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hearts4hughes · 9 months

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lacy | mark estapa

( mark estapa x fem!reader )

a/n: i know i should be working on my bday celly, but this song has been stuck in my head since i first heard it. olivia so perfectly captured the feeling of insecurities within girls and others. this is sooo short and it’s devastating writing mark angst, but i had to write something for this song!

warnings: mentions of being insecure, being led on, no part two!

Lacy, oh, Lacy

Skin like puff pastry

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?

Dear angel Lacy

Eyes white as daisies

Did I ever tell you that I’m not doin' well?

the bar was loud- so loud it hurt your head. then again, maybe it was also the result of the countless drinks you’d lost track of, each one seemingly going down easier than the last.

why had you agreed to go there? why had you agreed to torture yourself?

just a week ago mark had his arm around you. he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, giving you the impression he wanted more than to just be best friends. yet he never acted on it, never followed through. so you waited on this confusing limbo. you didn’t know what you were waiting for- perhaps for your crush on your best friend to magically disappear or for him to finally act on all those mixed signals.

now, mere days later, he had his arm around her- treating her as he had just treated you. his arm rested comfortably around her waist. their height difference made him have to lean down to whisper in her ear, just as he had done with you. and he looked at her with those unmistakable heart eyes. you wanted to believe that she had lured him in with some siren song, or maybe cast a spell on him, but you didn’t believe in magic. that’s why lacy almost didn’t seem real. she was impossibly perfect.

her long, blonde hair was tied back with delicate pink ribbons, matching with her adorable slip dress. but when you wore pink, it washed out all of your features, leaving you feeling less then feminine. with lacy, it was different. pink accentuated her plump red lips and those piercing blue eyes of hers. she embodied femininity in every way.

why couldn’t you look like that?

Smart, sexy Lacy

I'm losin’ it lately

I feel your compliments like bullеts on skin

Dazzling starlet

Bardot reincarnate

Wеll, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

you were jolted as she gracefully moved away from mark and headed in your direction. she sent you the sweetest smile, showing off her pearly white teeth. it was the kind of smile that could uplift anyone that was lucky enough to see it.

“oh my goodness, you look like an actual goddess!” she complimented, her eyes filled with sincerity and awe. there was no devilish undertone or hidden agenda in her words, so why did it feel like bullets against your skin?

you smiled in return, yet it didn’t reach your eyes. “speaking of looking like a goddess, darling, that’s you.” you replied with sincerity, even though the gnawing feeling in your stomach hinted otherwise.

“thank you so much, cutie! i channeled my inner bardot with this look.” she said, though she didn’t need to channel anyone. she was a modern-day brigitte bardot herself. “anyways, catch you later; i’m going to get drinks for mark and me.” she beamed, planted a sweet kiss on your cheek, and strutted off to the bar.

you wanted so desperately to find a flaw, to mock her in some way, but it was impossibly- she was genuinely one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met, and it left you conflicted, torn between admiration and insecurity.

you couldn’t do this. you couldn’t sit here praying on the downfall of her and mark’s relationship. it was time to accept the painful truth: you were just a pawn in his game, leading him to her- his queen. your trembling fingers found their way to the heart pendant necklace around your neck, and with a determined tug, you broke the clasp. gazing at it in your palm, you remembered how mark got it for you for your one year ‘friendiversary’. what once was such a special piece of jewelry, was now a mockery of your failed relationship.

tears welled up in your eyes as you stomped over to mark. he didn’t notice you were next to him until you shoved his shoulder. he looked at you with confusion as you opened his hand, shoving the golden pendant within it.

“what’s going on?” he asked, peering down at the necklace. “why are you giving this to me?” foolish was the only word that could describe him.

“i can’t be friends with you anymore, mark. you’re tearing me apart and i don’t even think you notice it.” you confessed, tears streaming down your face. his eyes were laced with hurt. what had he done to lose his best friend?

“y/n-”

“no, don’t say anything!” you snapped, your breath hitching in your throat. “you don’t get to say anything after what you did to our friendship. you ruined it! you’re the one who ruined it.” your words were slurred, fueled by the alcohol coursing through your veins.

he didn’t respond or ask for clarification; you both knew exactly what had been done to ruin such a solid connection.

as the weight of your confession hung in the air, you turned away from who once was your world, leaving him behind with the heart pendant in his open palm. there was a whirlwind of emotions coursing through you- pain, anger, and an overwhelming sense of betrayal.

pushing through the crowd, you made your way to the exit. lacy waved you bye, clueless of what had just happened.

you stepped out of the bar into the darkness. tears clung to your lashes, but you didn’t let them fall. your phone vibrated in your pocket, but you ignored it- too nervous that you’d see mark’s contact picture staring back at you.

and you left, leaving everything you once cared about behind you; leaving that cruel chapter of your life in the darkness of the open night.

Lacy, oh, Lacy

It's like you're out to get me

You poison every little thing that I do

Lacy, oh, Lacy

I just loathe you lately

And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

#hearts4hughes #nora’s writings 💐#mark estapa #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa blurb #umich hockey #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #nhl imagine

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agentrouka-blog · 5 days

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omfg you have every right to be angry over that anon. What a condescending, arrogant ask. There's an extra level of insult, because people aren't just trying to dispute your opinion, they're trying to waste your time, energy, and thinking too. It's not an honest and equal debate, it's just pure entitlement.

Something for your perusal: I've been reading the ASOIAF books again and was curious when I came upon Catelyn's passage up the Eyrie in AGOTA, where she laments that Mya Stone won't be able to marry the boy she's in love with because she's a bastard. Then Catelyn muses that Mya reminds her of Sansa. I thought this was interesting because of how the information is introduced, and then the Mya-Sansa parallels. Sansa becomes a bastard when Jon is a secret prince sort of business. I haven't seen anybody mention this and thought it was curious.

Thank you! <3

And there's actually a lot of stuff in that Mya Stone moment.

For one, it happens at a time when we already know that Sansa's own dreams are as hopeless as Mya's, no matter that Sansa is trueborn, because Cat and Ned both agreed to marry her to House Lannister and at the Trident Joffrey took off his mask and nothing is being done about it regarding Sansa.

Then we have the parallel to Littlefinger, whose crush (trueborn but low status) was always as hopeless as Mya's.

Then we have the fact that Cat foregoes an obvious comparison (tomboyish Arya) by focusing on not one but two other people in regard to Mya. First the unpleasant association with Jon Snow, followed by a softening when she recognizes the resemblance to Sansa.

"Mya Stone, if it please you, my lady," the girl said. It did not please her; it was an effort for Catelyn to keep the smile on her face. Stone was a bastard's name in the Vale, as Snow was in the north, and Flowers in Highgarden; in each of the Seven Kingdoms, custom had fashioned a surname for children born with no names of their own. Catelyn had nothing against this girl, but suddenly she could not help but think of Ned's bastard on the Wall, and the thought made her angry and guilty, both at once. She struggled to find words for a reply. [...] "Mychel's my love," Mya explained. "Mychel Redfort. He's squire to Ser Lyn Corbray. We're to wed as soon as he becomes a knight, next year or the year after." She sounded so like Sansa, so happy and innocent with her dreams. Catelyn smiled, but the smile was tinged with sadness. The Redforts were an old name in the Vale, she knew, with the blood of the First Men in their veins. His love she might be, but no Redfort would ever wed a bastard. His family would arrange a more suitable match for him, to a Corbray or a Waynwood or a Royce, or perhaps a daughter of some greater house outside the Vale. If Mychel Redfort laid with this girl at all, it would be on the wrong side of the sheet. (AGOT, Catelyn VI)

Mya makes her feel guilty and angry when thinking of Jon Snow, but bittersweet when contemplating her similarity to Sansa and the impossibility of her dreams. It's easier to handle Mya's status when connecting her to Sansa, someone Cat knows how to love, rather than Jon, whose existence strips all romance from the veneer of the brutal society and the reality of patriarchy for Catelyn herself. She doesn't hate bastards, she even has sympathy for them. She only hates what Jon represents for herself.

Sansa ends up modeling her own bastard figure after Jon Snow (fourteen and bastard brave), and from what we have seen of Jon's own struggles with bastardy, his own unfullfilled dreams, it becomes easy to directly compare Sansa and Jon as similar souls, with similar hopes and disappointments, with their shared longing for something unattainable by the rules of their society.

Within the one mirroring scene coming down the mountain in AFFC, Sansa contemplates Mya Stone's lost virtue (after Cat's predictions have come to pass) and potential future husband of fitting status who would love her anyway, and she will also be reminded of Jon Snow. "I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. But of course that could never be."

The chapter ends with a proposed miracle transformation. Littlefinger paints the picture of a reveal of true identity: The bastard sheds their mask and is recognized for their true self. Something that can only happen to a false bastard. Like Sansa.

Who is so similar to Jon. With his impossible dreams.

#rouka queue #bastardy #mya stone #sansa stark #jon snow #catelyn stark #foreshadowing #jonsa

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shuttershocky · 8 months

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So what's Gigantic?

One of my favorite games ever made, and one I thought lost forever until now.

Gigantic was a free to play 5v5, third person action game released on PC back in 2017, though I first played the game back in 2015.

A weird and wonderful mix of MOBA mechanics, platforming, and third person action game combat, a match of Gigantic tasked each team with destroying the other team's Guardian to win the game.

Now in a traditional MOBA like Dota or League of Legends, this objective would be a building. In Gigantic however, the objective is a massive kaiju, willing and able to squish you underfoot. How are you supposed to slay a beast the size of a building you ask? Simple. You use your own.

Each match in Gigantic is a race to empower your Guardian faster than the other team. This can be done by capturing checkpoints and placing a creature on it to start mining for power, killing other players to steal their power, or the ballsiest move—attacking the enemy Guardian to steal the power it's already got, preferably avoiding the laser beams it fires from its eyes to fry you on the spot.

Empower your Guardian enough and it will rampage across the map, bulldozing over enemy players and smacking the enemy Guardian with an earth-shattering strike. While your Guardian has the enemy Guardian pinned down, you can then attack it to deal damage without it being able to fight back. However, even an empowered Guardian cannot keep the enemy's Guardian pinned for long, and once it breaks out your own Guardian retreats, and the power race begins anew.

But a MOBA game is nothing without its cast of characters, and on that end Gigantic had among the best in video games. These were just some of the many incredibly varied, gorgeously drawn faces you could find.

These guys made the most out of their medium being in 3D rather than the isometric top down view of most MOBA games, with many having skillsets greatly inspired from a wide variety of different genres, from first person shooters to fighting games.

That woman with the eyepatch? That's Imani. A classic sniper character, her gimmick was that her skills changed what sort of ammo she carried, from regular crossbow bolts, to freeze bolts, to fire bolts, to bombs. Imani's unrivaled range meant she could take over parts of the map that were too open, while her ammo types gave her utility to help her team with rather than simply be a DPS bot.

The frog? That's Wu. A proud fighting game reference, he could do a tatsumaki, a rising flip kick, even a shoryuken for his Focus move (ultimate).

Now the thing about Gigantic's combat is that rather than go the MOBA route of building items and increasing stats as you level up to get stronger, Gigantic instead went for the action-game approach. There were no item builds or gold to consider, and rather than mana, every character had a stamina bar that was used to activate skills, but also allowed each and every character to dodge, sprint, and jump around. Levels were merely to put in more skill points that added new features to your existing moves rather than to increase your stat lines. Good stamina management and clever movement could allow you to dodge an entire team's worth of skills, and the lack of gold or items meant you could never be too far behind to outplay a stronger opponent. I've come back from near impossible matches where my Guardian was on a sliver of health while the enemy's Guardian was untouched, all from the team rallying and playing to the absolute best of their limits.

If you would like a more visual explanation, here's a quick introduction to the first character in that picture, the acrobatic assassin Tyto the Swift.

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And over here is a video of a full match featuring somebody playing that character as a hypermobile assassin, leaping all around the map, making fine use of verticality and enemy blind spots to swoop in, deal damage, and get out.

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I'm so glad Gigantic is back. it can't be allowed to die again.

#Gigantic

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okaylikesmomo · 1 year

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Chapter 3: Worth It

Quick disclaimer since some readers might not have read my other work. This chapter has a LOT of smut. That is all.

A loud slam echoes through your apartment as you pushed Chaewon against the wall as soon as the two of you entered. With her head tilted downwards slightly, she was staring at you with an expression overflowing with lust while taking in deep breaths. Her cheetah-like features and slight smirk made it look like she was about to pounce on you.

Then she did just that, slamming you against the other side of the hallway. Her lips attacked your mouth with complete disregard. While pressing her mouth against yours, her hands immediately began fumbling with the buckle of your pants. After undoing your pants, she swiftly slid both your pants and underwear down in one singular motion to your ankles; She was done wasting time.

She glares at you with her teeth clenched. “Fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow,” she hissed while kicking off her shoes.

There was nothing you wanted to do more in the world than just that. You kicked off your shoes as well before flinging the clothes off your ankle and reaching down, picking up Chaewon’s petite body from her legs. You carried her deeper into your apartment while your mouth kissed all over her midriff as it was pressed against your face.

Once you were standing in front of your dining table, you dropped her onto it. There was another loud slam as her back hit the tabletop, and for a second you panicked thinking that you hurt her. It was pointless to worry, however, as “too rough” was not in Chaewon’s vocabulary tonight. As soon as her back hit the tabletop, she had already started to pull her sweatpants off.

The two seconds she would have taken to remove the pants was too long for you, so by pure instinct you grabbed them from her and ripped them off her legs. As she lay there in nothing but a crop top, some white panties, and her socks, your eyes went directly to her crotch. The wet spot from earlier had grown exponentially, and her cute pink folds were clearly visible through the soaked white garment. You hooked her panties with two fingers on one hand, pulling them to the side, and immediately plunged your middle finger from your other hand into her pussy.

Chaewon screamed. Loudly. She must not have expected you to be so sudden, but you had almost no ability to control yourself right now. Just as quickly as you entered her, you started to pump your finger in and out of her pussy slowly. Despite the initial shock, her face was now contorted in pleasure with her eyes shut tight. She was loving it, and you were obsessed with how tight she was. It was a workout, and the workout got much harder now that you added your ring finger to the mix.

“Yes baby,” she moans while her breaths match your movements. “Just. Like. That… don’t stop…”

If she wasn’t dripping wet, it would be impossible to move your fingers with how tight she was. You pushed your fingers into her until they reached the second knuckle and held them there for a second. Then you started to curl them, feeling around her insides, stimulating every nerve in her pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” she moans while craning her neck backwards, pressing the back of her head into the dining table.

Her legs started to twitch wildly as your fingers began moving back and forth again, but this time you were only moving about an inch or so. You kept your fingers deep inside her the entire time, relishing in her warmth and tightness. After finger-fucking until she went numb, you slowly withdrew both fingers in one, uniform motion.

You held your fingers above her stomach and watched as her sweet nectar dripped all over her abs; The curves of her core accepting the liquid like an irrigation system. You pressed your fingers down onto her core, letting her body push them up and down with every deep breath, and then started drawing patterns on her stomach.

Your two soaked fingers explored her body, and eventually your hand made its way down towards her holes again. You spread your fingers and slide them down her crotch, outlining her pussy but never touching it directly.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” she hisses, staring at you while propping herself up on her elbows.

You smirk as you bend down between her legs. You stick your tongue out in front of her glistening womanhood and very slowly slide it upwards towards her stomach, tasting every inch of her folds. Her entire body shivers violently in front of you and she gasps loudly. One of her thighs spasms, hitting you in the cheek, but you keep sliding up slowly.

“I said… don’t…” she tried but couldn’t finish her thought as you brought your hand to her pussy again and started rubbing circles around her clit.

Your tongue continued to slide up to her stomach, now tracing the same path your fingers followed around her muscular core. She moans out while falling back onto her back, unable to prop herself up anymore. You step around the side of the table and lift your mouth off her stomach, but you keep your hand’s motion going.

You bend down and place your lips on hers, letting her moans fill your mouth. She opens her eyes and stares at you while you deposit her own juices into her mouth with a kiss. You move your mouth down towards her neck and start planting more kisses on her clavicle.

She cries out and arches her back hard as she is now on the precipice of her orgasm. Your hand starts moving faster, keeping a consistent circular motion going while your mouth sucks on her neck. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel her whole body quivering.

It didn’t matter what pattern you did anymore, you just started rubbing her pussy as hard and fast as you could, pushing her to climax. You stood up straight while your hand worked, watching every movement she made. She released a high pitched squeal when her pussy released the first squirt of liquid. It flew across your apartment, drops of her juices squirting forcefully all over. You kept your hands in motion as she came. Her back was arching harder than you thought was humanly possible now, and her legs were uncontrollably vibrating.

She kept squirting, but the frequency started to slow down. Up down up down squirt, up down up down squirt. She was basically screaming as your hand moved back and forth across her pussy, invigorating the muscles in her lower body to spray all over. When she finally stopped jetting her nectar everywhere, you slowly slipped one finger back into her pussy.

She sobbed in pleasure as you very slowly slid back and forth inside her. She was so warm, and you could feel the insides of her pussy buzzing still as they burned your finger. After just a few soft thrusts, you removed your finger and her pussy released a final little gush onto the edge of the table, the pool of liquid slowly dripping onto the floor.

Chaewon turns her head to look at you, her eyes soaked from the intensity of her orgasm. “That was… worth… the wait…” she pants.

You bring the hand that wasn’t covered in her juices up to her face and wipe her eyes with your thumb. “You don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” you ask in a deep, sultry voice.

She starts to control her breathing. “What do you mean? We haven’t even started,” she whispers while reaching her hand over to your cock. She was a bit uncoordinated, probably still recovering from the mind-numbing orgasm she just had.

You push her wrist back and start walking back around the table until you are between her legs. “No need to waste time, I’ve waited way too long for this.”

The realization that you were about to fuck her must have revitalized her body since she swiftly lifted herself up with just her ab muscles so that she was sitting at the edge of the table with her legs spread around you. She put her hands on your shoulders, using them as support while you brought your rock-hard cock to her entrance. You lifted your shaft up and then let gravity slap it against her pussy. She gasps sharply, her body still extraordinarily sensitive. You slide your length up and down her folds, coating it in the excess of her wetness.

She didn’t want to wait longer, and you couldn’t wait longer. You brought your tip to her entrance and slowly started to push your tip inside her tight, drenched pussy. You stared as her lips spread for you, making room for your cock, expanding and conforming to your exact shape. The deeper you pushed, the harder her fingers pressed into your shoulders.

When you were about three quarters of the way inside her pussy, you paused and looked up at her. She had her eyes shut tight, her teeth clenched, and her breaths were like shivers as she got adjusted to your size. She was unbelievably tight, but you knew that she always took your cock like a champ.

“Chae Chae?”

She shakes her head, her eyes still shut tight. “Don’t talk,” she says breathily. “Just fuck me.”

All at the same time, you put your hands behind her back for support, you shove your lips against hers, and you push your cock all the way inside her. She lets out an intense but muffled scream into your mouth. You gave her just a second to get comfortable before you started to move your hips back and forth into her.

She was tight.

Her natural lube was your saving grace as your cock would have been stuck inside her forever otherwise. You moved in a smooth rhythm, a stark contrast to the extreme work your hand did just a couple of minutes ago. You wanted to bring her back up slowly, and based on her breathing it was working.

She was completely calm now, no more screams, just breathing, hard, into your mouth. Your hips went in and out of her pussy over and over and over and over. The tightness of her body was the best feeling in the world, and the taste of her mouth somehow made it even better. You kept one hand on the back of her neck while the other one slid down to her lower back, helping her stay upright.

The slow, methodical, loving style of thrusting was phenomenal, you could do this for the rest of your life, but as her breathing started to elevate, your animalistic instincts started to kick in. You moved your face back and Chaewon instinctually moved forward trying to continue the kiss. She opened her eyes finally and started smirking at you. She knew what was coming.

“Which wall?” she asks while her body recoils to every thrust of your hips.

You stop thrusting for a moment and rip your shirt off. “Not a wall.”

She tilts her head while staring at you, confused.

While still attached to her tight pussy by your cock, you pick her up off the table. She lets out a loud giggle in surprise before her hands move from your shoulders and wrap around your back, holding onto you for support. You walked over towards the glass door that led to your balcony and pushed her back against it.

She gasps, her open mouth smiling slightly while she stares at you in excitement. You slide your hands down to her ass so that you can hold her up properly while you lean forward, pressing her back completely against the glass so that anyone looking at your apartment could see the bare ass of Le Sserafim’s Chaewon.

“Won’t it break?”

You thrust your hips once into her body, hard. “I don’t care.”

She gasps sharply in pleasure again, and you start pumping her pussy. There was a slight rattle of the door every time your cock slammed into her, but you could barely hear it over her screams. She has lost control of herself again, and is now being very vocal. You slam into her again and again, feeling her pussy start leaking again.

This new position was exhausting, but your fatigue was erased by her screams and moans. Her voice was a beautiful contrast to the sound of your flesh slapping against her wetness. Every time your hips went forward, her entire body shook violently, and you could feel her pussy spraying juices all over your thighs.

You knew you couldn’t go for too much longer while holding her up, despite her being so light. Luckily after only a couple of minutes, Chaewon’s pussy suddenly started to burn up like an oven; It came out of nowhere, no gradual build up like last time. Her moans were immediately replaced by a high pitched scream as her pussy started gushing all over your cock. You felt her grip on your shoulders completely fail, her sweat-covered back slowly sliding down the glass window.

You put her down, her arms wrapped around your shoulders now for support while her body convulsed in pleasure. You just stood there, letting her cum freely onto the floor beneath her, providing the stability she needed to prevent her from crumpling to the floor. She pressed her face into your chest and moaned into your skin.

“You… you…” she pants before giving up.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you rubbed her lower back, feeling the slickness of her sweat. “Take all the time you need, we have all night,” you whisper before kissing the top of her head.

It wasn’t your intent, but she took it as a challenge. Pushing down on your shoulders, she lifts herself up and stands up straight. “I don’t need time,” she says with conviction, seductively gazing into your eyes. She takes a step back before quickly doing a little hop and scrunching up her face in discomfort. She stood there like a statue for a second, eyes shut.

You look down and burst out laughing. You saw she had stepped in a small puddle of her own mess and her sock was soaked.

“Shut up,” she says while angrily giggling and taking her socks off. “Just come fuck me again.”

You take a step towards her while stifling your own laughter. You could see her legs still trembling slightly even though she was standing up on her own. “If that’s what you want,” you say as you grab her ass.

She moves her mouth right in front of yours. “Yeah, that’s what I want,” she whispers.

Using her ass like a steering wheel, you turn her sideways and push down on her back so that she’s bent over the back of your sofa. With her ass sticking up, you crouch down behind her and place your hands on both of her ass cheeks. You spread them apart, feasting on the view of her dripping pussy. It was impressive how much this girl could release.

You stick your face forward and put her pussy in your mouth. You suck on her private bits the way you would suck on a slice of an orange. The tangy taste of her juices coating your mouth while her soft moans filled your ears. You give her one last, drawn-out kiss on her entrance before standing up behind her.

Chaewon looks back over her shoulder. “As hard as you want it,” she states. Her expression screamed that she meant it, and also that she could take it.

You grab the base of your cock and press your tip against her entrance. Then you place both your hands on her hips and press firmly into her pussy. She inhales sharply. You start moving your hips back and forth, making her ass ripple every time your thighs hit. She was still tight, but it was effortless thanks to all of her natural lube.

You pull your hips back as far as they can go while still being inside Chaewon’s pussy, and then you slam forward as hard as your body would allow. She screams your name out in pleasure. You pull back and do it again. This time she lets out a loud “Ah” before you pump her again.

You kept the motion, slow and hard. Your cock was throbbing at this point, all the built up pressure had you ready to explode. It was time, you started pumping her with the same power but a much quicker pace. Your hands squeezed her hips hard while your eyes were locked onto the sight of your cock disappearing inside of Chaewon’s pussy over and over. She had lifted her legs up and was balancing with her stomach on the backrest of the sofa while you plowed her.

“FILL ME UP!” she screams. “Please!”

It was the “please” that got you. You didn’t just get pushed over the edge, you flew over the edge at the sound of that. You pumped her as hard and fast as you could while your cock started exploding white goo deep inside her pussy. You could barely hear the moans as all your senses were being numbed by your climax.

You didn’t know what day it was. You didn’t even know your own name. All you knew was every single drop of cum that your body was willing to give was flying into Chaewon’s pussy. Your cock wouldn’t stop pulsing. It got to the point where you pushed yourself as deep as you could go inside her and just held yourself there while your cock throbbed your load inside her.

Eventually, by some act of god, your cock started to calm down. When you finally felt yourself finish pumping, you slowly withdrew yourself. Your body was spent, and you quickly found yourself sitting on the floor with your face level with Chaewon’s pussy. You watched as glob after glob of your seed dripped out of her lips, either plopping to the floor or sliding down the inside of her thighs.

“Holy shit,” you pant. You knew there was a lot based on how much you filled her up, but you were in shock at just how much cum was dripping out. “We should… get… cleaned up…” you say between breaths.

Chaewon lets out a long moan while reaching between her legs and rubbing her pussy. You thought all your sperm had leaked out, but when she touched her lips another fresh glob spilled to the ground.

“Yeah,” she giggles. “I feel a bit messy.”

You muster up the strength to stand back up. You help Chaewon stand up straight as she turns around to face you.

“Was it worth the wait?” she asks with a twinkle in her eyes.

You lean down and tilt your head to kiss her passionately on the lips.

“Definitely.”

The two of you walk to your bedroom. You could feel your legs giving way, so you quickly sat down on the edge of your bed.

“Tired?” Chaewon giggles while removing her top. Her cute tits finally freed from the crop top she was wearing.

“I guess I didn’t really feel it while we were… you know,” you answer while staring at her fully nude body.

She gives you a look and shakes her head. “After all that, why is your body still ready to go?” she asks while gesturing to your crotch.

You look down to see your cock standing up straight, completely drenched in a mixture of your cum and Chaewon’s juices. You lean back on the bed laughing and close your eyes, resting for a second. “You’re standing there naked in front of me and wondering why I’m hard.”

There was no response, and after a couple of seconds you opened your eyes. Just as you opened them, you felt a sensation run all the way up your spine, making you lurch forward into a sitting position.

“Ch-chae chae please,” you gasp while watching the adorable girl fill her mouth with your cock. “You don’t-”

She puts a finger against your lips. She slides her lips up your cock, towards the tip, and holds her head steady. Her tongue starts licking all over your tip, and you felt a little bit of your cum leak out. She releases your cock gently, letting her lips slide off slowly.

“You worked so hard,” she says casually while using her hands to toy with your balls. “Now it’s my turn to work hard.”

“You really don’t ha-”

“Shut up,” she hisses. “If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to shove my cum-soaked sock in your mouth.” She starts slowly and gently pumping your cock with one hand while her other hand pushes on your chest, making you lay back down. She gets up off her knees and straddles your lower body, lining her pussy up with your cock. “Do you really want me to stop?” she asks softly while staring into your eyes.

Without speaking, you shake your head.

She smiles warmly at you before letting her body slowly fall onto your cock. The two of you exhale slowly in unison while she lowers her body until she is all the way down to your base. She leans forward and places her hands on your chest, her arms pushing her tits together in front of you.

With the utmost control, she starts moving her hips up and down on your cock slowly. She somehow kept the rest of her body still while only her hips were moving. All those years of dance practice gave her impeccable body control. She starts adding a forward and backwards motion to her riding, now stimulating your cock in multiple ways.

You couldn’t help but moan as you lay there, never breaking eye contact with the adorable and sexy Kim Chaewon. Her gaze was making you lose your mind. Despite having such an intense orgasm just a couple of minutes ago, you already felt your body accepting what was to come.

Chaewon pauses her movements for a second and reaches down to grab your hands. She places them on her hips before returning to the same position as before, squeezing her tits together a bit harder. Then she returned to her hip movement, but now she was really showing off. She had started to swirl her hips in circles, somehow keeping a rhythm while doing this new move.

Kpop idols were special was the last thought that went through your mind before you fell into a trance. A trance of pure addiction for Chaewon’s body. Sensations took over, you were just there for the ride at this point, having no control over anything. You couldn’t make her stop even if you wanted to at this point.

Your heart rate was higher than ever tonight and your breathing was starting to match it. While Chaewon kept spinning her hips on your throbbing manhood, you started to feel her get tighter. The tighter she got, the closer you got, until the point when her pussy started to squeeze down.

Pleasure started to overwhelm Chaewon, but despite that she managed to continue riding your cock at the same pace. She also managed to keep eye contact, her gaze never once left your face. As her pussy squeezed down on your cock, you also felt your orgasm coming.

You let it happen, there was no attempt to delay or to force it, you just let your body react naturally to whatever Chaewon’s body was doing. This time, as your cock started to pulse, it was different. You weren’t just filling her up, you were painting a beautiful mural inside her. Your pumps were matching her movements, propelling your cum into her pussy not with force, but with love.

It was probably the most tender orgasm you have ever had with Chaewon before. Your cock calmed down naturally, without any struggle. You let your hands slide off her hips and fall onto the bed. Just as your hands hit the mattress, Chaewon fell forward onto your body. She planted the most tender and soft kiss imaginable on your lips before staring into your eyes.

“You finished right?” she asked while trying to catch her breath.

You smile up at her. “I did.” “Thank fucking God,” she pants. “I don’t think I could have lasted any longer,” she gasps before collapsing on your body, winding you slightly as her face lands on your chest.

“I love you,” she whispers quietly.

You kiss the top of her head. “I love you, too.”

She breathes softly against your body while you rub her back.

“Ready to go again?” she asks.

Your hand freezes.

“A-Are you serious?”

She starts giggling before standing up and walking to the bathroom.

–

While Chaewon showered, you got dinner ready. Luckily, none of it was going to take too long since you already prepped everything earlier in the day. While the water boiled, you quickly wiped down the dining table. After plating a few side dishes, you return to the kitchen to finish up the kimchi-jjigae and start cooking the meat. Right when you’re finishing up, Chaewon comes down the stairs wearing one of your sweaters and nothing else. It was just big enough to cover her, but small enough to expose her legs entirely.

“Wow it smells so good,” she remarks. She looks around the room and her cheeks turn bright red. “Did I…”

You bring the pot over and set it on the table before pulling Chaewon into a hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up later.”

She was still blushing as she sat down at the table. “Sorry, I can help clean up.”

“Sweetheart, dinner first, worry about other stuff later.”

She nods cutely and her expression changes to excitement as she observes all the food in front of her. “This looks amazing, we haven’t had many home-cooked meals lately.”

You smile at her. “Well, then start eating.”

The two of you finished eating in relative silence. It seemed both of you needed the energy back after your session. Chaewon was checking her phone.

“Looks like they wanna go swimming tomorrow,” she says while dipping a spoonful of rice into her stew. “You’re coming right?”

“Sure, it should be fun,” you answer. “Hey, I wanted to tell you something.”

She looks up from her phone with a curious expression, her mouth full of rice. “Hm?”

“Last night, Sakura and I…”

She squints her eyes a bit, but doesn’t say anything.

“Actually, nevermind, it’s nothing.”

Chaewon grabs your hand. “Sakura and you what?” she asks directly.

You squeeze her hand back. “Really, nothing happened. We were just talking a bit, that’s all.”

She lets go of your hand and crosses her arms. “Why did you feel the need to specially mention that the two of you were talking? You guys talk all the time.”

You look down at your bowl, twiddling with your spoon.

“I trust you, but I just want you to be honest with me. If something happened, you can tell me, I won’t hold it against you as long as you tell me.”

You look up at her. She looked like she was on the verge of crying. “Alright, it’s just we were talking and I was sorta reminded of our past. Nothing happened though, I just… I just thought I should let you know.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes, of course I do,” you reply immediately, slightly taken aback by her sudden question.

“Do you promise you’re telling me the truth when you say nothing happened?”

“Yes, I promise.”

She sighs. “Then there is absolutely nothing you need to be worried about. I trust you, why would you ever feel like you needed to hide something like this?”

“I just… I don’t know.”

She smiles softly at you. “You’re allowed to still have feelings for her, I can’t tell you how you should or shouldn’t feel, but if you do start having feelings for her you have to tell me.”

You nod understandingly as you watch her pick up a piece of meat.

“When you said you don’t mind if I fool around with the other members, is that still an option?” you ask.

She stops chewing and stares at you for a second before continuing her chewing. She finishes the bite before answering.

“Yeah.”

“Is… Sakura included?” you ask hesitantly.

Her face was unreadable right now.

“Yeah.”

“I see, I was just curious.”

She lets out a sigh of relief. “I’m not joking when I say you can fool around, but I would have been a little bit upset if you asked right now after what we just did.”

“Wait, really? I was going to drop you off at home and bring Kazuha back here though.”

She hits your arm. “Yah! That’s not funny!”

A/N:

Whew this update came out like a day after the last one? Gotta say this comeback has me on a real Le Sserafim high. Thank you so much to the people leaving comments (I see you Sakura curious people). The story is most likely going to get very, very spicy soon. Just wanna say, I love the group and all the members, I am sorry if any sad moments happen in this story, it's all for fun!

#kpop smut #smut #fluff #chaewon #fanfiction #le sserafim smut #le sserafim #kazuha #chaewon smut #sakura #yunjin #eunchae

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yvannahaleth · 7 months

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Hello, i hope your having a fantastic day and i was wondering if i could request mukuro, miu, kaede getting jealous because they saw there S/O's ex talking to them and their S/O looked really uncomfortable, then their ex starts getting a little touchy- Sorry if this is too specific- you can just ignore the ask if you dont want to do it

Jealous! Mukuro Ikusaba, Jealous! Kaede Akamatsu, Jealous! Miu Iruma x Reader That Met Their Ex

SFW, Fluff, Mentions of violence

Mukuro Ikusaba:

This girl is furious.

You could've notice it when a mutt isn't hovering over you, trying to caress your skin slowly

She thought she could have you for herself, since her Ultimate makes it easier for everyone to fuck off.

But it seems that a particular someone decides to ignore her wall she built to protect her beloved.

So, as usual, she did what she does whenever that jerkheads rebels; havoc.

Her kick arrived to your ex's stomach before you could react her coming this way. As she stepped their neck, she threatened them to simply fuck off.

You could notice how hard your ex was trying to breathe, trying to launch back to Mukuro and put her in her place. Well too bad for him, your girlfriend is not his match.

She's lucky her shoes have heels today, because if she doesn't, then she could not watch this terrified look of your ex. The heels are making it impossible for him to not come back with a hole in their neck when they're done with her.

Whether or not you object, you could not do anything.

This is what happens when someone is messing with you or hitting on you.

This is what happens when bastards like them don't know when to stop. To stop touching you like you're not the stars of Mukuro.

Why, she could've accepted your complaining when she's trying to finish someone off because they were flirting with you.

But when they don't respect you? Oh, fuck off.

She would never look at you like the way they look at you, yet some bastards like them dare to do that? How could they?

The nerves to even hope they will be alive and well after doing that to you.

Ah, she knew that love makes her crazy, but she never would've thought that love is going to make her broke someone's arm.

Your ex learned their lessons. Luckily, the people around you noticed what they did to you and said nothing when Mukuro punished them.

With your ex screaming and screeching, she turns her back, facing you with a smile. A sad smile, it seems.

"I'm sorry i was too late, butterfly."

Kaede Akamatsu:

Her heart dropped.

Not because of her being terrified.

Instead, it's because she saw your frustrated look. She watches as you furrowed your eyebrows, chuckles awkwardly, trying to get off that jerk. Yet that dweeb didn't notice how uncomfortable you are.

Which made her more angrier than ever.

Well, you clearly never really saw her getting angry before. She was never angry at you. Probably, when she's slightly annoyed, she will pout, making you chuckle at how her cheeks grow bigger.

Hence why, it startled you to see her being this mad.

She shoves them away, quickly throws her arms on you while checking on you, and glares at them. She didn't even say anything. She just quietly stares at your ex, expecting them to apologize and leave you two alone.

Yet, your ex seems want this to last longer.

They were rambling about it was never their intention to touch you, they just want to check on you, like she did.

The way they compared what they did to what she did, made her hands tightened on you more.

She could've plunge a punch on their face right now and everyone here could watch. But she has to be the bigger person, especially since she has to comfort you after what they had done.

So, without saying anything more, she pulls you away from them. You were trembling, not much, but enough for her to notice. Her gaze didn't leave yours.

When you both are alone, her lips parted,

"Sweetheart, my apologies for not doing anything. How about i buy you your favorite drink when we get home?"

Miu Iruma:

The second she spotted you, she rushes over you and grabs you into her arms, leaving your ex with no time to react.

With her arms over you, she caresses the part your ex had touched, trying to get off the sensation that they left. She's trying to make sure you know that the arms that is over you right now is hers. Miu Iruma's.

Checking on your safety is her first priority on the list.

And bitching over your ex is the second.

"What the actual FUCK did you just do?! You could've give them some warnings before actually touching them with your disgusting, bare hands!"

She is pissed and she will not hide it.

She will not hesitate to make a scene.

I mean, you are hers! Bold of them to assume you want them back when she's literally right here! You're happy with her, right? There's no way you will choose them over her, right? Well, she's the Ultimate Inventor, you don't want anyone else but her, definitely.

She'll literally gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss her way out of this. Gaslighting your ex that they're sooo insecure that they have to crawl back to you, gatekeep you, and be a girlboss; leaving them breathless.

As she leads you leaving them behind with her hand on your waist, she smiles proudly of herself.

"I did great, didn't i, hot stuff?"

#miu iruma x reader #kaede akamatsu x reader #mukuro ikusaba x reader #danganronpa x reader #drv3 x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines

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sgrdoll · 2 years

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Bet on It

synopsis - aew star hook has a fascination with the pretty makeup artist backstage. his friend bets he can’t go an entire night without bothering her.

warnings - smut, fuckboy!hook, hook shamelessly yearning, ofc, sub!ofc, dom!hook, blowjob, face fucking

a/n - hi! i’m back again but with something a little different. i know this probably won’t be my most popular fic bc it’s such a niche fandom. however, i really like pro wrestling and i hope you all can enjoy this fic regardless of if you like it or not. love you guys!!!

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Tyler’s eyes narrowed when she walked across the room. The way she dressed made him want to throw his head back and groan.

He was leaned against the wall watching her do the makeup of some of the women that were going on tonight.

As far as he knew she was the head makeup artist for the company and did her job pretty damn good, always in a pair of heels with her hair perfectly done too.

The outfit she had on today was a little more revealing than what he was used to but he definitely didn’t mind. The baby pink skirt and matching top made her body look out of this fucking world.

Tyler had never needed to go to the makeup chair before so they had never officially crossed paths. However, he’s been watching her since the first time Cody brought his wrestling class to their first TV taping.

She’s always there, and she’s always working. Currently, she was talking to Britt while doing some crazy eyeshadow look on her that seemed impossibly difficult to him.

Ty could hear her giggle from where he was standing and he wanted nothing more than to go over there and drag her back to his private lockeroom and have his way with her.

“Again, man? You gotta leave her alone,” Dante Martin put a hand on his shoulder which Tyler immediately shrugged off.

He knew he was joking but it still hit a little too close to him. Tyler always wondered if she noticed him and the close eye he kept on her.

“Shut up. Don’t you have a top rope or something to jump off?” Tyler rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you just go talk to her,” Dante ignored his previous comment.

“What would I even say? ‘Oh hey, I’ve been staring at you for the past year and I want to do you in my hotel room?’”

Dante laughed, “You don’t obsess over a girl for an entire year and only want to fuck her. We both know you actually like her.”

Ty had never had a serious relationship before and didn’t desire it. He was very focused on his career and didn’t have time for any distractions, even ones with impossibly long legs and high cheek bones.

“That’s exactly why I can’t talk to her. I’m way too busy. I don’t have time to treat her like she deserves,” he grumbled back in response.

His friend grinned, “How can you say shit like that and not see it?”

“See what, asshole,” he hissed back.

“That you’re not going to be able to just stop thinking about her.”

“I could totally stop thinking about her if I wanted to. She’s like, like a side hobby,” Tyler responded a bit flustered.

“A side hobby?” Dante was hysterically laughing at this point.

“If she’s such a side hobby, let’s make a bet,” Dante said to him.

“Oh yeah? What kind of bet?” Tyler was intrigued at this point. He was never one to turn down a challenge. He stopped leaning on the wall and stood up straight.

“If you can leave her alone for the rest of the show - that means no looking at her, no standing by the makeup chairs, and no scaring off the rookies who try and flirt with her - I’ll pay for you to finish the rest of your sleeve,” Dante said slyly.

Tyler’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Dude, my tattoo artist is charging me $2500 in cash for that.”

“I know. But I’m almost positive you won’t win,” he laughed.

“What happens if I lose?” Ty inquired.

“I get your private lockeroom for 5 more Dynamites,” Dante responded matter of factly.

“Bro, my dad rents that out for me.”

“Yeah and everyone fucking hates you for it,” Dante added.

“Call me daddy’s money all you want but I get to do my pre-match ritual in silence, without you assholes screaming in my ear.”

“And that’s what I want.”

“Fine. You have a deal,” Tyler stuck his hand out and Dante shook it.

“There’s no way you’re winning,” Dante cackled while walking away from him.

Tyler walked to catering and tried not to think about her there without him. It was stupid really. She had been working there longer than he had and he was scared for her well-being.

He sighed and stabbed the chicken on his plate with a fork. It was going to be a long ass night.

Dynamite had started a couple of hours later and he had a match tonight, but for some reason he couldn’t focus.

Well, not some reason. He knew the exact reason, and she was most likely sucking on hard candy and playing on her phone in the backstage area.

Tyler tried hard to shake it off, he really did. But he couldn’t jepordize his match for some stupid bet.

His phone dinged and it was a text message from Dante.

Are you cracking yet, lover boy?

Tyler wanted to hurl his phone at the wall. He felt like he was going absolutely insane. He wanted to slap himself for allowing his attraction to her for getting this far.

Ty hated to admit it to himself, but he did actually like her. He liked her much more than a one night stand or a casual hookup.

He had been going backing forth between the pros and cons of just going to find her when the Bucks walked into his dressing room.

Tyler immediately stood up from his seated position when they walked in. He pulled himself together so he could talk to his bosses.

He stuck his hand out to shake theirs, “What can I do for you guys?”

After they finished shaking hands with each other Matt started talking, “It’s about your match tonight. Tony made a last minute decision for you to go over.”

Tyler’s face was one of surprise, “Like, win the TNT title?”

“Yeah,” Matt brushed over this news, “Sorry it’s on such short notice, kid.”

“No, don’t sweat it. I’m psyched,” Tyler tried to keep his cool.

“We figured you would be. Go change the finish with Sammy and you’ll be set. We watched you guys practice this morning and the match you have planned should stay the same. The only change we want is for you to tap him out,” Nick instructed the young talent.

“Of course. Thank you so much. This means a lot to me,” Tyler was very grateful for this opportunity but also incredibly nervous.

The group exchanged pleasantries for a while longer until they left the room. Ty could feel his heart speeding up. There was no way he could go out to win a title feeling like this.

His palms were sweating and despite the news he had his focus was still somewhere else. He checked his watch to see he had an hour and thirty minutes until he was gonna go out.

Fuck the bet.

There was no way in hell Ty was going to fuck up the biggest match of his career over a bet.

He threw a hoodie and sweats over his gear and stepped out of dressing room, already feeling the clouds clear out of his head.

Ty booked it to the makeup chairs like he was being chased.

He stopped just a few steps behind where she was lounging.

She was perched on one of the chairs with her legs swinging. She was on her phone with a cherry red sucker in her mouth, just as he suspected.

She was a sight for sore eyes and he felt relief wash over him knowing she was perfectly fine.

“Hey,” he said suddenly making her look up from her phone. His voice was a surprise to his own ears. He had never spoken to her and now was probably not the best time to start.

She looked up at him from her chair and took the sucker out of her mouth, “Hey.”

The way she was smiling at his made his chest ache, “I was wondering if you could fix my hair before my match. I totally slept on it wrong.”

She looked skeptical. Tyler knew he sounded stupid. His hair was probably the easiest in the world to manage. All he did was run a brush through it and call it a day.

“Of course. Hook, right?” She called him by his in ring name.

He chuckled as he sat down in her chair, “Yeah, but you can call me Tyler.”

When her fingers began to comb through his hair he wanted to groan.

“I’m Ariane, but everyone around her calls me Ari.”

He finally knew her name and it fit her perfectly. He could feel all of his nerves slipping from his body as she touched him. It was like she had some sort of magnetic aura that dissipated all of his anxiety.

He stayed quiet as she moved his hair every which way. Her long pink acrylics were perfectly scratching his scalp. Ty fought the urge to shiver and lean into her touch.

“What gear are you wearing tonight?” Ari asked.

“I’ve got the orange on tonight.”

“You always wear those,” she teased, “What about the chain?”

He pulled his gold chain out of his hoodie and showed her. He was impressed she knew he always wore a chain to the ring. It made Ty smile that Ari watched him maybe as much as he watched her.

She moved from behind him to get a better look at the chain.

Ari leaned in and touched the chain around his neck. Her tan fingers brushed against the pulse point on his neck. He closed his eyes and took in a breath. Her long dark extensions created a curtain between them and the outside world. Tyler wanted to feel her hands on him forever.

Their eyes locked for a second and she smiled at him in a way that made him want to bend her over his lap and make her start fucking counting.

He tried not to lose control of the situation. It felt like she was holding him in the palm of her hand.

“This is really nice. It’s different than the ones you usually wear,” Ariane said finally and stepping away from him.

His mouth twitched into a small smile, “You pay a lot of attention to my chains?”

“You’re the only guy on the roster who doesn’t ask for my advice on gear. I like to see what you’re wearing.”

“Well, this one was my dad’s in the 90’s. He wore it when he proposed to my mom,” Ty couldn’t figure out why he was volunteering this information. He kept most of his personal life to himself but she made him spill his guts with only a few words.

“And you’re wearing it to win your first title,” she must’ve noticed the look he gave her, “You tend to hear a lot when you’re doing an entire roster’s makeup and hair.”

“The chain is a good luck charm. It made my mom say yes, maybe it’ll keep me from fucking up any spots,” he joked.

“I’ve never seen you mess up a spot before,” Ari rolled her eyes adorably.

Tyler really wanted to grab her and kiss her. Actually, he wanted to do more than that, he wanted to take her back to his dressing room and flip up that impossibly tiny skirt and fuck her. He had to get himself back under control.

He took a deep breath and stood up. He was standing almost chest to chest with her. Ty had a few inches on her, even with her heels. He looked down at her parted lips and smiled.

“Next time you have any advice on my gear, you can come find me in my dressing room,” his words dripped with sexual innuendo that made her noticeably flustered.

He walked away from the makeup area and to gorilla. Ty stripped down into his gear and waited for the women’s match to end.

He felt way more confident than he had in his lockeroom. Tyler was calm, satiated even. He talked to Ari for the first time ever and even flirted with her. He could comfortably take her off of his mind for now.

He was ready to go out there and have the best match of his life.

Even though he felt on top of the world, he still felt anxiety pooled in his belly. Any person in their right mind would.

This is going to be his first title run and he wants it to be amazing.

“Hey,” Sammy grabbed his shoulder, “The Bucks wanted me to come talk about the match with you.”

His calm attitude didn’t last long when he heard Sammy’s voice. Sammy Guevera was not an easy person to be around. Almost everyone on the roster hated him, besides his equally annoying wife, Tay.

“Yeah. All we have to do is keep the same combinations until the last three minutes. They want a submission victory so I was thinking you try for a frog splash and I catch you midair. I’ll give you a couple of suplexes and then put you in the redrum.”

“Whatever,” sammy rolled his eyes like the asshole he is, “I’m still pissed they sprung this on me last minute.”

“Maybe it’s because you called one of the most experienced veterans in the back a jobber,” Ty spit back at him.

Just because they had a match did not mean they had to like each other.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Sammy grumbled while walking away.

As the semi-main event ended with Britt holding her championship with a confident smirk on her face. He felt like his chest was on fire the closer it got to his match.

Tyler stood up and took a deep breath. He had seven minutes until his entire life would be changed.

He knew he had to go out first and stood at the curtain.

The match went off without a hitch. Tyler was surprised considering Sammy kept giving him stiff punches and slapping him in the face.

Ty kept it professional, though and managed to finish the match without actually beating the shit out of him.

He walked to the back with the TNT titled draped over his shoulder as the backstage personnel and Tony Khan gave him a standing ovation.

His dad was the first person to hug him and tell him how proud he was. Tyler fought tears when they embraced.

He thanked everyone profusely and spoke to Tony privately about how grateful he was.

Ty was in the middle of picking up his sweats and hoodie when Dante came into view. He mentally groaned, he was going to get so much shit from him.

Dante wrapped gave Tyler a hug and when he pulled away he smiled, “Couldn’t do it could ya, champ?”

“Fuck off,” Tyler groaned, “It was the only way that match wasn’t gonna be shit. It was impossible to focus with her on my mind.”

“You sound like a fucking love sick puppy,” Dante laughed at him.

“Yeah yeah. What are we doing to celebrate?” Ty smirked at his friend.

“I’ve got some of the boys together and we can go grab drinks downtown. This is my first time in Nashville so I think Bowens is picking.”

“Sounds great. Let me go take a quick shower,” he replied walking away.

“Enjoy that private shower while it lasts!” Dante called from behind him.

Tyler just flipped him off and kept walking to his dressing room. He really was dreading giving it away for five weeks.

Just before he made it to his lockeroom he saw Ari leaning against the wall next to the his dressing room door texting on her phone.

“Hey,” he smiled at her.

She looked up at him, “Hey, champ. That was a great match. Congratulations.”

Her smiled was so genuine and happy it made his heart flutter a little bit, “Thanks. Hey, some of the guys are going out to celebrate. Wanna come with?”

Tyler watched as her green eyes lit up at the prospect of going out with him.

“I’d love to, but before I think you told me I should come into your lockeroom when I had any thoughts about your gear,” she gave him a sultry look through her false eyelashes.

His mouth quirked into a smile, “Yeah, and what is it you wanna say about my gear, doll?”

“I think it would look much better off,” she had an innocent look in her eyes despite the words she was saying.

This turned him onto no end. He didn’t even bother to say anything else, he just opened the door and pulled her inside.

He quickly locked the door and pressed her against it. Their lips touched and it felt like his skin was buzzing against her own.

He kissed a trail down her neck. He sucked and nipped at the delicate skin until there was a distinct hickey.

“Such a fucking tease all the time, hm? All those tiny little outfits” He said against her neck.

Tyler could hear her shaky breathing and the occasional whimper.

He smiled against her skin and finally pulled away, “If you want to stop, just say so.”

With that he tugged her over to the couch and pulled her onto his lap.

Their mouths were on one another’s in an instant. Their lips moved in a feverish manner, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.

Ari was the first to pull away, “Let me properly congratulate you on your win, champ.”

She slinked down to her knees in front of him and put her hands on his bare thighs.

Tyler’s hand ran through her hair and Ari spoke again, “It’s a wonder it’s taken you this long to say something.”

He looked down at her in confusion as she started to palm him through his shorts, “I’ve seen you stand at my makeup station for months and stare at my ass. That’s why I’m dressed like this tonight.”

She kissed his thigh and whispered, “Just for you.”

Tyler finally said something, “Dressing like a whore at work just to impress me? I’m honored, baby.”

Ari rested her head against his thigh and stared at his hard on still confined in his pants.

Ty wrapped a hand in her and forced her to sit up properly, “Are you gonna let the champ fuck your face doll?”

She nodded eagerly, “Please fuck my face Tyler.”

He didn’t have to hear anymore, he pulled his cock out, “Stick your tongue out.”

Ariane shivered at his dominant voice and did what she was told.

He used his hand that was wrapped in her hair to guide her down his cock. Ty slowly sunk his cock in her mouth and groaned out when she made it to the base.

She began gagging a little bit and he let her pull off, “You’re so big,” she whimpered.

Ty thought she looked so cute like this, almost frustrated she couldn’t take him all the way down her throat, “You’ll make it work, baby.”

She wrapped her lips around his tip and looked up at him to signal that she was ready for him to continue

He started bobbing her head up and down his cock. His groans made her even wetter than she was.

Ty kept cursing in his deep voice and watched as he fingers snaked in between her legs and underneath her skirt.

“Cant even handle sucking cock without something inside you? Fucking hell,” he chastised her while moving her head faster.

He threw his head back when she started swirling her tongue around his length.

“Fuck,” Ty said aloud, “I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat.”

She nodded her head around him to assure him it was okay. Somehow he forced her to choke his cock down even faster.

Ari sucked impossibly hard and his hips bucked up into her mouth right before he came. She felt his hot seed shoot down her throat in long spurts and whimpered around him.

When he was finished with her he took her off of him.

They both stopped for a moment, him breathless and her with spit around her mouth and tears in her eyes.

“Come here,” he said while putting his shorts back on properly.

Ari obediently sat in the couch next to him before he grabbed her waist and sat her on his lap.

His arms wrapped around her, “We don’t have to go out with them tonight. We can go back to my hotel room and talk or something. I don’t want you to think I wanted this as a one time thing.”

Her voice was hoarse when she first started talking, “Today is a big day for you. You deserve to go out and celebrate.”

“Did you drive here?” He asked, ignoring her last comment.

“No, I ubered, why?”

“I’ll drive you back to the hotel then. Or the bar, it whatever you want, baby,” he smiled at her warmly.

She whined, “I can’t let you not celebrate you’re first title win. I’ll come with you to the bar and we can talk about all of this later.”

Tyler kissed the crown of Ari’s, “You know this wasn’t a one time thing for me, right? I want to have something real for you.”

She lifted her gaze to his, “Then we’re on the same page.”

#aew smut #hook smut #aew #wrestling #smut #fluff #angst #hook aew #dante martin #jon moxley #aew fluff #pro wrestling #hook x ofc #ofc #dom!sub #sub!ofc #dom!hook #au

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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months

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poly triple cone cup competitors smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (27/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | super epic | epic

character(s) ; capsaicin cookie, kouign-amann cookie, prune juice cookie

outline ; “poly smut hcs for the triple come cup competitors? like all of them and reader? im over 18”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, oral sex, implied foursomes, threesomes, lingerie, sexting, belly bulging, implied public sex acts

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

let’s establish the basics here: capsaicin is a mean dominant, prune juice is a versatile switch, and kouign-amann is a service switch who can be a soft dominant or an obedient submissive depending on her mood

kouign-amann prefers to wear and see others in prettier types of lingerie — so like pink nighties, virgin-killer jumpers and things along those lines are what you can expect to see her in when she’s feeling especially needy

capsaicin doesn’t care what you wear because it will all just end up torn and discarded anyway by the time he’s done — naked is best for him and bonus points if you just stroll up to him in the nude and ask for a quickie

prune juice prefers either darker styles of sexy clothes (translucent lingerie, leather) but he also gets hard seeing you wearing his clothing and nothing else — so his shirt and no underwear is a quick way to get in his good books

it’s rare that all four of you end up having sex at the same time because your libidos all differ — kouign’s is low-average, prune juice’s is a bit above average and capsaicin is basically always horny

so usually you’re getting bent over and fucked by one of the boys — or both, if the mood strikes them — whilst kougin watches and checks in to make sure you’re all okay (she always helps with after care as well, the star)

capsaicin prefers to use the concubine position with you, the mating press with prune juice and will let kouign ride him — but he’s always the one doing the penetrating because he loves being able to turn you all dumb and fucked-out

prune juice, meanwhile will use missionary or spooning with you and kouign — preferring the intimacy of both positions — and he’s open to penetrating or being penetrated

kouign is pretty neutral about what position you’re in as long as you’re having fun — but the mating press and doggy are two of her favourites if she’s in the mood to be properly dominated, whilst missionary and riding are two of her favourites to use when she’s feeling more dominant herself

she’s also happy to be fucked or to use a strap on anyone if they ask her to — so long as she’s in the right mood

the three of you will quite regularly exchange nudes and videos of yourselves having sex in a secure group chat you made for the purpose

capsaicin sends the most pictures by far (which none of you complain about) and they’re mostly post workout or post-fuck pictures or just videos of his cock filling one of you over and over again — he also has a bit of a thing for belly bulging so he has many many pictures of that

kouign doesn’t send many videos unless asked (and then they’re usually if her masturbating) but she does send a couple of random tit pics throughout the day — usually showing off the new lingerie she’s bought and worn out — with the rare exception being between matches in a tournament when she revealed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and the three of you flocked over to her because it would be impossible to ignore a blatant plea like that

prune juice will occasionally send a picture of his erection straining through his robes, but he mostly just pops up in other people’s videos when he’s fucking them or being fucked by them — mostly in capsaicin’s spam but it’s always a pleasure to see his gaping mouth and cum filled ass pop up on your screen every now and then

when it comes to threesomes: prune juice and capsaicin tend to sandwich you, capsaicin and kouign tend to spit roast you (he fucks you whilst you eat her out), and prune juice and kouign tend to adopt a position where one of them is riding your face whilst the other fucks your hole (or, alternatively, have one riding your dick/strap whilst the other fucks you — but either way you’ll be laying down)

kouign praises you a lot and it’s all very soft and genuine, prune juice gives a very blatant commentary that can come across as humiliating at times whilst using some praise, and capsaicin will happily mix in degradation and praise to leave you flustered and speechless

whenever two or more of you have gone at it, no matter who was or wasn’t involved, everyone is helping out with aftercare — cleaning everyone up, fetching foods and dealing with any injuries if they’re discovered because, at the end of the day, you’re all partners and you take care of each other

kouign is loud and usually doesn’t offer much in terms of actual commentary other than stuttered praise and pleas

prune juice is quiet but is very vocal, being very blunt about how good you feel and talking about everything you’re doing until he’s no longer able to do anything but let out breathy moans and cusses

capsaicin is unapologetically loud and offers plenty of degrading comments that would even make most pervs turn pink — he doesn’t care who hears him moaning and grunting and groaning and calling you his ‘good boy/girl/pet’ because he has pretty much zero shame

related to the above but capsaicin will 100% make passes at you all in public (both comments and groping) — which mortifies kouign-amann and amuses (and flusters) prune juice

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch #smut #smut hcs #poly smut #poly x reader #poly crk x reader #crk smut #crk x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run smut #poly cookie run x reader #capsaicin cookie x kougin amann cookie x prune juice cookie x reader #capsaicin cookie smut #kouign amann cookie smut #prune juice cookie smut

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resident-gay-bitch · 11 months

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God. Dumb idea. Probably done before BUT;

Eddie and Steve initiate a game of gay chicken (if you don’t know what that is, it’s where two straight guys pretend to be gay with each other’s for as long as it takes for one of them yo break and stop) (I know it’s kids homophobic and dumb, but written by a queer person for the funnies would make it so good. I would write but I have SO many wips) after Robin or someone made a comment about Eddie’s overly flirtatious mannerisms and Steve’s homoerotic jock-havior matching up.

Like, maybe they’re both closeted (or both out to Rob, but she’s not telling either of them that the other is gay too and so into him because this is HILARIOUS) and so into each other but the go bout this in the dumbest way. They both act impossibly “straight” all the time, only to pull out the gayest most romantic, flustering, horny, poetic ass lines and pretend it all means Nothing, when really it means Everything.

And like, this goes on for Months, back and forth flirting and ass slapping and pressing up against one another and almost kisses with cheeky smirks until one of them just Breaks.

HE CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE! the tension is killing him and every time they walk away he feels this impending sense of longing that breaks his heart. So maybe one time when one leans in for a tease almost kiss, he just actually kisses him. Or maybe he pulls out waxen poetic love confessions, and the other keeps laughing it off until it gets a little too serious. Or maybe (if it’s Eddie that can’t take it) Eddie brings Steve home to Wayne and introduces him as his serious boyfriend and Wayne has seen the flirting and he knows Ed’s gay so he just hugs Steve and gives them the safe sex talk, and Eddie sits and listens like they’re actually together and Steve’s bugging out about it!

Idk, I just think this could be really funny.

If anyone writes this, tag me or let me know so I can read? Thank!!!

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sincerely-sofie · 1 month

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I’m not that good at writing, but I wanted to make this little fic-let to just get the idea out.

Ark has two shadows: the one that naturally follows him when he’s in the light, and the other is the paradox, still-demented past version of himself.

He was quite surprised when he first spotted the Paradox — alike to him, but with blue eyes that seemed dulled, his posture rigid and twisted near uncomfortably, a sunken form as if he was starved. The Paradox regarded Ark with cold eyes that could freeze and burn its victims at the same time. That glare continued to exist as the days passed. Ark felt it as he strolled through town, as he ventured into a dungeon with Twig, everywhere — even when The Paradox wasn’t visible. When he was, his stance never changed. The Paradox was his own monument of searing anger and promises of suffering.

What Ark was grateful for was that The Paradox didn’t acknowledge Twig’s existence — like she was never even present. That fact once made him wonder if the Paradox was even tangible, but the answer was swiftly revealed once the I’ll version of himself bumped into branch. The branch moved, The Paradox flinched, and Ark concluded that he would have preferred the theorized hallucination instead. He could easily ignore The Paradox if so, but it was impossible to completely feign ignorance when the possibility of this malicious entity striking at his loved one was real. The Paradox, however, completely ignored Twig, and then completely disappeared some time after Opal had hatched from her egg. Ark’s eyes constantly shot around the area at times, despite the knowledge that he would sense The Paradox before a visual could even develop. He was familiar with the fact that The Paradox wouldn’t physically manifest as anything but a shadow when other Pokémon were around. The patterns weren’t enough to satisfy his worries, and it was only until six months in that Ark had let himself drop his guard.

Seven months in, Ark senses the dread and the anger, but it’s not near him: It’s right next to Opal as she sleeps.

Ark doesn’t process how he got to the nursery, he’s just there, just in time to see The Paradox lift up the sleeping infant from her crib. The Paradox looks at his daughter with the same malicious intent that Ark once held specifically for Twig. Something comes over him, melting and encasing him as rips Opal from The Paradox’s arms. Ark doesn’t remember how The Paradox ended up crashing into floor, staring up at him with wide eyes. Opal is held close to his chest, hidden away from the self that Ark hates so much. He hates what he was. He hates what he had done. There is nothing in him that Ark could give The Paradox, except contempt.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Ark snaps, his sharp teeth knocking together in what must be rage and contempt. “Do not lay a single, wretched finger on her.”

“Wretched?” The Paradox hisses, rising up to stand.

“Wretched,” Ark spits, venom dripping from his voice. “We both know what you are. We both know what you’ve done and what you’re capable of. Something like you shouldn’t be in the presence of either this child or Twig.”

The Paradox’s glare falls, staring back at Ark searching eyes. Those same blue eyes shift into fury as The Paradox’s body becomes sharper.

“I’m you,” The Paradox hisses. “We’re the same person regardless of your willful ignorance. Don’t pretend you aren’t just as wretched just because you gave up on what was supposed to be ours. You’re the still. You’re still me.”

There’s something in Ark that shrivels inside him, contorting in discomfort and disgust. The Paradox’s eyes dull impossibly further, but Ark can tell their eyes match.

“Get out,” Ark snarls, and after a pause, The Paradox obeys.

Opal’s form changes to mirror his own as she nuzzles against him, and Ark barely holds back the instinct to push her away.

She shouldn’t get dirty. He feels like filth.

This was a phenomenal piece that I am so blessed to have laid eyes on, Anon!!! I’m sorry I didn’t get to it earlier— it must have been nerve-wracking to send in something so heartfelt and not get a reply very fast. Rest assured I’m saving the writing you sent forever and ever and treasuring it like the most precious gem in the world.

Now then. I’m gonna need the names, faces, and places of residence for everyone who convinced you your writing is in any way inadequate. ⚔️

EDIT: I forgot to say that it was absolutely A-OK to send the piece in via my ask box! Don’t worry for even a second about it!

#the present is a gift fanart #the present is a gift au #pmd darkrai #pokémon mystery dungeon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd eos #pmd2 #pmd #sofie answers asks #stuff by sofie

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sequinsmile-x · 6 months

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Overture

It’s only when they get level with the picnic tables Jack had told her about that morning, the Capitol building coming into view in the background, that it clicks, when the discomfort she’d felt since they arrived suddenly makes sense.

This was where she’d met with Ian.

-x-

Hi friends!

This is based on an anon I got asking for a fic where Emily has a panic attack/PTSD attack and Aaron comforts her. I immediately got an idea for this one, so here we are.

I hope you like this <3

-x-

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, PTSD

Words: 3.1k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Before Aaron and Jack, going to the park would never have been Emily’s ideal way of spending a Saturday.

If she was honest, it still wasn’t. It wasn’t the park that appealed to her, nor the heat of the midday sun beating down on her, but spending time with them. Her Hotchner boys who had helped pull her back together after she thought it was impossible to do so. Their matching smiles she couldn’t say no to and their unending kindness apparently all she’d needed to feel at home again in a place she’d been torn from, her life left in torn-up pieces around her, frayed edges she would have said, not long ago, were impossible to repair.

It was slow at the start. The ease she felt around them something she’d put down to chance at first. She’d bumped into them at the mall. She’d been there shopping, exposure therapy she was forcing herself through to get used to crowds again, and she’d found them buying shoes for Jack, the little boy going through a seemingly endless growth spurt. She’d found out since that Aaron had sensed her unease, that he’d seen through her carefully constructed facade and fake smile, and he asked her to stay with them, feigning ignorance on what shoes his son needed as he asked for her advice. It gradually became a regular thing. All of her spare time was spent with them, weekends and evenings that had once been full of nothing but anxiety and silence, her eyes fixed on her front door as if a ghost would burst through it and kill her, the smell of whiskey and cigar smoke never far away, now full of them.

Soccer games she’d watch intently just to see Jack attempt to score. Evening meals that she’d pretend to help with even though in reality she’d sit there with a glass of wine and gently make fun of Aaron. Low-stakes, gentle, family movies that she knows Aaron would pick for them as well as Jack, both of them at their limit for anything more serious once work was done for the day.

If she was asked, she’d never be able to explain what made her kiss him one evening, why all of a sudden not kissing him seemed impossible. The magnetic pull he’d had on her for longer than she’d care to admit so strong that she could no longer resist it. He hadn’t hesitated in kissing her back, not even a second of no response before he held her closer, as if he’d been waiting for her to make the first move.

With anyone else, she’s sure it would terrify her that they had moved so quickly. That she’d be struck with fear that she all but lived with Aaron and Jack only a few months since they officially got together, that the fact she’d told Aaron I love you on their first date, and that he’d repeated it back to her immediately, would fill her with anxiety. But it didn’t. It felt right. Like everything she’d been through, every awful thing she thought she wouldn’t survive, had been leading to this. To them.

So, even if her choice would have been to stay snuggled up in bed with her boyfriend, Jack tucked up in between them as they slept for a little longer, she dragged herself out of bed because it was what the little boy wanted. She’d slathered her boys in sunscreen, her eyes narrowed at Aaron as he made a joke that he’d never met someone who took sun protection so seriously, and let them pick the park they were going to spend the morning in.

Jack told her that he liked this one. That it had the best swings, and a picnic area with big round tables, a glint in his eyes that Aaron said hadn’t existed before when he mentioned the ice cream truck that was nearby.

She can’t explain it, but as they get closer to the park she starts to feel uneasy. A familiar tightness builds in her chest that she doesn’t understand as Aaron parks the car. Jack releases himself from his seat and is out of the car only seconds after Aaron turns off the engine. Aaron chuckles, shaking his head at his son as he opens his door.

“Jack, no running off,” he says sternly, and Jack nods, standing perfectly still as he waits for them. Aaron turns back to Emily and frowns, picking up on the tension rolling off his girlfriend like a bitter perfume, “Sweetheart,” he says, placing his hand on her knee, his concern only deepening when she jumps and looks at him, “Are you okay?”

She nods, because she doesn’t know why she isn’t, doesn’t know how to explain that she feels like her body is remembering something she doesn’t. She smiles and leans forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m fine,” she says, smiling as she pulls back, “Let’s go get your son before he explodes with excitement.”

Emily climbs out of the car and stands by Jack’s side, offering her hand to him and smiling as he immediately grabs it, his hand warm in hers. Aaron joins them, walking alongside them as Jack talks at her, reciting facts he’d told her a hundred times and that she’d happily listen to a hundred more.

This was where she’d met with Ian. Where he’d threatened the team, the man she’d one day love and his son who she loved as her own.

Suddenly, she can’t feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, or Jack’s clammy hand in hers. She’s cold, chilled to the bone as if winter was on the horizon and not several months away. She’s frozen on the spot, the pull of her arm as Jack continues to move forward barely registering as her eyes remain fixed on the metal round table in front of her, two abandoned to-go coffee cups staring back at her, almost mocking her in the way they tip over in the light summer breeze, as empty as her chest feels as she struggles to breathe. She isn’t aware of anything around her, her body numb as she feels like she’s freezing from the inside out, the phantom of the cold, hard plastic of her glock pressed into her skin, making her palm itch.

The faint smell of sunscreen that had lingered on Jack’s skin disappears, it’s replaced by whiskey and smoke, something that had long since meant danger and fear to her. She’s stuck there, reliving the moment when her life had changed forever again and again as she’s unable to pull herself out of it, her eyes still fixed on the empty coffee cups on the table where she’d once sat opposite the man who had killed her.

She’s snapped out of it. Her lungs immediately fill as she gasps, sucking in air as she feels a warm palm on her cheek, her body tense as her eyes lock with Aaron’s. She tries to breathe in again but can’t, her chest aching as she can’t exhale, her lungs so full she thinks they might burst.

“Emily, sweetheart,” he says, sounding much calmer than he feels, his other hand reaching for one of hers and placing it on his chest, purposely exaggerating his own breathing to try and encourage hers, “I’ve got you. Just try and breathe with me, okay?” He says and she nods, closing her eyes as she rests her forehead on his, “Good, don’t worry about anything else. It’s just you and me.”

She swallows thickly, the feeling painful and sharp as she tries to push down her fear but she can’t. Instead, she focuses on Aaron. On his hand wrapped tightly around hers as he holds her palm to his chest, the smell of him and his cologne. How warm his skin is even through his polo shirt. Balmy and comforting and safe. She slowly comes back to herself, the sound of the park filtering back in, children’s laughter as they play washing over her, a reminder from the universe that good things still exist. She grasps at Aaron’s polo shirt, fisting it in her palm as she pulls him closer, sinking into his embrace as he pulls her into a hug.

“I’ve got you,” he says, kissing the top of her head as he gathers her to his chest, “Do you want to go home?”

She pulls back to look at him, “Jack was excited about this,” she croaks out, her voice not sounding like her own, “He was looking forward to this.”

If she hadn’t just had a panic attack right in front of him, her entire body frozen in spot whilst she saw something he couldn’t, he’d laugh. Her constant need to put others ahead of herself one of the many things he loved about her.

“Sweetheart,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “Jack understands,” he says, looking back at his son who steps closer and nods, a look of concern on his face that matches his father’s which makes her ache. Guild and love mixing in her belly to make her nauseous, “Right, buddy?”

Jack nods, “If you’re sick Emily we should go home.”

She grasps at Aaron again, wondering what she’d missed during her panic attack, what conversation between father and son that she hadn’t heard despite being right there. She looks back at the table for a second before she looks back at them, her present and her future so much more important than her past.

“Yeah,” she says, clearing her throat when her voice shakes, “I’d like to go home please.”

It didn’t occur to her until much later that home meant wherever the two of them were.

___

He gives her space.

It’s the last thing he wants to do, fighting against every instinct in his body as he sends her to bed alone, giving her the space he knows she needs. He tries not to think of how she goes without argument, a sure sign she wasn’t feeling herself, or how she’d shivered in the car all the way home despite the warm weather and the sweater of his he’d pulled from his go-bag in the trunk.

He spends time with Jack, and explains to him that something, although he didn’t know what, had scared Emily, telling him in terms that the young boy would understand what had happened. He compares it to how loud noises can sometimes still spook Jack, reminding him of what he’d heard as he lay quietly in the trunk in Aaron’s old office all those years ago.

Aaron swears his heart breaks as Jack gently asks if they can find out what had scared Emily to make sure they protected her from it in the future, his wide eyes concerned as he thought of the woman who was so often the place they found their strength.

Jessica picks Jack up early in the afternoon, a plan they’d had for weeks so Jack could spend the evening with her and Roy whilst Emily and Aaron had some time alone. Aaron convinces his son to go, assuring him that Emily will be fine, and that he’ll look after her, and he does a few chores once Jack is gone.

Eventually, he walks towards his bedroom, making sure his steps are slow and steady, announcing his arrival long before he knocks on the door.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently as he pushes the door open slightly and looks at his girlfriend, his heart aching as he sees her lying on the bed, her arms wrapped around his pillow, his sweater still hanging loose around her shoulders, “Do you need anything? I could cook whatever you want.”

She shakes her head and smiles at him, feeling the shake to it as she clears her throat, “No, thank you,” she says, the idea of eating anything turning her stomach. She sits up and she looks at him. His hand is tight on the door handle, his shoulders tense as he purposely holds himself back, and she untucks one of her arms from around his pillow, “Come sit with me for a bit?”

He doesn’t wait for her to change her mind or for her to ask again. He’s across the room in a second, joining her on the bed. He purposely gives her space, not getting too close to her, but she reaches out for him, linking her fingers through his as she squeezes his hand tightly.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” she says, “I…,” she drifts off again, unsure how to put it into words, how to explain to him what happened, so she settles on the thing she can make sense of, “I’m sorry Jack saw me like that.”

He wraps his arms around her, grateful that she sinks into him, and he presses a kiss to her forehead, “You have nothing to apologise for, baby,” he assures her, kissing her forehead again, “I spoke to him, he understands what happened.”

She chuckles bitterly as she pulls away, wiping at her cheeks as she pushes away tears that she’s furious at herself for slipping free.

“Does he?” she says, shaking her head, “Because I don’t,” she blows out a steady breath and presses her lips into a firm line, “We were at the park, we were meant to have fun and pretend we weren’t going to buy Jack ice cream before lunch,” she wipes away another tear, “But then I…I thought I was better.”

He knows the feeling, the disappointment that would weigh heavily on his chest when he felt like he had a setback. How a nightmare that would tear him from sleep after months of not having one would make him feel like he was right back where he started, his chest aching and barely held together, blood seeping from his freshly stitched wounds as despair filled his lungs. He’d feel like he’d made no progress, like he was still back in the hospital bed where he’d last seen Haley alive, right up until Emily reached for him. Half asleep and blearily reaching out for him as she pulled him into her embrace, offering him a safe space to come back to himself, to remind himself of what he had now.

He knew he did the same for her, that their pasts meant they could only truly understand each other.

“You are better,” he says firmly, his voice full of love as he encourages her to look at him, his hand on her cheek as he guides her back a little, “One day like this doesn’t undo everything else, okay?” He asks, and she nods even though she isn’t sure. He’d never lied to her, and she knows he won’t start now, so she trusts him even though right now she couldn’t trust herself. “Do you know what caused it?”

She swallows thickly as she nods, blowing out a slow breath as she closes her eyes, “You know I told you that I met with Ian before…before everything went to hell? And he threatened you and Jack and everyone else?”

Aaron nods, remembering the conversation they’d had back when they were kidding themselves that they were just friends, “Yeah, you met him in a park…”

She watches as it clicks in his head, his words fading as his jaw clenches, irritation at himself burning in his gut.

“Aaron-”

“I am so sorry, sweetheart,” he says, shaking his head at himself, his grip on her tightening, “I should have-”

“You should have what?” She asks, raking her fingers through his hair, smiling softly as it flops back into place, “Known what park I met him in even though I never told you? Scoped out every park to see if my terrorist ex was ever there?”

He hates that she’s trying to make light of it, as if seeing her frozen in place, so consumed by fear, terrified of a ghost he hadn’t been able to see, hadn’t broken him.

“Em.”

She smiles sadly and nods and she rests her forehead against his, “I mean it,” she says, softly stamping her lips against his, “You couldn’t have known.”

He sighs and runs his hand up and down her back, “We’ll never go back there.”

“You and Jack love that park,” she says, kissing his jaw before she pulls back, “You told me that this morning.”

He tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “We love you more,” he says, and she smiles in response, her first real one since before they’d left the apartment that morning. It fades as quickly as it blooms, the seeds of it not quite ready to plant or take root yet, the gloom of that morning still in the dark shadows of their eyes, “How can I help?”

She rests her head on his shoulder and encourages him to wrap his arms around her as tightly as he can.

“Just hold me,” she says, sinking into his embrace as far as she can, letting his warmth replace the chill she still could feel from earlier, “And maybe tell me a story?”

He chuckles lightly as he lays down and pulls her with him, pulling the covers over them even though he’s slightly too warm for it, “A story?”

“Distract me,” she says, pressing her face into his neck, “Tell me something good.”

He runs his hand up and down her arm, thinking for a moment before he smiles, “There was once a prince called Aaron, and a brave knight called Emily-”

She laughs and pulls back to look at him, her eyebrow raised at him, “Seriously?”

“My son is six,” he says, “Fairytales are the best I can do.”

She presses her lips together to suppress her smile and lays her head back down, “At least I’m the brave knight, I guess.”

“You could never be anything else,” he says, kissing her forehead, “Now are you going to listen or are you going to interrupt again?”

“I’m listening,” she promises, closing her eyes, and letting him take over all of her senses.

“Good,” he says, kissing her one more time, “There was once a prince called Aaron, and a brave knight called Emily…”

She listens as he tells a diluted version of their story. A version where the bad guys never win, not even for a moment, and the good guys always prevail no matter what.

She falls asleep, content and safe in his arms, happy in the knowledge that her story was nowhere near its end, but just at its beginning.

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For the daemons AU, the two daemons' shenanigans during the library punishment where Wei Wuxian aids and abets them while Lan Wangji gamely tries to pretend he doesn't see anything?

Lan Wangji has a shameless daemon.

He knows of no remedy for this plight, for his daemon Yuchen (Wangji’s very soul in the shape of a beast, the essence of his own inner self) no longer obeys his commands. According to her, no Lan daemon can keep itself in check in the presence of a beloved one; and since Wei Ying is evidently Wangji’s fated person, made and matched for him in every way, Yuchen sees no need to maintain proper courtesy when Wangji and Wei Ying are alone.

She refuses to ignore Wei Ying’s Qingwan, even after Lan Wangji kneels by her side and begs her to leave the impossible creature alone. Qingwan is friendly with most of the daemons—and people—that Wei Ying knows, so he has noticed nothing strange about Yuchen’s queer behavior towards him; but Wangji is afraid that Yuchen will behave familiarly with Qingwan in public if she continues thus, and then his desperate efforts to conceal his feelings will be over.

“That is my goal.” Yuchen tells him one day, not unkindly. “He likes you, does he not? Why leave the poor boy in fear that his intended hates him?”

“Wei Ying is not a Lan, so he cannot possibly think of me as his intended so early. And if you would not pounce on his daemon every time we meet in private, then perhaps he and I could begin a proper friendship!” Lan Wangji snaps. “I do not deny that I care for him—how could I deny it? It is only that your impropriety is making everything worse.”

“And yet you will say nothing of your heart to him!” sighs Yuchen. “You have forced me to this trespass, Wangji. Do you think Elder Sister would have behaved any differently if Huan-ge had tried to deny Nie Mingjue?”

“Sister Yulan has never acted against Xiongzhang’s will. And anyway, Brother was four when he and Nie Mingjue met. It is acceptable for a child’s daemon to behave inappropriately, since the child is young and knows no better. But you—”

“I am you,” Yuchen says incorrigibly. “I have done nothing to Wei Ying’s Qingwan that you have not wished to do to Wei Ying yourself a hundred times over.”

Lan Wangji chokes and bites back a scream of frustration. He has not had a screaming fit in years—not since he was three years old, when the elders discovered that he had found a way to remain with his mother by sneaking Yuchen into the Jingshi—but quarreling with one’s own spirit is the most galling thing Lan Wangji has ever endured, and Yuchen does not seem remotely likely to give up.

Nevertheless, Lan Wangji endures, avoiding Wei Ying’s company when the other boy is alone and rejoicing in it when Brother or Jiang Wanyin are at hand to keep Yuchen from disgracing herself.

But then Wei Ying is punished with lines for suggesting a new cultivation path (a dark path he called the guidao, having thought about it in sufficient detail to give it a name), and Lan Wangji is charged with the duty of supervising him.

“I cannot fulfill this responsibility,” he pleads, when Xiongzhang informs him of his new task. “Xiongzhang, please. Wangji begs to be excused.”

“Is Wei-gongzi so bothersome that you cannot even bear to be near him?” his brother asks, perplexed. “If he has been troubling you, then...”

“No! He has not been troubling me. The issue is nothing of his making, but I cannot go. It is impossible.”

At this, a light, sibilant voice speaks up from his brother’s collar.

“It is not,” Yulan rebukes him gently, lifting her scaled head from the warmth of Lan Xichen’s neck. “My meimei does not share your opinion, and since Yuchen is the heart of you, I will trust in her. Xichen, comfort our didi; but Uncle has given him a task, and the task must be fulfilled.”

Lan Xichen comforts him accordingly, fussing over Wangji until he escapes from the Hanshi with a pocketful of almond biscuits and Yuchen purring with mirth at his side.

After that, he goes straight to the library, hoping against hope that Yuchen will manage to control herself for the next shichen and a half.

But ten minutes later, Qingwan is showing Yuchen how to leap along the tops of the bookshelves without toppling them, and Wei Wuxian is laughing at the two daemons’ antics from below.

“Don’t be so angry with Yuchen,” he teases, as Lan Wangji fumes over the precepts he was copying—for since his misbehaving daemon and all her faults were an inseparable part of him, he had decided to address her lack of discipline by punishing himself for his own. “Lan Zhan, aren’t we still young? We haven’t come of age yet, and your soul is still a youth’s soul. Why shouldn’t Yuchen play?”

“If Yuchen wishes to play, there is a full mountain outdoors where she may make free as she likes,” Lan Wangji says stiffly. “She has been rebellious of late, but your daemon still obeys you. Get Qingwan to stop provoking her.”

“My daemon is obeying me! I want to play, even if you don’t, so Qingwan’s just fulfilling my desires on my behalf.”

Suddenly, Wei Ying frowns and glances over at Lan Wangji’s sheet of parchment. “Ah? Why are you copying rules, Er-gege?”

“Shameless!” Lan Wangji cries, despite himself; but on the high shelf over Wei Ying’s head, he hears Yuchen purring with glee like a cat that had been fed with the best cream. “I—I am not. I was merely practicing calligraphy. I could not think of anything else to write.”

“Aiyah, how unfortunate! You have such beautiful calligraphy, so why waste it on something so dull? Aren’t we in the library? There must be plenty of poems you can copy, Lan Zhan. Look—” and here he turns around and draws a slim volume of poetry from the shelf at his back, thumping it down onto Lan Wangji’s writing table. “This one’s by your clan founder! He must have written most of your sect precepts, right? So, copying his poetry would be just as good.”

Helpless, Lan Wangji takes the book of poetry and opens it. He cannot insist on copying the sect laws without Wei Ying growing suspicious—for his beloved is sharp-witted, sharp-witted and wise, and it is nothing short of a miracle that Lan Wangji has contrived to hide his affection for him—so he picks a verse at random and settles down to copy it out.

But as luck would have it, Wei Ying happened to pick up the book of poems dedicated to Lan An’s wife; and since Lan An had loved his wife dearly, and built a clan on the strength of that love, every verse is so sincerely sentimental that Lan Wangji feels his ears burn.

Qingtian carves me a new heart with the birth of each new dawn, Lan An had written, about twenty years after his marriage and the founding of the Lan sect. And every heart, once willed into life, is wholly devoted to her.

Lan Wangji gulps. Was this how Lan An felt, then? Had he been transformed after his wife first met him, and altered so completely that it seemed as if she had given him a new-born heart to love with?

His hand trembles as he copies the last word of the poem; and yet he cannot stop himself from turning to the next page, torn between fear and frantic joy as he imagines himself two decades hence, composing poems for Wei Ying.

Only, perhaps it would not be a poem. More likely it would be a score on the qin, for Lan Wangji has long been mediocre at all things concerning the spoken word.

As he sits there wondering what kind of melody would fit Wei Ying, he lets his zhiyin and their two daemons drift from his line of sight. It will be a sweet song, he thinks, for Wei Ying is so beautifully kind despite his brashness; and yet it would have to be bold to match his beloved’s strength.

Suddenly, a piece of paper flutters onto his lap; and when he looks down, he sees that Wei Ying had drawn a flawless portrait of him, seated with Lan An’s book of poems in his hands and a peony tucked into his hair.

It is perfect.

“What do you think he’ll say about it?” Wei Ying says to Qingwan and Yuchen, who had jumped down from the bookshelves to see what was going on. “Dull, maybe? Or boring?”

“Very dull,” Lan Wangji replies, through the hard lump in his throat.

He lays the portrait down tenderly, flat on the table to keep it from being smudged or creased, and then he returns to his book.

Vaguely, he notices that the page he was reading seems to have changed. Lan Wangji didn’t think this volume was an illustrated copy, since an injury to his right hand kept Lan An from drawing for his later compositions—but then he looks closer at the faint lines of ink, and nearly combusts on the spot.

For while Lan Wangji was busy marveling at the painting, Wei Ying had slipped a page of longyang into his book.

Lan Wangji throws the book to the ground and bolts upright, incensed. “Wei Ying!”

“I’m here! I’m here, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying laughs, waving his lovely hands in the air—lovely despite all the mischief they bring, and how foolish Lan Wangji must be that he cannot help but think so at a time like this!

“What kind of a lawless creature are you?” he wheezes. “How dare you—?”

“What do you mean, what kind of creature? I’m a man! Don’t tell me you’ve never seen such things before.”

Lan Wangji draws Bichen from its sheath, determined to slash the offending page to shreds; but before he can bring himself to touch the thing, Yuchen bounds off the desk she was perched on and knocks Wei Ying flying.

“Help!” Wei Ying wheezes, crumpling to the ground as the leopard climbs onto his chest. “Lan Zhan, I didn’t mean it! There’s no need to turn to violence. I’ll go right now and leave you in peace! Yuchen, please—”

Yuchen opens her great white jaws and places her teeth near his neck, looking as if she were contemplating whether to bite down; but behind her, Lan Wangji can hardly stand, because his daemon is touching Wei Ying.

Wei Ying is touching his very soul, and the feeling is so raw and right that Lan Wangji falls to his knees.

“Do not do things that you do not mean,” Yuchen growls, her hot breath puffing over Wei Ying’s throat—and it is as if her breath is Wangji’s breath, warmed further by his beloved’s soft skin, drifting back to his own lips after touching Wei Ying’s. “You ought not to tease, either. And if you mean to do something, admit it. Elsewise, you will leave others in turmoil.”

Elsewise! Lan Wangji is already in turmoil, for though he is kneeling two yards away, it feels as though he has Wei Ying in his arms.

Somehow, he manages to pick up the leaf of longyang and burn it to ash with spark of his spiritual energy. Somehow, he manages to straighten his forehead ribbon and turn his writing desk the right way up again, all while his heart beats a battle-march in his bosom; for Wei Ying’s heartbeat is soft against his chest like the wings of a trapped bird, and this proof of Wei Ying’s dear life is so humbling that Lan Wangji wishes he could chase Yuchen away and kiss him.

But it is not to be, for Yuchen does not move; and before Lan Wangji can drag her back, Lan Qiren storms into the pavilion and descends upon them both with a bellow.

“Wangji!” his uncle roars, enraged. “Explain yourself! And you, Yuchen—cease touching Wei Wuxian at once!”

To Lan Wangji’s relief, Yuchen obeys, allowing Wei Ying to scramble to his feet and reach out to Shufu in supplication.

“Lan-laoshi, isn’t not what you think,” he pleads. “I was bothering Lan Zhan, and Yuchen couldn’t bear it. Don’t be angry with them.”

“Silence! My nephew knows what he has done.”

Shufu glares at him, daring Wei Ying to make another sound; and when he falls quiet, Shufu turns to Lan Wangji looking almost purple with anger.

“If things had already come to this pass, you should have spoken,” he says furiously. “If you could not control your daemon in his presence, you should have let me know! Now that such a trespass has happened once, it will surely happen again, and then where will that leave our clan? What will happen if Yuchen touches him when the two of you are not alone?”

“Laoshi, it’s not Lan Zhan’s fault—”

Lan Qiren uses the silencing spell this time instead of reprimanding Wei Ying, and his gaze does not move away from Lan Wangji. “Well?”

Lan Wangji kneels.

“The fault was mine,” he says; and even then, with his uncle’s displeasure bent upon him like a scorching ray of sunlight, he cannot help but melt at Wei Ying’s clear worry for him, and resolve to protect this mingding zhiren of his until the end of his days. “Wangji only wished to make sure that Yuchen would not disobey in public, and did not think something like this would happen so soon. If Wei Ying is willing, I will take full responsibility.”

Wei Ying is more bewildered than willing when Wangji tows him up to the Hanshi; but when he learns that Yuchen had leapt upon him in a frustrated passion, and not anger, he flushes so deeply that Lan Wangji grips his waist and pulls him close for fear that he might faint.

The two of them are married late the next spring, and being wed to his love is everything Lan Wangji could have wished for and more.

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SasuSaku: Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 20

Sasuke had to do it. He couldn’t hide it from Sakura anymore. Tonight, when Akuma took over, she’d finally witness the demon’s true form. ‘And she’ll be terrified, disgusted, or both after that.’ More than anything, the prince didn’t want his fiancee to experience any more negativity on his behalf. He already felt guilty for what hadn’t happened yet. That was why he found it hard to act normally around the pink-haired woman when they were alone and even at dinner. Thankfully, his uncle put in most of the work to keep the conversation flowing.

“I’m told there isn’t a single vacant room at the capitol’s inns tonight!”

Sakura made a subtle sound of intrigue to show she was paying attention but said nothing.

‘She’s not eating much. Is she nervous about tomorrow?’

Who was he kidding? Of course, she was. The truth was hanging over them both like an anvil. At some point in the near future, denying his feelings for her would be impossible, and a decision on how to proceed with her sacrifice would need to be made.

“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding gown, Niece. You’ll surely take everyone’s breath away,” the king tried again, oblivious to his dining partners’ wishes to eat in peace.

The pinkette cleared her throat before bowing her head low, “May I be excused, Uncle? I fear I’m much too anxious to eat.”

Sasuke watched with a concerned face as she stood, rising to his feet to escort her without saying a word, only for Madara to lift a hand, “I’ll have guards stationed outside her room, Nephew. I’d like a word before you retire for the night.”

Only when the pinkette offered him a look of reassurance did the prince sink back into his seat. The Uchihas watched three guards follow her out. When they were gone, and the door was closed, Madara’s hyper-friendly persona relaxed.

‘He was trying to make her feel comfortable. At least he’s not entirely bad,’ Sasuke studied his uncle’s face and waited for him to speak. It didn’t matter that he was being friendly now. He still didn’t trust him in regard to his or his fiancee’s well-being.

“It seems a group of mercenaries are responsible for kidnapping Lady Sakura. Rest assured, we’ve captured, interrogated, and dealt with the criminals.”

Sasuke’s mouth moved before he could stop it, “When did this happen? And why am I only now being notified?” He glanced at his elder brother, who dropped his gaze to the table as though ashamed.

“You’ve had enough on your plate preparing for the wedding and dealing with your fiancee. I hardly think-” “What do you mean by “dealing with”? With all due respect, Your Highness, do not speak as though she’s done something worthy of blame.” The prince wanted to bite his tongue, but it was too late.

Madara’s eyes narrowed. He tilted his head with a frown, “Everything I’ve done has been for your benefit. The least you could do is show some gratitude. Your parents raised you better than this.”

For some reason, that statement, which normally would make Sasuke shut his mouth in shame, angered him further. He rose to his feet with fire in his veins but couldn’t find the correct words to say. Madara got up, too, seeming to match the younger Uchiha’s ire, only for Itachi to suddenly interrupt, “It’s a full-moon tonight. What will you do?”

‘Ah, that’s right. What are we doing? There are more important things to focus on right now than generational discourse regarding the royal family.’ Swallowing his rage, Sasuke looked across the room to the long windows to see the sun would soon begin setting, “If she’s to die for my sake, she deserves to witness the truth.”

“Are you in your right mind?” Madara shook his head, obviously disagreeing with the choice, “That girl is damaged enough. Why knowingly put her through another trauma?”

“You don’t-!” Sasuke’s mouth clamped closed as he bit off his outburst. His brother and uncle watched as he took a calming breath. After a moment, he restarted, this time with more composure, “You don’t understand. Sakura is not like others. Hiding would do more damage than showing her the true form of a demon.”

Without another word, the prince excused himself from the dining hall. ‘And she’s not damaged, not permanently. If only I weren’t cursed and she wasn’t so keen on dying for me, I’m sure I’d be able to help heal her pain completely. We could be-’ He cut off his own thoughts, frowning at the ground while ascending the stairs.

Upon arriving at their room, he waved off the guards and paused outside the door. ‘Once I go inside, there will be no turning back. She’ll see everything. She’ll know the truth.’

Honestly, the Uchiha man knew why he’d waited so long to show her this hideous sight. It was because she’d find it horrifying and be that much more inspired to die, and he could barely take her lack of self-preservation already. The first woman he genuinely took comfort in, and she was eager to disappear forever. His luck had always been awful.

Sasuke entered the bedroom, eyes darting to the closed bathroom door when he realized Sakura wasn’t in bed, at the desk, or at the tea table. Panic sent electricity through his body, and he hurried across the room to wrench the door open. He fully expected to find her bloody and broken on the floor like the last time he saw her in such a room, but instead, he was met with a surprised pink-haired woman in a towel.

She fumbled to hold it more firmly around her and blushed, “S-Sasuke!”

Heat met the man’s ears, and he closed his eyes, shut the door, and grumbled loudly enough that she could hear through it, “I’m sorry. I thought….”

‘Her hair was wet and stuck to her damp skin. Her green eyes seemed brighter. Has she always had such a milky complexion?’

Sakura’s bashful voice met his ears from the other side of the closed door, “It’s alright. I’ll be out in a moment.”

Sasuke groaned. He took off his shoes and changed into a pair of sleeping clothes while trying not to picture what was happening in the bathroom. The Uchiha prince himself had never been with a woman, but Akuma had caught one of the previous fiancees, and he was forced to witness a horrible crime. So, Sasuke wasn’t exactly a virgin, by the definition, but he personally didn’t consider what’d transpired sex.

A wave of pain shot up his back, first his spine and then either side. The air in his lungs disappeared as he gripped the edge of the footboard to keep himself upright. Naturally, the bathroom door opened right then, and Sakura barely paused before realizing what was happening and coming to his side.

His gaze flickered to her pretty white nightgown before he squeezed his eyes closed. He gave her no time to speak, “There’s something I must tell you.”

The woman cautiously lay a hand on his arm, “Don’t speak if it hurts too much.”

“No, I-!” The man’s teeth gritted as another wave of agony washed over him, this time a dozen times worse.

She gasped, lurching forward to catch him when he fell forward, “Oh, gosh!”

Shaking with effort, Sasuke hissed breathlessly into her neck, “Tonight, it’ll be-! I-It’ll be different. I’ll change.” He finally managed to gather the strength to push her away.

For a moment, Sakura seemed confused and ready to argue, but when he felt the familiar burn of his skin darkening, she went pale. Tears welled in her eyes as he shoved her with as little strength as possible, stumbling away in case the demon unintentionally lashed out amidst the shift, “Stay back!”

Sasuke tried with all his might not to let the torture pull sounds from him but simply couldn’t manage it. He fell to his knees with his hands on either side of his head, eyes squeezed closed in agony. It felt like lava was being injected into his bloodstream. At that moment, he forgot all about his fiancee because it was all he could do to remain sane in such a state.

Akuma rasped, obviously angry, “Fool! She cannot be permitted to-!”

Something warm and firm met his middle as he began falling forward. Only when he heard her quick heartbeat and terrified voice did he realize Sakura’d caught him, falling to her knees under his weight, “It’s alright. You’re not alone anymore.”

‘What is she….What is she doing? She could get hurt!’

The prince thought that and wanted to say so, but his body disobeyed. His arms wrapped tightly around her, fingers tightening into fists of the gown on her back as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. She was crying, but she didn’t move. No, she held him there, whispering short sentiments of comfort as his body transformed into something no longer human.

Finally, Akuma was in control.

His eyes stared at Sakura’s pink hair as he panted for breath, ‘She’ll be terrified when she sees my face. I’ve lost. The prince knows that.’

The soft-spoken woman’s sniffles slowed. They sat wordlessly there on the floor for a long time. Eventually, her shaking hands snaked around his torso to his back, feeling the bases of the massive, hand-shaped, fleshy wings there. That was when she tried to pull back, obviously to see what she was touching, but Akuma tightened his hold, “Do not move.”

She sucked in a breath at his intense voice. Moments passed as she waited for him to say something else, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know any words that’d remedy this situation, so he just stayed still.

‘It’s over.’

He tensed when her hands slid between their torsos, running up to cup his cheeks and then running back into his long with her thumbs on his face and fingers behind his ears. She whispered, “It’s okay.”

The demon shook his head, burying his face more deeply into her embrace, “Your master told you not to move.”

“Akuma, let me see.”

Usually, uncontrollable rage would overcome him at blatant disobedience, but it didn’t happen. No. In fact, the opposite occurred, and he found himself allowing the woman to push him back. He held his breath when she finally opened her eyes to look into his red ones. They widened as she searched his features. Something wild, akin to shame, had the demon pulling away, only for Sakura’s grip on him to tighten. When he stilled, she gently moved her hands back to his cheeks.

She ran trembling fingers over his skin with a look of intrigue, “It’s nice to finally know your real face.”

“...You aren’t afraid?”

The pinkette shook her head, brushing his long, messy hair out of his face before tilting her head with a sad expression, “You’re still Akuma. What matters to me is your character.”

Bitterness met the demon’s tongue as he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes, “Humans find my character abhorrent.”

A tiny giggle left the woman, “It can be intimidating, yes, but you’re not completely inhuman.”

Akuma’s eyes shot open, “I am a demon, Sakura. Look at me.”

“Yes, I can see that, but you’re not the same demon I met that day, are you?”

She said the words, and then he knew them to be true. He had changed since their first meeting. That day, he spared her life because it was amusing. Now, he only thought of protecting her, even if that meant being civil with humans.

‘When did I stop acting like this because of my deal with the prince and instead because it was my true desire?’

Tears met Sakura’s eyes as she brought her gaze back to his face, having been inspecting his body, “If only you’d been born a human, or there was a spell that could-” “And if I was human, would you choose me?” Akuma gritted his teeth. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

The woman’s chin quivered as she searched his face. She took a long time thinking up a response, only to shake her head, the tears overflowing to slide gracefully down her cheeks. She tried to say something, but her voice cracked, and she closed her mouth again.

Again, the demon expected the familiar rage to flood his entire being, but it didn’t. Instead, a cold sensation brought goosebumps to his skin. Hurt. He was sad at her rejection. ‘Somehow, it’s worse that I know she’s not choosing him because of my appearance or past mistakes. She’s forgiven me, but she still can’t walk away from that goddamned prince.’

In the most human moment of his existence, Akuma simply nodded, wiping at the girl’s tears without saying a word. Before, the demon’s only goal was to gain control of this body and live his days as a human. Now, he was willing to give that up if it was what Sakura wanted. Somehow, she’d become more important to him than himself.

Selfishly, he pulled her into a strong embrace and held her close, memorizing the scent of her hair. ‘At least I know she won’t be going to Hell when she dies. She won’t suffer because of me ever again.’

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Forevermore (TweekxCraig)

Creek Soulmate AU: Everyone's eyes colour matched their soulmates appearance.

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Craig watched with a heavy heart as Tolkien was doting over Nichole. His friend had run into his soulmate while the guys were all out at the amusement park. Tolkien’s bright yellow eyes and Nichole’s deep purple eyes had met when they were standing in line for the ice-cream truck.

It had been 3 hours since it happened. Craig could do nothing but stare as the two fell into a natural and perfect harmony together. They were already so obsessed with one another, Craig just didn’t understand.

How could a stranger make Tolkien so happy, give him a look of so much love that it made Craig’s heart ache. He didn’t get it, but he wanted it. So badly.

Craig’s eyes were considered a common colour. He had green eyes with swirls of yellow in them, just like his dads. When he was younger there were lots of jokes about his mom being his soulmate, which he hated and found very embarrassing.

Any blond out there could be his soulmate, he’d get a random spike in his heart rate if he ran into a blond person wearing green. He couldn’t help but let hope run through him that his perfect person would find him, even if the whole concept was ridiculous.

Tolkien had now wrapped Nichole up in his favourite blanket, given her a perfectly chilled bottle of water, and was making sure she was comfortable on the spot of the couch she was sitting on. She looked at Tolkien with such love and content before pulling him down beside her to talk.

His stupidly common colour of eyes made it impossible to try and catch who would be his soulmate. Craig had never felt more alone, even Jimmy had run into his perfect person, Nancy, 2 years ago.

“Bebe is going to love you, Nichole. We've been soulmates since kindergarten!” Clyde was now excitedly showing Nichole photo’s of his soulmate. The girl he had been obsessed with since they were kids. “She’ll be over in a second. She’s been looking forward to another one of the guys to find a soulmate.”

“Ye-yeah. Bebe has a whole fah-folder of group dates ready.” Jimmy added with a fond smile on his face, obviously thinking of the previous double date Bebe had planned.

At the time, Craig didn’t understand how Clyde just knew that Bebe was his soulmate. He still didn’t. He didn’t know how Tolkien and Nichole were able to figure it out from just looking at each other's eyes. It didn’t make sense.

Craig was now 18 and most of his friends were beginning to settle down. After today, he was the last one of his friends to be single. During group outings, he and Tolkien had done everything together. Now, Craig would just have to be that one guy sitting in the corner alone.

He tried not to let his inner turmoil affect the happiness in the room. He didn’t want to spoil Tolkien’s first day with his soulmate. But, he also couldn’t stick around to watch or hear his other two friends tell Nichole about theirs either.

“Are you doing okay, man?” Craig felt a hand on his shoulder, Tolkien’s hand. “We can shut up if you want.”

Craig looked to Jimmy and Clyde and then to Nichole, all of whom had sympathetic faces, making him feel even worse about the situation. Not that he would tell them that.

“I’m good, don’t worry. I’m happy for you, dude.” Craig gave Tolkien a playful jab in the ribs, before continuing to speak. “I just don’t have anything to add.”

“You’ve never met your soulmate?” Nichole asked softly, clearly not wanting to hurt his feelings but wanting to ask him.

He may as well open up to her, she would be around forever from now on.

“No,” Craig shook his head, feeling the bob of the yellow pompom on his hat bounce with the movement. “Not a blond in South Park has been a match for me.”

“Well, maybe she’ll have green hair!” Nichole joked as she tried to lighten his mood. “You never know.”

“Maybe,” Craig lifted the corners of his mouth into a small smile.

The speculation regarding Craig’s potential soulmate was interrupted by Bebe’s loud entrance, immediately introducing herself to Nichole and talking about how cute her outfit was. Bebe was kind and extra friendly, whether you wanted to talk to her or not, she would anyway.

Craig stood up to take a break from all the excitement in the living room, he went to the bathroom across the hall to take a deep breath. He leaned with his back against the door and put his head in his hands, trying his best not to cry.

He was pathetic. Getting upset about something so out of his control.

He made his way over to the large mirror above the sink. He rested his hands on either side of the over-dramatic glass bowl and stared at himself in the mirror. Once again studying his eyes.

The chaotic swirls of yellow and green brought him a small piece of comfort, a reminder that there was somebody out there who was waiting for him. There was somebody out there waiting for him to sweep them off their feet, somebody who he could cherish and take care of. Somebody he could bring over to Tolkien’s basement to hang out with his friends and their soulmates. Somebody who Bebe could gush over like she did to Nichole and Nancy.

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Craig quickly read over the ominous message from Bebe regarding their group plans that night. She had arranged a day during the weekend for everyone to have some drinks in her house to celebrate Tolkien and Nichole. Craig had been instructed to get the decorations, deliver them to Bebe’s house and help her and Clyde set up the party zone.

He wasn’t particularly looking forward to being a third wheel to three couples. A seventh wheel? But he was looking forward to getting drunk at Bebe’s, he needed to deal with the annoying emotions he had been having the past couple of days somehow.

As he was walking up the street towards the store where Bebe had ordered the decorations from, he felt a body crash into his and a bunch of small white boxes spill out from a larger cardboard one. The boxes had spread out everywhere, some even getting onto the road.

Before Craig could tell the person off for not looking at where they were going, he saw them place another three boxes they were carrying down before starting to fuss and pick up the boxes on the sidewalk.

“I’m so so sorry! I totally didn’t see you walk past, I hope you didn’t get hurt. Oh god!” The boy was smaller than Craig, he seemed fast and jittery in that moment too as he paced back and forth without actually fixing the situation.

The boy continued rambling about how clumsy he was and that he had lost their shop to a customer. His blond hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in a decade and his green shirt had been rolled up to his elbows showing a bunch of dark stains on his arms.

It was like he was seeing his eyes in the form of a person. The eyes he had spent his whole life looking at in a mirror were now a person zipping and twitching around the accidental spillage of boxes.

When the boy finally faced Craig for a second, he got a glimpse of the most beautiful, deep blue eyes he had ever seen. While they were mainly blue, the bottoms of his iris’s had a hint of yellow which reminded Craig of his usual blue and yellow aesthetic choice.

It was like this boy had completed everything in Craig’s existence.

Craig realized he had not been listening to a word this boy had said to him in the past couple of minutes. His train of thought had halted as soon as he recognized his soulmate standing less than 5 feet from him.

“It’s you.” Craig managed to breathe out. The only thought in his head was him .

“Can I get you anything? Come on, it’s on the house! Whatever you want,” the boy hurried towards the glass door of the small coffee shop, ushering Craig to walk in before entering himself and hurrying toward the counter.

Did this kid know who he was yet?

Craig slowly, unsurely, entered the shop. The smell of brewing coffee took over his senses and made him feel warm all over. He felt awkward as he stared at the blond boy who was fussing over some cups behind the counter.

Craig walked towards him, unable to glance behind him to check on the mess they had left in the street.

“Hey,” Craig leaned forward and placed his hand on his soulmate's forearm.

Craig would remember this moment forever. The moment his soulmate finally, finally looked into his eyes. It was like his breath was knocked out of his body, all he could see was this beautiful boy who he was lucky enough to be connected to.

“Oh.” Was all his soulmate said back. A blush spread over his pale cheeks as he smiled at Craig. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Craig said back, feeling a wave of euphoria rush through him as he watched the blond boy giggle at his totally braindead response.

“You’re so handsome!” his soulmate grabbed his cheeks and pulled Craig down a couple inches so their faces were closer. Craig let the boy have a feel at his face and neck, he even allowed him to pull off his hat to run his soft hands through his hair. Reveling at the soft and curious touch from his soulmate. “Do you still want a coffee?”

“I, uh-” Craig couldn’t find his words. He didn’t want to tell him no, even though he rarely drinks coffee. Nor was he in this part of town to get any. All he wanted to do was sit in the random coffee shop and stare at the blond who worked there. “I never got your name.”

“Oh, right.” The boy giggled again and let go of Craig to walk away from the counter, towards said door to flip the ‘Open’ sign to read ‘Closed’. “I’m Tweek. My parent’s just moved here and opened the shop.”

“Tweek,” Craig said and smiled warmly at him. “I’m Craig.”

“Hi Craig.” Tweek said back with a shy smile before twitching and grabbing at the front of his shirt before smoothing it out again. A motion that completely melted Craig’s heart. “Sorry about, well, you know, almost knocking you over.”

“No, it’s all good.” Craig replied, biting his lip as he slowly walked closer. “I hope it won’t get you in trouble or anything.”

Tweek shook his head and explained that things like that happened a lot so they had a ton of extra stock. That he was clumsy and too fast to keep up with even himself sometimes.

“Do you want to come with me to collect some stuff for my friend's party today?” Craig asked suddenly, not wanting to leave the boy's side right after he got him. “You can come meet them too, if you want?”

“Yeah, I’d love to. Just give me one second.” Tweek ducked back behind the counter and took off his apron, fiddled around with something on the cash register and came back to Craig’s side. “My parents will understand if I close the shop early for you.”

Craig was sure his face was glowing red as their hands naturally intertwined.

“Where are we headed to, then?” Tweek smiled at him, bright eyes almost sparkling as he looked up at him. “I’m new here, so I’m not totally sure where everything is.”

“Just follow me.” Craig said softly, leading Tweek away from the coffee shop to continue his day.

The whole afternoon he could hardly focus, constantly taking glances at Tweek and meeting his eye before looking away to blush. He got it now. He understood what Tolkien meant when said he just knew it was Nichole at the amusement park the other day.

As they walked towards Bebe’s front door, Tweek was laughing at an anecdote Craig was telling him about Clyde and Bebe’s first meeting when they were young.

“Dude, I’m not kidding. He literally pissed his pants and she didn’t even blink,” Craig chuckled and wrapped his arm around Tweek’s shoulder to bring him close. “It was so gross but to this day she thinks it was the best reaction someone has had to her beauty or some shit.”

“That’s kinda true,” Tweek said as he settled his laughter. “Why didn’t you piss yours for me, huh? I dropped a shit load of stock for you, man.”

Tweek lightly elbowed him and they swayed in their walking.

“Hey, technically you didn’t even see me. I could have pissed my pants and you would have missed it.” Craig rolled his eyes before giving Tweek an affectionate smile.

“True,” Tweek agreed. “I’ll just have to pretend you did then.”

Craig snorted before pushing open Bebe’s front door and dropped the bag of decorations he and Tweek had picked up. He heard voices coming from the kitchen and automatically went to walk forward before a strong grip on his forearm pulled him back.

“What if they don’t like me!” Tweek whisper-shouted, his eyes were wide and seemed hyper-focused on the open kitchen door.

“Dude, of course they will.” Craig placed his hand on Tweek's face to tilt his head toward him. “Don’t worry about it, babe. They’re gonna love you just as much as-”

“CRAIG! You’re late!!” Bebe’s voice screeched before her distinct, high heeled footsteps came to an abrupt halt. “Oh.. my god!”

Craig looked over to glare at the blonde girl with her hand over her mouth, having interrupted his moment with Tweek.

“Hi.” Tweek said shyly, shifting a little closer to Craig who still had a hand on his face. He rubbed his thumb across his cheek as he felt the boy twitch, then removed it in favor of wrapping his arm around his waist in a proud half-hug.

“Bebe… This is Tweek.” Craig said with a wide grin before looking back at Tweek. “My soulmate.”

“No way,” Clyde sobbed loudly, clearly having heard the news from the kitchen. His friend came stumbling out behind Bebe, with arms outstretched and hurrying Tweek and Craig into a group hug as he cried. “Craig, I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks Clyde.” Craig patted his back awkwardly before at Bebe who also had tears in her eyes. “Wanna control your man here?”

“Sorry, dude!” Clyde moved back, but not far enough as he grabbed Tweek’s shoulders and made him jump at the sudden movements. “It’s amazing to meet you, Tweek! I knew you wouldn’t have green hair.”

Tweek gave Craig a look of shock as Clyde turned his back to them to cry to Bebe about how happy he was for his best friend. The girl smiled kindly at Clyde before ushering him into the kitchen again to collect himself.

She smiled and winked at Tweek and said, “It’s good to meet you!”

Craig sighed and turned to Tweek to apologize for his friend’s behaviour. However, as soon as the chaotic duo were out of sight Tweek started giggling which surprised Craig.

“You okay?” He asked, concerned he was laughing out of awkwardness or something.

“Yeah, your friends are sweet.” Tweek smiled and leaned on his tip-toes to kiss Craig on the cheek. Once again turning his world upside down with the small show of affection. “Come on.”

Tweek grabbed Craig’s hand to bring him towards where Clyde and Bebe went. Craig was sure he had the dopiest smile on his face as he looked at the blond head of hair bobbing up and down in front of him as they walked into Bebe’s kitchen.

Tweek let go of Craig’s hand in favor of helping Bebe unload some cupcakes from the oven. While Craig watched with a warm smile on his face as Bebe hooked her arm through Tweek’s as they talked animatedly with one another.

He finally had everything he always dreamed of.

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Courtship 10: Interlude--Gold

Gold makes up his mind.

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In the opened window of a dark room, with a beautiful woman asleep in his bed, he smokes a cigarette.

It’s his first cigarette in as long as he can remember. A long drag fills his lungs with nicotine, fills his blood with adrenaline, fills his mind with peace. He exhales smoke, truly breathing for the first time in years.

He hates smoking. He hates how good it makes him feel. He hates the addiction, the need, the weakness inherent in the act. When he quit, it hadn’t been for his health or because of the expense of maintaining a pack-a-day habit. It had been because he couldn’t tolerate the thought of being so dependent on something he couldn’t control. He hates smoking because of how much he loves it.

Love is weakness.

The girl lies in his bed, still naked, rope marks fading at her wrists. Her skin is so pale it reflects the light from the streetlamps outside. She glows, like the moon lighting up the night sky. She’s half his age and twice as beautiful as anything he’s ever touched. She’s eager, creative. Smart, no matter what she wants to believe. She really could have made something of herself, if her circumstances were different. If fate had let her be born anywhere other than Storybrooke.

He puffs his cigarette as he contemplates the girl. He cannot deny his attraction to her. Not just her beauty and her enthusiastic willingness to go along with his games. There is something deeper about her, a compatibility he’s never found in another lover.

They fit together, the two of them. They anticipate each other. He barely has to think about how to treat her, and it seems to be the same for her. In this dance of passion they match each other, step for step.

It is exhilarating, and terrifying. He cannot be known. He has always kept his motives secret, never let another party know what he was planning to do until long after he had done it. That was how you kept people on their toes, kept them guessing. Keep people from getting comfortable around you and they stay afraid. Frightened people make bad decisions in their haste to run to safety. Bad decisions he can and does profit from. If she knows him, she won’t be afraid of him. If she understands him, she can outwit him. If she gets close to his heart, she could slip a knife between his ribs.

How long has it been since there was another body in his bed? How long since he fucked the same woman three times in one week? Whether he likes it or not, this girl has a claim on him now. If nothing else, she knows what he likes to do with his paramours.

He grins. Well, she’s scratched the surface, at least. There are still so many things he wants to do with her. Implements to use, positions to try, habits to drill into her until they become automatic. She’ll want them all, he knows it. This devious creature has as much perversion in her as he does.

The thought should inflame him, but instead he only sighs. He flicks the ash off the tip of his cigarette, out the window.

As much as he wants this girl--as perfect as she is for him--he shouldn’t let himself have her. For her sake, if nothing else. Associating with him will taint her forever in the eyes of her friends and her family and society at large. He has nothing worthwhile to offer her, aside from sex and money. If she stays with him--if she becomes what he wants her to become--she will lose any hope of bettering herself. Even something as simple as moving out of this town will become nigh impossible. If he binds her to him, she will never break free.

If he had any shred of human decency, he would let her go. He would force her out of his life, no matter how much she might protest.

Since when do you have a good conscience?

Her words from a few days ago ring in his ears, as accurate as they are an unintentional accusation. The girl was right. He has no decency left in him, not even a shred. A vague desire to see her potential fulfilled isn’t enough to keep him from stifling her for the sake of his own desires.

He wants her so much it has become a need. It could become an obsession. To have this girl near him always, to see the first smile when she wakes, to fuck her to sleep every night, to eat with her and talk with her and share a thousand intimacies--it could transform his life.

It could destroy him.

He sees it so clearly it is like a life he has already lived. On his knees before this child, weeping and begging her not to leave him. Giving up his power to her. Promising her his wealth, his devotion, every second of his time. Getting soft from her affection, eagerly sharing her kisses and caresses. Indulging her in every delight of the body and the mind and the heart. Murmuring nothings like darling, and sweetheart.

Loving her.

He could lose himself in those crystal-blue eyes. He could lose everything.

The cigarette is burned down. He presses the butt against the window sill and twists to put it out. His flesh is already aching for another, but he resists. He’s had enough poison for one night.

As a concession, he keeps his hand over his mouth, as if the cigarette was still there. The scent lingers on his fingers--an intoxicating blend of nicotine and cunt. She is a wet little thing, always ready, always needful.

He blinks.

Could it really be so simple? The logic is sound, it makes perfect sense. The realization is a balm: As much as he needs her, she needs him more. That is his advantage. That is how he will maintain the upper hand with her, just as he does every other rube he makes a deal with.

He wants her body and her obedience, but she wants everything of him. He will never let her have it. He will never let her make him weak. He will never allow her even the thought of love between them. No one could ever love him. He’ll never let them try.

The matter settled in his mind, he closes the window and gets into bed with the girl. He runs his hand down her soft, supple flesh. Still asleep, she whimpers, and shifts toward his touch.

He doesn’t believe in fate or destiny, but he knows he is meant to be with this girl. They are meant to be together, even if they destroy each other. He’ll just have to destroy her before she destroys him.

He twirls a lock of her hair around his finger. As he surrenders to sleep, a stray thought makes him grin:

The next time he smokes a cigarette, he’ll stub out the butt on her tongue. If he’s very lucky, she’ll beg him for it.

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