldn’t wrap her head around that.

That morning, Y/n woke up when Spencer did. It always happened like that when he got home the night before. His arms wrapped tighter around her just before he fully woke up, like he needed to make sure she was as close to him as possible.

She pulled away from him a little bit, so she could actually breathe, which woke Spencer fully up. “Morning.” He mumbled, voice thick from sleep.

Laying on her stomach, Y/n rested her cheek on her hands like she was using her hands as a pillow so she could look at her beautiful husband. “Hi, handsome.” She whispered, reaching out to run her fingers through his brown curls. They were much messier than last night, even though Spencer hardly moved in his sleep.

He smiled at her, taking a long moment to take in her beautiful features and wonder how he possibly got so lucky. Things had been difficult for a long time before he met Y/n. Sometimes life and his job were still hard, and terrible things happened, but everything felt brighter with his girls.

Y/n was doing the same thing to him, her eyes mapping out his face like it was the first time she’d ever seen him. She could never work out which feature was her favorite. His cheekbones and jawline were sculpted like he was a Greek God. They framed the perfect nose their daughter inherited and pink lips that Y/n loved to kiss. Then there were his eyes that were so perfect she looked for the color in everything she saw. The honey-colored pupils always looked at her with so much love that her heart felt full.

“I love you.” He declared with as much weight as he’d said it the first time. He felt even more in love with her than he did back then.

“I love you, too.” She replied, cupping his cheek that wasn’t on the pillow and stroking her thumb over the soft skin.

They were about to fall back into a silent staring session when there was gurgling on the baby monitor, and Y/n turned away from him to pick it up. There wasn’t any crying, in fact, the live feed showed Maisyn holding the side of her crib and shaking the white wooden bars.

She moved to sit up so she could get out of bed but Spencer stopped her with a large hand on her bare thigh. “I can get her.” He offered, pealing the white sheets off him.

Y/n shook her head. “I’ll bring her back.” She assured him, knowing that he liked to spend as much time with his daughter as he could while he was at home.

The carpet was plush under her feet as she walked out of the bedroom, leaving Spencer in bed. The wooden floor leading down the hallway didn’t seem as cold as it did in winter. Y/n pushed open the bedroom door faster than when she put Maisyn to bed. The room flooded with light from the hallway once the door was opened, having previously been pitch black thanks to the blackout blinds.

Spencer had enlisted Penelope’s help to decorate her goddaughter’s nursery and it was the most perfect space. There were little butterfly decals on the walls, a big armchair in the corner, and a planet mobile Spencer had insisted on over the crib.

Contained by the bars, Maisyn curiously examined her mom as she walked over, grinning widely when she recognized the woman. It was the same thing most morning, and it never failed to make Y/n smile.

“Hi, sweet baby.” Y/n cooed, matching Maisyn’s smile as she stepped closer. The little girl giggled when she got closer with her open-mouth smile not faltering. “Did you wanna come to see Daddy?” She asked in a curious tone before waiting for a beat, like her daughter would answer, before continuing. “Come on then, sweet thing.” She leaned down to pick her up, straightening out her strawberry print one-piece and kissing her cheek. While holding her, she turned off the white noise machine before walking out of the room.

Maisyn reached out to clutch at her hair as she rested against Y/n’s waist. It was like she could sense what was happening because her babbling only got louder the closer to the master bedroom they got.

Y/n bounced her up and down while she walked to the bed. “Are you ready?” She asked the little girl who only looked at her with a confused frown. Spencer chuckled slightly, still laying on his stomach but glancing down to the foot of the bed where Y/n had just placed Maisyn. “Okay, go!” She cheered.

Maisyn must have understood what to do because she quickly crawled up the covers, her tiny little fits, and knees pioneering through the messy bedding until she reached Spencer’s bare back.

The soft sunlight streamed through the window since he must have opened the curtains in the time she’d been gone. The summer sun had made him slightly more tan, and the golden sun bouncing around the walls lit up his skin and made both Spencer and Maisyn’s hair look lighter. Her little fists tapped against his skin as she climbed on top of him while giggling.

“Is that my little ray of sunshine?” Spencer asked, and she moved further upward until her curls were tickling his.

Maisyn had been without a middle name for Y/n’s entire pregnancy, but she was born just as the sun rose and they decided Rae was perfect. Ever since then, she was their ray of sunshine.

He reached out to grab her, wrapping one arm around her small and turning around. She gave him the same open-mouthed grin, two teeth pointing out while he kissed all over her face.

“Dadda.” She recognized him, her open palms slapping against his face while he held her out in front of him.

He sat up against the headboard and held Maisyn out in front of him before launching forward and blowing raspberries onto her chest which made her giggle even louder and happily kick her legs.

It was so precious that Y/n just watched them for a few moments, relishing in every perfect minute they got to spend together.

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Oral fixation but its foreskin and light tip play with eddie. just like when he needs something to focus on and eats you out during a movie, it helps you relax. Starting with your head resting on the inside of his thigh, just lazily suckling the skin and swirling your spit gathered tongue around the inside. pulling it between your lips and gently letting it go with a little pop, playing around with no particular rhythm. hands in a diamond at the base so he stays where you want him as he gets harder. idly worshipping him, ignoring him as he comes undone and his cum weakly dribbles out

uncut eddie is my favorite eddie how did you know.

hhhh just. licking the furled skin that's hiding his precious tip from you, coaxing the skin back with your tongue lazily until inch by inch the skin peals back down his cock and his blushing pink head is bare to you. already wet and sticky with little pearls of pre-cum.

n you wrap your lips so softly around the ruddy tip of him, just laving your tongue back and forth over his weeping slit. pressing it in slightly just to feel the pulse of it under your tongue.

the sounds hes making, the soft little puffs of breath and the way his thighs twitch every so often remind you you're making him feel good and it just hightens the experience for you. if you'd look up at him you'd see him with his lips parted in ecstasy, his pale skin flushed and his eyes dazed as they look down at you. his hair is up so it doesn't fall around his shoulders because he wants his whole focus on you getting your pleasure from his cock like this.

you let his tip stay in your mouth. let your drool and spit make a pool around him in your mouth just to feel the way his cock twitches and jerks against your tongue at the sensation.

when you pull back and a river of your spit slowly seeps out and down his cock he moans louder this time, but you're too busy watching in fascination at how your spit puddles around his base and slips down to slide across his balls, which hang heavy between his legs, full and fat and throbbing.

you start kitten kissing and licking his head then, like spit coated cock is your favorite flavor of ice cream and that makes his head drop back, and his eyes roll, and hes saying "shittttttttt. of fuck-" as his balls draw up and right on the tip of your tongue his cum pulses out weakly from his slit, dribbling down your chin and over your lips.

when he looks back at you you're rolling his cum around on your tongue, like you're spreading the taste of him around and his chest heaves.

you make it worse, by letting your tongue loll out of your mouth so that the rest of his release drips out on his softening pudgy cock and fuck if his toes dont goddamn curl a little.

the fact that hes soft now doesn't much matter to you, taking him back in your mouth and lashes fluttering as you suck gently around him anyway, cheek pressing into his thigh like a cat seeking affection before it dozes off.

he gives it to you, of course he does, carding a hand through your hair and rubbing gently. the weight of him on your tongue with the feeling of him petting you has you in the clouds. you hum around him, content.

eventually, you think you might have nodded off, your mouth starts to ache and you come back to earth with the sensation of eddie thickening again in your mouth, feel your lips split like they do when they're around the very girth of him.

you moan now, the fact that hes lazily getting turned on again making you happy, and you relax your throat to let him take up as much space as he needs inside.

eddie cups your cheek now, with a ringed hand, thumbing at your absolutely ruined mouth, "can-" his voice is hoarse so he has to start again. "can i use your mouth a little, baby? just. a little."

you blink up at him, nodding and he bites his bottom lip, inhaling hard as his hand moves to cup the back of your head, cradling you and holding you still all at once.

his pelvis flexes and more of him fills your throat, before hes pulling out just a little and he coos at you when you start to whine at that. "no, no, im not taking it out. wouldn't do that to you. juuuust a little wiggle room, for daddy to fuck your throat. nice and slow, yeah, baby, see? feels so fucking good."

he pulls out about halfway, before slowly pushing back in, and you relax again, happy that hes not taking himself out of your throat, happy that hes using you now too. the drag and pull of him on your tongue is divine.

"how'd i-" its a testament to how turned on he really is, that words are hard to come by for him. "-get so fucking lucky with you. jesus christ. you're so pretty, oh hell,"

#ask #eddie spaghetti #tw: somnophilia #kinda #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 1 year

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Closer

Pairing: Mommy! Park Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

CW: Use of pet names (Mommy, baby girl), oral (F receiving), praise, creampie.

Word Count: 4979

Summary: Seonghwa is addicted to you in everyway, he wants you close to him at all times, you’re like a drug to him.

Prompt List MasterList Buy me a Coffee

It’s 7am and the aggravating sound of your alarm is what wakes you up. You groan as you lean over to turn it of, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes and take a moment to gather the will to get up. You look over to your boyfriend sleeping peacefully next to you and you can’t help but feel a little envious over how he’s got a day off, a day to spend wrapped up in bed while you have a day sitting through uni lectures. Pulling back the covers you roll over to get up but you’re stopped by Seonghwa’s arms wrapped around your waist, his grip tightening keeping you pulled close to his chest.

“Baby, I need to get up I have uni today.” You whisper, stroking his hands lightly as you spoke.

“No, you’re staying with me, you don’t need to get up.” He pulls the covers back over you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck making you giggle at his cute, clingy antics.

“I’d love to stay in bed with you all day and you know that, but I have my exams coming up.”

“But I want you to stay with me, I want you close to me all day, do you really have to go?” If it wasn’t exam season you would have given in to his adorable whiny voice but duty calls.

“I know baby, but hey how’s this, as soon as my lectures are done I’ll come straight home and we can do whatever you want.” He doesn’t answer for a minute, tossing around thoughts in his head.

“Okay, on one condition.” He says sitting up slightly to face you properly.

“I get to pick your outfit for the day.” You can’t help but smile at him, you knew how much he loved to dress you up, it was like you were his own personal doll and you absolutely loved it so you had no objections. Nodding to him with a smile he lets you go and you get up to shower quickly.

While you’re in the shower, Seonghwa busies himself with sifting through your closet in search of the perfect outfit. Picking an outfit for you was one of his favourite things, not only did he get to dress you like he wanted but he adored the trust you had in him to pick something out. He’d already picked out a cute fair of white shoes and some knee high socks, but now he needed the rest of the outfit, more specifically a dress.

“No...No...No...Ahh, this.” He beams pulling out a cute baby pink dress, the lace along the trim went perfectly with what he had envisioned in his head.

You emerged from the bathroom wrapped in just a towel walking into the bedroom to see a rather proud looking Seonghwa. Looking to the bed you see the days clothes laid out neatly ready for you to put on and you beam at it, as always you knew you could trust him to dress you up very cute. You waste no time, throwing on the outfit and giving Seonghwa a quick twirl to show it off watching as his smile reaches from ear to ear as he takes in the sight of you. Scurrying over to your vanity, you pick up a perfume and give yourself a few sprays.

“Do you really have to go?” Seonghwa asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and taking a deep inhale of your perfume.

“You know I have to." His head flops onto your shoulder and his arms tighten around you like it was going to stop you going away.

"But you look so pretty and cute, only I should be able to see you when you look this good."

"You're the one who picked the outfit, if you didn't want anyone to see me like this then why pick it?" You joke, turning your head a little to kiss the top of his.

"I thought I'd be able to convince you to stay, then I could spend the day with my doll." You give him a quick smile through the mirror before carefully pealing yourself free from his grip and turning to face him.

"Like I said as soon as classes are over I'll be home and I'll be all yours." He's given up trying to change your mind, so he gives a small nod before leaning down to peck your lips.

"I have to go or I'm going to be late, I'll see you later." And with a final kiss you grabbed your bag and headed for the door.

The house is silent without you and Seonghwa doesn't know what to do with himself. He thought going back to sleep would be able to help pass the time, but as soon as his head hit your pillow his nose was filled with your scent. He let's out a low groan as he wraps his arms around the pillow, burying his face into it, deeply inhaling as the scent of you creates images of you in his head, you in that cute baby pink dress with your knee highs...he was going insane at the thought. The scent of you on your pillow wasn't enough for him, he needed to be able to see you, feel you, taste you, if he could handcuff himself to you just so you'd always be together he would. He realised in that moment he was well and truely addicted to you, all of you, and he wasn't complaining.

It didn't take long for your scent to fade away from the pillow and be replaced with his own. It was like the longer you weren't next to him the more you seemed to fade away and yet you'd only been gone all of half an hour. Laying in bed was no longer an option for him, with your scent gone he needed something else, either make him feel like you were close by or to distract him from missing you. Slowly sitting himself up he scanned your shared bedroom in search of something of yours to keep with him. The first option that came to mind was to do what you do to him and steal an item of clothing for him to wear but he quickly discarded that idea...your clothes are too small for him. He settles on your perfume, getting up from the bed and walking over to your vanity he picks up the perfume you used before you left and gave himself a light spray, not so much like you used on yourself, he wanted just enough to feel like you were around him, subtle but still present.

Seonghwa spent the day doing small chores around the house, the place didn’t need tidying in the slightest but he carried on anyway, he needed something to distract him from the fact you weren’t around, but it didn’t help. He found his mind always came back around to you, that little pink dress, the way you hips swayed as you walked away. What started off as just wanting you close to him turned into something else, before he knew it he couldn’t get the image of you bent over while he fucks you out of his head and that was the last straw for him...he needed you home.

[11:32 am] Seonghwa: Baby, when are you coming home?

[11:35 am] Y/n: I just have one more lecture then I’m finished, I should be out by 1.

[11:36 am] Seonghwa: Do you really need to attend?

[11:39 am] Y/n: I told you earlier I have exams coming up I need to cram in everything I can before then, I’m sorry.

Looking at the time Seonghwa sighed but nodded to himself, he could do this it wasn’t too much longer then he’ll have you all to himself and he’ll be able to show you just how much he really missed you.

It was 4:30 and you still hadn’t come home, Seonghwa at this point was a worried mess. When 1pm had long gone he didn’t worry too much, he thought your lecture could have run over and that’s what was making you late but now you were almost 4 hours late and he was pacing the living room, phone in hand with your messages open, the screen displaying the various messages he’d sent you that had no reply. The thought of calling the police had crossed his mind but he didn’t want to act too drastically yet although he did make a promise to himself that if you didn’t show up by 7pm then he was definitely going to call the police.

Just as he was about to text you again you walked through the door, the sound of you kicking your shoes off catching his attention. You were fine, you weren’t hurt, you didn’t look distressed, you were completely fine.

“Baby!” He yelps running over to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug that almost knocked you off your feet. “Where have you been I’ve been worried sick, I kept texting but nothing.”

“I’m sorry, a girl I knew from school asked if I wanted to go for a quick coffee to catch up, what was meant to be only half an hour turned in 4, I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you text?” Seonghwa tried to have a stern tone to his voice but the mixture of worry and relief took over.

“My phone died just before class ended I would have let you know otherwise.” Seonghwa slightly loosened his hold on you, pulling back a bit, looking at you with a small frown, but it didn’t stay for long.

“I’m just glad you’re home now, I was close to calling the police.” He chuckled, relieved he didn’t give in to his overthinking.

“I’m home and I’m all yours, I...” You stop mid sentence and lean into him a little giving him a sniff.

“Are you wearing my perfume?”

“I missed you so it made me feel closer to you.” He smiled, kneading your hips through the dress. You couldn’t help but find it adorable and you couldn’t blame him really, when he was at work or on tour you always stole his clothes so you felt like he was with you. You knew how he felt. You give him a sweet peck, but a peck wasn’t enough for him, he found himself chasing your lips when you pulled away only to place his hand on the back of your head pulling you right back in, the intensity taking your breath away.

“I guess you really did miss me.” You chuckle through a pant as you try to get your breath back.

“I missed you more than you know. While you were gone I couldn’t get you out of my head, I wanted you with me all day.” He paused for a second looking at you, the next sentence in his head making him smirk.

“I wanted to see you, smell you, feel you...Taste you. I’m addicted to you.” His voice dropped lower, lust creeping in as he scanned over you for probably the 100th time since you got home.

“And don’t get me started on the dress, it’s been driving me insane all day.” Gripping your hips tighter he pulled you even closer to him so your bodies were flush against each other.

“S...Seonghwa.”

“That’s not my name.” He sings mockingly. You knew what he wanted and you were more than happy to comply.

“Mommy.” You could practically feel his smirk, there was no need to look at him.

“That’s my girl.” He leans his head down to ghost kisses along your jaw down to your neck so lightly it was like he was just brushing his lips against your skin. A shiver went down your spine at the contact and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Do you want to know what’s been on Mommy’s mind all day while you were gone?” It was like he was teasing you, his voice so playful yet so full of lust and need. You nod your head in response, not trusting yourself to use words.

“All day long Mommy has thought about your sweet, tight cunt and bending you over in that pretty little dress while you make your cute sounds all for Mommy.” You press your thighs together, the heat pooling in your core just from his words alone, the image of what he said floating around in your head.

"All day?" Your eyebrow furrow together, shyness showing through as you quietly ask, trying to focus on not jumping on him right there and then.

"Mhm, Mommy's been thinking about it ALL day. Now that you're home sweet girl, I don't know how much longer I can wait. I need you, Mommy needs you, now." The more he talks, the more you find your legs shaking from pressing your thighs together so tight, the need to be touched overwhelms you.

This doesn't go a miss by Seonghwa, who can tell he's playing with your mind by the way you're shaking, your breathing becoming rapid as you try to avoid his gaze. It's more than enough evidence to know that he wouldn't be waiting for so long, being extremely grateful for it.

Light touches of his finger trailing down your arm makes you squirm, taking your hand into his and putting it over his shoulder, then with the other. Slowly, your bodies mold together, Seonghwa's breath brushing on your face, the scent of your perfume filling your nostrils as he guides your head up to look at him with your chin caught between his thumb and finger. He gives you a small smile and within seconds, his eyes turn lustful, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb before his lips connect with yours.

The kiss is instant heat, the need from both of you becoming too much to take it slow as your tongues fight for dominance. Keeping a firm grip on your hips Seonghwa turns the both of you and leads you backwards to your shared bedroom, not breaking the kiss for a second.

You fall backwards the moment the back of your knees make contact with the bed, Seonghwa’s arms on you help to break the fall, letting you down slowly as he follows your lead while shuffling you further up the bed. He breaks the kiss for only a moment, his eyes full of awe as he sees you laid comfortably under him.

“We could have been like this all day but you had to leave Mommy for uni.” He slightly pouts giving you a quick peck between every few words.

“It’s not like I wanted to leave you, I had to.” You pout even more like the pouting was some sort of competition.

“Well tomorrow you’re staying here with me.”

“I have exams.” You try to argue, but as soon as the words leave your mouth you knew you’d already lost.

“No, I’ll message your lecturer tomorrow and tell them you’re sick, you’re not going to leave Mommy alone again, you’re going to stay right here, close to Mommy at all times.” You want to protest but in all honesty you can’t think of anything better to do tomorrow than to spend your whole day at Seonghwa’s side.

“Now let me show you just how much I missed you.” Before you could say anything in response his lips were back on yours, frim and needy, nipping at your bottom lip every now and then before leaving them completely as he trails his way down.

Seonghwa takes his time with you, making sure to take in every inch of you, nothing left un-kissed. He lines your jaw with small kisses before peppering your neck, then down to your chest, stomach and down to your thighs. You’re still fully clothed in the pretty pink dress he picked out for you that morning and by god was he going to make his daydream a reality.

Placing feather light kisses along the inside of your thighs he couldn’t help but smirk a little as he felt your skin start to form goose bumps, the light touches setting fire to your nerves and you start to move a little trying to get him to touch you just that little bit more.

“Stop squirming baby girl, you’ll get what you want.” He purrs against your skin, absolutely loving how impatient you were getting already.

“Mommy.” You whine out in frustration, he was so close yet so far from where you needed him.

“You kept Mommy waiting all day, I think it’s your turn for a bit don’t you think?” You wanted to scream in frustration, he knew exactly how to play you and he knew how to do it well, it was an equal mix of sweet body worship and torturous punishment.

After trailing probably hundreds of kisses along each thigh, Seonghwa started to move higher, lifting your dress a little so we was met with the cute matching pink panties you threw on. Giving the view a quick smile he moved his kisses along your core, kissing it through the thin fabric of your panties making you whine. He was amused by how worked up you got over kisses, the small wet patch on your panties from your arousal catching his eye before lightly swiping over it with his tongue.

You can’t help but roll your hips, hoping that by doing so it will force some more friction, but Seonghwa firmly plants his hands on your hips, holding you to the mattress as he hums a light scold at your actions. Your small whines get progressively more frequent, practically begging for him to touch you. He only gives in slightly, pulling your panties to one side still smirking at how your core is already glistening before faintly blowing over it. The cool air that hits your wetness make you sit up with a yelp, a small frown on your face.

“Mommy...Please stop teasing me.” You pout, your bottom lip jutting out a little to emphasise the whine in your voice. His eyes on you, taking in your adorable pouty face and the way your chest rose and fell quickly showed to him just how much of an effect he had on you.

“Since you said please.” And with that his eyes left yours, his head head dipping back down between your legs and placing a soft kiss to your clit before pulling back and gently slipping your panties down your legs, dropping them to the side of the bed.

In the time it took for your panties to drop from his fingers and hit the floor he was already back on you, his tongue delicately licking up your core lingering on your clit for a little longer before repeating. Sometimes you wished he didn’t know your body as well as he did, he knew how to really work you up to the point you would cry and beg for him to just fuck you. The small amount of attention he’d give your clit to the suddenly leave it and come back set fire to your nerves, every tie he came back the sensation became more intense.

“M...Mommy.” You whine before your breath hitches. After another gentle lick along your core Seonghwa’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly while giving it small kitten licks had your back arching and your hips inching closer to his face.

Seonghwa hums on your clit out of satisfaction, finally getting to taste you after a long day. The more of you he's tasting, the more he doesn't want it to stop, he can't stop. His tongue teases and your entrance before flicking up on your clit, making you gasp for air each time it happens, the humming sending vibrations through your body with your legs and back aching from the position he's putting you in with his mouth.

Going back to sucking on your clit, the waves of pleasure fog your mind, only letting out the smallest and faintest tired whimpers as your coming close to reaching your high. It's so close, your thighs close up against Seonghwa's head and you try to hide it but as you know already, he knows your signals too damn well.

Then nothing.

Your core aches as he pulls away, his chin and mouth shining with your slick covering it as a sadistic and perverted grin creeps on his face. The need to reach the high is unbearable, you can't even whine for him to let you experience that euphoria, just once for the night. Tears fall down the side of your face as you bite on your bruised and swollen bottom lip, a consequence of trying to hold back the cries as you were close to the high that you and him both desire. But he isn't going to let you have it, not yet. Not until he's had what he's been desiring all day.

"Were you trying to hide the fact that you were going to cum, precious girl?" Seonghwa scolds lightly, tapping your soaking and burning heat, giving some tension to add as he awaits your reply. If you could even get one out.

All you could do was look at him with a pleading look in your eyes, another tear falling as he gently swipes it with a finger, leaning over you and presses his warm body against yours. The finger trails up to your hairline, carefully placing the one strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in to ask the same question again.

"Baby girl, Mommy needs a reply. As much as I've been needing you all day, I could try and easily forget."

The whisper in your ear makes you whimper, wrapping your arms around him to keep him close as you cry a little, unable to find the words to beg him now. You're already fucked out and he knows that, but he isn't finished with you yet. He wasn't going to forget that he hated you being away from him, having you underneath him now will be too hard to just leave, he has to have you.

"Yes, Mommy."

"Yes Mommy, what?" He nips at your earlobe, pulling on it as you writhe underneath him, mouth agape from the slight sting.

"I wanted to cum... So bad." You barely get it out, trying to see if you could take matters into your own little, tired hands. Kissing his neck to get a reaction and though his eyes roll to the back of his head, the swift movement of him grabbing and putting your hands above your head as he growls deeply at your attempt to get him to do something.

“Will you behave and do as Mommy says?”

“Yes...Yes Mommy I’ll be good I promise.” You ball frantically, tears running down your cheeks as your core pulsates begging to get the release it so desperately needs.

“Well be a good girl for Mommy and roll over.” You do so in an instant rolling over onto your stomach as his hand snakes it’s way under you to lift your hips so you were on your knees with your ass up, your dress barely covering you from the way he had it bunched around your hips.

You’re left laying with your ass in the air for a few moments, you didn’t dare turn your head to look at Seonghwa out of fear he’d go through with his threat of not letting you cum. You could feel the bed dipping and hear the soft sound of clothes being taken off and dropped to the floor. It took every last ounce of will you had in you to not look back, to not catch even the smallest glimpse of his toned, fully bare body behind you.

Slotting himself behind you, Seonghwa leans down pressing light kisses up your spine, to your shoulder then to your neck, all the while his cock brushes against your soaked slit leaving you only to whimper as you refrain from moving your hips into him.

“Mommy missed his baby girl so much, missed her pretty noises, missed her sweet cunt.” He purrs against your skin between kisses. You want to answer him, to tell him you missed him too, but the way the tip of his cock continued to brush lightly over your clit had you clenching around nothing and high pitched whines leaving your throat.

“Please Mommy.” You manage to beg. “Need you so bad.”

A low throaty chuckle left Seonghwa’s chest, amusement covering his face as he lines his cock with your entrance. His movements are slow, sliding into you with ease, it was like you were made specially for him. Shaky moans fall from your lips as his cock slowly fills you, your hips instinctively move back into him, needing him to be fully inside you but his firm grip I your hips restricts all movement.

Bottoming out, the room is filled will his low grams and your muffled cries as you burry your face in the pillow. There was no need for him to give you time to adjust, you were rolling your hips in his clutch desperate for friction. Seonghwa grabs both of your hands and holds them above your head pinning them to the bed, fingers lacing themselves into yours, the grip firm but also gentle.

"You look so pretty like this baby girl, all needy and begging for me to fuck your pretty cunt." He punctuated his words by slowly thrusting back into you, your own grip on his hands tightening.

"Please Mommy, I'm begging you please."

"My sweet girl, you've been so good for mommy." With a final kiss to your temple the pace of his thrusts start to pick up, gradually getting faster and faster. The grip Seonghwa has on your hands and how he's bent over your back thankfully stops your head hitting the headboard as his hips snap into yours making your body jerk forward slightly.

Your nails dug into the back of his hands leaving small crescents in their place as only the sound of skin slapping skin, his low groans and your muffled moans. The sensitivity left over from your denied orgasm had you hurtling towards your high in no time, the position Seonghwa held you in meant he hit your sweet spot effortlessly, your toes curling behind you and with your legs shaking and turning to jelly you could feel yourself dropping lower and lower onto the bed.

"Ah...shit." Seonghwa breathes out, his warm breath hitting your neck. He was losing rhythm, the position slowly changing was throwing him off. Ripping one hand away from your he held both your hands with his single one as he wraps the other around your waist, holding your hips in in place for him to keep fucking you the way he wants. His hand splayed on your stomach he could feel where the tip of his cock reached deep inside you.

"Mommy's sweet girl. Taking me so well. So prefect for me." Your back arched in response to his words, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you were teetering on the edge of your release.

"Mommy " You cry out, turning your head to make sure he could hear you.

"Yes baby girl?"

"Can...Can I cum...So...Close." You stutter out, your mind working overtime to be able to form a sentence, his cock turning your brain to mush.

"You've been so good for Mommy, cum for Mommy." That was all the permission you needed, the orgasm you'd been holding back with all your might finally hit you like a ton of bricks. Your whole body quivering as the white hot ecstasy rushing through you as you rode out your orgasm.

Your walls clenching around him had his hips stuttering, he could feel his own orgasm creeping up. Once it was clear your high had passed Seonghwa slipped out and gently turned you over, doing all the work for you, lifting you gently and placing you back down on your back, his face so close your noses brushed. Seonghwa’s eyes were fixed to yours watching how your eyes screwed shut as he entered your overly sensitive hole again, your mouth hanging open in silent cries. The sight alone had his cock twitching inside you but the feeling of your walls still tightly wrapped around him had his mind fogging over from his impending orgasm.

"So pretty...my sweet girl is so pretty." He praises, his thumb running over your cheek as his other hand finds yours gripping it tightly. His own eyes are screwing shut and his groans are getting higher, gradually turning into moans. His hips were losing their rhythm, becoming sloppier with each thrust, his high was close.

“Mommy please.” You whisper, eyes wide and pleading, not that he could see your eyes as his face was buried into the crook of your neck.

It took only a few more thrusts before Seonghwa was painting your walls white, a low hum escaping him as he slowed himself down just enough to ride out his high before coming to a stop, his body weight flopping on top of you exhausted.

“Mommy? You okay?” You whisper, fingers gently playing with his pink strands of hair. A long sigh was all that was heard before he lifted his head to meet your eyes.

“I’m okay now that you’re here. Promise me something?” You faintly nod your head at him, your hand now moving to stoke his hair.

“Don’t leave me again, I want you next to me all the time, I miss you when you’re not around, so promise me to stay close to me.” You can’t help but smile, his voice is so soft and sweet, if you weren’t looking directly at him you’d have sworn he’d be pouting.

“I promise.” Sealing the deal he captures your lips in a soft tender kiss making you both smile into it.

“Stay right here, I’ll go run us a bath and then after that how does food sound?”

“I’d like that.” You whisper. Lifting himself from you, he gives you a small kiss on the forehead before getting up to leave for the bathroom, but not before he’s wrapped you up in his hoodie to keep you warm for the time being.

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