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thelov3lybookworm · 9 months

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I Didn't Ask For This (part four)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: forced marriage, azzie being and asshole(obviously, he's been forced), suicidal thoughts, almost death, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: I promise it gets better. Future chapters are going to get happier.(that was a note to myself so I don't get carried away again)

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Y/n blinked the sleep from her eyes as male voices reached her, jerking upright when she realised she was not in her bed. Where was she?

Then, as her eyes passed over the red walls around her and the expensive furniture, everything that happened the previous day came rushing back.

Her head swung around to try and find the source of the voices that she had heard, now quieted. She found the General and the High Lord standing right by the door, now staring at her.

As she registered the fact that she probably looked like a mess, she hurried to stand, nearly faceplanting in the process. Blood climbed up her neck and cheeks as she turned to look at the High Lord who had stepped forward.

"Good morning Y/n. Did you have a peaceful sleep?" He asked, his tone gentle. Though she hadn't, she nodded. His eyes were filled with understanding, and he sighed. "May I ask you a question?" When she gave a curt nod, he continued. "Why were you sleeping here? Cassian says he showed you to Azriel's room."

"I'm not–" She began, her voice raspy, before cleared her throat. "I'm not sure I can tell you that my Lord."

"Rhysand, please." He said. "It's okay, you can tell us anything. Did he kick you out?"

Her eyes darted around nervously. Maybe this could be some kind of test? Maybe Azriel was hiding in a corner of the room, looking for a reason to hate her more if she spoke bad about him out to his brothers.

When she didn't respond, the General spoke up. "There are guest rooms here. You didn't have to sleep on the couch. It would have been uncomfortable."

The door next to the General opened abruptly, then slammed back shut, making him jump. As if the house was trying to say that it tried to get her to a better place. A tiny smile bloomed on Y/n's lips.

The house was... adorable to say the least.

"The house tried to get me to go somewhere else, but I was tired and decided to stay here." A wind that sounded a lot like a huff passed through the room, making Y/n shake her head. "I hope that's okay."

"That is completely fine." The High Lord– Rhysand, she had to chide herself internally– grinned. "I've got a feeling you and the House are getting together well?" At that, Y/n smiled. A real one.

"You could say that."

The door creaked open then, the General's mate peeking in.

"Oh, I've been searching for you." She said, staring straight at Y/n. Stepping in, she pointed to the two males. "Get out."

"Why?" The General all but pouted.

"Becuase I say so."

He grumbled, but left with the High Lord. The female–Nesta, Y/n now remembered– came closer.

"I was going out with my friends today, and I was wondering if you would like to come along."

Y/n shook her head slowly. "I don't know them, and I wouldn't want to intrude–"

"You wouldn't be intruding. Plus, I'm pretty sure I can introduce you to them. And other than that, they would love to meet you. You can become a part of our group." She said, an undertone of excitement in her voice, which made Y/n falter, wondering if she should accept the offer.

Then, she sighed and nodded. Nesta let out a squeal of happiness and linked her arms with Y/n, pulling her away and into a guest bedroom, getting ready for the meeting.

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Y/n settled on a simple white gown and a braid for her hair, despite Nesta's very weird preferences. Her bag had appeared in the room as soon as they entered, increasing the love she already felt for the house.

Now they were sitting in a cafe, waiting for the others to show up. From what she knew of the two females, they had tragic pasts. One of them hadn't stepped foot out of the House of Wind for two years, and she only started a few months back.

Soon, they arrived. It wasn't anything like she expected. She thought I would be uncomfortable and awkward, but they behaved as if Y/n was their childhood friend. As the evening progressed, they talked and laughed, returned to the house and settled in one of the smaller libraries, then talked about their pasts. Them telling her about their pasts without an ounce of hesitation prompted her into speaking of her childhood too, and they were horrified to say the least.

At one point, Emerie was even ready to go and murder Y/n's father, but settled down after a few moments, still fuming. It warmed Y/n immensely that someone she had barely known for a few hours would care so much for her.

She just prayed that her husband would stop being an asshole too.

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It had been two weeks of absolute hell for Y/n. Because of him.

Whenever she walked into a room he was in, he would give a huge sigh of annoyance, glare at her and walk away. Whenever she tried to speak with him, he would yell at her, just like the first night. Everytime, she had to hold back tears.

She didn't understand it, this hatred. Did he not remember that she was forced into this as well? Or did he think she went to Hewn City purposefully trying to force him into a marriage? Or did he not want to accept the fact that no one was to fault in this situation? Did he just hate Y/n?

As she turned a corner, she was met with a sight that broke whatever hope she had, and probably answered all of her questions.

Standing there was Azriel, with a female pressed between him and the wall, and, he was kissing her, passionately.

Elain. The High Lady and Nesta's sister.

Y/n stood frozen for a moment before she stepped back and away from sight. She pressed herself against a wall, her breaths coming shorter and shorter. How could he? How–

She knew she didn't own him, but it hurt her all the same. They were married for Cauldrons sake! And even though their relationship was nonexistent at best, she never would do what he was doing.

That was when she noticed a shadow right in front of her face, bobbing up and down. All blood drained from Y/n's face when the shadow darted away, back to its master. There was nothing Y/n could do except run.

So she did, as fast as she could, towards her room. As she pressed herself against the door, footsteps sounded, coming closer to her room. Panic clawed at Y/n, her heart clenching when the person knocked.

She didn't answer, trying to quiet her breaths. But then a voice called her name, and she started to calm down.

Nesta.

Y/n opened the door and Nesta walked in as if she owned the place.

"I was searching for you and saw you running, so I wanted to check if everything's alright." She declared, but then she faltered, her features softening when she saw the state Y/n was in. "What happened?"

It all came pouring out of Y/n as she sat down in an armchair. Nesta was fuming, so Y/n added, "It's okay. He doesn't owe me anything."

A mischievous glint entered Nesta's eyes and she grinned. "If he doesn't owe you anything, you dont owe him anything."

"What do you mean?" Though Y/n had an inkling of what might be brewing in Nesta's mind, she still asked carefully.

"Oh you just wait darling."

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"I–I can't wear this, Nesta." Y/n mumbled as she stared at herself in the mirror. Nesta had come to Mor, telling her of her mastermind plan, all while Y/n had stood in a corner face-palming. They had then informed her that everyone was going to a place called Rita's, which had been the main reason Nesta had been searching for her.

Now they had forced her into something that barely had the right to be called a rag, let alone a dress.

"You can and you will." She was adamant. But when Y/n refused to budge, Nesta handed her another dress. This one, thank the cauldron, could be called a dress, but for someone who didn't need to breathe. As she tried it on, she had to wonder why she was even here in the first place when she could be peacefully sleeping right now.

This dress was stretchy and fully black, like a second skin on Y/n with a high neck and long sleeves that both left everything to the imagination as well as nothing.

"Will this be alright?" Mor asked. When Y/n nodded, they both launched into what their plan was as Y/n blushed.

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She wasn't really fond of this place, Y/n decided in the first few moments she was there. It was a little too loud for her. But she had a purpose, or rather, Mor and Nesta had a purpose.

When everyone, including Azriel had arrived at Rita's, the two females had pulled Y/n away to the bar, where they sat on high stools and sipped drinks. Mor and Nesta were having wine, and Y/n had some non alcoholic drink that Mor had ordered for her.

According to their plan, they were going to get Y/n a man, as Nesta put it. Someone who might want to have Y/n, because when Azriel and she had promised themselves to each other, there was no rule stating that they could have a relationship with someone else. And while Y/n didn't really like the idea, she had to distract herself with something.

Soon enough, a male slid into the stool next to her, giving her a wink and a smile. She panicked, turning to Nesta, who nodded enthusiastically. So Y/n gave him a small smile back as he started up a conversation. Nothing much, just where she was from and what her interests were. It all went smoothly, until it didn't.

The male glanced behind Y/n, going pale. She turned too, wanting to know what happened. And there he stood.

Her husband.

He looked... scary, for the lack of a better word in her mind.

"Who are you?" He asked the male in a deadly voice, completely ignoring Y/n.

"I could ask the same of you." The male said, though his voice trembled.

"But you won't, you already know who I am. So, run, little boy. Before my generosity ends." The male opened his mouth to argue, but Azriel continued. "That's my wife you're–"

Y/n stopped hearing anything he said then, a ringing in her ears. He had just called her his wife, when he would not even look at her when she tried to talk to him. She stared at him, wondering if he was serious. But then he turned to her.

"We're going home." And she wanted to slap him. He didn't give her a choice, taking her hand and winnowing away. The next moment they were standing in one of the sitting rooms in the House.

And then, he had the audacity to turn and walk away. Every other time when she had tried to speak with him and he had walked away, she had let him do that, but not now. Not when one moment he was calling her his wife and scaring away males who wanted to talk to her, and the next he pretended as if she didn't exist.

So she walked ahead of him and blocked his path. He stopped, but didn't look at her, increasing her fury. "Why would you do that?"

He didn't answer, starting forward again, trying to go around her. She pushed against his chest. He finally looked at her, his eyes cold. "Let me go, Y/n."

"Then tell me why you did that!"

A sigh escaped his lips. "Because it felt right at the time, but now I feel like that was a mistake. If I hadn't taken you away, then maybe you would have left me alone."

She gaped at him, at a loss for words as he again tried to walk away. When she didn't move, he turned towards a nearby balcony and took off. Her heart was breaking, and the agony was unbearable.

So she silenced everything around her, and, her resolve hardening, she walked towards a staircase nearby.

She just wanted some peace. And peace she would get.

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The cool night air stung Y/n's cheeks, but she didn't feel it through the numbness in her body. She just wondered what the air would feel like when she sped through it towards the ground.

She was standing on the edge of a landing, one that didn't have a railing. These past weeks she'd had nothing to do except explore the house, and she had come across a secret stairway full of dust and spider webs which led to here. From the looks of it, no one knew about this place.

She took a deep breath and lifted a leg, suspending it in the air as she stared below her and imagined what would happen if she took a step forward. A smile bloomed on her lips. She could finally have her peace, and she won't be a burden for anyone any longer. Freedom lay just a few inches from her feet, all she had to do was let go of the restrains holding her in place.

Of course, she wasn't going to take that step. Not because she wanted to live or anything like that. No, she wouldn't take that step because she had come to care for the Inner Circle, mainly Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn. Maybe Mor too. So she wouldn't take that step.

But when did life ever go according to what she wanted? Was it even life when she didn't know what it felt like to be alive?

She started to take her feet back, to set it on the firmness of the floor below her. But then, it got caught against the rough stone. She lost her balance. And fell forward.

All thoughts fled her mind except the fact that she was falling too fast. Even though it might have given her some relief, she didn't want to die.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry.

But she did neither. If she was going to die, she would die with dignity. She would die with all the confidence she never had.

The ground was getting closer, the air tearing at her hair and cheeks and eyes. So she closed her eyes and waited for the pain. Or would it not hurt? Maybe she'd stop feeling the moment she touched the ground.

A loud flapping sound came from somewhere above her, and then suddenly Y/n's body was jerked in the other direction, all the air fleeing her lungs as she felt two solid bands of muscle and fire wrap around her. Despite not knowing who had become her saviour, she didn't care. She was just grateful for being saved.

But then she opened her eyes to find herself staring at Azriel, who pointedly ignored her. All the thoughts of why she had wanted to do this in the first place came back to her, and she pushed against his chest. He looked down to glare at her, flying faster.

He landed in the training area, but even though they they were both standing on stable ground, he didn't let go. When Y/n tried to push him away, he pulled her impossibly closer.

"Are you insane?" He murmured, his eyes churning like a storm. She didn't answer, still trying to untangle him from her. After a few moments, he let go. She stumbled back, trying to put as much space between them as she could, panting. "That was stupid. You can't throw your life away like that!"

His breathing mirrored hers as his voice echoed around them.

"What do you care about my life? And if you have somehow forgotten, you told me to do that yourself."

"I didn't!"

"Oh you most certainly did."

"When?" His eyes were so wide, Y/n wondered if his eyeballs would fall out.

"The first night."

"I didnt mean it!"

Y/n turned away, not having the energy to argue with him. But of course he was not one to be ignored. He caught her wrist and whipped her around, snarling.

"Didn't you want to talk? Talk. I'm ready to hear."

"Now you're ready to listen? Then answer my question first. Why do you hate me so much?" She didn't want to talk right now, still shaken from her encounter with near death, but she didn't know when he'd be ready to talk again. This could be her only chance, and she would take it.

"Bec–because you ruined my life."

"I ruined your life? Do you think I had any choice in the matter? I didn't ask for this, Azriel."

"I know you didn't, but–"

"But what Azriel? Do you think I didn't try to stop him from taking me to Hewn City that day? How do you think that went?" He was silent, staring at her, so she forged on, laughing. "You say I ruined your life, but atleast you had one. You lived. I didn't Azriel. Everyday I woke up hoping that you would come, and take me away to a better place, just like you told me you would. That was all you ever talked about when we were kids. That you would take me away when we grew up and always be my friend." He flinched at the venom in her voice. "I prayed you weren't dead. Because in that home, Azriel? I didn't live, I existed. My father wouldn't let me live. You left and had most of your life to enjoy, but do you know what I went through in that cauldron forsaken place?"

"You can't blame me for what your father did." There was no bite to his words and they sounded more like a question.

"Oh? And you can blame me for what our fathers did?" He stayed quiet. She continued laughing, tears now streaming down her face. "The suffering I went through everyday was not enough for my father. Almost everyday, he'd taunt and tell at me that I was burden and if you didn't come back, he'd kill me. I had to keep looking over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't going to fulfil that promise."

"You could have left..."

Y/n raised a brow, an incredulous smile on her face. "Do you even want me to answer that?" All the energy that had been in her drained, the venom in her voice now gone. She turned away. "When you don't know what someone's life has been like, don't speak about it like you do." She paused, then asked one last question. "Why did you... bring me back from Rita's?"

"Because you're my wife and you're supposed to be mine..." He sounded so guilty and sad that for a moment Y/n pitied him. He probably loved Elain, and he was now stuck with Y/n.

She turned halfway, looking at him. "If I'm yours, are you supposed to be mine? Because when I saw you and Elain today, it didn't seem like it."

The blood drained from his face as he stared at her. Her brows furrowed. Had the shadow not told him about her presence? She glanced at them where they churned restlessly around him. Feeling something cool caressing her wrist, she glanced down. It was a shadow, slithering against her skin. A corner of her lips lifted as the shadow darted back to its master. She turned away again.

She left him there, planning on going to sleep.

Hoping to never wake up.

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Part 5

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thepersonnamedsam · 1 year

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mornings spent well - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader (basically gn, just one mention as bride)

summary: You woke up in a bed, where the sheets felt like a bad night out with your friends. And that’s exactly what happened the night before.

pt. 2 / pt. 3

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none, maybe a bit angst, generally fluff, google translated french

note: it’s weird writing about existing people, so just ignore the awkwardness plus it’s not proofread

masterlist / taglist

Your head was spinning, and you felt like you would throw up any second if you moved your body more. You closed your eyes in hopes the world would stop spinning. Breath in, breathe out. You tried to remember what happened last night, but all that came to your mind, or more your mouth, was that awful taste of tequila.

You didn’t like tequila, its taste is weird, you don’t understand the salt and lime thing and it makes you do questionable choices. Like waking up in someone’s bed. That’s exactly what happened, because those sheets weren’t itching like crazy, and they actually felt cozy.

You lifted those cozy sheets to discover nothing. You weren’t naked, you were wearing shirt and underpants? And your socks are still on? Who undressed you last night and they were too polite to actually undress you? Not that you complained, you’d rather wear this than nothing.

With a sigh you wanted to get up without puking. But the moment you were ready to take the first step of sitting up the door opened.

You looked to your left and there was an empty bedside. The covers were pulled back and you saw the crease in the pillow, obviously from someone sleeping on it. You still weren’t sure where you were. This wasn’t the bedroom of your best friend nor was it of someone you knew and had been at their home.

The person standing in the doorway watched your every move, from looking at the bedside to wandering your gaze over the bedroom and finally landing on him. He saw you looking at him and locking eyes. A familiar feeling overtook both of your bodies, and you just couldn’t place what that feeling was.

The handsome man was still looking at you and you couldn’t lift your gaze from him as well. His hand reached his neck where he scratched it. As he took his hand back down you saw it, a silver wedding band. You slept in a married mans bed?! You lifted both your hands to your face to rub your eyes and that’s when your silver wedding band sprung in your eyes.

You had a wedding band? And the same one as the man standing in the doorway?

He cleared his throat and you looked at him. “This is awkward”, he said as he was scratching his neck once again, this time with his right hand. You cleared your throat too, nut trusting your voice after too much tequila from last night.

“Qu’est-ce qu’on va faire, merde. What are we gonna do, shit.” So, he spoke French. But you still didn’t know his name. “I guess, I mean looking at the evidence on our hands, I guess we are married?” Your voice went quieter the more you spoke. You were still hoping it wasn’t true or a dream, but his answer let those hopes disappear in a second.

“Oui, I guess we are married. You woke up in my bed and we both have a ring on our ring finger, that counts as something right?”

You let your body hit the mattress. Your head still hurting, not spinning as much, but still hurting like a bitch. And it made processing the new information very hard. “Okay, so let me get it straight; we don’t know each other, but we got married last night?” Your questionable look made him scoff.

“I know you, what are you talking about?” Now it was you who was scoffing. What did he mean by ‘I know you’? You were thinking hard, where could you have seen this man before. “Charles, Charles Leclerc, we met last week in that coffee shop where you work, and you gave me your number on the coffee cup? Do you recall?”

It hit you like a brick, of course you remember! You couldn’t believe you forgot that gorgeous face. You gave him your number, but he never texted you.

“You never texted me”, you stated. His face twisted into an apologetic look. “I texted you last night?” He was shrugging and you could see his whole upper body tense under the action. This man was built like a Greek statue. “I was in this club with my friends, and I was feeling lonely, that’s when I remembered I had put your number into my phone, so I texted you.”

“And what happened next?”, you had to ask, how did they go form texting to marrying? “You showed up and we took some tequila shots and that’s all I can remember.” His face said it all, the look of confusion and sorrowness. He didn’t know how they got from shots to this.

This was a disaster. All of this is not how you like to spend your mornings. And he didn’t like it that much as well.

He lifted his body from the doorframe and started to walk towards you. He was just a breathtaking view. “Au moins j’ai épousé une belle mariée. At least I married a beautiful bride.”

He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing on this planet. And he thought you were, he thought it the moment he saw you behind the coffee machine. He was so glad he discovered your number on his cup, because he was too afraid to ask for it. Though he was confident in most of his tasks, especially girls, he just couldn’t seem to find his confidence when he first looked at you.

He has no clue how he ended up marrying you a week later. He asked himself where the hell you two could’ve gotten married. You were in Monaco and not Las Vegas. Did you just go to the registry office and asked to be married? You were drunk as hell; how would any civil servant legally marry you? Were you even legally married? You were just wearing rings, that doesn’t mean you two actually got married.

His body hit the bed as he sat down, and you felt the mattress dip down on his side. And as he took his phone form the bedside table you admired his back. His muscles flexing under his every move. Fascinated by his back you didn’t notice how he had sighed multiple times after another.

“We are legally married; I just found the certificate in my emails.” His head now turned to look at you. His eyes staring into yours. Realization hit, you were no longer single and are actually married to this man in front of you. You blinked, once, twice, a hundred times maybe, you didn’t know.

You couldn’t believe it, you were married. “Do you think we should like, get a divorce?”, your voice was shy, you didn’t want to insult him. You didn’t want him to feel like you wouldn’t be married to him. Because you would.

Would you not have married him if you weren't drunk? Because he would have. He would marry you again in heartbeat. “If you want to, we have to be married for at least 12 months until we can get a divorce. I say we at least try to live a life as a married couple?” He looked at you with hopeful eyes. And you couldn’t say no to those eyes, it would be cruel.

“12 months? How do you know that?” - “ I just googled it”, he shrugged his shoulders again. “I guess we could try, I don’t think I would mind it”, your voice once more shy, not sure if he heard what you just said. His eyes lit up; “Really? You would try?” You smiled at him and just nodded your head.

“Can I kiss you?”, he asked with hopeful eyes. You nodded again and before you even closed your eyes, his body was turned towards you and his lips on yours. His lips as soft as a cloud and the kiss so sweet like sugar. You couldn’t believe it, kissing you husband, what a weird sentence going through your brain.

“I guess I have to put your new name into my contacts”, you laugh at him as he removed his lips from yours. He smiled and said: “And what would that be?” As you typed in his new contact name he tried to sneak a glance but he didn’t succeed. Husband was now gracing the top of they're messenger chat.

He smiled as soon as he saw it. And he couldn’t stop smiling. He was smiling like a little boy who just got ice cream. His face even started hurting a bit after smiling so much. He was sure he’d have muscle ache the next day. But you were smiling too. He was making you happy and you didn’t know how or why. He just did and you were content with that. You didn’t question why your heart fluttered every time you looked at him or how he made you smile with just a short glance. Everything just felt normal and right, like it had been that way for ages.

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#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #charles lecrelc #f1 #genderneutral #charles leclerc x you #imagine #wedding #accidental #angst #fluf #x reader #f1 smut #ferrari

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heartsiez · 2 years

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HAZY CONFESSIONS.

you accidentally confess to the boys without even noticing. but oh, do they notice.

⌗ xiao, kazuha, ajax/childe x gn!reader (separate)

⌗ fluff

part 2 (albedo, diluc and scaramouche)

- xiao

“why must you be so weak…” he sighed as he tucked the blanket up to your neck.

you had gotten sick while out fighting. apparently, cryo slimes actually carry sicknesses and now you were suffering from over-fighting them. you were so sweaty, yet you felt so cold and your head had a sharp pain like someone was stabbing at it repeatedly.

xiao placed the back of his hand up to your forehead as your eyes glazed over him with your eyelids struggling to stay open. “just sleep. you’re lucky i was here to take care of you,” he closed his eyes and leant away from you. “but now i must leave. i have business to take care of.”

“do you.. do you have to?” your breath was shaky as you struggled to speak with your throat burning. “yes, i must.” xiao replied standing up from the bed, walking over to your side. “just… call out my name if you really need me.”

you nodded opening your mouth to say something else before he shook his head. “it’s better if you don’t speak. if you speak it means you only get worse and that means more work for me.” you tried to give a glare to him but it only came out as a weak haze. “sleep. it’s what you really need.” he sighed.

as he started to walk away, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. “what?” xiao raised an eyebrow like he was annoyed at the action. truly, he could’ve just easily pulled his arm away with the weak grip you set on him, but he didn’t want to. plus, you were too sick to even notice the fact that he wanted to stay with you, so he took the advantage he’d been granted.

“do you care for me?” you whispered looking at him the fullest you were able to. “care for you?” he gave you a weird look. “of course i care for you i—… i care for most mortals. it’s part of my job to protect them.” xiao hesitated to answer.

you let out a chuckle, “yes.. protect from harm not take care of when sick.” you smirked. he cleared his throat, trying to think of an excuse to answer before he died of humiliation. maybe you being sick didn’t stop that curiosity that he hated oh so much (spoiler alert, he loves it). “i am merely protecting your health from harm.”

“would you do this for anyone else?” you questioned with a croaky voice, your eyes fighting for their life to stay open as you waited for his reply.

xiao stood there tensing. no, of course he wouldn’t do this for anyone else, only you, but he wouldn’t tell you that. though, nor can he lie to you either because you’d see right through him. “look, i have to take my leave.” his voice softened when he saw you on the brink of sleep.

you gave out a small smile to him and xiao swore his heart leaped inside of his chest. “i.. i love you.” your voice whispered out hoarse before your grip on his wrist loosened and fell to the side of the bed.

xiao froze in his spot and his eyes widened, heart feeling tight. you loved him? loved him? him? you reciprocated his feelings that you didn't know he felt for you? was this a joke?

no, it wouldn’t be. you wouldn’t joke about these things and you were too weak to even think about playing some joke right now. though, maybe that was the problem. maybe your mind was just fogged up so bad that you mixed him up with someone else.

but that can’t be. xiao watched you from afar to see if you had any love interests and there was nobody. so were you being true? did you actually love him back?

he needed to get out of the bedroom asap. it felt so suffocating that if he were to stay in there any longer, his body would’ve woken you up and he’d force all his questions onto you. xiao ran outside to the balcony and breathed in the nights cool air, feeing his shoulders loosen and his breathing become lighter and quieter.

he jumped up onto the railing and looked back into the room, you lying down on the bed dreaming about whatever wonder you were dreaming about.

xiao couldn’t help the small smile of joy that claimed his face. he didn’t mind your small confession, not one bit. maybe finally he could open up his heart and learn how to love,

with you.

- kazuha

“oh my y/n…” he muttered with a small chuckle as his eyes followed your sloppy actions at the table.

you had gotten into a drinking contest with venti, and somehow, won. he had gotten 7 intakes and you had gotten 8. though, once venti saw you were indeed a lightweight, he flew out of there faster than the wind leaving kazuha to deal with your drunken self. not that he minded.

“mmh, my heaf hurfts, sort ofh, i shink…” you slurred out, resting your head on the table right in front of kazuhas hands.

“sort of?” he smiled. “i’d say it would hurt a lot.. you did have multiple drinks.” kazuha lifted your head to inspect your face, angling his head to look at the different sides of you. you blushed at the contact he gave you and leaned in more, liking the feeling of his hand. "oh? you're turning red. are you hot maybe? let me get you a drink." he spoke out putting his hand to your forehead.

he let go of you and stood up from the table, going over to diluc at the counter. kazuha spoke to him for a few minutes, the two men looking over like they were talking about you. a few seconds passed and he was handed over a glass of water.

kazuha made his way back and sat down next to you, handing over the glass. "here, this should help sober you up a bit and maybe cool you down." he smiled as you took the water from him. "unfortunately, diluc didn't have any medicine that could clear you up faster, my apologies."

your mind blanked for a second seeing him smile and you spilt half the water down your body. kazuha quickly grabbed some napkins that laid on the table and tried drying your chest. he trailed with the napkin down your torso until he reached the top of your thighs, close to your crotch area where it was clearly most damp.

you could see how he was distracted drying this area of your body which shot a boost of confidence and tease into you, those feelings almost taking over your intoxicated feeling.

you held his collar and dragged him up to you, your eyes level with his. you just stared at him, gaze almost making him a bit scared if it weren't for the slight desire he could see swimming bigger in your eyes.

"you're cuteee... you know that?" dragging on your word with a smile. kazuhas ears turned red as he just blinked at you. words seemed to of disappeared from his knowledge. "i uhm— he cleared his throat. “thank.. you." he shifted a bit when he saw your smile grow wider.

you pulled away from him as you felt your body grow dizzy. kazuha noticed almost instantly by the way you gripped onto the table and your pupils grew wide. "you knoww.." your words started as you made eye contact with him. kazuha moved his arms around you so if you did black out, you wouldn't go slam right into the wooden table.

you put your hand on his arm which was around your waist area and moved your lips only a few from his. "i love you…kazuuuu'." you blabbered out as your body finally shut down.

your head and body had fell flat onto kazuha. you probably would've slipped onto the ground if it weren't for the way his arm had tensed hard around you.

he wasn't surprised, no. he knew you had feelings for him. but what he didn't know was that you loved him. of course he loved you too, too much at least, but he never confessed because he didn't know your feelings were as deep as his.

but then again you were heavily intoxicated and you probably didn't even mean your words, better yet even know what you said. he sighed at the feeling in his stomach. kazuha wanted to be happy, he'd be overjoyed if this were any other situation different then this one. but he just didn't know if you meant those words.

it only then hit him that there was pressure on his hand, kazuha looked down and saw yours entwined with his while your other was gripping onto his waist softly.

“kazuha..” you let out the muffled word as you drooled onto his shirt. his cheeks fluttered a light red and a small smile appeared on his face. how did he think otherwise? drunken words, sober thoughts.

kazuha tightened his grip on your hand and changed your position to be more comfortable. yeah, he had nothing to worry about. he thought as he smiled, picking you up to leave the tavern.

- ajax (childe)

"shit, did i really have to come with you?" you groaned out shivering even under the hundreds of layers you were wearing. "i appreciate that your siblings love me and want me to come see them, but i also appreciate them coming to me where its much warmer."

"ah, you'll get used to it quick y/n! you've just got to come with me every time i come back to snezhnaya." ajax replied, bumping into your shoulder.

you snorted at his words. "funny joke aj." you rolled your eyes until you saw that he was dead serious and your grin dropped slightly. "i am not coming with you to this region that's freezing my ass off while i can't even handle the cold in liyue." you deadpanned.

"what a shame, it would've been nice having your company in my homeland." you gave a quiet, 'uh-huh' and quickened your pace in the snow. "you do know i only bring the closest here right?" ajax spoke, running up to you to put his arm on your shoulder and pull you in.

"you bring your closest people to a region where its colder than cold and where there's danger spying on them in every corner?" you slowly moved yourself closer into the side of his body. to be warm of course, nothing else.

"no, i mean to see my family. they're very important to me and bringing you to see them in my home means that you're someone i can trust." he smiled looking at you. "so, have you brought anyone else to see your family before?" you felt a feeling inside you grow.

"of course i haven't, you've been the only friend i can actually full on trust. yeah i trust the traveller but its a different type of trust, y'know? it's not a close one." and you felt that awful feeling die down inside you as your face let out a smile and you nodded.

you were about to say something until an ice breeze hit you two, you felt like you were almost going to turn into a block of ice right then and there. "fuck, are you okay y/n?" ajax pulled you to his front to take a good look at you.

"can we.. can we go inside somewhere?" you questioned as your body was shivering hard. "yeah, yeah, but the closest place is some small hotel. is that okay?"

you nodded hesitantly and gripped onto his shoulders as he picked you up. ajax made his way quickly to the building he spoke about, the owners already recognising him, let him in with ease. he dropped you down on the bed and threw the blankets on your body. you glared at him for the roughness.

"wow, is that my thank you for saving you from frost bite?" ajax snickered. your glare decapitated and you let out a small groan and pat the spot next to you. "come, sit here. i don't know how you're even surviving standing away from this warm bed." you spoke.

he made his way over to the spot you patted for him and sighed. "years y/n, years have i been here getting used to it. where my home is and where my work is. i'm bound to become accustomed to this weather." he shrugged.

"don't. you sound like an old man reminiscing about the olden days you lived." you laughed out. ajax just stared at you until you stopped laughing. "you have a nice laugh." he smiled at you.

your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, shaking your head to get rid of this feeling in front of him. "you always hear me laugh though?" you questioned him.

"yeah, but this laugh is different." ajax tilted his head at you. "so you're saying my other laughs suck?" you raised your eyebrows with a fake expression to make it look like you're offended.

"well..." ajax trailed off with a teasing smirk. you scoffed and pulled the pillow from behind him into your hands and threw it onto his face. he turned around to you and glared, snatching the pillow and slamming it back onto you.

"you can't do that!" you frowned. "that was my karma to you, you can't do it back." rolling your eyes. ajax laughed at you as he threw another pillow flat into your lap. you were about to pick it up from its place on your legs until he smashed another onto your face and you flew back from the force. you were about to fall off the bed (that was unusually high) and started flailing your legs around.

ajax, realising what he'd done, shot himself across the bed and gripped onto your waist pulling you back. your shoulders to your head dangled off the edge of the bed as you kicked him in the gut making him grunt. “i hate you so much.” you said in a frustrated tone.

pulling yourself up to sit in front of him, you were met with his concerned eyes. “shit, that wasn’t meant to happen. you literally would’ve broken something if you fell off that high.” he broke out into laughter, not noticing the way your eyes were dazed by him.

and he was talking about your laugh? his laugh made you fall into these emotions you had felt for him even harder. “i don’t hate you.” you spoke out suddenly. ajax gave you a confused look. “well, i’d hope you don’t hate—”

“i don't hate you, i love you.” your mouth blurted making you gasp. you felt your body deflate as you saw his expression, wide eyes and his lips slightly parted. "pardon?" he gasped out.

you swallowed your fears. you've already said it so it's too late to back out now, you thought. "i love you, ajax." straightening out your posture. "i..." he just blinked.

fuck. he didn't feel the same did he? "look, it's fine if you don't have the same feelings. it totally is!" you pause, hoping he'd at least say something but he just sat in front of you like a deer in headlights. you looked out the window behind him and saw it was breaking out into dusk. "i should probably go now anyways.. it would be too late to visit your family and we can't really go anyways since its still blizzarding."

you were about to push yourself off the bed until a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. you turned your body around only to see your face inches from ajax. "are you o--" your words died down when he placed his lips up against yours. it was soft and warm, making you fall into him more.

he caressed your neck while gripping your mid-torso. when you pulled away he trailed after you. "want more, huh?" you smirked at him. ajax smiled, "maybe i do." he spoke shrugging his shoulders.

"so, i'm guessing you feel the same?" you asked him. "no i just kiss people on the lips out of nowhere in a friendly matter." he replied sarcastically. you rolled your eyes and leaned against him, pushing all your weight on him to try and topple him over (spoil alert; it didn't work). he wrapped his arm around your back, squishing you into his side.

"but yes, i do love you." ajax confirmed looking at you sweetly with a smile.

⌗ why is kazuhas part such a flop... also this has been sitting in my drafts for a good minute so i decided to finish this during class and it was rushed SORRY

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trentslocss · 4 months

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Happy as ever - TAA

Pairing: pregnant! reader x Trent Alexander Arnold

Warnings: none. just fluff

A/N: this is my first work on tumblr. hope you like it!

P.S. I know the dates don’t really match from finding out to giving birth but hypothetically it is possible so just ignore that and enjoy the show.

masterlist

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Christmas was your favorite holiday. You weren’t a really festive person, but there was just something different about christmas. Especially since you’ve been living with Trent.

The two of you have been married for almost a year now, and this would be your first Christmas as a married couple. This made the holiday even more special for the two of you. You’ve lived together before, but now you have a house you’ve bought together and decorated it from scratch (something you had enjoyed doing, unlike Trent). Of course, this helped make the Christmas in your house as magical as you’ve always dreamed of.

It was the 23rd of December. Trent was currently at Anfield, preparing for the game of the season against Arsenal, the title race at it’s finest. Now, as a loving wife you would usually be at the stadium, but you were feeling rather unwell and decided to watch it at home.

Whilst adding the finishing touches to the decorations in your home in your Alexander-Arnold jersey, you kept looking at the time, making sure not to miss the start of the match. When you were finished with adding the lights to your kitchen cabinets, you jumped on your massive couch and turned the tv on. You suddenly felt like you were going to be sick.

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You were walking up to your driveway. Nervous, shaking like hell. Your keys kept falling out of your hands. The match was probably finished, you wouldn’t know because instead of watching it you were running to the closest pharmacy.

Throwing your purse to the floor, jacket on the couch, shoes scattered one after the other on the carpet, you ran to the bathroom upstairs.

“Come on already” you said to the stick in your hand as you kept shaking your knees. You heard the all to familiar beep of your husband’s car. “Shit”

You could hear the front door being harassed by your lover. Out of fear you threw the stick somewhere in the bathroom and flew out the door and downstairs. “Hey baby” “I don’t deserve any pet names, if I gave that goal I would, but I didn’t” he said with a pout on his face while harassing your fridge now, pulling out a carton of milk and drinking from it. You would normally yell at him about it but you were too stressed to do it.

“Oh baby, don’t do that to yourself” you said while walking to him and engulfing him in a huge hug. “We should have won” his voice was muffled by your shoulder which made you giggle. “Come on, leave the milk. Let’s go to bed”

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Having to console Trent made you forget all about the pregnancy test. You have woken up in the middle of the night, seeing the plus sign.

You were pregnant.

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It was the 25th of December. Christmas. Your and your husband’s favorite holiday.

Now, you usually had a “no presents” rule, but this year you were giving him the present of his life.

You wrapped the box with a red liverpool wrapping paper and a cute bow on top. Going down the stairs from your shared bedroom, you found Trent getting ready for you both to go to his parent’s house. “You ready- Hey, what’s that” he said while tying his shoe laces. “It’s for you, merry christmas” You handed him the box, he took it and felt the bow through his fingers. “I thought we said no presents” He looked up from the present to you, with a small pout on his face. “We did, but this one is different. Open it!”

He carefully untied the bow and the wrapping paper. He opened the box, and groaned when it was filled to the top with red paper. He looked at you and playfully rolled his eyes, knowing it was your way of stalling and building up the anticipation. He cleared through the paper and found a small Liverpool jersey with his number and last name, including the small shorts. “What is this?” He asked, kind of confused. “Look in the pocket of the shorts”

He skeptically put his hand in the pocket and pulled out the positive pregnancy test. “You’re joking baby aren’t you” “No, you’re gonna be a father”

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It was the 6th of October. Trent was playing a game against Manchester United at home. You were way past your due date, so you were stuck eating spicy food while watching the game on tv, praying to the lord the thing would come out of you already. Trent’s brothers were keeping you company by his demand, he didn’t want you to be alone if anything happened.

Liverpool have taken over the lead with Trent’s goal. You jumped up from the sofa, the three of you hugging and screaming, too happy to notice that your water broke.

“Umm, we gotta get you to the hospital” Marcel spoke as you looked down the ground, swallowing hard.

It was 11:30 pm when Trent ran into the hospital, you were close to being ready to give birth. “I fucking hate him. He made me like this and now it’s taking him forever to come? Wasn’t like that when he gave me this thing” You screamed to your doctor, your sarcasm amusing her until you shot her a death glance.

Trent barged into your room, completely out of breath. “Baby I’m so sorry I couldn’t start my car and then Virg was about to give me a ride and then I had to explain to everyone why I couldn’t take the bus with them and then-“ “Trent John Alexander Arnold if you don’t shut up I swear to god I’ll find a way for you to give birth to this baby” He was a bit afraid of you, so he did shut up and took your hand, staying by your side.

“You’re 10 cm wide, we can get started” said the doctor. You looked at Trent who gave you a quick smile and a peck to your cheek, mouthing that you can do it.

After an hour and a half your beautiful baby daughter was born and you could hear her cries. When she was handed to you, the both of you started crying.

After they examined her she was back in your arms, Trent seated next to you, both of you out of words. “Have you chosen a name yet?” “Tina”

“Okay” said the doctor to the nurse. “Tina Alexander Arnold. Born on the 7th of October 2024, 1:45 am”

The two of you looked at each other, neither of you have noticed that it was past midnight and it was Trent’s birthday.

“Happy birthday pretty boy” You said as you handed to him his daughter, the best present in the world.

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seren1tyhaze · 11 months

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sunflower dreams

PAIRING: haechan x afab reader

WORD COUNT: 3k

SUMMARY: you have a new roommate who spends most of his time teasing you during the hours of games you play together online with your friends, but when it comes time to pick a new bed for your room, a sunflower shaped one seems like the perfect way to crack through his bratty exterior.

THANK YOU: A very belated happy birthday to our hyuckie and all my haechan smut lovers out there <3 Once I saw this photo on twitter I knew exactly what I would write for his birthday and I sincerely hope you all enjoy this brief drabble. @strwbrysunday as always, you know what I want to say to you. I'm so glad you enjoyed this <3

WARNINGS: explicit smut, angst, weed smoking, vaping, breakup flashbacks

PLAYLIST: Sunflower, Vol. 6 by Harry Styles - Stronger by NCT Dream - Sunflower (P.E.L) by Choi Yoojung - Sunflower by Vampire Weekend

“What the HELL is in here?!” your roommate nearly screeched as he struggled to drag the heavy object in front of him over the door frame of your apartment.

“It’s for my room, I just need help getting it in there and then you can go back to your lame solo queuing and getting your ass kicked by 12 year olds,” you shouted back over the large cardboard box, tucking an annoying strand of hair back into your ponytail.

Hyuck huffed and tossed his phone onto the couch so he could pull the box easier. You could see his forehead over the top of the box as you pushed, sweat gathering at his brow under long, black bangs.

To be fair, the box was way bigger than you had thought it would be. The listing had said “minimal assembly” which you thought meant it would somehow not be huge - but it turned out to be the opposite. You felt slightly guilty that you had had to get Hyuck to help you come drag the box upstairs and inside.

You smirked deviously, hoping Hyuck’s annoyance would soon be replaced with excitement when he found out what you had ordered for your bedroom. The two of you had recently become roommates after you had ended things with your toxic ex and his roommate had taken a new job in another city.

“You’re letting a girl move in?!” Mark had exclaimed over the steaming hot pot, nearly choking on the clear glass noodles dangling from his lips.

“Mark, chill,” Hyuck had replied, rolling his eyes before dipping a thin piece of beef into the spicy broth in between them. “She’s cool and you know she’s better than half our friends at Valo and on the court.”

Hyuck wasn’t wrong, Mark had watched you pull through as the match MVP quite a few times and was always first picked whenever they played pick up games on the weekends at the gym.

Similarly, Johnny had almost blown a gasket when you had shared the news in a final screaming match the day you were supposed to be meeting your landlord for final checks of your unit. It started with him complaining that you hadn’t cleaned the kitchen well enough before he started asking about where you had moved to.

“Lee Donghyuck? That little twerp?” he had spat at you, looking you up and down, making you suddenly self conscious in the thin tank and sweats you had thrown on for the early morning appointment.

“Leave him alone, Johnny, he’s very nice to let me sublet the extra room at his place. Plus it’s all the way across town which means you don’t have to run into me,” you had rolled your eyes, glancing down at your phone to check the time, wondering how long you were going to have to talk to this asshole.

“I always knew he was desperate to fuck you,” Johnny mumbled. Jealousy and hatred laced his tone, and before you could ask for clarification, your landlord appeared in the doorway.

The two of you finally managed to drag the huge box down the hallway and you immediately grabbed your box cutter, desperate to get to work and get rid of all the extra packaging.

“I’ll leave you to it?” he commented, his statement coming out more as a question as he watched you begin to tackle the large box.

“Yeah yeah, I promise, I’m good! I’ll text you if I need help,” you added, pulling out a copious amount of bubble wrap and tossing it behind him.

“Please don’t,” he quipped back, turning on his heel and closing his door behind him.

Soon you could hear him yelling at Jeno to stop running ahead, knowing they had to be back grinding Fortnite ranks together and failing miserably. The two of them were awful at working together in duos and the only time they were even remotely successful at clearing out teams quickly was when you and Jaemin played with them in squads.

You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes and finally placing your hand on a dark green, velvety pillow. Ripping the plastic bag open, you placed the pillow on your desk, beginning to unpack other pieces of soft, yellow cushions.

You had been scrolling through Pinterest one afternoon at work, hoping to find some ideas to decorate your new room. While you were able to take most of your furniture from your shared apartment with Johnny, the bed had been his, so you desperately needed to find a new one. You had been sleeping on a thin air mattress for the last couple weeks and Hyuck was tired of hearing you complain about your back.

The minute you had laid your eyes on the piece of furniture housed in the giant box you had just hauled in, you knew you had to get it. It matched your style perfectly and was also perfect in so many other ways.

The parts were awkward to fit together without a second set of hands, but it didn’t take too long to assemble. Once you stuffed all the packaging back into the box and pushed it back out into the living room, you stood sweaty but proud in front of your new, giant sunflower bed.

It was round, so it was hard to say if it was King sized, but it seemed pretty close based on the dimensions. The center was dark brown and fuzzy, with giant yellow petals spanning across the frame. You had already had your best friend crochet you some smaller sunflower and leaf decorative pillows that she had dropped off earlier that week. She had also shown up with a small panda plushie with a matching leaf on its head, giving you a long hug in your doorway and reminding you of how strong you were for finally dumping Johnny’s stupid ass.

Grabbing your towel, you headed to the bathroom to shower, letting the hot water cascade over your aching shoulders and scrubbing your body and hair quickly, desperate to take a nap in your new bed. When you passed Hyuck’s room again, you heard him still yelling at Jeno, but based on his call out it sounded like they were playing League and you decided against disturbing him. He would see your new furniture eventually and the growing pit in your stomach was preventing you from showing him anyways, nervous for his reaction.

Once back in your room, you dimmed the lights and put on your chill playlist. You lit some candles on your desk, followed by a blunt, letting the haze flow through the afternoon light streaming through your blinds. As soon as you had ordered the bed, you had found other matching decor for your room, hanging some lighted vines from your ceiling, cascading down the corner near the bed, blending into pale pink and green sheer curtains covering the window. A small mushroom side table held crystals, an ashtray, and your phone charger next to your bed. You smiled, looking around your new space that felt safe and unique to you.

During your relationship with Johnny, you felt like you had lost parts of yourself that had previously brought you so much confidence. He hated when you gamed with the guys, complaining that they were all flirting with you and in the midst of heated comms he would often unplug the router, blaming it on a power surge.

Whenever Jungwoo would come over for face masks and binging the latest season of Single’s Inferno, Johnny would watch with a chilly gaze from the kitchen, sharpening his chef’s knife before slicing up an apple. His possessiveness broke your relationship apart and while you still missed him, you would never miss that disease that plagued your time together.

After you slipped into a soft set of sleep shorts and a cropped tank, you finally let yourself fall onto the center of the large flower. The mattress was as comfortable as all the reviews had said, maybe even more. Taking a long, final drag of the blunt, you extinguished it in the ashtray and curled up into the pillows, smiling as you moved the small bear to your bedside table.

The soothing music, weed, and scent of your favorite candles made your eyes heavy, watching as the hazy smoke flowed through the rays of light across your ceiling, sun warming your bare legs. You don't know when exactly you drifted off to sleep but before you knew it you were stirred awake by a soft knock at the door.

“Hey…did you need any…” came Hyuck’s voice as the door swung open, barely giving you a chance to adjust your shirt that had ridden high up your side, exposing the underside of your breast. The waistband of your shorts had also ridden up your waist in your sleep, exposing much of your thigh.

“Oh…I uh, sorry I didn’t know you were sleeping,” he stuttered, moving to blow out the two candles on your desk, nervously avoiding eye contact with you.

“It’s okay, I should have said something but didn’t want to interrupt your game,” you replied groggily, lifting a heavy hand up to your eyes to rub at them.

“Wait…is that…”Hyuck trailed off, finally noticing the bed design. He looked adorable in the afternoon light, hood pulled up over messy hair, small sections of pink peeking through the black locks.

“A sunflower, yeah,” you replied with a smile, sitting up and leaning back on your arms, neglecting to adjust your shirt, chest pushed out at your new position. You dragged your legs up lightly, digging your feet into the fuzzy brown center of the bed and swaying your knees lighty as you spoke.

“A sunflower,” Hyuck repeated, unable to keep his eyes from dragging up and down your half naked body and damp hair. You looked ethereal in the golden hour sunlight and he let out a sigh before pulling his lime vape pen to his lips for a long drag. He kept eye contact with you through the cloud of smoke, a small smile breaking out onto his lips.

The bed was “perfect in many other ways” due to Hyuck’s gamer tag, SunnyFlowerz, one he had made years ago but had stuck. He had accumulated some sunflower related items over the years, including some stickers on his pc, a bright neon light that hung on the wall behind him and always visible on call, and the small crochet holder he kept his vape in. Some of the guys teased him about it but he always had new facts about the resilient flower to share, including how they track the sun and can self-pollinate.

You knew all these things because even before you had started dating Johnny you had always been intrigued by Donghyuck, the loud, whiny friend who sometimes had hot pink hair and laughed at all your stupid jokes when getting high in the park. You had thought about him late at night or as you touched yourself in the shower more times than you cared to admit. The first thing you had thought of when you saw the sunflower bed was how getting fucked by him in the middle of it would be the sweetest revenge you could ever imagine.

But now in the moment, with your legs inching open wider under Hyuck’s tense gaze, you knew it was more than revenge. You wanted to fall apart underneath him and the way he was looking at you right now confirmed he wanted it too.

Pulling one hand back over his shoulder, Hyuck pulled his hoodie off in a swift motion, dropping it to the floor as he stepped close to the bed, pausing at the edge as his shins touched the soft yellow petals.

“Is this for me?” he asked, dragging the back of his hand lightly against your bare calf.

“Maybe…” you trailed off, shivering slightly at his touch and pulling your chin up, silently begging him to come closer.

Dropping his knees to the bed one by one, he crawled between your legs, caging you in as he crowded over you, tight abs tensing as he leaned over you. His hair was dangling in his eyes, darkened with lust.

Your breath caught in your throat as he brought a hand up to your chest, playing with the thin strap of your shirt, pushing it down to expose your collar bone.

“A pretty flower, all opened up for me,” he murmured, dipping down to nip lightly at the skin of your neck, already on fire from the gentle touch of his fingers.

You felt your core tighten and breath pick up, desperate for him to touch you. Leaning your head back, you opened up more of your neck for him to mouth at, letting out a light moan as he dragged his lips up and down the column of your throat, laving his tongue over a particularly sensitive spot.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you can’t help yourself from mumbling and you swear you can feel him smile against your skin.

“You hid it so well, PandaBare,” he hissed out mockingly, using your own gamer tag, causing you to flush.

“Maybe I have something to show you too,” he added, standing up on his knees to pull at the waistband of his loose gray sweats.

You sat up further on your elbows, gulping and eyes widening. You watched as he first pulled down the sweats and then moved achingly slow to slip his thumbs under the band of his black boxers.

“If you’re about to try to impress me with your massive cock, Lee Donghyuck, you should remember that I used to date the Johnny Suh,” you replied, rolling your eyes at him, even as your heart picked up speed in your chest.

He merely chuckled, ripping down his boxers suddenly, half hard cock springing out and demanding your attention.

Your eyes widened, not at the sight of his arousal, but at the black ink on his hip bone, suddenly visible to you for the first time. You had been to the pool with the boys a few times, but never seen this far below his shorts.

“Is that…” you croaked out, equally as speechless as he had been in your doorway earlier.

“A panda bear? Yeah, it is,” he smiled, running his thumb over the small line art before moving over you again.

“Guess we both weren’t fake flirting on vc then…” you sighed as everything flooded into place in your mind.

Hyuck had been the first to offer you a place to stay and none of the boys had dared say anything in opposition. Even your best friend had encouraged you to move in.

He was always the first one to ream out a sexist team mate on voice chat when they complained about a female voice in the lobby. He always sent you a game off your wishlist on Steam for your birthday, saying he did it for everyone, even if you knew he hadn’t gotten Mark a gift in years. And if Johnny’s reaction had told you anything, it seemed like everyone had been picking up on the vibes for a long time.

“We’re both idiots,” he laughed out, dipping down to finally capture your lips with his, pressing warmly against your mouth.

Your hands flew immediately into his long hair as he yanked down your shorts, grinding his bare crotch against yours. You moaned loudly into his mouth at the feeling of him against your core, wrapping your legs around him tightly, drawing him closer to you.

“Wait,” you gasped into his mouth, reaching your hand over to fumble for your phone.

“Important Twitter update to post?” he asked, cocking a brow as he lifted up, toying with the edge of your top and letting his fingertips brush across your nipples that were peeking out under the neon green fabric.

“No, I have something better,” you said slyly, opening your camera and pulling Hyuck back down on top of you by the back of his neck. Holding the phone out, you snapped a slightly blurry photo that clearly showed Hyuck’s muscular and bare back with you spread out underneath him on the sunflower bed.

You tapped into a phone conversation you hadn’t messaged in in a month, sending off the photo without a caption before letting your phone fall back to the bed.

“Oh you’re evil,” Hyuck laughed maniacally, crashing his lips against yours and snaking a hand between your bodies to drag a finger through your dripping folds.

“Hold on, send him another one like this,” Hyuck murmured against your mouth, kissing down your throat before pulling his face between your thighs and smiling up at you.

You grabbed your phone eagerly, arching your back and tugging your bottom lip between your teeth in ecstasy as you snapped a few photos and videos. A loud moan escaped your throat, causing you to drop the phone and focus back on Hyuck and the long night that seemed to be ahead of you as he pulled his tongue slowly up to your clit, moaning into you in pleasure.

Yes, the sunflower bed was for Hyuck. But also the perfect fuck you to the man who had broken your heart and spent so much time gaslighting and manipulating you.

Across town, a loud string of curses rang out in a tiny apartment, causing Taeyong to rip his headphones off in concern and push open Johnny’s bedroom door. Without replying to his friend, Johnny glanced down at the small sunflower tattoo on his arm and threw his phone violently across the room, knowing the screen most likely shattered as it bounced off the wall.

His angry, jealous comments he had made when he last saw you had been right. Hyuck had always wanted to fuck you and while this was the first time, it looked like this wasn’t going to be the last.

#nct smut #nct x reader #nct fanfic #haechan x reader #haechan smut #hyuck smut #hyuck x reader

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capricornrisingsstuff · 10 months

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So because I love @oneforthemunny and their summer writing game/cuntry boy summer era, I thought I would do another 👙 prompt…but this time with modern!eddie 🖤

Private Dancer (modern!eddie x fem reader)

Summary: reader has bought a new swimsuit and desperately needs modern!eddie’s opinion on it 🥰

Contains: mentions of stripping (reader is a dancer at a club in this au), smut, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, fem!reader, mentions of female anatomy, p in v sex MINORS DNI

As your car trundled up to Eddie’s trailer, you smirked to yourself as you eyed the bag of swimwear on the passenger seat. You’d only had the intention of buying some new everyday underwear pieces, but the new boutique in town caught your eye; so you convinced yourself you needed a couple of new sets for your job at the strip club on the outskirts of Hawkins. You worked there on Fridays and Saturdays, plus any special holidays as the tips were killer and the job was fun; it worked perfectly around your class schedule at the community college.

Swinging the paper bag in your hand as you entered Eddie’s trailer you were met with the sound of heavy metal, the sound of home to you. You eased open Eddie’s bedroom door and the sight before you made your thighs clench. He was shirtless, sitting on the bed with his guitar in his lap, a cigarette hanging from his lips as his curls cascaded down his shoulders. You coughed to get his attention as his eyes were shut in concentration due to a particularly tricky riff he was working on. His head snapped up when he heard you, flashing you a loved up grin “sweetheart! You’re back early, did you find anything” he asked as his eyes shot to the bag.

“I did” you replied as you set the bag on the bed, “and I thought I could give you a show…some new stage outfits for work”. Eddie’s eyes flicked over you as you stepped out of your high waisted shorts and pulled your tank top over your head; you were so happy you’d decided to forgo a bra. “Princess, you know you don’t need stage outfits with a body like that”, he drooled, running his hands up and down your hips while you stood inbetween his legs. You leaned down and kissed him deeply, his hands cupping your tits as you leaned down. “Let me give you a free show baby”, you whispered as you delved into the bag and pulled out a black leather bikini set-matching silver chain dangling from the waistband of the bikini bottoms. Eddie’s eyes were the size of saucers as you squeeze your ample sized tits into the small material.

Your clear heeled pleaser shoes from the corner of Eddie’s room completed the look as you straddled Eddie’s lap “Alexa, play Rainbow in the Dark by Dio” you shouted to the Alexa player in Eddie’s room; which elicited a groan from him. The opening metal guitars made you swirl your hips around Eddie’s crotch-you grabbed both of his thighs, parted them and sank down inbetween his legs. He leaned back on his elbows as you reached up and closed his mouth-his jaw had been hanging open the whole time at the sight of his dream girl dancing to Dio in pleaser heels. You crawled backwards, rolled onto your back and threw your legs in the air, parting them then crossing them at the ankle as you ran your hands down your leather clad tits. Arching your back, you sat up and lunged forward towards the ground, ass wiggling as you brought your body up and propped yourself on your elbows, legs outstretched and using your heels to balance as you shook the meat of your thighs.

Suddenly, you felt a hand in your hair. “If you don’t get back up here right now I’ll leave pretty red palm shaped marks on that ass of yours” Eddie growled. He was hard and he needed you. As you stood up, he kicked off his jeans and boxers and pulled you towards him, hooking his fingers in the waistband of the leather bottoms. “These off, heels left on” he whispered as you kicked off the bottoms with your heels; your exposed cunt within licking distance of Eddie’s tongue. “Usually I would taste those sweet juices of yours but…I need to fuck you into next week” he moaned as you sank down on his already hard, leaking tip.

As you started to bounce, his dick hitting you deliciously in places you didn’t even know existed, Eddie whimpered in your ear “gonna let me come in you princess? Gonna let me get my little slutty pole dancer pregnant?” your cunt clenched around him at his words, “oh she likes that does she? Wearing your little stage outfits with your swollen tits, would you let me fuck you in them? Holding your belly up while you ride me in your little leather s-set” you watched between hooded eyes as his eyes rolled back at the thought of you pregnant with his child and his hands on your swollen belly. “Shit princess I wouldn’t be able to stop sucking on your tits” he moaned as you pushed your tits closer for him to kitten lick your nipples. “Eddie”, you were out of breath but needed that release, needed to come “please Eddie” you whined as his grip on your hips tightened. Eyes darker than you’d seen them, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered “come for me mamas”; you let out the most guttural moan as you came, harder than ever, pushed over the edge by Eddie’s new found breeding kink.

“So…you’re going to let me call you daddy now then?” You asked, Eddie’s cock still inside you in that post orgasm glow. “Sweetheart you can call me anything as long as I can fuck you like that every-time you go shopping. Take my card next time too…daddy wants to treat ya”.

#eddie munson #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson smut #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader

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honeybeefae · 10 months

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oooo forbidden love with eris or azriel? maybe even a triangle 👀

Out of the Woods (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

BINGO: FORBIDDEN LOVE

(I ended up going with Eris bc this idea literally is so much fun plus I’ve got so many Azriel requests! This request didn’t specify if it was NSFW or SFW so I just went for SFW! This literally came to life as I was writing it and I want to continue it SO bad so pls let me know if you guys would be interested lmao)

WARNINGS: Fighting, talks of death, a little gore in terms of blood

You had been coming to these woods ever since you had first seen him chasing after your assailants. What he was doing in the mortal realm you didn’t know nor care but you were grateful he was there that day. He had seen them drag you into the woods, ready to do unspeakable things, until each one of them suddenly burst into flames redder than you had ever seen.

One by one they dropped dead and you stood there, terrified, as the red hair fae emerged from the shadows. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen and while you should have run or screamed or even fought, you just gazed at him.

He stopped a few feet away from you, his amber eyes focused on your breathing as you opened your mouth and whispered, “Thank you.”

It was the last thing he had expected you to say and it took him a minute to recover, a small smile turning his lips despite the image he was trying to portray. You drew in a sharp breath when he stepped into your personal space, bending down until he was at eye level.

“Run.”

The single word made your heart jump and instinct took over, breaking you from the spell as you turned on your heel and ran back to your village. You kept glancing over your shoulder, making sure he wasn’t following and didn’t stop until you were in your bedroom with the door closed. It felt like your heart was about to burst from your chest as you scurried under the covers like a child.

As the adrenaline wore off and the night grew darker you started to drift off to sleep despite yourself, your eyes slowly closing until you dreamed about the man in the forest. You could’ve sworn you felt something touch your cheek that night, the smell of embers and pine wrapping around you like a blanket.

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You didn’t go into the forest for several days, feigning sickness or pain whenever your father would ask you to go forage before the winter. The excuses worked for a while until he put his foot down, yelling at you that you needed to go out or risk starvation.

This time you wore a cloak and had a dagger sheathed in your belt, the empty basket swaying from side to side as you went to the small berry patch close to the thickets and river. You felt tense the entire time, constantly looking over your shoulder, and just as you felt you could relax as you stood you felt eyes on you.

He was staring at you from the other side of the river, taking in your shocked expression before vanishing into thin air. You didn’t stick around to see where he went, turning to run back home only to smack into something solid.

Not something…someone.

“What are you doing in the forest again by yourself?” The man asked, his voice low as he captured your wrist in his hand when you tried to run. “I thought I told you to run.”

Your mouth was dry as you opened and closed it, your pulse fluttering under his fingertips as you struggled briefly to break away. His touch was warm, warmer than the average human, and it made your skin tingle in a weird way.

“Answer me, human.” He sneered, lacking the patience that a man his age probably should have. You knew the fae were practically immortal and given how he looked a few years older than you, he had to have been around for a while.

“I-I had to come to get food for my family.” You stutter, clearing your throat from how hoarse it sounded. “Why are you here? What do you want?”

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be asking those questions.” He responded while glancing at your wrist in his hand. “This forest is too dangerous for someone like you to be in. There are wolves and foxes and evil men waiting to snatch you up.”

“Lucky you killed one of those three for me then, isn’t it?” You said boldly, your eyes widening when you realized you hadn’t filtered that thought from coming out of your mouth. Immediately your cheeks heated and you looked away, pulling once more.

He let you go, smirking when you stumbled back and fell on your ass. You scurried back a few paces when he crouched down to watch you more closely.

“Don’t come into these woods again, do you understand? It is not safe and I’m not going to go out of my way to save you.” He stated, offering his hand for you to take. You glanced at it and then his face, your eyes narrowing in suspicion before he grew tired of your antics and pulled you up himself.

He looked you over one more time, catching the dagger on your hips as it caught the afternoon sun. “And make sure you know how to use that or you might as well beat someone off with a stick.”

As he turned to go back from wherever he came from you found yourself calling for him, voice tight as you asked, “What is your name?”

The fae man stopped but didn’t turn around, debating on what he should say before he turned his head to the left slightly. You could make out his profile, the bridge of his nose, and his pointed ear as he said, “Eris.”

You watched as he disappeared once again, your heart thrumming as you stood there for a moment digesting what had just happened. Eris. His name was Eris. The name sounded weird in your head and yet it was all you could think about on your walk home, testing it on your tongue until you arrived at your doorstep.

Night quickly fell as you washed the fruit and finished your daily chores, bidding your family goodnight and making your way back to your bed. The smell from your dreams was still present, especially by your bed, and you fell asleep once more to the face of the fae, of Eris.

Only this time you dreamt of him in a forest of red and yellow.

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The next time you went into the woods was when your village was under attack by the soldiers of Hybern. They were ransacking every home, every family, and taking whatever they wanted. You had heard the screams of women, men, and children as great fires suddenly lit up the sky.

Your family was trying to gather their most precious belongings but by the time they were ready to run it was too late. Three large men burst inside, their entire aura reeking of evil as they took in your small abode. Without warning you saw your father grab his sword off the wall and hurl it at the tallest soldier blocking the door, watching as it sank into his arm.

He let out a roar of rage and your father screamed at you all to run, his stance brave. You and your mother and brother took the opportunity and sprinted out into the street, feeling the other soldiers hot on your heels. You decided to turn the opposite way and head towards the forest, your head screaming at you as both men followed you.

You were breathing hard as you tried your best to see in the dark, crying out as branches and thorns scraped across your skin. Blood was running down your arms by the time you got to the river and when you turned to look behind you, you realized they were no longer there.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

Seconds were passing by agonizingly slow as you waited with bated breath, sweat making your skin sticky as your head whipped around furiously for any sign of them. A twig snapped behind you and you didn’t have time to brace yourself as a heavy body slammed into you, knocking you onto the forest floor and stealing the very breath from your lungs.

“Stupid bitch thinks she can outrun us.” The soldier laughed, pinning your arms above your head as he glared at you with hatred. “Let’s see how far you can run when I’ve got my c-”

Before he can finish the sentence a ring of fire wraps around his throat and squeezes until his head is severed from his body. Warm blood covers your nightgown as you stare in terror, your vocal cords unable to move as the other Hybern soldier meets the same fate.

Soft footsteps head in your direction and you close your eyes tightly, not wanting to see whoever was going to kill you until you felt the familiar tingle of Eris’s hands wrapping around your body. He lifts you into his arms without a word and looks around, making sure no one is left before vanishing with you held tightly against him.

You felt like you were falling as he appeared in front of a cabin, a small candle lit in the window as he walked through the front door and shut it behind him. He wordlessly walked over to the bathroom and turned on the tap, setting you gingerly on the floor.

He tested the water with his rest and when satisfied, poured some soap into it until bubbles started to appear. You had your knees drawn up to your chest, watching him while he strode over to you and picked you up again. Eris made easy work of your nightgown, ripping it down the middle with just a few fingers and putting you into the water.

Both of your hands came up to cover your chest as he submerged you in warmth, looking at your nightgown with disgust before burning it in his grasp. You blinked rapidly, watching the ash fall to the floor, before turning your eyes to his.

“You came for me.” You whispered hoarsely. “You killed those men…for me.”

“I told you to stay out of the forest.” He snapped, a deep frown settled on his face. “I told you the dangers but you didn’t listen, you refused to listen. Do you know what could have happened to you if I wasn’t there?”

You did know. You wouldn’t be here with a strange fae man named Eris. You wouldn’t be in a warm bath in a grand cabin. You would probably be dead, along with the rest of your family and your village.

The thought of your family had tears falling down your cheeks and into the bath, tiny ripples disturbing the water under the bubbles. You hoped they had escaped, found somewhere to hide, and your father…

A soft sob had your shoulders shaking as you turned your back to Eris, bringing your knees in once more and resting your face between them. Everything you knew, everyone you knew, it was all up in flames. Literally.

Minutes passed by without a word spoken and you had thought he had left you alone until you heard him shuffle behind you and sigh. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s not what you need right now. I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Why do you care so much?” You mumbled, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand. “You barely know me. You’re a fae, I’m a human. What game are you playing here?”

“I’m not playing a game.” Eris defended, watching as you angle your head to look at him. “I swear.”

“Then why save me? Why bring me here? I thought you hated our kind.” You were misdirecting your anger at the man who saved your life but you couldn’t help it, you wanted something to make sense in your life. “Am I a servant to you? Are you going to keep me trapped here for the rest of my life?”

“If I wanted a servant I could have easily found anyone so watch your tone.” Eris suddenly stood, his eyes hot with anger. “Is this how you are thanking me for saving your life? By questioning my decisions? Would you rather I take you back to those terrible men, to that terrible life?”

“I just want an answer!” You scream back, standing up and staring him down. You didn’t care that you were naked, you didn’t care that this man could kill you with a snap of his fingers. He owed you a damn explanation. “Just tell me why!”

Eris’s jaw twitched while his nostrils flared, his fists curling at his side briefly before relaxing. He took a deep breath and turned around and grabbed a towel, tossing it in your direction.

“I don’t have to explain myself to a human.” He said, pausing in the doorframe. “Dry off, get dressed, and come out here when you’re done.”

He shut the door before you could respond but you still let out a scream of frustration, stomping your foot like a child as you gripped the towel firmly. You stared at where he had just been, willing him to come back, before letting your shoulders sag in defeat.

Whatever he was going to do, whatever compelled him to save you, you obviously weren’t going to find out tonight. This communication between the two of you shouldn’t have even started in the first place, it was forbidden and yet here you were.

Stuck in a cabin with Eris…your new home for the time being.

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eddiemunson-fanfic · 11 months

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At work.

Modern!Eddie Munson x Plus size!FM!Reader.

Warnings: edging, dirty talk, fingering, teasing, dom!Eddie, modern!Eddie.

Summary: It was as if it was a game to you. Teasing him, leading him on, knowing he couldn't do shit about it. You knew how crazy you made him when you did this, but god, did your inner slut ignite to the max when you saw and heard how he reacted to you. You loved it, but little did you know that this time would be different than all the other times you've done it, not that you complained of course.

Request from @tessab154

"You fucking minx" he texted you. Making you giggle as you knew how worked up he got from just you telling him how you fantasized about how he would bend you over a car or work station, taking what was rightfully his.

Because that was definitely true. Everything about you was his, and his alone. You loved being his, and you loved it even more when he made you know and feel how much he loved every single part of your body. How much he loved to make you cum, how much he loved the taste of you. How much he loved to be buried deep inside you.

You swear you could almost feel him pulsing inside you just by the thought of it. And god, he was the best lover you've ever had.

"You love it" you sent back, with a picture of your boob, your nipple barely showing.

You could almost see his expression, how he bit down on his lip, trying to stiffle a moan by the sight of your nipple.

Because if there was something he loved more than anything, was how sensitive your nipples were. How you reacted when he swirled his tongue around them, playing, torturing you so so sweet.

"Fuck baby, you have no idea how fucking hard I am just because of you"

"Prove it" you teased, and he obliged faster than you would ever dream of. Oh, he was worked up alright. But god, did he love to tease you just the same amount back. Sending you bulge picture of how hard he was. The tiny dot of precum staining his boxers, making you squeeze your legs together to create some sort of friction.

You could see the vein on his dick all so clearly from the picture he sent, and you wanted nothing more than to be in front of him on your knees, pulling down his boxers, watching his dick do that bounce you loved so dearly when you freed him, grabbing him in your hands and tracing the vein with your tongue, feeling him pulse on your tongue as you did.

"I need you so bad, Eds"

And silence. What the fuck?

He opened the message, it stood clear as day that he had read the message, but why did he not answer?

Minutes passed, and you started to get annoyed by how he made you wait for a response.

If he was jerking off without letting you in on it, you would give him hell so fucking bad when he came home.

You got startled when the front door suddenly shot open, making you scream a tiny bit, and even more so when Eddie suddenly stood in the door way to your bedroom, already rid of his shirt and pants as he stood there trying to catch his breath.

"You fucking tease" he smiled mischievously, walking slowly towards you as he licked his lips.

"What a sight for sore eyes" he said, looking you up and down where you laid, legs spread, naked.

It made you wetter seeing how eager and hungry he was for you. His eyes were driven by lust, and you loved watching him this crazy just for you.

"You needed me, huh pretty girl?" he cooed, laying down beside you in bed, tracing his finger softly up and down your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in it's place, making your breathing catch in your throat, anticipating what he had in mind.

"Mhm" you whimpered, as he leaned down to place a soft kiss to your tummy, placing himself between your legs as he did so.

"Fuck, she's so beautiful" he whispered, almost too low for you to catch what he was saying. The view of him between your legs like this, made you unbelievably wet for him. Making you struggle to keep your cool as he leaned down to place soft kisses to your pussy.

"So wet for me already" he grinned, looking at you between his lashes, grabbing onto your thighs, pushing himself closer to you as he buried his face between your legs without any warning, licking soft stripes with his tongue, licking up your juices as he moaned.

"Tastes so good"

"Eds, please!" you practically begged, gripping his hair as you tugged slightly, your hips bucking up into his face, making him chuckle as he pushed you down by your stomach, tsk'ing at you.

"Use your words, pretty girl, words, I need to hear what you want me to do, don't whine like that"

You hated when he did that. He knew how desperate you got when he turned you on like this. He knew that you had difficulty to use your words or even form a coherent sentence.

"Words, baby, words" he cooed, slithering his entire body upwards, hovering over you, but not too much so you could feel his boner press against where you needed him the most, making you wrap your legs around him to trap him where he was, grinding yourself against him as you moaned, loving the feeling of how it felt when he rubbed against you, your wetness drenching his boxers, making it hard for him to focus. But he was too quick, and way stronger than you.

"Don't think you can brat yourself into an orgasm, pretty girl" he said, pinning you down, and getting loose from the grip you had of him with your legs.

"Don't tempt me, or I will have to bring out the handcuffs and chains again" he warned, but he knew how much it turned you on to be at his complete mercy.

Not that he brought the handcuffs and chains often, but when he did, it was the most intense orgasm you would have. You didn't even know you could cum that much, and that it could feel like it did, but you learned quick after getting into a relationship with Eddie, that this was your new life, and you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Someone doesn't listen today, huh?" he smirked at you as you tried to grab a hold of him by his boxers, trying to pull him towards you.

"Kiss" you whined, and he chuckled.

"Kiss me, please" you whined even more as he just looked at you, watching you wiggle underneath him, so needy for him you could explode.

He pecked your lips softly, teasing you by licking your lips before pulling away.

"I think I need the handcuffs today, don't you?"

He asked you as if you had any say in his decision.

You knew that if you didn't feel comfortable, he would listen, but you both had learned that if the safeword wasn't used, or there wasn't any sign as to you not feeling comfortable about it, you had every right and all the power to stop it.

But you didn't and you didn't complain a single moment when he was buried knuckles deep inside you, curling his fingers just right to make you scream his name.

His dom side was completely out, and he didn't give you any mercy, no matter how much you tried to wiggle your way out of his grip, but it was to no use. He had you cuffed to the bed, and you had no place to go.

"That's it baby, scream my name, make everyone know who makes you feel good" he encouraged, sucking onto your sensitive bud of nerves, making tears form at your eyes from overstimulation.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" you cried out, your hips bucking up into his face, making the sensation of his fingers inside you more intense.

He continued his torture with his fingers, knowing exactly how to torture you into the most intense orgasm ever, crawling his way up to your face as he kissed you hungrily.

The taste of yourself on his lips were intoxicating, drawing you closer and closer by the second, especially when he started to kiss and suck on your neck.

"Are you my good girl? Are you my good fucking girl?" he growled into your ear, making it hard for you to even breathe. How could someone talking dirty have this kind of power over you? You were ready to combust on his fingers right there.

"You gonna cum for me, hmm?" he cooed, probably feeling how tight your pussy squeezed his fingers, making it clear how close you were.

"That's it, right there. Cum for me baby, cum for me pretty girl. Just like that baby, that's it. That's it, pretty girl, yes" he encouraged as you let go completely, riding out your high on his fingers. His chuckle in your ear igniting you almost once again.

"Yes, make a mess on my fingers baby, just like that, fuck"

He let you ride out your high, cooing you and making sure you knew you were safe, brushing your hair and giving you soft kisses as he always did.

The love you had for this man was almost unbearable.

"That's it, there's my good girl" he said as he loosened the handcuffs on your wrist, giving your wrist soft kisses as they came loose from the cuffs.

"Hi" he cooed, cupping your chin softly as you looked at him, fully blissed out as you gave him a small smile, all you could muster at that moment.

"Hi" you answered back, kissing him back, watching what he did as he uncuffed your ankles too, giving them soft rubs and a few kisses on each before he crawled up to lay beside you again, opening his arms for you to cuddle close.

"I have never seen something so fucking sexy as when you cum like that, baby" he chuckled, giving your forehead a small kiss as he rubbed your shoulder with his arm.

You had no energy to answer him as you could feel yourself struggling to stay awake.

"I wanna.." you tried, but to no use. But he knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted to help him too, and he loved you even more for it. No matter how blissed out and how much you struggled to stay awake, you wanted nothing more than to make him feel just as good as he did you.

"Just relax baby, we got the entire weekend on us" you could hear him say before you fell asleep, safely in his arms.

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i don't know about this one you guys.. but i hope you like it :')

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 10 months

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Poolside

Josh x Fem Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, the usual. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Serving a meal to all my hungry Josh gresties. Come fix you a plate. 😏 I hope you all enjoy this! It was a fun one to write. I'm very much Josh lane, so there will be plenty more stories of him coming soon. See you then! ♥️

✨Bajabule!✨

-Ken

You let out a pouty whine as you laid back on the couch next to Josh. He wrapped his hand around your shin, rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb.

"What's the matter sweetheart?” He gave you a warm smile as he leaned his head back.

"Its so hot. I feel like I'm melting." You waved your hand in front of your face, hoping to feel the relief of the slightest breeze, but no luck. The air conditioner in the little one-bedroom apartment you shared with Josh had gone out three hours ago, and he had tried to call a repairman, but they were closed for the night, so you would have to suffer the heat until tomorrow. Josh was handling it better than you. He was used to the Tennessee temperatures.

You had met Josh on one of your business trips and hit it off rather quickly. You took turns visiting each other, but after six months of you both traveling back and forth, he asked you to move down to live with him. You had been here for almost four months and still were struggling to cope with the warm weather.

Josh stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, and grabbed your other leg with his free hand, bending them both at the knees. He leaned forward and rested his chin on your knees, his hands resting on the top of your thighs.

"What can I do for you baby? I'd hate for you to melt away. Plus, I don't want to mop you up." He flashed his teeth and winked.

You couldn't help but smile. He was so pretty. His brown curls were untamed and fluffy due to the humidity in the air, his beautiful tan skin was glowing with a light sheen of sweat, and his deep brown eyes sparkled whenever he looked at you. He was perfect. Sometimes, you were afraid he was a dream you'd wake up from too soon and mourn the loss of.

"Let's go swim." You bit your bottom lip and raised your eyebrows to him, waiting excitedly for his answer. It was late enough that no one would be in the apartment complex’s community pool, and you knew Josh would never turn down a chance to see you in a bikini.

He hummed softly and glanced at the clock on the wall. He ran his fingers gently up and down your thighs, sending goosebumps down your spine before looking back to you and nodding. "Okay."

He kissed your knee as he stood up and stretched. You followed behind him as he made his way to the bedroom to change.

....

"Is it cold?" You asked as Josh dipped his foot into the dark water. Just as you had suspected, there was no one around and the only light was coming from a few walkway lights and the moon. As you watched him shake his head, you noticed how beautiful he was with moonlight kissing his skin.

He walked a few steps to your side and slipped his hand in yours. You smiled at his dimly lit face as he pulled you close. You closed your eyes and breathed in his scent as he gently rocked side to side, and you didn't realize how close you were getting to the pool with his rocking motions until it was too late.

You let out a quick yelp before you were submerged in cool water. You found your footing and stood up, wiping your eyes. You heard his laughter before you saw him, and you shook your head, trying to clear your ears of water, and looked up at him.

"JOSHUA!"

He smiled his shit eating smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"You felt hot, love. I just wanted to cool you down." He jumped in and pushed his hair back as he lifted his head from the water. Fuck, he looked so hot. He moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He peppered kisses on your cheek and worked down your neck.

"Don't be mad, mama. I was only trying to help."

You wrapped your legs around his troso and your arms around his neck. You sighed and bit your lip as he licked little circles on your collar bone. He slid his hands up your sides and cupped your breasts, tracing kisses up to your jawline. He let out a sigh that tickled your ear.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as he squeezed your breasts. You let out a soft moan as you felt a fire ignite in your core.

"Can I taste you, mama?"

He brought his mouth to yours, letting his tongue slip between your lips. A moan escaped you, muffled by his mouth. He walked you to the edge of the pool before he pulled away, giving you a sly grin, and placed his hands on your hips. He lifted you out of the water and onto the concrete edge.

"Let me see you, baby."

You looked around nervously. Your heart pounding in your chest. As if he read your mind, he rubbed your legs and kissed each thigh.

"There's no one around. Let me taste my girl."

He put his head between your thighs and slipped his pointer finger into the side of your bikini bottoms. He pulled them to the side and licked his lips. He looked up at you with sheepish eyes.

"Can I take care of you, sweetheart?"

The want in his eyes made your entire body vibrate. He was so pretty when he was asking to taste your cunt. You spread your legs wider and leaned back on your hands. He let out a quiet moan and leaned into you. As his lips made contact with your throbbing clit, he snaked his hands behind you, grabbing your ass.

His tongue ficked your clit gently, making you lean your head back and dig your fingers into the hard concrete. He pulled away and touched his middle and pointer fingers to your lips. You instinctively opened your mouth, sucking them in. You bit down firmly, causing a hiss to escape him. You wrapped your tongue around them to soothe the sting. He pulled them out and brought them to his open mouth and you watched as his tongue worked them.

With his eyes on yours, he placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing tight circles, before slipping them into you. Your eyebrows scrunched together, and your mouth hung open, you eyes burning into his.

"That's it, mama."

He slipped them in and out at a medium pace. Soft moans and whimpers flowed from you. He placed his free hand on your stomach and returned his tongue to your swollen heat. His fingers curled inside of you, hitting the spot that only he'd been able to find. Your hips started to move with his rhythm, and your hands found his wet hair.

"J-Josh. I'm gonna...cum baby. Don't stop. Please." You stuttered through heavy breaths. He worked his fingers at a faster pace, his tongue babying your clit. You felt the heat in your core rising until it exploded. As your grip got tighter in his hair, you felt him moan against you as he helped you ride out your high.

You could barely hold yourself up as you floated back down to him. He gently pulled his fingers out and licked them clean before he climbed out of the pool and helped you up, your legs shaking as you stood. He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you deeply. You could taste the mixture of yourself and chlorine on his lips. He pulled away and grabbed your hand, leading you to the lounge chairs that were placed around the pool.

He laid down and you noticed how hard his cock was. You bit your lip, your mouth watering just looking at it. You went to get on your knees beside him, but he stopped you with a gentle grab of your wrist.

"Sit on it." He pulled his trunks down until his cock sprung out, bouncing off of his lower stomach. You wasted no time slipping off your bottoms and straddling him. You ran his hard cock through your wet folds before slipping it in your entrance. You both moaned as he filled you up, bottoming out.

His hands found your hips, and his fingers dug into your soft skin. You put your hands on his shins and started to find your pace. Every bounce sent his cock crashing into your sweet spot. He slapped your ass, returning his hand to your hip after.

"Fuck. You feel so good, baby. I love how you ride my cock. So good for me."

His words fanned the fire that was already burning inside you. You brought a hand to your mouth to muffle your screams as you bounced fast on him. With his cock igniting every cell in your body, you felt like you could combust and float into the sky.

"Watching my cock slide in and out of your pretty pussy is absolutely sinful, sweetheart."

He moved his thumb to your clit, driving you to the edge with his touch.

"Cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my cock, princess."

You couldn't help but release on his command. You exploded and dissolved into bliss as your screams, no longer muffled, filled the space around you. You felt warmth inside you as he finished right behind you, whimpers and curses spilling from his lips. You rode him softly, letting him come down from his own soaring release.

He pulled you down to him, your arms on either side of his head. You littered his nose, cheeks, and forehead with soft kisses. He beamed up at you, running his hand up and down your back.

"You drive me wild, girl."

You giggled and sat up, letting him slip out of you. You stood up, wrapped a towel around your waist, and held a hand out to him.

"Let's go get cleaned up, my beautiful boy."

He gave you a shy smile as he tucked himself back into his trunks and grabbed your hand, pulling himself up with a dramatic grunt. You rolled your eyes with a smile and headed towards the door. Before you got to it, you were swept into his arms, giggling, while he sang you a little song that he made up on the spot. You never wanted to be without him.

You wanted this forever, and so did he.

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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 21)

WARNING: NSFW (only for about a paragraph)

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I was lying beside Tywin in bed, just barely waking up. Light was peaking through the windows in the tower of the hand, and I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the room. There was something so lovely about the golden sunlight that Tywin’s bedroom received in the mornings.

He was still asleep beside me though, and I carefully turned over to observe him. He looked so peaceful as he slept, bare chest rising and falling with his breathing. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but at the same time, I wanted to let him sleep.

It had only been a few days since I’d agreed to marry him, and what a wonderful few days they had been. We hadn’t told people yet, besides my grandmother and father, who of course already knew. Neither of us outright said it, but we both understood that once our engagement was announced, nothing would be peaceful until we were married.

I expected that once the news got out, the rumors about us that had died down would only be added to. All seven kingdoms would whisper, and Tywin and I would have to sit back and take it until we were married.

More than anything, though, I was afraid of how Tywin’s children would take it. And by Tywin’s children, I of course meant Cersei. Jaime already knew, and I doubted Tyrion would care, especially since he was at Casterly Rock with Roslin now.

Still, I was genuinely worried that upon learning Tywin and I intended to marry, all seven hells would be brought down upon me.

I took a deep breath, not wishing to think about it any longer. Not when Tywin was sleeping so peacefully beside me.

Or at least, he was. It seemed that just as I thought it, he gasped and sat up in bed, looking around in almost a panic.

I instantly sat up as well, placing a hand on his back.

“Tywin? Are you alright?” I asked softly, rubbing his bare back and feeling the warmth of his skin underneath my hand. He nodded, swallowing and trying to calm himself.

“What time is it?” He asked, trying to oriente himself somewhat.

“I don’t know, but it’s still early. Sleep a little longer,” I suggested softly. He didn’t say anything in reply, so I grabbed at his shoulders and pulled him back down with me. Tywin finally looked over and examined me completely, admiring my naked form. We’d had quite the night.

Tywin was still quiet as he reached out for me and pulled me into his chest, kissing my forehead. I could hear the soft beating of his heart, and it made me smile. He was still just a man, even despite all his armor and walls.

“Are you alright?” I asked again, though only at a whisper this time.

“I’m alright, (Y/N).”

“A bad dream?”

He didn’t reply to that, and I knew he didn’t want to discuss it further. I wrapped my arms around him instead, snuggling closer and intertwining our legs. There was something pleasant about the mornings that Tywin stayed in bed late enough for us to lay together. Though, it was rather odd he had actually listened to me and stayed in bed.

“You’re not busy today?” I questioned.

“Not busy, no. Merely dreading it,” he answered with a sigh, one of his hands slowly coming down my back.

“Who are you meeting with?” I asked, knowing the only time he ever dreaded his work was when he had to speak with people.

“Jaime and Cersei. I’m going to tell them today,” he revealed, making my heart drop. I stayed quiet, not knowing how to respond in a way that would’ve sounded relaxed.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” He inquired softly, adjusting himself and lifting my face so I would look at him. He looked just as stoic as he always did, and it didn’t help to reassure me.

“Yes, I am. Cersei already has enough disdain for me, and it’ll only get worse once she realizes you’re going to marry me,” I admitted, sighing and averting my eyes. He brushed my cheek with his thumb.

“I’m going to make it clear to her that I’m not replacing Joanna. Plus, she may be angry, but she wouldn’t dare to do anything. She would regret the day she was born if she did,” Tywin scoffed, laughing a bit at the end. I wanted to believe him, but to control Cersei was like… well, for lack of a better saying, trying to tame a lion.

“I suppose I ought to tell Margaery today as well, and perhaps send a raven to Loras. He’ll be happy to hear it,” I said, more to myself than anything.

“I’m certain Margaery will appreciate the good news. I’m surprised you haven’t told her yet,” he mentioned, knowing that Margaery and I were quite close.

“I’m nervous that she’ll feel like an afterthought if I tell her I’m going to be married. She’s still a priority to me,” I admitted, feeling guilty somehow.

“It’s possible to have multiple priorities, (Y/N). Now that your grandmother is here with her, you don’t need to worry so much.”

“I know… I just… I’m worried she’ll end up hurting herself or worse. She’s usually so strong, and it’s been odd to see her like this,” I said quietly, hating the feeling it gave me to think about it.

“She’s getting better. She’s been out with Tommen the last few days, and is now staying in his chambers again,” he pointed out.

“I know. I know. Still, I just…”

“You worry, I’m aware. She’ll be alright, (Y/N). All will be well.”

We laid there in silence for a bit as he stroked my hair, and I felt so comforted in his arms. Of all the things I could do today, of all the places in the Red Keep I could go, this was the only place I truly desired to be.

“Part of me wishes we could just… just stay here forever. The two of us alone. It’s been nice having privacy,” I muttered, my finger tracing his lips. He kissed my fingertips and gazed at me sentimentally.

“Yes, it has been. But it’ll be worth it when I get to marry you. When everyone in all seven kingdoms knows that you’re mine,” he hissed while giving my ass a firm squeeze. I jumped a bit, but grinned at him mischievously and reached for his hair. Pulling his head down, I kissed him, and he let out a satisfied hum against my lips.

Tywin grabbed at my hips, pulling me on top of him as he continued to kiss me. Part of me wondered how he still had a lust for more even after we’d spent the previous night exhausting each other.

I supposed one can only acquire lots of power and gold by being insatiable, and that it did not only apply to power and gold.

“Do you imagine all the men around you will look at you with even more envy than they already do?” I asked in between kisses, teasing him slightly because I knew most of it came from his inherent possessiveness. He chuckled, but said nothing, and that meant yes in this context.

I began to kiss his neck, and he bucked his hips a bit in response. Gods, he was always so eager. At least it meant I was doing something right.

“I know you’re upset that we have to tell people so soon, but today is the only good day for it. I’m quite busy for the next several days, and after that I’ll be leaving for Winterfell with the Lannister troops.” He had tried to say it casually, as if I might not notice it in my lust, but I certainly did notice it.

“What?”

I instantly sat up, and for once, having my breasts in his face was not helping my cause. He looked like a small, hungry toddler. I moved my hand to his face, lifting his chin so he would actually meet my eyes.

“Tywin, what do you mean you’re leaving for Winterfell with the Lannister troops?”

He sighed.

“I’m leading 500 men against Stannis, just as you requested that I do,” he said, trying to give me the technical answer, but I saw in his eyes he knew it wouldn’t work.

“I requested that you send 500 men, not that you go yourself,” I said harshly, clenching my jaw. Tywin inhaled sharply and looked around before settling his eyes back on me.

“They’re Lannister men. My men. Who else but me would lead them into battle?”

“Kevan? Jaime? Any of your cousins? You could send any Lannister that isn’t you,” I said, motioning with my hands before setting them down on his chest. He placed his own hands on top of mine and shook his head.

“You wouldn’t want Loras leading your armies for you, (Y/N). Why would I let someone else lead for me?” He pointed out, eyebrows lifted at me.

“Because you’re the Hand of the King! You are the hand of the king, Tywin. You ought to be here,” I argued, knowing deep down it was just because I didn’t want him to leave, especially if he was going to battle.

“Kevan is already on his way here to rule in my stead. I would’ve asked Tyrion to do it if not for his recent marriage. He needs to be focusing on more important things,” Tywin grumbled, sighing as he looked up at me. He couldn’t resist a glance at my chest, however. Tywin was still a man, even if he was the best of them.

“If you’re refusing to stay here, then let me go with you to Winterfell. I’ll fight alongside you,” I said suddenly, the idea sparking into my head. Suddenly I was excited.

“Take you to Winterfell? No,” he scoffed, chuckling as if it was some ridiculous suggestion.

“Why not?” I asked harshly, not enjoying his tone.

“Because there’s absolutely no reason to! You’re not bringing any Tyrell troops with us, (Y/N). There is no reason whatsoever for you to come with me,” he said with a distinct irritation, despite lifting up his legs a bit to relieve some of the pressure off my knees.

“I’m to be your wife, Tywin. Given that my skills are more suited to war than sewing and hosting parties, don’t you think I ought to spend time around your armies?” I reasoned, making his eyebrows stiffen and lips thin as he shook his head.

“I do think you ought to get to know my men. However, given that you didn’t even know I was going to Winterfell until a few minutes ago, I can’t help but feel as though it’s a poor excuse,” he said, looking up at me with his stern eyes. I sighed, leaning my head back and gazing at the bed’s dark red canopy.

“Yes, it is an excuse, but a valid reason nonetheless, and I’d like to go with you to Winterfell,” I told him calmly, knowing I could get a bit explosive when angered.

“You mean you’d like to go to Winterfell so you can taste war again and get yourself hurt, despite just recovering from the wound you received in Dorne,” he remarked dully, a rather fed up look on his face. Normally, he would’ve been spot on with his assessment, and I considered lying and saying he was correct. Somehow, despite knowing that he constantly feared for my life, it made me embarrassed to tell him that I feared for his.

“No, Tywin. That’s not it,” I whispered with a sigh.

“Oh? Then what is?” He questioned, clearly not believing me.

“I’m afraid. I’m afraid you’ll end up hurt. For the longest time I haven’t understood your fears about me, yet the thought of you fighting Stannis Baratheon makes me share the sentiment. I know you’re a capable fighter, Tywin, but even the best of us…” I voiced my concerns, swallowing as I did. There was a look of understanding in his eyes, as he was certainly familiar with the feeling I described.

“That’s exactly why I can’t let you come with me, (Y/N).”

“Tywin, if I’m with you, I can look after you. I can make certain you won’t be hurt. How is it better for you to be alone?” I questioned, knowing that my protection would be more valuable than that of a hundred men. Mainly because I cared more about him than any of those fools, but also because I was better at fighting than they were.

“It’s better that you’re not with me because if you are, I’m going to spend the entire time looking after you instead of focusing on the men around me,” he said softly, a hand coming up to my cheek. I leaned into his warm palm, giving him a look of desperation.

“If I spend the entire battle looking after you, and you spend the entire battle looking after me, we’ll be fine. Stannis Baratheon is the reason I’m here with you right now, don’t you think we ought to thank him for it?” I reasoned, subtly insinuating that we should end him, together this time.

“Stannis Baratheon is the reason you ended up with a wound that nearly killed you.”

“Yes, and you carried me across the battlefield. Either we go together or you don’t go, Tywin.”

He seriously contemplated, staying quiet for a moment or two as he looked me directly in the eyes. He was fond of doing this, of making people back down with his icy stare. But no, I would not look away nor would I relent. My offer was final.

“You really are in a rush to get yourself killed, aren’t you?” He said softly, to which I smiled and laughed.

“You just noticed?”

He smiled at that too, and I leaned down to kiss him as his hands came back to my hips.

“I’ll stay safe, Tywin, I promise,” I whispered, reassuring him as I kissed his shoulder. His hands slowly made their way up my sides, and he leaned into me.

“As will I, sweet girl.”

He kissed me again, and I could feel him beginning to grow hard under me. It truly amazed me just how eager he could be at times.

“When are you going to tell your children?” I muttered as he began to suck at my neck. Excitement was filling my stomach, and I grinded against him.

“Soon. But first…”

He pushed me onto the mattress, flipping me onto my stomach and getting up behind me. He was standing on his knees, and I smiled as I raised my ass toward him.

I heard his deep chuckle, and then felt his hands at my hips, dragging me closer to him as he mounted me. I moaned as he pushed inside me, my weight on my forearms. I threw my head back in pleasure, and I felt one of his hands come up my back.

“Is this making you excited to tell your children?” I teased, laughing slightly as he began to thrust into me.

“It’s helping me clear my head,” he groaned, fingers gripping at my hips to hold me close. It made me recall something Bronn had said to Jaime on our way to Dorne.

Nothing like a good fuck before a fight.

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Tywin wasn’t nervous, but he was already annoyed. He was at his desk, and he expected his children any minute now. This annoyance came from the fact that he knew this conversation would not go smoothly, and it was extremely burdensome to him that his children always felt the need to make things difficult.

Maybe they got it from him. That was what you suspected, at least.

Meanwhile, Jaime and Cersei felt the same sinking fear in their stomachs that they got whenever their father decided to call upon them. They never knew what to expect from their father, minus that they would be looked down upon in one way or another. Their father was above compliments, as success was an expectation and failure was a disappointment.

And, their father never cared enough to inform them of his own decisions and opinions. In the same way, they often assumed they were above his too. Tywin frequently wished his children would ask his opinion before deciding to do things. Their family would be even more powerful and successful if they did.

There was a knock upon the door, and Tywin instantly rose from his seat, making his way over to the table and sitting down at the head of it.

When the door opened, Cersei walked in first, then followed by her twin brother. The fear in both of their eyes reminded him of when they were children and he couldn’t tell them apart.

“Father,” Jaime greeted, armor clanking as he sat down two chairs away from his father. Cersei sat one closer on the opposite side, trying to appear a bit more brave. Tywin paid them no mind, trying to figure out what he was going to say.

“I have news for the two of you,” he said once they were both settled in. He poured two cups of wine and offered them, which made both children cautious. It was rare that their father drank with them. In a setting like this, anyways.

“Just for the two of us?” Cersei questioned, wary eyes settling on her fathers.

“No. A raven has been sent to your younger brother, rest assured. And once the three of you know, so will all seven kingdoms,” he remarked, taking a sip of wine. Jaime looked over at his sister, but she did not look back at him. He could tell by the look on her face, however, that she was thinking the same thing.

What in the seven hells was going on?

“I’m assuming it’s not news we’re going to like,” Jaime said then, never wanting to expect good news from his father. If it had been good, Tywin would’ve sounded smug.

“I don’t expect you to feel any way about it. More than anything, because it doesn’t matter if you’re upset, it’ll happen regardless,” Tywin replied, really not making things any clearer to his children. In a way, he almost enjoyed the confusion in their eyes.

“It will happen?” Jaime inquired, making Cersei wish he’d just shut up and wait for their father to tell them the damned news.

“I’m going to marry (Y/N) Tyrell.”

Most fathers—especially ones that had lost their wives—would have taken their time with the subject, or perhaps began by explaining that their children's mother would in no way be replaced.

But Tywin Lannister was not most fathers, and that had been abundantly clear for quite some time.

Both Cersei and Jaime remained quiet, but the distinct difference was in their eyes. There was a decent amount of shock in Jaime’s eyes, because even despite what you had told him in Dorne, he’d never believed his father would go so far as to actually marry you.

Cersei, on the other hand, looked furious. Though Tywin knew her well enough to know that beneath her anger, there was a great hurt. She looked as if she might cry, and it didn’t entirely surprise him.

“Why- why would the most powerful man in Westeros have any reason for a political marriage? Especially with a house he’s already allied with,” Jaime questioned, wanting to hear what his father had to say about all this. Would he lie?

“He wouldn’t. I have no political motives.”

Cersei’s jaw was clenched so tight it was beginning to feel sore.

“So the rumors are true?” Jaime asked softly. Tywin nodded, and Cersei gripped the arms of her chair.

“So I was right? The entire time, I was right, and yet you continued to lie because you didn’t want to admit that you’d be letting her manipulate you,” Cersei said through her teeth, making Jaime raise both eyebrows.

“What?”

“She has not been manipulating me. I told you this before, it’s because I respect her,” Tywin said sharply, to which his daughter laughed and shook her head. Jaime’s exclamation had been ignored, he was not of any importance to either his sister or his father in this discussion.

“Yes, it has nothing to do with the fact that she lets you fuck her and in turn you do whatever she wants, and she’s been doing it so well that now you want to marry her,” Cersei continued, though she was walking on eggshells and all present knew it. Tywin’s eyes ignited, making her lean back just a bit. Enough to be noticeable, however. Jaime attempted to intervene.

“Cersei-“

“Out! Get out!”

Jaime sighed, standing from the table and looking over at his father. He had no visible reaction to Cersei telling him to leave, and he took it as a sign. In all honesty, he did not want to witness whatever was about to be said. If their father could not control her, he certainly wouldn’t be able to.

He pushed his chair in before leaving the room, utter silence as Tywin and Cersei stared each other down.

“Do you want me to be honest with you, Cersei? Will you actually listen?” Tywin scowled, downing more wine as he finished his sentence. She began to open her mouth, but he didn’t let her say anything.

“I bedded Lady (Y/N) for the first time right before she left for Dorne. We were romantically engaged beforehand, but I was not being manipulated. You may not want to believe it, but she is quite intelligent and she is very capable. That’s why I listen to her. Do you really think I’d marry a woman whose advice I didn’t trust? Do you think I’d marry a fool?”

Cersei stayed quiet for a moment, and then she smiled to herself. It was not genuine, of course.

“Do you want to know what I told Tyrion once?”

“Not particularly, no.”

“I told him that the reason Lord Varys is so dangerous is because he has no cock. I told him that most men are only capable of thinking with the little, ugly worms between their legs and nothing else,” Cersei said slowly, fire still in her eyes. Tywin scoffed at that before giving an audible laugh. It caught his daughter off guard.

“And am I most men, Cersei? Tell me, do you truly think that? You’re correct, most men think with their cocks and not their brains, I saw it happen with my father and his whores,” Tywin scowled, recalling the bitter memories. The man had given her his mothers’ jewelry. The thought always managed to make Tywin feel anger and disgust.

“And I’ll admit it, like all men, I have sexual desires. Over the years, I’ve laid with many whores. Not that any of you would ever know, a decent man ought to keep that to himself. But never once has that desire impacted a decision I made for our family, and it never will. If all I wanted was a whore, I’d buy one. I’m not marrying (Y/N) because I desire her, I’m marrying her because I love her,” he explained, voice softening at the end. Cersei tried to process all that she’d just heard.

Her father laid with whores? Somehow, it didn’t seem possible to her. It had never even crossed her mind that he might let someone so far beneath him even touch him, let alone fuck him. She didn’t want to believe it. She knew it wasn’t the same, of course, but the thought of her father bedding whores humanized him in a way she couldn’t handle. She couldn’t bear the thought of him being just like every other man.

But more than that, she didn’t want to believe that her father actually loved you. It might’ve even been easier for her to process this marriage if he truly only had wanted to fuck you. Maybe it wouldn’t feel like such a betrayal.

Not to her, but to her mother.

After their mother had died, Cersei had watched and observed the change in her father more than Jaime had. Cersei had been outside the door when her mother died, and when the handmaidens left the room to give Tywin some space, she vividly remembered the sight of her father at the bedside. He had been holding her mothers lifeless body, and sobbing violently as he did. She’d never seen her father cry before that day, and she never had since. She often felt that if it hadn’t been so vivid, she might’ve made it up in her head.

It seemed impossible to Cersei that even after that, her father had managed to fall in love with another woman.

Tywin could see all the thoughts rushing through his daughter's head as he spoke, and Cersei had continued to stay quiet even after he’d finished.

“Does it upset you that I love her?” He asked softly, feeling that perhaps he might’ve caught Cersei in precisely the right mood to ask that. Of course, the last thing Cersei wanted was to appear vulnerable. She rose from her chair, the legs scraping against the floor as she did.

“Does it upset me? After you married me off to Robert and tried to do it again with Loras Tyrell? Does it upset me that you get to marry her because you love her?” She hissed, hands planted on the table as she leaned over her father.

“Your marriage to Robert made you queen, and if I recall correctly, you were quite excited to marry Robert at first,” he pointed out, to which she laughed and looked away, head hanging down for a moment before she unleashed her full anger.

“Yes, yes, I was excited to marry Robert. I’m sure you can imagine just how quickly that changed when he moaned Lyanna Stark’s name in my ear on our wedding night!” She yelled, though it wasn’t exactly directed at her father. The anger was just anger. It was for Robert but toward nobody in particular.

Tywin would have made a snide comment, but Lyanna Stark had always been a rough subject for Cersei and he knew that. The two men—it was only two as far as Tywin was concerned—that Cersei had ever loved both wanted Lyanna Stark.

“How would you have felt, father? How would you have felt if upon marrying my mother, she had whispered ‘Aerys’ in your ear!” Cersei continued to shout. She had not meant to take out this memory on her father, but she had lit the fuse, and it was something she could no longer contain.

As she said it, she knew her mistake, but her mouth had already opened and she knew she had to go through with it.

Tywin’s eyes looked as if all seven hells were threatening to escape from inside of him, and he shot out of his chair within seconds.

Cersei stepped back from the table, afraid he might hit her for saying such a thing. Upon seeing his daughter do this, guilt consumed Tywin for just a moment.

Then he was furious again.

“You would do well to never speak that man’s name in the same sentence as your mother again, do you understand me?” His tone was low and deep, and Cersei couldn’t recall the last time she’d heard him speak with such a fury in his voice.

She was silent for a moment, and then she hung her head.

“I’m sorry, father. I shouldn’t have said it,” she whispered. It was genuine, too. She regretted that it had slipped from her mouth, more because she knew that her mother had only loved one man as long as she’d lived, and it certainly had not been the Mad King.

Tywin said nothing, and merely took a deep breath. While this conversation was not going as he’d wanted it to, it certainly could’ve been much worse and he knew that.

“It’s your mother, isn’t it? That’s why you’re upset,” he said, voice more genuine than anything. Cersei, though she didn’t want to, felt herself soften. Her shoulders relaxed and so did her jaw. Tywin knew he didn’t have to ask, he was right. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to appear condescending. If he did that, Cersei would merely claim he knew nothing about how she felt.

When he received nothing but silence, he made his way toward Cersei and took her in his arms. She stood there frozen for a moment. Was her father hugging her?

When he did not let go, she let her hands come to his back, and she buried her face in his shoulder. His scent was so familiar to her, and even though she knew he’d brought her great pain throughout her life, it still brought her great comfort. He was her father through and through. Despite his demands and his constant disappointment, Cersei had always known that no matter how many times she fell short, Tywin would always defend her when others felt the same way he did.

He would always say ‘you’re a Lannister,’ and yet Cersei could recall several times in which it had sounded more like ‘you’re my daughter,’ when he’d said it.

“I’m not replacing your mother, Cersei. I will never replace her. Whatever love I have for Lady (Y/N) does not diminish how I felt, and continue to feel, about your mother. Loving another woman does not mean I’ve stopped loving her,” Tywin whispered, feeling Cersei clutch at him a bit tighter now. Without seeing her face, it almost felt like he was hugging Joanna. It made him sentimental, and oddly sad. He loved you so dearly, and yet even despite that, he would never be able to fully recover from Joanna’s death.

Cersei said nothing, but instead began to cry. It was involuntary, and she tried to stop herself, but found that she couldn’t while she was buried in her fathers chest this way. Feeling as though he genuinely loved and cared about her seemed to affect Cersei in a way she never would’ve expected.

That, combined with memories of her dead mother, seemed to break Cersei. She thought her father might pull away, uncomfortable and disappointed. But he did not.

Instead, he began to pet her hair, letting her cry as she needed to.

“I’ve never been like mother. I see her face in the mirror sometimes but I never hear her voice when I speak,” Cersei choked out, sniffling and looking up at her father now. Tywin wiped the tears from her cheeks and held her gaze.

“Mother was always kind. She was firm but never cruel. All I can ever do is be cruel,” she whispered, looking down.

“You love your children, Cersei. All mothers do. If you want to be like your own mother, perhaps try to consider that. You might also want to consider that not everyone around you has malicious intentions. It’s always good to be aware, but it’s alright to make alliances. When you see everyone around you as an enemy, they become enemies,” Tywin said, trying to get it into her head that often the people around you can be beneficial.

If Cersei was honest, you were her favorite of the Tyrell women. Margaery had dug her claws into Tommen, and your grandmother was well… your grandmother.

Especially after you'd brought Myrcella home, Cersei had decided you were at the very least better than most of the women at court. That normally wasn’t much, but it was a lot by Cersei’s standards. She was by no means happy that you were going to marry her father, but if he was intent upon marrying, she was glad it was you.

On top of that, if you truly had earned her fathers respect and admiration, she felt she might as well attempt to engage with you. Gods, there were so many Tyrells in her family now.

“I’m glad you’re happy, father. You smile more now,” Cersei muttered, appreciating how warm her fathers eyes were when he wasn’t annoyed. She couldn’t help but wonder if this would be like the day she found him crying. Something that would happen once and then never again.

“She’s made me a better man.”

“Thank the gods.”

“No, Cersei. Thank (Y/N).”

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sofasoap · 8 months

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Lastochka AU - Strange marriage

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: He wants you, and maybe you want him too?

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature to Explicit Theme. Crack Fic. I repeat. Crack fic. don’t take it so seriously. Swearing, talk of gore, Smutty smut talks.

A/N : The meaningless crack plot continues. I seriously don't know how. Thanks to @siilvan for listening to my weird blabbering on Nik, @nrdmssgs giving me correct Russian words.

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You are lying in your bed. Staring at the ceiling.

Naked.

With Nikolai’s face buried between your breasts, arms holding you tight, lightly snoring away.

How did you two get into this situation?

Why did you even say yes to marrying him? To a man that you haven’t even gone on a third date with?

“So what do you say, Lastochka, will you marry me?” Nikolai stood there, with his arms crossed, a scheming smile on his face.

You blinked your eyes a few times before turning towards the ruined carpet.“..... get someone to clean up the carpet first before we discuss marriage please. I am going to lose my bond money because of that.”

Nikolai let out a barking laugh and shook his head, amused by your response. “Oh my dear, dear Lastochka.” he chuckled as he took a step closer, gently pulling you into him.“Whatever my little bird wants, she will get it. Come. Let’s get you back into bed. You must be tired. I’ll deal with all this tomorrow. Don’t worry about it.”

Exhaustion overtook you as you lean into his chest, eyes slowly fluttering close. Getting chased, getting shot at, seeing your date’s (delicious) near naked body, people breaking into your house and dying in it, plus marriage proposal. It’s been a long day.

You woke up to an empty bed.

With a half awakened brain, you started to wonder if the events from the previous day were all but a dream. Until you hear slight clinking noises coming from your kitchen, and the faint smell of cigarette and musky cologne on your bed sheet reassures you that, in fact, everything that happened was real.

Slowly strolling out of your bedroom, yawning and scratching your head, you notice the glasses on the floor have been cleared away and a slight cold breeze blowing through the broken window.

You shivered slightly as you dragged your wearily body towards the kitchen. Some caffeine will do you good. That’s when you notice Nikolai’s standing in front of the stove, pouring some freshly made coffee into a mug. Your mind starts to wander again.

Nikolai wakes you up with kisses on your face, murmuring into your ears, with his low and husky morning voice, telling you how much he wants you,how much he lov..…..

Snapping back to reality again with Nikolai now standing in front of you, two cups of coffee in hand, eyebrows cocking up with a worried look as you stood there, zoning out.

“Morning Lastochka. Had a good sleep?” he greeted you after you rubbed your eyes, distracting yourself from spiralling down a rabbit hole of unrealistic thoughts. Oh the voice, that husky voice, just as you have imagined, making you want to drag him into your room and do unspeakable things.

Damn it, lusting after him again. Grabbing the coffee as you fidget around restlessly, not daring to look at his face nor trusting your voice without blurting out your unhinged thoughts, you let out a little squeak of confirmation after taking a sip of the coffee.

“Good. I have organised someone to come over to get everything fixed when we are out.” Nik said as he made himself comfortable on the breakfast bar stool. Awkward silence ensues between the two of you as he stares at you.

“So…” you perked up, breaking the silence. “About the question from last night..” you trailed off, not quite knowing how to proceed. Nikolai's eyes opened wide, as if he just remembered something.

“Oh, that reminded me. Be right back.” he strides back towards the bedroom, and appears again, minutes later. He proceeds to kneel in front of you, with a ring in hand. “Got to do this properly. Now, my lovely Lastochka, would you marry me? For your own protection? ”

“Where did you get the ring from?!!” you gaped, reeling.

“Somewhere.” he shrugged, not elaborating more. This man just keeps bringing you surprises after surprises, first crashing into your life with his crazy driving, taking you on a surprise date (you still need to plot your revenge against Kyle and the Captain for that, you reminded yourself), and now, where the hell did he manage to produce that ring,out of thin air? Has he been carrying it around with him all this time, or he just kept it in some mysterious space that you don’t know about?

“Don’t like it? I can get a new one, you pick.” he commented as he saw you staring at the ring, frowning. “Oh, no. No, It’s beautiful, I am just admiring the design..it’s fine.” you replied hastily, shaking your head, reassuring him.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asked with a hint of hope in his voice.

Closing your eyes letting out a sigh, before you opened it again, to point at your left hand and give him your reply. “Just put that ring onto my finger Nikolai.” you are so sure you are going to regret this later down the track.

The brilliant smile that appeared on his face made you swoon slightly. He carefully slides his ring onto your finger, and holds it up to his lip, kissing it lightly, all the while keeping his eye on yours.

“Not going to give your fiancée a kiss on the lip?” you quipped, “To celebrate our engagement?” One thing you have noticed, after each date, he doesn’t give you a proper kiss on the lip. He would hold you close, kiss your hand, your head, or the most, just lightly on your cheek. What is holding him back?

“I am saving that for much later.” as he replies, you can feel his hand that’s grasping yours tightens up.

“You scared?” you taunted, deciding to be a bit brave, pushing him a little bit.

Nikolai stood up all of sudden, startling you. As he leaning down close to your face, lips a few inches away from yours, he voice drops impossibly low, dripping with want and lust.

“OH my Lastochka, you know why I've been holding back?” he purred, one hand sliding up your arm, your neck and cupping your face, sending shivers down your spine. “Once I start, there will be no holding back. You will be screaming out loud, begging for mercy, and crawling back for more..” he warned.

“Sounds like my cup of tea.” you smirked. Game on. If he is issuing you a challenge, thinking you are some weak damsel that can’t take a bit of pounding. “Let's see if you can satisfy my appetite with what you got, милый.” you deliberately punctuated the endearment in Russian, retorting him.

He growls as he pulls you closer, body impossibly tight against his. “If I was you, I wouldn’t throw down your gauntlet so easily.“ he warned, giving you one more chance to decline. Oh, he is definitely turned on. You can feel the hardness through the pants. Maybe you should play with him a little bit more.

You pushed yourself away from him,letting out a dramatic sigh.“On second thought, maybe we should get married first, before we do anything..out of wedlock.” you said, patting on the face. “I’ll go get ready for our important day, I am sure you want your fiancée to look presentable for the big day?” With that note, you turned back towards your bedroom, leaving a half stunned and roused Nikolai standing in the middle of the living room.

Only if you know what awaits you that night.

“You think it's fun being a tease, Lastochka?” You stared at your… now officially husband, through your half lidded eyes.

As soon as both of you passed through the threshold of your apartment door, he pushed you against the wall, grinding you.

“It’s called getting you into the mood, dear husband.” you replied with an airy voice, fiddling with his gold chain. “Besides, who was the one that kept groping my ass while the celebrant was going through the paperworks?”

“Oh look who's talking?” he smirked, "I distinctly remember my lovely wife’s wandering hand touching me, while begging to be taken before we got home?”

“Oh shut up and kiss me, Nikolai.” you huffed, yanking him down lightly by his gold chain. “And show me a good time, like you promised. Or are you all talk and no show?”

His mouth descended on you before you could react. And it’s not the gentle, loving kiss he gave you at the registry office. This a lust, longing, want, and desire, pouring through the searing kiss. He isn’t holding back this time.

The two of you tearing each other's clothes off as both of you stumble towards the bedroom, mouth only left each other as you spotted the now spotless living room through your peripheral vision.

“Oh, the window and carpet are all fixed up.” you commented, panting away. “Look better than before too.”

“Eyes on me, Lastochka, the carpet isn’t gonna give you a good time, I am. “ he gently grabbed your face, turning your attention back. “ Unless you want me to take you on the floor in front of the window..” he snickered as he made the suggestion.

“Save your back ,old man, I think the bed will be more comfortable for you.” you retorted as your hand searched for the door knob to your bedroom behind your back. He reached over and helped you open it. That’s odd, you thought. You don’t remember shutting the bedroom door before you left the apartment….

Your eyes widened with surprise as you turned around, freshly made bed with rose petals scattered around the top of your bed, incense candles with your favourite scent…..

…. With five boxes of condoms and a large bottle of lubricant sitting on the side table.

“Like my surprise?” Nikolai whispered as he looped his arm around your waist from behind, kissing your neck, eliciting a small whimper from you.

“So confident that we will need that many condoms?” you huffed as you try to control your breathing, getting more and more turned on as his hand wandered further down towards your now dripping core.

“Ah, my Lastochka,” one hand travels back up, brushes past your nipple, making you shiver as he grabs your chin, “ You did request me to satisfy your very big appetite, and who am I to deny my beautiful wife’s request?” he responded with a hint of arrogance.

“Being cocky with your mouth now are we? Now let’s see that real cock of yours is just as clever as the one above.”

You have to admit, you actually like the romantic touch, despite taking a jab at his effort.

No, the sensible side chided you. He is doing this because he is luring you into bed ( which is doing quite successfully) giving you a good time, protecting you from other strange mobs with the marriage of convenience. You reminded yourself, to keep resisting the urge of falling deeper for this man. Just think of it as a one night stand, once off friend with benefits. Until he slides his fingers between your wet folds, teasing your clit with his thumb. Ok, maybe you wouldn't mind having this more often. Keeping him in your bed seems like a good idea.

The moment his cock was fully presented to you, in all its glory, lust triumphs over logic. How he fills you, makes you scream out for him, melting with his touch. You even manage to put his ego in check with him whimpering underneath you a few times, riding him hard.

As you slowly drift off to sleep with his light snoring and rumbling vibration as a calm and soothing presence, you work hard pushing away that little bubbling warm feeling in the corner of your heart. You don’t want to think about it now. Denial switch flipped on.

One thing for sure, you want that cock all for yourself, on call, 24/7, for the rest of your life.

“So, what’s been happening?” Gaz asked as he settled himself on the stool, pushing your pint of beer towards you. “I haven’t seen you in a few months, it’s good to catch up again.”

Nodding him a thanks, you took a gulp of the beer before you answered his question.

“Well… Work has been busy. House got broken into as you probably heard from Price.. And Oh, I got married.” you tried to pass the news off nonchalantly, eyeing your friend’s reaction from the corner of your eyes.

Gaz spat out his beer.

“Could you repeat that?!” he gaped at you, beer dribbling out from his mouth, in disbelief.

“I, um, got married? And please wipe your mouth Kyle…” you replied meekly while passing him a napkin. You held out your left hand out, showing him the engagement ring and wedding band. Gaz grabbed hold of your hand, staring at the ring close up, with a confused expression.

“But, how, when,why, where,what… wait. Most importantly, WHOM WITH?”

Before you could open your mouth again, you felt a pair of arm snakes around your waist, followed by kisses peppering your cheek.

“Hello my Lastochka, sorry I am late. Had few businesses to take care of first..” Nikolai purred, “Oh hi, Gaz.” he greets Gaz, like an afterthought.

“Wait, him?!!!” Gaz pointed at Nikolai, utterly shocked. You smack at Nikolai’s hand that is subtly gliding towards your thigh as you roll your eyes.

“Yes, him. Why are you acting all surprised? You were the one that introduced me to him.” You plaster on an exaggerated and annoyed smile on your face. You finally got your revenge on him. You will never admit to him, not even a little, that his years of matchmaking effort finally paid off.

“Who’s surprised? What is going on?” Soap and Ghost appeared behind you and Nikolai, cutting into the conversation.

“Ah! There is my lovely brother in law!’ Nikolai’s arm let go of you, turned towards Soap and scoop him up into a bear hug, taking him by surprise. Grabbing him by the shoulder after letting him go, Nikolai laughed and dragged Soap towards the bar area, “Come! We have a bit of celebration to do today. Drinks on me! You should know what the best vodka tastes like and you will never want to touch whisky again!.”

Still out of the loop and confused on what is happening, Soap looked back at you for an answer, you just shrugged your shoulders and let your husband drag him away.

Oh well, at least your new husband is having bonding time with his new in-law.

Shaking your head, you turned back towards Ghost, “Sorry, you gonna have to deal with his hungover tomorrow.” you apologised.

“Nothing new.” he grumbled as he took his seat beside Gaz, elbowing him to knock him out of his shock. “Congratulations by the way.”

“Thank you. Just got to tell my parents now.”You sighed. Something you are not looking forward to. Their daughter got married all of sudden, to someone who they never met before. Oh well, you can use Johnny as an excuse, at least he knows Nikolai well enough.

“I am not helping you with that.” Ghost quickly replied, not wanting to get into the mess of things.

“Hey! Not fair, I helped you and Johnny!” you pouted. Damn it, you were hoping he could help you to convince your parents. “At least they knew about my existence beforehand.” he grumbled, still refusing to get involved.

You pulled Ghost’s sleeves. “Come on.. “ Half begging him while putting on your best puppy eyes. “How can you refuse my request???”

“Come on what? Sorry I am late.” Price appeared beside the table, apologising. “Why is Nikolai doing vodka shots with Soap?”

AH, here comes your next victim, you turned towards Price, with plastering a sickly sweet smile on your face, Price frowned, instincts from years of battlefield experiences had his alarm bell ringing.

“Now… wouldn’t you want to know…say, you feel like taking a trip with us to Scotland?”

You ended up dragging the whole team to your parent’s farm, as your backup as you introduce your new “husband” to them.

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dollywheeler · 10 months

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September 16th, 1996

Dear diary,

Nothing much happened today, but I felt like journalling so I'm just going to anyway.

During fourth period art, I tried to restart the art assignment with the adjustments I wanted to make. I'd practiced over the weekend, so the actual drawing of the hand and tear went very smoothly and I was happy with how it looked - even the fingers and nails - so I could just relax and listen to the music as I tried to work on the wallpaper. I don't remember if the wallpaper had a pattern, but the drawing would be too empty otherwise and I think it adds more depth and drama, and makes it more clear that it's a wall to begin with.

Plus, I found a picture in the basement of Mike and Will in Will's old bedroom, with its old boat and train wallpaper, so I wanted to incorporate that. It tells more of a story in my opinion, makes the drawing feel more juvenile or childish. Innocent. Simple fleur-de-lis or something similar would have been too old-fashioned and cliché. I like the childlike essence - especially because it comes from a childhood dream - and the added difficulty of consistently drawing the trains and ships. I've never drawn something like that before so it's a bit of challenge, but exciting nonetheless.

I was practicing the trains when Will, who'd been stalking through the classroom and talking to students that needed help or advice, stopped by my table.

"Hey!" he said with a bright voice, a sense of pleasant surprise in his tone. But it wasn't the drawing he was looking at, but my arm. "Where did you find that?

Realizing he was talking about my bracelet, I smiled and held it up for him to see better. "Oh, it's Nancy's. I found it in the basement."

He smiled but shook his head, reaching out to trace his fingers over the beads. "It's Mike's actually. We made it sometime in elementary school. I have the one Mike made me in an old shoe box somewhere. Pretty sure it's older than you are."

"Oh," I said, staring dumbly at the bracelet. It felt strange to be wearing it all of a sudden - both because it's Mike's, and it felt different being tied to him than Nancy, who at least tries to be a sister. And because it wouldn't surprise me if Mike cared more about this bracelet than me.

Mike has always been a sentimental person, hard to let go of things, though he doesn't seem to have the same problem when it comes to letting go of people. Will has always ranked higher on his list than me, because he was there first, which means this bracelet probably does too - both for having belonged to his life longer than I have, and because Will made it for him. And by virtue of it being a 'thing' rather than 'people', which makes it low maintenance.

"Sorry." I said, already scrambling to take it off. "I can give it back," I offered, but he chuckled and held up his hand to stop me.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I think it looks great on you." He said and sounded genuine. "Might have to hide it from Mike though as he'll probably fight you for it once he sees it."

At first my stomach dropped at the confirmation of my earlier thought, by someone who knows Mike better than me, but then the thought of hiding it from him, of denying him his bracelet, made me smile. Will's eyes gleamed as if he'd caught my train of thought, as if it was what he'd intended all along - their little secret, an enabled rebellion.

And yet, his expression fell more serious as he lowered his voice, reminding me that we were in a class full of people.

"May I ask, Holz? Why you're upset with him?"

"I'm not." I lied, because being upset means you care, and I won't give Mike the satisfaction. I'm not delusional enough not to notice that on some level I do, but it is the way it is. My only problem now is that he's putting my face in it every single day.

Will nodded though he didn't seem happy with my answer. I knew he wasn't going to let it go just quite yet, so I quickly redirected his attention by pulling out my drawing and asking if he could help me with the lighting.

Instead of reluctantly following my change of subject, as I'd expected him to do, he froze, staring at my drawing. He shook himself out of it in only a second, but I still caught it - a moment of recognition as his eyes slid over the charcoal. Which, now I think about it, was strange because I hadn't even added his wallpaper yet so it couldn't have been that.

He just looked at it for a moment before looking over at me - again that same look his mother had over the previous weekend, which was strangely uncanny. As if I was a child admiring bloodsplatter, unaware of the world, unaware of anything.

Will seemed more concerned than his mother had though, which was definitely an accomplishment, as he asked where I'd seen this. I thought it was a strange question - I've seen him drawing dragons before, surely he hadn't seen those in real life - but I just shrugged and explained the dream thing. He seemed more at ease after, though there was still this unnerved air to him, as if I'd just dodged a bullet.

He distractedly gave me some advice about the lighting - good advice, still, mind you - before leaving me to it and moving on to talk to Jessica Kernel. It was definitely strange, but I didn't have much time to ask anything else, anyway, because the bell rang, releasing us for lunch.

It was still on my mind when I got to our usual table, but Daniel joined us today and sat down next to me so it quickly left my thoughts after that. Jackson and Ben were with him, and for some reason Jackson immediately turned to me with this inquisitive look, sly as he asked about Mike. He sounded like he was trying to be subtle, but it was anything but - it was clear he'd singled me out to ask about this in particular.

He said something about seeing "your brother and Mr. Byers" - which is still weird btw, having people refer to them as such - at the supermarket over the weekend, and then mentioned Nadine seeing them arrive at school in the same car.

I didn't understand what he was getting at so I just shrugged and gave him a confused look for pointing out the obvious, making it clear I could tell he was trying to gossip and didn't approve. "Yeah, they live together. It's not a secret."

"They do?" Dylan asked, frowning as if it was a shame they hadn't found the loves of their lives yet. She's always been a romantic, so the thought of not having found your person at 25 sounds like torture to her. I can't say I disagree.

I explained they'd known each other for 20 years and that they were both single so it just made sense. I didn't mention that I'd had no stake in the conversation that preceded this idea, or that I actually had no idea what their reasoning was other than my own assumptions. Not their business, as it clearly isn't mine either.

When I looked at Jackson again, he'd seemed disappointed with the information he'd gained - it was definitely less intriguing or scandalous or whatever than he'd hoped. Honestly, I don't know why he would have been interested in the first place, what he'd thought to have discovered.

Good, because he is such an asshole sometimes that anything that doesn't go as he wants it to is probably the better option. I'm glad Daniel only hangs out with him because of basketball - I wouldn't have liked what it says about him if they'd actually been friends. Then again, if they were, I doubt I would have liked Daniel to begin with.

Daniel and I talked for the rest of lunch period and I can tell he's warming up to me. He takes more initiative and is more comfortable in conversation. Whenever we talk about something that interests him his eyes just light up and it's like he lets more of his personality show than he otherwise would. I really didn't think I could like him more than I already did, but he keeps surprising me. I never knew liking anyone could be so thrilling. It's like I'm always itching to learn more.

I'm thinking of going to the diner after school tomorrow so I can see him. I know he has to work, but I just like being in his presence, and if I have to do homework I might as well get something out of it.

Speaking of, I should probably get back to it.

Love, Holly

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freeuseanddemand · 3 months

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Sarah's Head of the Household

They take care of me, so long as I make myself available to take care of them. If you didn't know any better, you might think I was their slave, but I'm not... unless you count being a slave to pleasure. I was actually the one that brought everyone together.

I was in need of somewhere to live. My previous roommates were getting married and wanted the place to themselves as soon as possible. Since my name wasn't even on the lease, I was in no position to argue, and I was genuinely happy for them.

I found the dream home for rent. It was a huge old Victorian with a turret out front and a balcony out back. Every room felt massive compared to everywhere else I have lived. One of the bedrooms was in the turret, I had to have it, I needed to feel like a princess. Of course, I could never afford it on my own.

So I started talking to everyone I knew, but first I needed to clear my head.

"Sarah, the place sounds amazing, but I'm not really looking to move. I don't have any roommates right now and I like it that way. Plus, you and I could never afford this on our own, so we would need more roommates." Shane said as my head bobbed in his lap. He paused for a moment holding my hair tight to control the motion of my mouth on his cock. "The only thing swaying me right now, is knowing that you have no ability to turn me down, and you let me do whatever I want."

Shane pulled my head up so I could finally respond. After taking a moment to catch my breath, "...I know roommates can be a lot of stress, but I want this bad enough that I promise to be the arbiter of all disputes."

I grabbed his spit covered cock and started stroking, "And you can always take your stress out on me, because you're right, I have no ability to turn you down. I always do whatever you want because you come nowhere near my limits, so I know I can safely give you full control of my body."

Shane, still holding my head by my hair, shoved me back down. His cock was in my throat now and he was just holding me there. I was suppressing my gag reflex as the tears started rolling down my face. "I'll consider it," There's just something about telling a guy that he hasn't reached your limits that always makes them just magically get more rough, it hasn't failed me yet. I could tell that Shane was in, and the house just got so much better.

The next day I was at a small party with some friends. There I found Darren and Tonya. I had known them both for a bit just being in the same friend groups. They didn't take much convincing, Darren was flirting with me all night and Tonya couldn't seem to take her eyes off me.

Darren may have been trying too hard to get in me, but I was desperate to find roommates. If I weren't on a mission, I would have taken him somewhere to make him cum and get it over with. It was hard for me, I'm not known for sexual restraint. He was cute and I was sure with the way he was lusting over me, I could make the same deal I made with Shane. I was right.

Tonya was infatuated with me, but I was loving her all the same. It was like we were already best friends and she was the only one that knew it. We were talking and drinking well past everyone leaving or passing out, aside from Darren and the host.

Tonya finally decided to explain why she's been so fixated on me that night. "Sarah, you clearly don't remember," she laughed, "you and I have hung out together at parties like this at least six times over the last year. You usually just party way harder than you did tonight and don't remember anything the next day.

I laughed, knowing she was right, and if it weren't for my mission to find roommates, I would have probably partied until I forgot tonight as well. "Like, this is the longest you and I have gone into a party without something happening between us. Last time, you showed up here ready to go, you were eating me out within the first 20 minutes of being here."

I pretended to be shocked, "no way! Am I that easy?"

Tonya, trying not to laugh too hard, "you're the easiest and the best at what you do. Our first threesome, I wasn't feeling like being fucked by a guy that night, so you just kissed me and told me not to worry, that you would be the 'cocksleeve.' You were amazing, the way you devoured me sitting on your face while you were being railed, heaven!"

I was disappointed that I couldn't remember that or any other time Tonya and I had been together. "It's perfect, I've been looking for a new place to live for months now, but everything has been out of my price range and this place sounds amazing. I can't wait to be roomies," Tonya said with pure glee on her face.

"I just want you to be aware of one thing, Tonya," I said with a more serious tone, "the way you've known me to be at parties, I'm like that... all the time. Not that I blackout all the time, but I am very much free-use. I made deals with the other two who agreed to move into the apartment. Well for them it's a deal, for me it's a dream."

Tonya was so excited to hear this, "Shut up, no way! That's amazing! I can't wait to use you too! I was already hoping we would fuck more living together, but you're saying I can just use you whenever? I'll sign the lease now, please."

I just laughed and leaned in to start kissing her, but after just a peck, Tonya got up, "I have to run and get some rest before work, but don't worry, that won't be the last time our lips touch. Give me your number so you don't forget this night too!"

After everything was said and done, we all moved in. It was overwhelming at first, like they were testing me and my limits. I loved taking care of all of them though, no matter how utterly exhausted I was. They convinced me to quit my job just a few months after we all settled in. I know this won't last forever, but I have never been happier.

My job these days is cleaning up the house, cooking, and being fuck toy, a stress ball, and a bed warmer. I do everything around the house that they need, I don't have to make any decisions, and they just grab me and use me wherever, whenever. They do so well sharing their time with me, but I wish they would use me as a group more often. Regardless, being the focus of group free-use, is more than I could have ever dreamed.

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🔀 Korra and Mako

I hope you feel better!

Oh Makorra! Thanks for the ask/prompt!

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Korra was a woman of nobility and had to live her life as such. That meant following along with the fancy dinners, dresses, parties, societal rules and responsibilities that came with it. While the luxuries were nice sometimes, there was a huge part of it where she would be held to tight scrutiny as if she were held under a microscope to be poked and prodded. It was suffocating. Isolating. And she hated it with every fiber of her being.

During one of the high-class parties, it was about time for it to wind down and Korra was on the verge of needing a moment to get away from it. Quietly, she ducked out to a more secluded area for a breather. Once she did, she was greeted by a familiar face with strong features and honey eyes that brought light back into her and made her smile.

Mako.

The two found each other some time back during another one of Korra’s getaways from the palace and her security. While the two came from very different social standings, they managed to hit it off right away. Riding on his motorbike to get away from it all, they would listen to and feel the purr of the engine that carried them, appreciating the momentary freedom riding would bring.

They felt like they could do anything. Korra did not feel tied to her social standing regarding what she was and was not supposed to do. And Mako, by her side, he felt like the richest man in the world. Empty pockets be damned.

But that didn’t mean everything was perfect. There were moments when Mako believed this to be nothing more than a dream. A fleeting moment for the two of them that could not build into anything real. The few who ran around in Mako’s circle and found out of their relationship often laughed, telling him what a girl like her would be doing with a street rat like him?

While he would defend what they had, there was only so much he was able to do in the moment before the dark and stormy thoughts of insecurity got to be too loud.

And so, he rode. Away into the night he went. Let the wind drown out the negativity as he weaved through the open road, red taillight trailing along.

With little thought his bike carried him to their secret meetup spot. Mako needed more. He needed to know if what they had was real or he needed to wake up. This was it. It was all or nothing. He tucked away his bike and made his way over to her bedroom window. A few taps on the glass prompted her to come over.

“Mako?” Korra was taken by surprise. It was outside of their schedule to meet up. Plus, he’d never, they’d never, ventured in her bedroom for fear of getting caught.

So, he asked the question that had been lingering on his tongue. And with bated breath, he awaited her answer.

Gathering her words, she gave him the honesty he needed and deserved. He made her feel real. He saw the true her— more than the fancy dresses, accessories, and status. He picked her up when bogged down by her obligations. That and so much more meant the world to her.

She hoped that what he felt was the same, to which he agreed wholeheartedly.

Now having cleared the air, there was only one thing left for them.

Ride.

And so they did. Through the night, they let Mako’s bike carry them. It didn’t matter where. They let the rest of the world and what they had to say fall to their feet.

🔀 and a pairing

#it’s been a rough few days so thanks 🤧🥹❤️#ficlet #mako #Korra #makorra

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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Blurred Lines: Part 11

Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Female Reader

Genre: Roommate AU, Acquaintances to Lovers AU, Fuckboy AU

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: swearing

Previous Chapter

Eric dramatically drops down onto the couch. His sweaty body halfway draping over Sophia as he takes a moment to catch his breath. Sophia grimaces at the wet clothes touching her skin but pats his arm lovingly anyway. Hyunjae plops down on the floor in front of you and leans back against the couch. His body equally sweaty.

Sunwoo walks out of his bedroom with a cardboard box in his hands, giving the guys an unamused look as he sees the two of them taking a break. "Really?"

"How have you accumulated even more shit than you had before?" Eric complains.

"I don't have that much more stuff," Sunwoo rolls his eyes.

"It's taken an entire extra load this time," Sangyeon walks back into your apartment with a deadpan expression. Clearly annoyed he got roped into helping Sunwoo move again.

Sunwoo looks at the older man with an apologetic expression. "Okay. I have a little more stuff, but it's because I had more room here."

You listen to the boys bicker for a moment as you take in your, once again, trashed living room. Only this time, instead of feeling apprehensive and nervous, you just feel sad. It's official. Sunwoo is moving out. His background checks cleared the other day, and he signed the lease today. You're back to living on your own for a while.

"You guys are acting like you carried 500-pound boxes around," Kevin says in amusement as he chomps on a piece of pizza in the chair next to you.

Below you, you see Hyunjae's head whip toward Kevin, followed by a finger pointing in his direction. "Don't think I didn't notice you carried one box down, Moon."

Kevin shoves the rest of his pizza in his mouth and looks away innocently, causing Hyunjae to snort, "That's what I thought."

Sunwoo sets the box he's holding down before carefully sitting on it. He glances around the room, taking everything in with a thoughtful expression. Then, his eyes meet yours.

"I'm gonna really miss being here and seeing you every day."

Heat immediately creeps up your neck and warms your face. When the rest of the room zeroes in on you or looks between the two of you, you feel like you're going to burst into flames. "Me too."

The last few days, ever since Sunwoo talked to the apartment lady, the two of you have been hanging out at home together. You've been watching movies, playing games, and just… talking. Talking about everything under the sun. Your thoughts and fears, dreams and goals, past relationships, and how you've changed. You've talked about everything - except for your feelings for each other.

You have an inkling that Sunwoo might share the same feelings that you do. There were moments when he let small things slip through, but you didn't want to ruin your last moments as roommates, so you didn't push the issue. There'll be time for the two of you to have that discussion later. For now, you're happy to let your bond as friends continue to grow instead.

Laughter pulls you from your thoughts, and you glance around the room to find the rest of the guys teasing you and Sunwoo.

"You can still hang out with each other."

"Yeah, you're moving five minutes away," Eric laughs with Hyunjae.

"He's gonna miss her," Hyunjae mockingly gives Eric big puppy eyes, causing you to slap the back of his head. He looks back at you like a wounded puppy before scooting out of reach and starting all over again.

Kevin joins in from the corner. "You must be a great roommate. Can I move in now?"

"Yeah, what'd you do? Sangyeon asks. "Cook for him?"

"Draw him a bath?" Hyunjae busts out laughing before he and Eric go on a tangent.

Sunwoo does his signature fake laugh as they tease both of you, but he eventually ends up kicking Hyunjae to get him to stop. You roll your eyes at the words, but you can't help but laugh at their antics. Plus, it's fun to watch them tease Sunwoo. Even if you’re collateral damage.

"You can always have sleepovers," Kevin suggests while wiggling his eyebrows.

You throw a couch pillow at Kevin, but Eric loves the idea. "Sleepovers! We should have a giant sleepover party!"

"Yeah… I don't think that's what Kevin meant," Hyunjae looks at Eric like he's dumb.

"I know what he meant," Eric rolls his eyes, "but doesn't a sleepover with all of us sound fun?"

"It sounds like pure hell," Sunwoo comments, causing you to laugh.

A prideful expression crosses his features when he hears you laugh. You look away bashfully until Eric's idea of cramming all of them into your apartment reaches your ears.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but there's no way all of you are sleeping over here."

Eric's face falls, and he gives you a sad look, which irritatingly enough makes you want to take back your words.

"It's not that I don't think it sounds fun," you amend. "There's literally not enough room."

The room falls silent in disappointment before Sangyeon suggests, "We could go somewhere? Rent cabins for a week or something when the semester is over?"

"Oh. My. God," Eric sits up excitedly. "We have to do that! That'd be so fun!"

You and Sophia share a glance before she shrugs. "That actually does sound nice."

"We could invite the rest of the guys and their girlfriends too. Make a whole thing out of it," Kevin suggests.

You all share looks of excitement and anticipation before Hyunjae asks, "So, are we actually doing this?"

That's all it takes before everyone starts throwing out ideas, Sunwoo's boxes long forgotten. You think of places you can go, things you can do, and plan on making it a huge end-of-the-school-year trip. Though there's still another month of school left, it now gives you something to look forward to.

By the end of it, 15 of you are planning to go, including Sangyeon and Younghoon's girlfriends. Sangyeon searched for rental cabins while Hyunjae and Eric texted the rest of their friends to see if they were in. You and Sophia were in charge of coming up with things to do while there, and Sunwoo and Kevin were forced to figure out all the other small details in the meantime.

Once Sangyeon gets the okay from the rest of you on a set of cabins he found along a quiet lake, he calls the owner to make a reservation. The rest of you sit quietly in excitement as you watch him talk things through on the phone.

"Okay! Thank you so much!" Sangyeon says, wrapping up the call. "Can't wait to see you either."

He hangs up the phone and looks down at it with a questioning expression on his features before looking up at the rest of you. "Was that a weird thing to say?"

"Who cares? Are we good to go?" Eric asks impatiently.

A giant smile overtakes Sangyeon's face. "We're booked for a week after finals!"

The group cheers excitedly, but Sangyeon immediately hushes them. "Hang on. Hang on. Let me tell you the details... Alright, we're renting three cabins. They each have two bedrooms and a couch. So, that means five to a cabin, and we will be taking turns with the couches."

"Personally, I think the couples should get the beds," Eric comments, causing Hyunjae to roll his eyes.

"Gee. I wonder why."

Sangyeon nods. "That makes the most sense. Three rooms for the couples, and then the rest of you can pair up to split the other three rooms and the couches."

"I'll take a couch," you find yourself offering.

It makes sense to you. You don't really want to share a bed with anyone. Maybe, you'd share a bed with Kevin or even Sunwoo if you had to, but you'd feel less pressured if you didn't have to worry about that. If you slept next to Sunwoo, you had a feeling you'd be too nervous to actually go to sleep and would toss and turn all night instead.

You feel someone's stare burning a hole into your head, and you glance around the room until you find the culprit. Sunwoo is staring at you, clearly lost in thought, until he feels your own stare on him, and he looks away. What? Is he bummed that you offered to sleep on the couch? Did he want to share a room with you? You shove the thoughts aside and begin mentally preparing to spend a week in total chaos.

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"Ah, ah. Get in the back with your girlfriend," Sunwoo stops Eric as he opens the passenger side door of Sunwoo's vehicle.

"But we're bros," Eric pouts, throwing a playful glare your way. "Why does she get the front seat?"

"Because she's nicer to look at than you are," Sunwoo comments as he shoves the rest of the luggage into the trunk.

You smirk as you take the passenger door from Eric and wave for him to go to the backseat with Sophia. He rolls his eyes before moving to the back door and throwing it open. You crawl into the familiar passenger seat and shut the door. A zap of excitement zooms through you, and you glance into the backseat to find Sophia. A contagious smile is on her face, and soon even Eric is smiling, clearly over his assigned seating.

Sunwoo slams the trunk closed just as Sangyeon's car pulls up alongside you. He rolls the window down, and you glance in the back to see Jacob and Kevin waving. You wave back as Sangyeon asks, "Are you ready to go?"

Sunwoo comes to a stop by the driver's side door and leans over the roof of the car. "We're all set. Has anyone else left yet?"

"The others were meeting up at Chanhee and Changmin's place and taking off from there. They'll probably arrive right after us."

"Then, let's freaking go!" Eric yells excitedly from the back.

Sangyeon grins as Sunwoo climbs into the car and starts the engine. The excitement is palpable in the air. Sangyeon pulls ahead, and Sunwoo gets out onto the road behind him. You feel like you can bounce in your seat from giddiness. You've been counting down the days to this trip, and it's finally here! You were beginning to think it'd never come.

"What are we going to do when we get there? Go swimming? Make food? Start a fire?" Eric begins planning.

"Check-in would be my guess," Sophia responds drily.

You laugh, wondering how long Eric's been like this as the trip approached. Eric's always high energy, but you don't know if you've ever seen him this excited.

"Don't be lame," he responds.

"So, how have you been?" Sunwoo asks you as the two in the back fall into conversation.

You've only seen Sunwoo a handful of times since he moved out, and it was always in a group setting. You've actually seen everyone only a handful of times because you had all been so busy and stressed out with finals. Being in his presence now only reminds you of how drawn you are to him. Not that you could really forget, but you're suddenly reminded of how strong his allure is.

"I'm just glad the year is over, and we get a break.”

"Me too. Finals were freaking rough," he agrees. "I'm sad we weren't able to hang out a lot, though."

"Well, we have an entire week to make up for that."

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. "That we do."

Noticing the silence in the backseat, you turn around to see Eric and Sophia not so subtly listening in on your conversation. Before you can say anything, Eric asks, "Did you two ever make out?"

Your eyes widen while Sophia smacks him, and he turns and looks at her incredulously. "Why are you hitting me? You want to know too!"

You immediately turn back around in your seat, feeling your face flush. Glancing over at Sunwoo, you see a smirk on his face, but you certainly don't expect him to say his next words.

"Unfortunately, not yet."

For a second, you forget how to breathe and Sunwoo definitely notices. He laughs before reaching over and patting your thigh a couple of times. When he leaves his hand splayed out on your bare skin, you can't decide if your lightheadedness is from his actions or a lack of oxygen... Both. Definitely both. Also… bless you for deciding to wear shorts today.

The warmth of his hand spreads throughout your body when Eric says something about now knowing the perfect dare. Sunwoo jokingly replies about now having to choose dare when it's Eric's turn. Your heart pounds so hard in your chest that you almost question if you're having a heart attack.

Thankfully, the rest of the ride doesn't involve teasing you. Sunwoo eventually removes his hand from your thigh so you can think. If it wasn't obvious what you're in for this weekend before, it most certainly is now. Not to mention, there's more to Sunwoo's flirting than his normal "make a girl squeal" that he usually has going on. There's something in the way he watches you that confirms he has feelings for you. You had a hunch before, but now you're almost positive.

"Oh my god, there's the sign!" Eric yells, making your ears ring. Normally, you'd be annoyed, but you're too excited. It's finally happening! Your fun week-long getaway has arrived!

Sangyeon puts on his blinker and turns into a copse of trees, Sunwoo soon following behind. The gravel drive is hilly, and with the trees surrounding you, it feels like you've been transported to another world. It certainly isn't like the urban streets you're used to.

A cluster of wood cabins comes into view, and a grin breaks out on your face. The lake is visible behind the cabins, and the sun glitters off of the calm water. You couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day.

Sangyeon parks his car in front of the office, and when Sunwoo parks next to him, you all get out and inhale a big whiff of fresh air. While Sangyeon and his girlfriend head into the office, the rest of you talk excitedly about your upcoming week of fun. Eric and Kevin take off in-between two cabins to look at the lake, while Jacob and Sunwoo come up with everyone's first move. You and Sophia walk up to what appears to be an empty cabin and peek in through the windows to get a hint of your accommodations. When you turn back around, you see Sunwoo leaning against his car, watching you with a light smile on his face. You smile back and move to go stand by him when two other cars pull down the drive.

You can hear the excited chatter through their open windows as the rest of your friends arrive. Hyunjae leans out the window and lets out a "woo-hoo" that's immediately cut off when Changmin turns around and smacks him. The noise draws the attention of the rest of your friends, and they all wander to the parking lot.

Sangyeon and his girlfriend walk out of the office, dangling three sets of keys in their hands. Thankfully, someone planned ahead on who'd be sharing cabins, and Sangyeon hands the other two sets of keys to those he deems responsible. Keeping the keys for his cabin himself, he turns and hands Jacob one set. He then scans the crowd, skipping Sunwoo and Eric - much to their dismay - to hand Haknyeon the third set.

Once the keys are claimed, Sangyeon has about two seconds to point in the general direction of their cabins before the crowd takes off running. Their vehicles long forgotten. Even though it's pretty clear who's sleeping where, they still run to fight for the best rooms. The only ones left standing are the four girls - you, Sophia, Sangyeon’s and Younghoon's girlfriends - and Sangyeon himself.

He turns to his girlfriend and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Brace yourself, love. It's going to be a long week."

"Okay, dad," Sophia snorts before turning to you. "First mission of the trip: Get Sangyeon drunk off his ass."

You smirk and look back at him. "Sounds good to me."

The rest of your group moves to follow the noise coming from one side of the property. As you get to the three cabins, you see you're on the far end of the rental place. Whether that's because the owner wanted to tuck you away or they figured it'd be nice to be on the edge didn't matter. It gave you your own small, private beach, and it's awesome.

You make a mental note to explore outside before following Sophia into your cabin. The inside is cute and cozy, with tacky little trinkets and decorations scattered throughout. The wooden walls make the space feel warm and small and give off the "You're in the middle of nowhere" vibes. Sophia finds Eric in one of the rooms, and you move to inspect the couch. It's brown and looks worn, but it's long enough to do the trick, so you set your bags down on the cushions.

A TV rests pushed into the corner, but unless it rains, it'll be of no use to you. A small, circular table sits right next to the little kitchenette and in front of a patio door that leads out to the back deck. You move to take a look out the sliding glass door, and a smile spreads across your face.

The lake shines, taking up most of the view, and you see a couple of small boats tied up to a dock in between two of the cabins. To the right is a private beach and much to your childish delight, a small park in the sand. The bonfire pit sits toward the edge of the beach with nice wooden chairs just waiting to be claimed.

"Do you want to stick your stuff in my room?" Sunwoo's voice reaches your ears, and you turn to face him. "That way it won't be out in the open for everyone to see."

"Thank you. That'd be great."

He grabs your bags without another word, and you follow him to the room he and Haknyeon are sharing. He places your stuff against the wall next to his and faces you. "Feel free to come in here whenever."

Before you can say anything back to him, Eric fills up the doorway. "They're grilling behind Jacob's cabin if you're hungry."

He turns around and makes a beeline for the back door. Sophia follows after him, shooting a "you two are standing in his bedroom in a soon-to-be empty cabin" look. Exasperatedly, you roll your eyes and look back at Sunwoo, who's smirking in Sophia's direction. Obviously, you aren't the only one who caught her message.

He looks at you and raises his brows like he's saying, "your move". Nervousness overwhelms your system, and you quickly leave his bedroom, squeaking, "Let's go eat!"

Sunwoo's laugh follows you out of the cabin.

A few hours later, after everyone had a filling dinner and exhausted themselves from playing in the lake or screwing around on the playground, you all gather around the bonfire pit that someone started amid the chaos. Alcohol is getting passed around, as well as items to make smores, and you find yourself dropping onto one of the wooden chairs with a happy smile on your face.

The lake laps quietly on the shore to your right, and you turn your head to see the sun setting behind the trees on the other side of the lake. Today has been absolutely perfect, and the night is just getting started.

The sound of someone sitting next to you catches your attention, and you turn to see who it is. The delicious smell of his cologne hits you before his striking face comes into focus. You smile at Sunwoo as he holds out a plastic cup for you to take.

"I have no idea how this tastes, but Eric made them, so assume there's a shit ton of alcohol in it."

You laugh as you take the cup and watch Sunwoo bring his own cup to his plump lips. It only takes a second for him to grimace at the taste, but he continues to drink it for a few more gulps before he pulls it away.

"Jesus christ," he says, blinking a few times. "If you want a different drink, just say the word. I will not be offended."

You take a tiny sip from the cup and jerk back when the taste hits your tongue. "Oh my god, it tastes like straight rubbing alcohol."

Sunwoo reaches over and takes the cup from your hand, dumping them both out in the sand behind you. When he looks back at you, he says, "Our secret, okay?"

Once you nod, he gets up and goes over to the picnic table that's all set up with alcohol. You watch him make you a new drink, pushing away Eric when he tries to come help. Then, he comes back over to you.

"Okay. Let's try this again." He hands you the cup. "Now, I will be offended if you don't like this because this is my special blend."

"What's so special about it?" You bring the drink up to your nose and smell it, feeling pleased when a fruity aroma reaches you.

He gives you a cheeky grin. "It's made by me."

You huff out a laugh before letting the contents of the cup slide into your mouth. A burst of fruitiness fills your senses, and only a hint of alcohol is there. Sunwoo waits patiently for you to decide if you like it. You nod and then give him a thumbs up.

"This is really good. Thank you."

"Once again, your taste is impeccable."

Your brows furrow as you question, "When was the first time it was impeccable?"

"When you said you liked me," he smirks.

Thankful that it's getting dark and it's harder to see your facial expressions, you bring the cup to your lips and take a big long swig of it. Once you feel you've got a hold of yourself, you look back at Sunwoo and ask, "So, how's having your own place?"

His lips pull down. "It's not bad. I have room for all of my stuff, but it's quiet…"

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"I miss living with you. I had a lot of fun at your place. It was nice to hang out every day."

You're stunned by the sudden confession, but you find yourself agreeing. "It's certainly not the same without you there. I don't know what to do with myself half the time."

He smiles into his cup. "I'm free this summer. We can go back to our old ways of hanging out on your couch."

You laugh. "Does that sound appealing?"

"Of course, it does," he looks up at you with an intense stare.

"Okay…" You quietly respond.

"Sunwoo!" Someone yells from across the fire, pulling his attention.

You take the moment to admire him while he's not paying attention. The fire reflects off his face, making him appear even more gorgeous than he normally does. If that's even possible. He looks ethereal, like a God.

It also hits you how much you've missed him. Having these small, simple conversations with him brought you a lot of joy, and you're so happy to be in this moment. To be near him. You find you don't want to go that long without seeing him again.

Sunwoo turns back to you. "Do you want to make some smores?"

"Sure," you nod, causing him to get up and grab the ingredients for you.

He comes back and hands you a metal pole to hold while he pushes a marshmallow onto the tip. He pushes one onto his own, and then you both place the white puff balls into the flames in front of you. The two of you discuss the antics of the others, how drunk everyone is getting, and everything else you can think of, which is probably how you burn three marshmallows to a crisp.

Once you whack the charred goo into the fire pit, Sunwoo takes your pole from you, shoving another marshmallow on the end. "Let me make it this time."

You can't help but laugh at yourself and laugh even louder when Jacob pouts that you're wasting all the "gooey goodness".

"How do you like it?" Sunwoo asks, causing you to raise your brows.

"How do I like what?" You mischievously respond.

Sunwoo's head whips back toward you with a parted mouth. When he sees your amused look, he says, "Your smores, you little shit."

A laugh is ripped from you, and you feel emboldened thanks to the alcohol in your system. "However you give it to me, Sunwoo."

You hear him mutter under his breath. "Jesus christ."

A couple of the guys try to get his attention, but he tells them that he's busy as he fixes your smore for you. He smushes the graham cracker pieces together and blows on it before facing you.

"Come here."

You lean over the arm of your chair and start to reach for the smore, but Sunwoo pulls it away from you.

"Uh uh. You can't be trusted to not somehow mess it up."

When you open your mouth to protest, Sunwoo pushes the smore lightly against your lips. You hold his stare as you take a bite of the sweet treat, but your eyes fall closed as the flavor explodes in your mouth.

You hum as you swallow. "Wow, that's good."

"Yeah, it is." Sunwoo's voice comes out a bit choked, and you open your eyes to look at him. He clears his throat and hands you the rest of your smore so he can assemble his own.

You turn to face the fire again and take a moment to survey the group. The rest of them are getting progressively drunk. Some are sitting in the seats around the fire, some are pushing each other on the swings at the playground, and a couple have disappeared for the night.

"I'm really glad we did this," you decide to say, and Sunwoo agrees.

"I'm happy we could all make it."

Changmin stumbles up to Sunwoo and starts pulling on his arm. "Come here. I want to show you something."

"Later," Sunwoo replies, pulling his arm away.

Changmin's brows furrow as he tries to figure out why he's being denied, but then his eyes travel up to you, and a drunk understanding seems to enter them. He leans down to whisper to Sunwoo, but he might as well have been shouting because you can hear him clear as day. "Are you having a date with your girlfriend?"

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as Changmin makes eye contact with you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach when he continues on. "You're right. She's very pretty."

"Okay!" Sunwoo's voice raises. You try to decide if there's an edge of panic in it or if he's just trying to do damage control. "Why don't you show Chanhee whatever it is?"

Changmin pouts. "I already did."

"Juyeon, then!" Sunwoo suggests, seeing an opportunity as the older man walks by.

Changmin sighs. "Fine…"

When he turns away, Sunwoo eyes you from his peripheral vision before turning to fully face you. He bites his lip for a moment as he tries to figure out what to say after that. However, you decide it's time to mess with him some more.

"So, you think I'm pretty?"

He meets your stare, and you notice his eyes twinkling, much like the stars above you. "I think you're beautiful."

"Oh…" you let slip out. You always expected Sunwoo to tease you, and time and time again, he manages to surprise you. The fact that he called you beautiful is barely registering yet. You clear your throat. "And was that before or after I became your girlfriend?"

His lips quiver as he fights a smile. "Oh, definitely before. I've been bragging about you since day one."

A giddy feeling flows through your body. His stare is so intense - so caressing - that you have to look away. You face the fire and watch the logs snap and pop. Flames dance before your eyes as you debate where to go with this conversation.

Both of you are tipsy, at the very least. If you're going to discuss potential relationships, you'd prefer you both be one hundred percent present. You don't want a single misunderstanding, but that doesn't mean you can't talk about other things.

"What are you looking for in your next relationship?"

He looks slightly surprised by the question but leans back to give it some thought.

"I want to be able to have that trust with someone again. That feeling of knowing your person will always have your back and your best interests at heart," he starts. "A sense of security, I guess… I want to feel so loved… like I'm someone's everything, but I don't want to be their entire world. I want them to be their own person. I want to root for them as much as they root for me." He faces you. "Does that sound stupid?"

You swallow, noticing how dry your throat has gone. "Not at all."

"I don't know," he turns away again, looking down at his cup. "A part of me is afraid. The one relationship I really gave my all to slapped me in the face. I'd like to have a relationship like that again, but with a better outcome. I don't want to feel worthless again."

You were going to stay quiet and let him talk, but you couldn't let that statement pass without a rebuttal. "Sunwoo, you're so far from worthless. It's not even funny. You're brave and kind. You push people to try things because you know they can handle it. You pay attention to the things most people think don't even matter, and you stick up for the people you care about without a second thought. You're an amazing friend, and I know you'll be an amazing partner to anyone worthy enough to be with you."

It takes a minute or so before he finally looks up at you again. "Thank you."

"I'm only telling you the truth," you shrug.

He hums. "What about you? What are you looking for?"

You take a deep breath and let yourself become hypnotized by the fire. For some reason, you feel like you could spill all of your secrets here, and both the fire and Sunwoo would harbor them until the end.

"I want someone who makes me feel valid and important. Someone who will let me explore a new hobby every single day even if they think it's stupid. Someone who will cheer me on instead of bringing me down and make me prove my worth all of the time," you admit. "I don't want to feel small and insignificant. I want to feel loved and cherished, and safe. To be fair, I think that's all anyone wants."

"I'll cheers to that," Sunwoo holds his cup up, and you lightly knock yours against it.

The two of you stay silent for a little bit. Both of you are lost in your own worlds, but you don't want this deep conversation to end. You want to tell Sunwoo even more stuff that'd be hard for you to say normally.

"You're really easy to talk to," you tell him. "I don't feel like you judge me at all."

"I don't," he says, leaning his head back against the chair. "People have done nothing but judge me for years. They think I'm a dick or a whore, an asshole, and I don't want to make people feel that way."

You glance over at him. "I don't think you're a dick or an asshole. There was a time I thought you were a whore, though."

He looks at you in amusement, and you bring your hand up, pinching your thumb and forefinger close together. "Just like a tiny bit of a whore."

He laughs, and you smile. He knows how you felt about him, and you've apologized multiple times, so you feel like you can joke about it now. Plus, there's nothing better than Sunwoo's laugh, and that's all you want to hear.

"I've been wanting to thank you for quite some time," he admits.

"For what?"

"For taking the time to get to know me. The real me," he sighs. "You didn't care about my reputation, and you didn't try to get in my pants like every other girl that spends time with me. You just looked at me like I was another guy and learned who I am as a person. That meant a lot to me."

You give him a small smile. "You know, I really didn't want you to move in with me at the beginning, but now, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I'm so happy I had the chance to get to know you and that you're in my life now."

He searches your face like he's working up the nerve to say something, but then his eyes dart past you. You turn to see Jacob quietly walking up to you. He gives you both a tired smile before saying, "I'm going to bed. Can you guys put the fire out when you're done?"

"Sure," Sunwoo nods to him while you look around the bonfire. Not a single soul is outside with you. Everyone else has gone inside and probably passed out. You pull out your phone and tap the screen to check the time.

"Wow, I didn't realize how late it already was."

"I don't know how we missed everyone going inside."

"Good conversation," you smile as he stands up.

He looks around for a stick and finds the one Sangyeon was using to stoke the fire. "That it was. Are you still good, or are you ready for bed?"

As much as you'd like to stay up and talk to Sunwoo until the sun comes up, exhaustion hits you. That, paired with the knowledge that the rest of the guys will probably wake you up with their loudness tells you that you should go to sleep.

"Bedtime."

Sunwoo nods in agreement and begins breaking the fire down. You head to the lake, discarding what’s left in your cup as you go and fill it up with lake water before joining him at the fire and dumping it on the flames. The wood sizzles, fading to red embers, and when Sunwoo decides it's okay enough to leave for the night, the two of you walk to your cabin.

"Do you have enough blankets and pillows?" He asks as the two of you step onto the back deck.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," you slow down when you notice he's come to a stop.

When you turn to face him, he lets out a quiet, "Okay".

The two of you silently stare at each other. Your eyes both searching the others. Then, he glances down to your lips, and his gaze stays there. Your mouth parts and you try to inhale air because it suddenly feels like you can't breathe. Is he going to kiss you? Right now?

Your stomach swirls with nerves until Sunwoo closes his eyes. It looks like it pains him to do so, but he does it. When he opens them again, the look of desire that was taking over his face is pushed down, hidden wherever he usually keeps it. His eyes come back up to yours, and he gives you a sweet smile, though it does little to lessen the disappointment you feel.

"Goodnight."

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