#while will only has some throw away line about how he hooked up with a guy here and there

[ja3yun]

Royal Sacrifice | S.JY | pt.2

prince!jake x maid!fem reader warnings: tiny bit of fluff, angst, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, nipple play, whiney jake, my attempt to write posh-ish (again), longing, not proofread, anything else lmk! wc: 12.5k synopsis: with prince jaeyun set to marry another woman, revelations of the true plans behind the marriage come to light which leave you struck with conflicting emotions and lead to an outcome you could never have anticipated. part one a/n: hi! it is me once again. this was heavily requested to have a part 2 so i am being ever so kind and giving it to you all! i held a poll to see if you guys wanted a long chapter or shorter and long won so ofc its 12k (sigh) anyway, please enjoy it! this was really fun to write even though it's not my usual style, i hope this ending serves you better than part one did hehe.

3 months. It has been 3 months since you last saw the prince, the love of your life. Ever since the king made his speech declaring the marriage of Prince Jaeyun and Princess Mia, your heart has not stopped shedding pieces of itself. With each part that breaks away, you hope they reach him somehow.

Currently, he is in Lethamhill, fulfilling a tour of the Kingdom that will best help him serve the country once the merger is to happen. You haven’t ventured past the walls of Glengyre, so as you imagine him exploring and getting to know the people, being his charming self, you can only imagine the backdrop to be similar to your home, hopefully with a little more prosperity. 

It has been hard to focus on your duties while your brain is occupied with a forbidden love, a love that can never be. Of course, you told him to do this, practically pushing him into the new role of a husband to a woman who is not you, yet, you don’t find any comfort in knowing you both did the right thing. 

He was willing to fight in the front line, to disregard any idea of marrying another, all for the sake of you and your love. It is a love that comes once in a lifetime and it is a love that has the power to destroy worlds. You could not sit back and in your right mind watch the Prince throw away his people for you, it’s unethical and illogical, thus, you had no choice but to push him away.

But you still loved him all the same, that fire of affection will always burn for him.

Despite your longing, his absence has made it somewhat easier to grasp the idea that you can no longer hold him or feel his warmth through your veins. Being in the same room as him will only hurt you more.

He has to come back at some point, and that point is any day now.

Princess Mia must also do her rounds throughout Glengyre if she is to be a Princess of this kingdom as well as her own. You aren’t one to gossip but the chatter around the servant's quarters is that she is spoiled and entitled, everything Jaeyun despises. There might not be any truth to it, senseless rumours about her attitude could easily be spread in response to some jealous people looking for an excuse to hate her all because Jaeyun is off limits now. 

It didn’t matter, true or not, they were to be wed in a matter of months regardless of personal feelings. 

As you dust off the ornaments lined up neatly on the mantlepiece in the hallway, you hear the main entrance doors open, a commotion following. You peer around the corner to catch a glimpse, curious as to who graces the castle at this early hour. 

Then you see Princess Mia with her arm hooked onto Jaeyun, smiling up at him with doe eyes.

That was another truth you did not want to face once he returned; that he could, in fact, have fallen in love with her.

“My boy! How was your trip?” The king’s ambitious voice echoes through the entire castle.

Jaeyun smiles gracefully, bowing as he approaches his father, “It went well, Your Majesty,” he says at a far lesser decibel than his father.

Princess Mia looks at Jaeyun like he is the only man in the world which only serves to make your stomach twist. It is so obvious this would happen, Jaeyun is so easy to fall in love with, anyone would be foolish to spend more than a few hours with him and fail to be enamoured by him. 

You almost knock over the clock you are pretending to dust as your eyes stay glued to the scene before you. Your brain is trying to determine Jaeyun’s feelings towards his fiance, are the feelings of adoration mutual or does he still see this as a contractual marriage? 

Does he still love you?

"Y/N, back to work, please. We do not eavesdrop on the Royals," Miss Son chides in a hushed tone, jolting you back to attention.

You bow apologetically, hastening your dusting with a newfound fervour, cheeks burning with embarrassment under Miss Son's pointed gaze. She says no more, retreating to attend to her own duties and leaving you to yours.

As you resume your task, the distant murmur of voices from the royals serves as a constant reminder of his presence despite the fact he is no longer in your line of sight. Jaeyun’s voice threads through the air like a siren’s song, beckoning you to his side once more.

But you cannot answer.

_____

As you diligently scrub the remnants of the Royal's lunch from the plates, the imposing figure of the Chamberlain disrupts the tranquillity of the kitchen, her presence commanding attention as she raps sharply on the wooden table.

“Y/N?” she asks quizzically as she does not know who the name would belong to. 

It’s tiny situations like this that make you miss Jaeyun even more. The Crown Prince's effortless familiarity with over a hundred staff members stands in stark contrast, a testament to his respect and appreciation for every individual, regardless of their status.

Turning to face the Chamberlain, you offer a respectful bow, "Yes, Ma'am?"

"Ah, excellent. Please cease your current tasks and accompany me. Your presence has been requested," she instructs, her tone brooking no argument.

Your heart skips a beat, thoughts racing as you wonder what could possibly warrant such a summons. Swallowing your apprehension, you quickly set aside the plates and follow the Chamberlain, your footsteps echoing faintly in the corridor as you trail behind her.

The corridors of the castle seem to stretch endlessly, each step accompanied by a mounting sense of anticipation. You steal a glance at the Chamberlain's stoic profile, but her expression reveals nothing, leaving you to speculate about why you have been called.

Maybe the King and Queen finally discovered your clandestine relationship with the Prince, perhaps this is the moment all of your past rendezvous catch up to you. What would this mean? Would they behead you, exile you from the very kingdom you call home, or was it something much more sinister?

Finally, you arrive at a grand door, adorned with intricate carvings and gilded accents. The Chamberlain pauses, turning to regard you with a stern gaze, "Remember your place," she warns, before pushing open the door and ushering you inside.

As you walk into the large dining hall, you see an abundance of eyes on you. The entire Royal family, along with their trusted valets have their attention on you.

You scour the table for Jaeyun, whose eyes glisten with longing and disbelief. He cannot believe you are standing in front of him once again, albeit in different circumstances than he would like. 

To him, you look as pretty as the day he was escorted away to Lethamhill, but he can sense that you haven’t been well; your tired eyes and slumped body are a testament. He could only wish to ease the pain from your body just as his soft hands used to do.

“Miss Y/N, is it?” the Queen inquires, eyeing you up and down.

With a nod, you avoid direct eye contact, “Yes, Your Majesty. Y/N L/N,” your hands tremble slightly as you speak, seeking stability by clutching your skirt, attempting to rid the clamminess that has settled upon them.

The King rises from his seat, intrigued by your surname and background, “L/N… Is that the same L/N who oversees the mill near the Dochart River?” he probes.

Regrettably, you must correct him, “No, Your Majesty. My father toils in the mines, and my mother gathers berries,” a tinge of shame colours your words as you recount your family's humble occupations.

Both your parents worked tirelessly to provide for your family, yet their efforts often fell short. When they left you with your siblings, it wasn't out of neglect but out of necessity, seeking better opportunities in other regions where wealth flowed more readily - a circumstance not dissimilar to yours right now.

The room falls into a weighted silence, the King's brows knit together in thought. “Ah, I see,” he murmurs, clearly disinterested in you now.

You brace yourself for judgment, but to your surprise, Princess Mia speaks up, a soft smile on her face,  “Hardworking stock, it is admirable,” she remarks with no hint of sarcasm, her tone warm.

A glimmer of pride graces your features at her acknowledgement, a brief respite from the anxiety flickering around your insides. You still don’t know why you are here, so you cannot let your guard down so easily.

"Miss L/N, may I introduce Princess Mia of Lethamhill. I trust you are familiar with her impending union with the Prince?" the Queen's gaze steers you towards the Princess, who maintains a gracious smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty. It is indeed an honour to be in your presence," you reply with a respectful curtsy, offering a warm smile in return.

She makes her way to you, holding out her hands to offer to you. Your eyes scan the table to see the look of shock on everyone’s faces, taken aback by her forwardness to a mere peasant, “It is my honour to meet you, Y/N,” her face exudes a kindness you see similarly in Jaeyun.

It breaks your heart.

They are clearly well suited, their characters and status mould together in ways you and Jaeyun could never.

“Y/N, you will serve as Princess Mia’s lady-in-waiting during her stay in Glengyre,” the Queen's announcement leaves you speechless, a wave of disbelief washing over you.

Typically, when Royals of other kingdoms venture to another, it is customary that they bring their own staff, particularly their maid of honour. 

Princess Mia's unexpected warmth catches you off guard as she expresses her hope for a harmonious relationship, “Pince Jaeyun spoke highly of you, Y/N. I look forward to our time together," she says, grasping your hands with genuine affection.

Confusion and resentment swirl within you. Was this Jaeyun's way of taunting you? To rub it in that you are no longer his?

Despite your inner thoughta, you maintain your composure and offer a gracious smile in return. "Thank you, Princess Mia. I am at your service," you respond, masking your apprehension with a polite demeanour.

As you glance around the room, you catch Jaeyun's eye for a brief moment, his expression one of mischief, “Thank you, Y/N. You know all the ins and outs of this castle,” he smirks, eluding to your secret nightly meetings in whatever nook and cranny you could find to be with him.

With a mixture of confusion and trepidation, you acknowledge his words with a subtle nod, unsure of what his intentions are at this moment. Despite the lingering doubts and uncertainties, you steel yourself to fulfil your duties to the best of your abilities.

“I appreciate the opportunity, Your Highness,” you say to Jaeyun, hoping he can read your confused features. Luckily after months of only being able to communicate through your expressions, he shakes his head, understanding your worries but dismissing them.

He just wants to keep you close, and if serving his future wife is the only way to do that, then so be it.

_____

The following morning marks the beginning of your role as a lady-in-waiting, a position typically earned after years of loyal service—a fact not lost on the resentful gazes of your fellow servants at the dining table. Even your chamber companions shun you, refusing to share the bunk, a clear display of their disdain. Although Princess Mia kindly offers you a separate bed closer to her quarters, accepting would only stoke the flames of their animosity.

As you walk the hallways adorned in your new uniform, a sense of pride swells within you. The sea blue cotton dress may lack the opulence of the Chamberlain's or any other higher ranking servant’s attire, but its significance is not lost on you. It represents a step up from your previous maid garments, a symbol of newfound status and responsibility.

The guards at the door inspect you and your new look, both smiling widely before stepping out of the way to give you a pathway to the Princess’ door. 

Tipping your head courteously, you knock on the grand oak doors, awaiting approval to enter. However, when it does not come, you open them slightly, examining the room to find your lady. A lump is formed under the covers of the bed, meaning she could only be in one place.

You gently shut the double doors behind you before carefully gliding over to the window to open the curtains.

Back home, your brothers had a tendency to do as the Princess is doing just now - hiding to avoid going about their duties. You expect it from teenage boys, not from the Princess of an entire kingdom.

“Princess Mia, you have an appointment this morning,” you say firmly, hoping she will wake up.

A muffled groan escapes beneath the layers of quilts covering her head, "Please, Y/N, I have a dreadful allergy to the sun," she jokes.

With a gentle tug, you draw back the final curtain, "My apologies, Your Highness, but I am under strict orders from the King to ensure you join them for breakfast," you explain with a warm smile.

She shifts beneath the covers before casting them aside, revealing her upper half with a resigned sigh, "I understand, Y/N. It is not your doing," she concedes, stretching as if aiming for the heavens, "But you should know, I harbour a great distaste for mornings. If I seem irritable, it’s hardly your fault."

You can't help but admire her even in her morning disarray, her features possessing an otherworldly allure. Though the kingdom boasts many beauties, encountering someone of her stature feels like a rare privilege.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she finally meets your gaze with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Shall we, Y/N?" she says, gracefully swinging her legs off the bed and rising to her feet with a fluid motion that speaks of innate poise.

“Would you like me to assist you with your bath or would you prefer some privacy?” you query, making her bed as she glances out the window.

Princess Mia is like any one of your friends back home, an ease of friendliness passes between you the more you speak. There's a pang of wishful thinking, a part of you hoped she'd embody the snobbishness rumoured about her, offering an easy target for animosity towards her relationship with your former love. But she is far removed from her rumours.

“Neither,” she begins to pull you away from your task of making the bed and pushes you towards the bathroom, “Perhaps I could use the company more than anything.”

Turning the taps to fill her bath, you steal another glance at her as she strips off her nightgown, marvelling at her delicate features: the velvety smoothness of her skin, the graceful curves that seem sculpted by an artist's hand, and the perkiness of her ass, reminiscent of a ripe peach. 

In contrast, your own reflection reveals a different story - dry skin marked by scars from old scabies, a dullness that overshadows any hint of radiance, and a figure that pales in comparison, lacking the perfection of hers.

You would be foolish to think for a second you could compete with her for Jaeyun’s love.

As she steps into the running bath, you prepare the soap, handing it to her which she accepts with a smile. 

“How long have you worked for the Glengyre royal family?” she asks, lathering up the soap and washing it over her body.

"Just under a year, Your Highness," you respond, realising in this moment that you have been here for much longer than desired. Being away from your brothers for this long was never part of the plan, and the ache to see them again gnaws at your heart, the letters exchanged barely enough to quell your longing.

Princess Mia lounges in the bath, leaning her chin on the edge as she speaks with you, “Tell me honestly, from a peasant perspective, are they good people?” 

The question is a hefty one, one that you are not prepared for. It is no secret that you have a distaste for the King and Queen, however, your judgement upon them can only lead to your travesty, so you ponder how to navigate the question while still maintaining some honesty.

“Well, the King and Queen try their best,” you begin, eyes pointed downward, “And the Prince…”

How would one describe Prince Jaeyun? Loyal, honest, kindhearted, fearless, a true King. But how do you say it while hiding your feelings for him? Your brain wants to tell the Princess how Jaeyun kisses with such desire and passion, and his whispers of affection and adoration serve you to believe he is straight from one of Shakespeare's sonnets. He was much more than a noble Crown Prince, he was the love of your life, and you wanted to scream it from the rooftops.

She pokes you gently with a finger, drawing you back from your reverie, "Y/N?"

"Oh, my apologies," you offer a strained smile, hoping she didn’t catch on to your longing gaze, "Prince Jaeyun is undoubtedly a man of great virtue and integrity, worthy to ascend the throne and lead his people," you reply, striving for a diplomatic tone that hides the depth of your affection for him.

"And how will he be as a husband?"

You fluster, your brain now inappropriately recalling his touches and lingering lips while his bride-to-be is a mere foot away, “I couldn’t possibly comment on that, Your Highness,” you deflect, inwardly cursing your traitorous thoughts.

“But from your perception, someone of your lower class has no reason to lie to me regarding your Prince, I would value your honesty,” she insists, playing with the water that envelopes her.

Sighing, you yield, “He will make a fantastic husband. His loyalty to those he loves knows no bounds,” you concede, swallowing the bitter pill of truth as you reluctantly paint a portrait of Jaeyun as a desirable suitor, knowing it may only serve to bring them closer together.

The Princess slips lower into the bathtub, leaving just her head above the water, "He does not love me, though," she acknowledges, her voice heavy with sorrow as if she were voicing the truth for the first time, "He made it clear that his heart belongs elsewhere, that he could never give it to me."

You feel a surge of tension at her words, a glimmer of hope blossoming in your heart at Jaeyun's implied feelings. It's a bittersweet realisation, knowing that he still holds love for you as deeply as you do for him, yet, not one of you can do anything about it.

Standing from the stool beside the bathtub, you pick up a towel and hold it out for the Princess to take, but she does not move, instead, she continues her questioning, “Who does he love, Y/N?”

The sickness that sits in your stomach bubbles to your throat, word vomit willing you on to scream at her that it is you he belongs to, that his heart is yours and yours is his. But you dare not utter such a confession.

“He loves his people, Your Highness, they are who have his heart,” you stand strong, pushing the towel further in her face, using it as a barricade so she cannot witness your wet eyes.

Princess Mia removes herself from the tub, idly lost in her thoughts, “We have that in common,” her tone airy as she remembers her people back home.

She is a good person, her thoughtfulness and kindness showcase this, and you know she will make a fantastic addition to Jaeyun’s faction. With her as his wife, they will do great things for Glengyre.

_____

As the first rays of dawn break through the stained glass windows of the castle, you find yourself standing alongside Princess Mia at the grand breakfast table, the delicate clinking of silverware and murmured conversations filling the air. Your gaze couldn't help but flicker nervously toward the entrance, anticipation mounting with each passing moment as you awaited Jaeyun's arrival.

It is hard to be so close yet so out of reach to someone you used to be tangled with.

Prince Jaeyun and his trusted valet, Heeseung, make their grand entrance into the opulent dining hall, instantly commanding the attention of all present. His piercing gaze sweeps across the room, briefly meeting Princess Mia's eyes before seeking out your own.

You have lined yourself up with the other maids, a habit from your past role. Heeseung approaches you with a warm smile, his voice carrying a hint of understanding as he addresses you, "Miss Y/N, valets typically stand to the left," he gently reminds you, gesturing for you to join him. Grateful for Heeseung's kindness and guidance, you offer him a respectful bow before obediently following his lead.

As you traverse the room, keeping your head low in deference, you feel a soft touch against your hand, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was, the touch sending sparks to your heart. 

Jaeyun is playing with fire, he knows it’s risky to even gaze upon you too long, yet his heart yearns for you and your touch, causing him to act irrationally. Your heart is a magnet and it is drawing him in the closer you are to him.

In a brief moment of recklessness, Jaeyun slips a folded piece of paper into your palm before releasing his grip, the covert exchange going unnoticed by everyone save the two of you. Quickly you tuck the piece of paper up your sleeve and stand in your designated space.

As the Royals take their seats, anticipation pervades the air, with the tantalising smells of the lavish meal enticing even the most controlled appetites.

“How fares the Princess this morning?” Heeseung inquires softly, a faint smile gracing his lips as he casts his gaze ahead.

“Quite well. And what of the Prince?” you respond, hoping for a glimpse into your former lover’s wellbeing.

Heeseung's sigh is filled with gravity, his words hint at a heavy burden borne by the Prince, "Disheartened, I'm afraid," he says quietly.

The confession elicits a sharp intake of breath from you, brows knit together in confusion as you silently implore Heeseung to elaborate. "I believe it's due to the wedding being expedited to this Friday," he declares, his words sinking in with unexpected weight.

“What?!” your exclamation escapes your lips before you can temper it, a mix of shock and disbelief colouring your tone, reverberating through the room with an unintended volume.

Jaeyun, catching wind of your distressed reaction, turns his gaze towards you, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. Sensing his eyes upon you, you quickly avert your gaze, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck.

You know you cannot be with him but you presumed you had more time to become accustomed to Princess Mia around the castle and before you lose him forever, “Isn’t the Princess required to occupy Glengyre for at least 3 months? Isn’t it customary for her to know our land and the people before she takes such a vow?” you question. 

“Apparently, she does not need 3 months. The arrangement has altered slightly,” he looks down at you. 

“How can that be?” You don’t mean to bombard the valet with your senseless questioning, but nothing makes sense to you, “How will she know what is best for this kingdom if she does not actively know it? How will she best know how to take the role of Princess of Glengyre?”

Heeseung breathes out, “She won’t be, Prince Jaeyun is to be crowned King Consort of Lethamhill once they marry and fulfil his duties there,” his tone is filled with sorrow. 

You're taken aback by Heeseung's revelation, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place, "But if Jaeyun becomes the King Consort of Lethamhill, what about Glengyre?" you inquire, your voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to speak the words aloud, “Who will take the place of the King once he passes?”

“It is blasphemy to speak about the King’s death so frivolously!” Heeseung exclaims in a hushed tone, his jaw clenched. Heeseung was a royal guard before he was Jaeyun’s man-in-waiting, the blood of the royal navy still runs rampant through his veins, his honour to the king noble even if slightly blinded.

You offer an apology, bowing your head and feigning shame, “Sorry, I shall never utter the words so haphazardly again.”

He nods, stature returning to his elegant stance, "It's a complicated matter," Heeseung replies, his tone laced with sympathy, "The merger between the kingdoms is more than it seems. Lethamhill is in dire need of assistance after the turmoil caused by the war. The arrangement serves to benefit both kingdoms but it is Glengyre who is set to prosper.”  

You are not understanding Heeseung’s words, which only causes hindrance in this conversation, “Excuse my ignorance, but I do not understand.”

“Lethamhill is on the brink of destruction, the King believes if Prince Jaeyun were to be crowned King Consort, he would be able to fully take Lethamhill for himself. King James and Queen Elizabeth will resign their titles for their daughter as part of the deal, leaving our Crown Prince in charge with only the need of convincing Princess Mia to follow his plans.”

You whip your head to face Heeseung, “So Lethamhill is to be no more? What of its people?” your heart races at the thought of thousands of innocent lives tangled in this game of political power.

“They are not the King and Prince’s concern, they serve Glengyre and Glegyre alone,” he says quietly.

There is a weight in your chest akin to an anchor, bringing your remaining hope and happiness for this merger down into the pits of your stomach. The merger is a visage, a guise for your King to be completely in control. 

This was never about peace, this was always going to be about power.

“And does Prince Jaeyun know about this?” you ask astonished. Surely, if Jaeyun knew of the inner workings of his father, he would put a stop to it all. Although Jaeyun lives to serve his people, he would never sacrifice others to replenish Glengyre, it’s the reason he has always voted against war.

Heeseung's gaze remains firm, "Of course he does," he replies sternly, "You think the Prince would be kept in the dark about something like this?"

As Heeseung's words sink in, a wave of realisation washes over you, accompanied by a sense of betrayal. You can only hope Jaeyun has a bigger plan, one that can save both kingdoms from perishing.

______

As night descends upon the castle, you navigate the dimly lit corridors with determined steps, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Jaeyun's cryptic note had beckoned you to the Council c

Chambers under the cover of darkness, although, you were conflicted with the idea knowing his plans now to infiltrate Lethamhill from within.

However, this served as your chance to speak directly to Jaeyun and figure out what his true intentions are. Every atom of your being is saying he cannot be so foolish as to destroy a country just in the hopes of building up his own, but you still approach the meeting with a wary heart.

With a heavy push, you open the door and the memories of your final night together flood your mind. But you refuse to be swayed by the urge within your body and heart; you must find out what is truly going on.

The room is cloaked in shadows, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. As you step inside, the air seems charged with tension, every creak of the floorboards echoing in the silence.

Jaeyun is leaning against the very desk he made love to you on countless times, the very desk you promised your undying love to him. His head whips up as he hears you enter the Council Chamber, his body lit by the moon and nothing more, yet, you can see the twinkle in his eyes as if it is a bright summer’s morning.

He stands as you edge closer to him, "It's been too long since I was graced with such beauty in my lone presence," he remarks, his voice soft and warm. His hand moves instinctively to find your hips, but you step back, the tension in the air palpable.

"Tell me it isn’t true," you implore, your heart pounding in your chest as you search his eyes for reassurance, desperate for him to dispel the troubling rumours that have plagued your thoughts.

Jaeyun's brow furrows in confusion, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity, "Tell me what isn't, my love?" he responds, his voice laced with genuine confusion.

"Don't call me that. You have no right anymore," you respond sharply, your voice tinged with bitterness. The pain of betrayal simmers just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"You'll always be my love, Y/N," Jaeyun insists, his tone pleading as he reaches out to you, but you hold yourself stiffly, refusing to be swayed by his familiar touch.

"But you're not mine, not if what I heard is true," you retort, your voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and anger. 

Jaeyun's expression softens, "What did you hear?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid of the answer.

In Jaeyun’s eyes, he has done nothing wrong. He has kept Princess Mia at a respectable length at all times, never shared the same bed, and made it abundantly clear that this marriage will harbour no love as he already gave his heart to someone else - to you.

Which could only mean you know one thing.

You feel a surge of frustration welling up inside you, threatening to implode as you confront Jaeyun with the truth.

"That you are to marry Princess Mia for the sole purpose of becoming king and take complete control of Lethamhill," you reveal, your voice trembling as you lay bare the painful reality of the situation, “Please, Jaeyun, tell me this isn’t true. Tell me otherwise.”

You feel the weight of each word as it leaves your lips. The dim light from the moon casts long shadows across the room, adding to the solemn atmosphere as you confront Jaeyun, the man you once thought you knew so well.

You are begging him to prove your mind wrong, to let you in on a lavish plan that bonds the countries together by outwitting his father. 

Yet he offers nothing.

For a moment, there is silence between you, broken only by the soft sound of your breathing. Your figure tightens as any hope you had for him, for this to be a lie, slowly dwindles away.

Finally, Jaeyun speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, "Y/N, please understand," he begins, his tone pleading as he searches for the right words to convey his thoughts, “It is not by choice.”

“There is always a choice, Jaeyun,” you spit back at him, head thumping with the realisation that Jaeyun does not have an ulterior motive, he is going along with the plan to destroy Lethamhill, “What was the point of agreeing to marry Princess Mia and avoiding war when you are only going to cause one anyway?” 

Jaeyun's shoulders sag under the weight of your accusation, his gaze dropping to the floor as he wrestles with his conscience, "It isn't like that," he protests weakly, his voice tinged with sorrow, "There will be no war."

“But people will be hurt and in consequence, they will die. That to me is no better than war,” you counter, your voice laced with agitation.

“Some may die but our people will be safe,” he insists, his words ringing around the room.

You seethe as he shows no willingness to relent; you sacrificed true love, your happiness, all for the better of the kingdom you call home, and yet Jaeyun sets make a fool of it. Your kingdom may flourish, but it will be covered in a sea of blood and power. Glengyre will no longer be a place you can call home if this were to be the case.

“But what of Princess Mia’s people? They will surely perish,” you argue, your heart breaking at the thought of innocent lives that will be lost in the name of power and control.

Jaeyun sighs, his expression haunted as he grapples with the weight of his decisions, "I took an oath to protect my kingdom," he murmurs, his voice barely audible above the din of your thoughts.

You step forward, jaw tightening and fists clenched, “And you will take an oath on Friday,” you remind him, your voice thick with disappointment, “To their kingdom, to be their leader and save them from their current state.”

“The King-”

“Enough! No excuses. The king does not have a final say once you are to be wed. You will be crowned King Consort of Lethamhill, you get to have the final decision as to what to do, what is best.”

Jaeyun's hand hesitates midair, trembling as if caught in a tempest of conflict. Your impassioned words strike at the very core of his being, awakening a sense of clarity amidst the fog. For the first time, he begins to see the shadow that his father's influence has cast over him, distorting his once unyielding sense of honour and integrity.

In your unwavering presence, he discovers a beacon, guiding him back to the principles he formerly valued. 

“My love-” he starts, but you interject once again.

“No. Until you return the Jaeyun I once knew, the man that I love, I am not yours,” you back away slowly, voice trembling as tears prick your eyes, “I belong to him, to my Jaeyun, not you.”

_____

Two days later, you stand outside Miss Son's office, the oak door imposing yet familiar. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows across the corridor, adding an eerie ambience to the castle's interior. Your heart pounds in your chest as you raise your hand to knock, the weight of your decision heavy on your shoulders. 

With the wedding tomorrow, you do not know how she will react to your request.

The door creaks open, revealing the warm glow of Miss Son's office. Stepping inside, you're enveloped by the scent of parchment and ink, a comforting aroma that reminds you of countless meetings and tasks undertaken within these walls.

"Come in," Miss Son's voice breaks through your reverie, and you enter, feeling a mixture of nerves and determination.

"Miss Son, I'm afraid I must pardon myself from my role," you state, the words coming out in a rush.

Miss Son's expression softens with concern as she listens to your explanation, “Why so suddenly? Is Princess Mia giving you a hard time?” She leans forward, her gaze unwavering as she waits for you to continue.

"No, no, she is quite lovely...I fear I haven't seen my brothers in a long time. I think it is time for me to go back and care for them," you explain, your voice faltering slightly as you try to mask the true reason behind your decision.

Miss Son's eyes narrow, a knowing glint in her gaze, "Are you sure this has nothing to do with the Crown Prince marrying the Princess?" she asks gently, her tone filled with understanding.

You swallow hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. The truth hangs heavy in the air, begging to be acknowledged.

"Whatever do you mean?" you reply, though you know she sees right through your facade.

“I mean, I am head of over one hundred servants, I know everything that happens within these castle walls,” she gestures around the room with her finger, eyebrows raised expectantly, “You and Prince Jaeyun lack discretion. Sneaking around, leaving traces of yourself which I have had to clean up, you are both useless at this secret love affair.”

Of course, she knew everything. You and Jaeyun were not exactly quiet in your passionate encounters and pieces of your uniform lay in different areas of the castle; you just thought you were both extremely lucky, but it happens that your luck is named Miss Son.

“I understand why you must leave but it will be a great shame to lose you, Miss Y/N,” she offers a smile of sympathy before gesturing you away quickly, “Now go get some rest and leave tomorrow morning. With the commotion of the wedding, you should be able to sneak out with ease.”

You bow appreciatively to her, muttering an almost silent thank you as you retreat to your bed chambers, your bones heavy with sorrow.

_____

The tranquillity of the maid's chambers envelops you as you nestle beneath your threadbare quilt, its thin fabric offering little comfort against the weight of your thoughts. With the royal wedding looming just 17 hours away, sleep eludes you as you mentally chart your journey back home.

The prospect of reuniting with your brothers brings a bittersweet relief, a respite from the tumult that swirls within the castle walls. However, when you think about your impending departure, you can't shake the lingering anguish that pulls at your heartstrings, tying you to this location despite your desire to move on.

Jaeyun.

As you ponder the situation laid before you, you wonder whether Jaeyun fully comprehends the ramifications of his decisions. Half of your heart longs to remain by his side, hoping to guide him away from the path of destruction. But you cannot be by his side, not after tomorrow.

The door to your room creaks open, the sound echoing softly in the dimly lit quarters. You lay still, pretending to be asleep, though your senses are alert to every sound and movement around you. You suspect it's one of the other maids, returning to collect some forgotten item before retiring for the night.

Miss Son has led the others to the tavern for a ‘light’ celebration ahead of the royal wedding. While it was meant to be a joyous occasion, the event only serves to heighten your anxiety. You would find little joy in the festivities, preferring the quiet solitude of your room.

As the footsteps draw closer to your bed, your pulse quickens, and you hold your breath, hoping to discourage any interaction. However, when you feel the mattress dip slightly and warm arms encircle your waist, your tension begins to ebb away.

The touch is unmistakably Jaeyun's, sending a jolt of both comfort and turmoil through your body. Despite your conflicting feelings, you find yourself relaxing into his embrace, seeking refuge in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“My love, I am sorry,” he says quietly, his lips peppering kisses to your shoulder blade, each kiss lingering longer than the last. His hands trace the outline of your figure as they etch along your waist and sides.

Jaeyun has never laid with you like this, the opportunities scarce in the secrets of the night, this moment only makes you wish you had taken more chances to hold one another close.

“Jaeyun, you cannot be here,” you state, trying to swallow your love and sorrow, but they’re far too big to choke down.

“Face me, Y/N,” he commands, his tone is not forceful but pleading. He needs you to look at him to fully see his emotions. As of right now, you think of him as a deceitful Prince, set to ruin innocent lives, and he will not stand for it, “Please.”

It is hard to face a man you love who seems to mirror only a shell of himself, yet, you turn around per his request. Perhaps it was the hierarchy that lay between you, or maybe it is just your love for him that outweighs any apprehension you have of him.

Your eyes meet and his heart stops, the tears in your eyes only exhibit how this is affecting you, “I cannot stand you being mad at me,” his lips pout as he speaks and you wish to kiss him like never before.

In your mind, if you kiss him right now it may cause a chain reaction in which he changes his mind on the matters of Lethamhill, but that is foolish thinking.

"Jaeyun, you know I cannot condone what you're doing," you reply softly, your voice laced with sadness, "This marriage, this plan - it is wrong. It goes against everything I thought you stood for."

He reaches out to gently brush a stray tear from your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine, "I know, Y/N. Believe me, I never wanted any of this," he confesses, his voice laced with regret.

You search his eyes, grappling with conflicting emotions of love, anger, and betrayal. Regardless of the hurt, you can't help but feel a flicker of hope at his words. Maybe there's still a chance to sway him, to remind him of the man you once knew - the man who would never sacrifice his principles for power.

“My Jaeyun is in there somewhere, I know he is. Why can’t he be the one to rule as King Consort and make this right?” you beg, your hands playing with the tassels of his white nightshirt.

Jaeyun’s expression is unwavering with regret and pain, “He will be, I will make sure of it.”

“But how? I cannot see him when I look at you,” you retort, lip quivering at the prospect of losing him both figuratively and physically.

“He needs you to guide him, I need you to guide me, that much was clear today,” he begins, his lips find your shoulder once again, his teeth laying claim to you. All the marks from your previous encounters have begun to fade, leaving you bare for someone else to take hold, and he refuses to let that happen.

He must fix this.

Sucking on the base of your neck, his hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further into his body, your legs now sandwiched between his, “Today, you made me see my ways, how it was wrong of me to honour a vow to one kingdom and not another. I need you by my side.” 

Being surrounded by his father and his men, their constant words or assurance that this is the right thing to do for Glengyre swayed him to believe it too. Then you put him in his place, allowing him to see how preposterous the plan was. 

He needs you.

Jaeyun kisses up to the side of your mouth, his eyes now looking desperately into yours, “Please do not go tomorrow.”

“How did you know?”

“Miss Son, she told me,” he confesses.

Your hands lay splayed on his chest as you contemplate whether to bring him closer, or push him away, “How am I meant to stand by idly while I lose you and know of your plans?” you query.

It is selfish of him to ask such a request, he knows this, but he will not lose hope on you so easily, “Trust me, please, just trust me. If not as Prince Jaeyun, as your Jaeyun.” 

His words echo in your mind, battling internally whether to fully put your faith in a man who not a few days ago swore destruction to people like yourself.

The room feels suffocatingly small as you grapple with your thoughts, his touch igniting a storm of conflicting feelings within you. His lips trailing along your skin, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake, only serve to cloud your thoughts further.

But amidst the haze of uncertainty, there's a glimmer of hope - a flicker of the man you once knew, buried beneath layers of duty and obligation. You can't help but cling to that hope, to the belief that somewhere within him, the true Jaeyun still exists.

His lips softly press themselves against yours, the feeling causing stray tears to slip from your eyes. You missed him and his kiss only served as evidence of his equal longing for you.

You grip onto his nightshirt and pull him to lay on top of you, the feeling of your lover in your arms is suddenly the only thing occupying your mind. All your worries and woes are now gone, washed away from your brain as his tongue slips into your mouth and his body is pressed heavily against you.

"I missed you terribly, my love," he murmurs against your lips, his words tinged with longing, "Tell me you thought of me?"

His yearning infuses his words, coaxing the last remnants of tears to escape your eyes, "Every waking moment was filled with thoughts of you," you confess, holding him tighter, seeking solace in his embrace.

Your admission blankets him with comfort, reassured by the enduring strength of your love. Initially, when you urged him to marry Princess Mia, part of him foolishly believed it was to liberate yourselves from secrecy and not just for the good of the people, that you grew tired of sneaking around the cold castle with him. Now, as he holds you close once more, your kisses igniting need, he realises the folly of that assumption.

With his right hand, he brushes aside the strap of your nightie, allowing your tit to spill slightly from its confines. The sight of your ample flesh awakens a hunger within Jaeyun, prompting him to lean in, his teeth gently grazing the curve of your breast.

His mouth leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he descends toward your nipple, delicately taking it into his mouth. With a mixture of tenderness and fervent desire, he nibbles and flicks the nub, his tongue swirling eagerly around it. His hands firmly grip your waist, anchoring your writhing body in place.

You're consumed by a desperate longing for him, craving his love once more, unable to wait as he teases your body.

Jaeyun knows that you both usually do not have time, opting for a quick session of raw passion before retreating to your chambers. But tonight is different. Tonight, there are no constraints, no fear of interruption or pressing obligations. Tonight, he is entirely yours, dedicated to fulfilling every desire and whim that you may have. Jaeyun had made sure every servant was out of the quarters till at least dawn.

What you thought was Miss Son’s idea was founded behind Jaeyun’s generosity. 

As Jaeyun continues to lavish attention on your breast, his ministries grow more fervent, driven by the desire to reconnect with you. His lips and tongue work in tandem, igniting sparks of pleasure that course through your body like wildfire.

"Jaeyun," you moan, the sound escaping your lips in a breathless plea as his hand slips beneath your nightgown and into your panties, "I need you," you confess, your fingers tracing urgent paths up and down his back as you attempt to remove his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against yours.

"I know, darling, I know," he murmurs, his words intermingled with kisses that caress the sensitive flesh of your erect nipple, "But tonight, I want to savour every moment with you, to show you just how much you mean to me."

His touch ignites a fire within you as two of his fingers glide along the slick surface of your arousal, drawing forth a soft purr of satisfaction from your lips. Your body hums with anticipation, aching for his touch as he guides his digits to your entrance, the sensation of them slipping inside you with effortless ease sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

As Jaeyun's fingers delve deeper into your slick warmth, a gasp escapes your lips, your body instinctively arching into his touch. Each stroke of your walls sends ripples of pleasure coursing through you, heightening the intensity of the moment.

His lips are back on yours as he thrusts his fingers in at a fast pace, his thumb now finding your clit as he rapidly flicks it back and forth. The motion causes you to breathe into his mouth, your lover feeling as though you are injecting him with newfound life. He knew he had missed you but having you like this, surrendering to his touch only made it much more evident in his heart.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N. You are utterly captivating, a masterpiece brought to life," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. 

Despite your comparisons of yourself to Princess Mia that you made earlier, you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world with his words. And to him, you are. You will always be the most breathtaking girl he will ever see; not even Aphrodite holds a candle to you, especially not as your face contorts in pleasure.

Each curl and stretch of his fingers scissors you open, making you whine in his ear as you beg him to go faster, which he obliges, his forearm veins protruding as he tenses, putting all his might into pleasuring you.

His unrelenting tempo, along with the tantalising exploration of his tongue, drives you to the edge of bliss, preparing you for the impending release that pulses inside you like a building storm. "Jaeyun, I'm cumming," you manage to exclaim, your words muffled against his lips as you exchange air and need.

"Cum, my love. Let go for me," he pleads, his voice gruff as he grinds his hardness against the fragile flesh of your thigh, looking for some type of release. Trapped in his night bottoms, the throbbing in his loins worsens with each passing second.

With a rough curl of his fingers, you surrender to the torrent of sensation that crashes over you, crying out his name as pleasure consumes you whole. Your body convulses in the throes of orgasm, your essence spilling over his hand. You only wish it was his cock.

Luckily for you, he also dreams of being inside you, the friction on his dick unbearable as he watches you heave out short breaths as your body tries to regulate itself. 

Jaeyun removes his hand from your swollen cunt, kneeling between your legs as he takes in your already spent body. But he isn’t finished with you.

Swiftly, Jaeyun sheds his clothing, the fabric falling to the floor in a whisper of motion before crawling back on top of you. He reaches for your nightgown's hem, sliding his fingertips over the shabby fabric as he tugs it up and over your head. In the dark light, your nude body is bathed in a delicate glow, a picture of ethereal beauty that makes him gasp with need.

As your bodies meld together, skin to skin, the electric current of desire arcs between you. His lips capture yours once again in a searing kiss, hands roaming over your body as he longs to feel every inch of you.

You can’t help but wonder if this will be the last time you have Jaeyun in your arms like this, so you have to make it count.

Sitting up, you feel a burst of confidence rush through you as you push him onto his back, your hands firmly grabbing his shoulders to keep him in place. The horror on his face only strengthens your urge to straddle him, a natural need propelling you forward.

His eyes widen in surprise at your sudden assertiveness, unaccustomed to you taking the lead in your lovemaking. But there's a spark of excitement in his eyes, an eagerness to yield to your touch and let you have your way with him.

Positioning yourself above him, you guide his erect cock beneath you, your core pulsating with excitement. You lower yourself onto him with tantalising slowness, the smooth heat of your sex wrapping around his length inch by inch.

As you start moving, a low sigh leaves his lips, and your hips swing back and forth, The sensation of his hardness buried deep within you sends sparks of ecstasy coursing through your veins, starting a fire that threatens to engulf you both.

Jaeyun's whimpers of bliss fill the air, his hands tightening around your hips as he tries to match your relentless pace, pushing up to meet you with frantic desperation. "God, Y/N," he exclaims, his voice thick with need, "You feel incredible wrapped around me like this."

Your claws sink into his chest as you bounce with renewed zest, taking complete control. Your motions are quick and commanding, leaving him with no choice but to give in to the intense feelings racing through his body, "I've missed this," you admit, your voice heavy with desire, "missed the way you fill me up."

“You have?” he opens his eyes to see your tits bouncing up and down your chest, a sight he thought about most as he stroked his member in the shower while you were out of reach, “Do you want me to fill you up properly?” he asks in a mischievous tone, his hand pulling your head to meet his, cloaking your lips with his own.

Nodding, you mewl into his mouth as both of you groan simultaneously, the sound of skin slapping and your vocalised pleasure bouncing along the walls. It’s raw and passionate, it’s unlike any other time Jaeyun has fucked into you. It’s a memory you’ll cherish forever, especially if this was to be the last time.

“Y/N, my love, I can’t hold out much longer,” he confesses as his eyebrows scrunch together, trying to hold himself back from releasing into you until he knows you’re going to cum again.

Heeding your request, he grips your waist tight, halting your movements as he pistons into you, using all his might to bring you both to the peak. With 3 forceful thrusts, his hips stutter and legs tense as he shoots his seed into you, endless hot spurts painting your walls.

“Please cum inside me, let me feel it,” you beg between kisses, riding him so hard that your thin bed frame is on the verge of collapsing beneath you.

It feels like a dream to have his cum stuffed inside of you again, causing you to follow suit, cumming over his cock with a scream of his name, one that could surely be heard all the way to Lethamhill. 

Jaeyun proceeds to buck his hips up into you, riding out your orgasms together as you collapse on top of him. The inside of your thighs tremble from your combined pleasure, and the intensity of your lovemaking leaves you both breathless and exhausted.

As you come down, you find yourselves tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat, your bodies still humming with the aftershocks of your shared passion. And as you lie there, spent and sated in each other's arms, you only feel the love between both of you radiating through your shared pants.

Looking up at him, you see his eyes glazed with satisfaction, a lazy smile plastered on the Crown Prince’s gorgeous face. He always spoke about how you were a vision, yet he is the one with a beauty so rare it’s almost impossible to understand how he is real.

But he is and he is holding you in his arms as he slips out of you, pulling your body up to rest more comfortably on himself. 

Your mind now clearing up from the fog of sex allows you to go back to your conversation before this impromptu session with him. 

"Can you truly change the course of this plan?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you search his eyes for any sign of reassurance.

Jaeyun's gaze meets yours, unwavering in its intensity, "I will do whatever it takes to make things right, I will find a way to reconcile my duty with my conscience."

"I want to believe you," you admit, your voice trembling with vulnerability, "But I need more than words, Jaeyun. I need to see action, to know that you're truly committed to making amends."

Jaeyun nods solemnly, understanding the weight of your request. "I will show you, Y/N. I will prove to you that I am worthy of your trust," he vows, his fingers gently tracing patterns along your skin as if to imprint his promise upon you.

“How?”

“I have a plan, but I must detail it out first before I speak it aloud. Please, just trust me.”

_____

The castle is filled with people here to watch the wedding, the wedding you have been dreading since Jaeyun left your quarters last night. He snuck out in the early hours of the morning before the rest of the staff came home. It was a bittersweet goodbye, your bodies that were tangled with one another for hours were pried apart, possibly forever.

The final kiss he placed on your lips is all you can think about as you stand obediently with the other staff, Heeseung by your side as everyone awaits Princess Mia’s arrival. The buzz around the hall is electric yet you feel like an insect, the closer you get to the nuptials, the closer you are to being zapped in the heart.

You feel uneasy as you see Jaeyun fiddle with his ring, the one he will take from his right hand and place on his bride. The more you ponder, the more you come to the realisation that maybe you should have just left, gone home with the cloak of the wedding as your opportunity to flee. 

But Jaeyun asked you to trust him, that he will do the right thing for everyone. The trust you have does not cancel out your breaking heart, however. 

Dressed in his princely attire, Jaeyun exudes a regal air as he stands at the altar, his uniform immaculate and his demeanour poised. Every detail of his appearance seems meticulously crafted to accentuate his undeniable beauty, from the crisp white fabric adorned with intricate gold detailing to the way his dark locks are artfully styled to frame his face.

As the royal band fills the air with music, the grandeur of the moment is punctuated by the entrance of Princess Mia, a vision of grace and elegance. Jaeyun's gaze shifts to her, momentarily captivated by her presence, and you feel a pang of sadness knowing that this is the beginning of the end for you.

This was it, you were losing him before your very eyes, but you cannot be selfish. This was the right thing to do, a sacrifice you must abide by for the kingdom you love. 

Truth be told, it is easier to come to terms with marriage now that you know Jaeyun will do whatever is in his power to truly bring solace between both Glengyre and Lethamhill. Before, once Heeseung revealed the malicious plans to you, you started to wonder if giving up your love was worth it or if it was all for nothing, but now you know it will not be in vain. 

Princess Mia greets Jaeyun at the alter and curtsies, her fiance mirroring her action while you swallow the lump in your throat. There is a glint in both their eyes, while you know it isn’t love, you do question it with a pierced heart. If Jaeyun were to fall in love with her, which is not implausible considering even in the short-lived time you acted as her maid-in-waiting you witnessed how humble and gracious she is, just as Jaeyun is. They match perfectly in every way.

You fight the urge to cry as the ceremony gets underway, the Bishop beginning to unify them both together. 

The moment arrives when the officiant solemnly intones, "If anyone present knows of any reason why this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace." The weight of the words hangs heavy in the air, the tension palpable as the guests hold their breath. 

Not a soul would be foolish enough to-

“We object.”

A choir of gasps fill the air as two harmonious voices speak their objection. Your eyes fall upon them as they smile at one another, letting go of their hands. 

Prince Jaeyun and Princess Mia objected to their own wedding. 

The shock reverberates through the room, eyes widen and murmurs erupt among the attendees. Not you nor Heeseung know what to do in this situation, both of you staring at Jaeyun with bewilderment, wondering what on earth he was doing.

Was this part of his grand plan?

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests of Glengyre and Lethamhill," he begins, his voice steady yet filled with conviction. "I stand before you today not only as your Prince but as a voice for justice and truth. For too long, a shadow of deceit has loomed over our kingdoms, orchestrated by none other than my own father, the King of Glengyre."

He pauses, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing with a sense of urgency, "It has come to my attention that he was exploiting this marriage as a means to hold Lethamhill hostage, to seize complete control and dominate its people. This nefarious plan would only bring harm and danger to both our kingdoms, jeopardizing the lives and well-being of our citizens. The exact opposite of what he has promised you all."

Beside him, Princess Mia nods in agreement, her expression mirroring his determination, "Furthermore," Jaeyun continues, "Princess Mia has brought to my attention disturbing revelations regarding her father, King James of Lethamhill. It has been made clear to us that he seeks to exploit this union to unlawfully seize land and resources from Glengyre, with the intent of displacing our people to expand his own domain."

The outrage in his voice is palpable, his eyes flashing with defiance as he declares, "Princess Mia and I stand united in our outrage and determination to put an end to these injustices. We refuse to allow our kingdoms to be pawns in the power games of corrupt rulers. It is time for us to take a stand."

Jaeyun’s eyes flicker to you as he utters his next words.

“We will not be getting married.” 

Your knees buckle beneath you, a surge of relief and disbelief flooding through every fiber of your being. The love of your life, the one you were on the brink of losing forever, stands before you, his gaze locking with yours in a silent exchange of understanding. A small, reassuring smile graces his lips

Beside him, Princess Mia commands attention with unwavering confidence, her voice ringing out with authority, "They are not worthy to rule over our sacred lands," she declares, her words cutting through the tension like a sharpened blade. Her gaze pierces through the gathered officials, her unwavering resolve a stark contrast to their shock, "Their sinister schemes amount to nothing short of treason against the kingdoms they swore to protect," she continues, her tone unwavering, "We demand their immediate dethronement and call for this wedding to be transformed into a coronation for both myself and Prince Jaeyun."

The reaction from the royal box is instantaneous, a cacophony of outraged protests and indignant exclamations filling the air. The two Kings, their faces flushed with fury, rise from their seats in a display of unbridled anger, their voices drowned out by the resounding tumult.

“You cannot do this! I am the rightful King of Glengyre,” Jaeyun’s father shouts across the room.

Jaeyun smiles mockingly to his father, “You are right, we cannot do this, not without a vote from the people of our kingdoms,” he says matter of factly.

As the commotion reaches its peak, Jaeyun and Princess Mia stand firm, their resolve unshaken by the storm of dissent around them. Together, they face the fury of the royal box with unwavering determination, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of solidarity.

Despite the chaos, Jaeyun's voice rises above the din, his words infused with unwavering conviction, "We will not allow our kingdoms to be held hostage by the greed and treachery of a few individuals," he declares, his tone ringing out with authority. "It is our duty as leaders to uphold the values of justice and integrity, to safeguard the well-being of our people above all else."

Princess Mia adds her voice to his, her words echoing his sentiments with equal fervour, "We stand united against tyranny and corruption," she proclaims, her gaze sweeping over the crowd with steely resolve, "Together, we will forge a future built on trust, compassion, and unity."

Heeseung looks to you, eyes wide as if begging for answers, yet, you cannot offer him any. You knew Jaeyun had a plan but to go out on a limb like this was not what you were expecting. Shaking your head, your eyes scan the crowd to see their reaction, each face equally as shocked as they are appalled by the Kings’ true intentions with this union.

“Please stand with us. If you wish for Princess Mia and myself to be respective leaders of our kingdoms, Say I,” Jaeyun exudes confidence in his stature but you look at his hand which is fiddling with his jacket, a telltale sign that he is nervous.

Who would not be nervous? This could end in death for both Jaeyun and Princess Mia. If they do not have the people on their side, the Kings will seek to execute them, that much is a given.

The guests in the pews whisper to one another, the discussions hushed as they consider Jaeyun’s words. Your heart races as you await the collective response from the guests. Will they stand with Jaeyun and Princess Mia, or will fear and uncertainty prevail, leaving them isolated and vulnerable to the wrath of the Kings? The air is heavy with anticipation, each second stretching into an eternity as the fate of Glengyre and Lethamhill hangs in the balance.

“I,” a voice from beside you yells out, causing you to flinch. Heeseung, the once esteemed royal guard makes the first vocalisation of agreement. It shocks you considering he was always one to worship the king, “I give my faith to a new king,” he stands forward, kneeling before Jaeyun.

His actions cause a domino effect, echoes of ‘I’ and ‘Here here’ can be heard throughout the hall, each person projecting their trust in their Prince and Princess. 

The prince looks at you with pleading eyes, hoping your trust can be stretched to this moment. 

“I,” you say, the words are lost amongst the commotion but Jaeyun sees it, the love in your eyes, the trust in him to lead the kingdom you hold dear to your heart. Although he must get the approval of all his people, you are the one he needs it from the most. Without your support, he doesn’t feel fit enough to be King.

“Guards, please see the Kings out,” he orders before turning to face the bishop, “Would you do the honours of coronating us, your grace,” he bows, showing his respect.

“Kneel before me, Your Highness,” the Bishop speaks softly.

The hall once filled with chaos and debacle is now silent, smiles and hearts full as their honourable Crown Prince is made King of Glengyre. You have never felt pride for the royal family, but you know that will all change now.

As he is crowned, a hush falls over the hall, a reverent silence that speaks volumes of the significance of this moment. Jaeyun, now King of Glengyre, rises from his kneeling position with a newfound solemnity, his eyes shining with determination and purpose. Beside him, Princess Mia also kneels, her hand clasped firmly in his as they prepare to lead their kingdoms into a new era of prosperity and unity.

The Bishop's voice carries through the hall as he recites the ancient words of coronation, his tone reverent and ceremonial. With each word spoken, the weight of responsibility settles upon Jaeyun's shoulders, a reminder of the solemn duty he has undertaken to rule justly and with compassion.

As the final words of the coronation ritual echo through the hall, Jaeyun and Princess Mia exchange a meaningful glance, their bond strengthened by the vows they have made before their people. They will do what their fathers couldn’t.

“There is to be a party to celebrate the union tonight, the entirety of the kingdoms are invited,” King Jaeyun proclaims, beaming with pride before ushering Queen Mia out of the hall.

With the commotion of happiness and celebration, you get swept up by Heeseung, swinging you around in his arms. The feeling leaves you with a sense of purpose and gratitude to both rulers of the kingdoms. They did what most would be too scared to do, a testament to their love for their citizens.

_____

The night sky above Glengyre is ablaze with the glow of a thousand lanterns, casting a warm and inviting light over the festivities below. The sound of laughter and music fills the air, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of roasted meats and spiced wines. People from all walks of life gather in the grand courtyard of the castle, their differences set aside as they come together to celebrate the dawn of a new era. Never in your years of living did you think you would ever see such a promise for the people.

Jaeyun ordered carriages and carts to bring those on the outskirts of the kingdoms to the castle, making good on his promise. He wanted everyone to be part of this victory, especially those who had suffered at the hands of his father.

Effortlessly, Jaeyun navigates through the people, garnering respect and esteem from everyone he comes into contact with. He pauses to meet and converse with both royalty and peasants, his sincere kindness and humility converting even the most cynical minds.

Barrels of liquor and wine line the perimeter, and long tables creak beneath the weight of indulgent treats, transforming the courtyard into a true feast. Musicians play lively tunes, encouraging guests to dance and revel late into the night.

You, amidst the crowd of celebrants, are witnessing a momentous occasion. You are witnessing how a kingdom ripped apart by conflict and division can come together under a banner of growth and optimism. And you see that Glengyre's future is more promising than ever when you see the happy smiles of your fellow citizens.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Jaeyun’s low voice whispers beside you as he rests his hand on the lower part of your back. Instinctively, you go to move away, scared to be seen, but he holds you in place, hand gripped tight.

Looking into his eyes, you find yourself lost in the depths of his gaze, each flicker of light reflecting his unwavering determination. His touch sends a shiver down your spine as he gently kisses your hand, a gesture that feels both intimate and surreal.

"I trust you to be a fine king," you murmur softly, sincerity lacing every word. "It already looks good on you," you add with a playful smirk, admiring his regal presence and undeniable charisma.

Jaeyun chuckles, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes as he spins around, basking in your laughter. The joyous sound fills the air, a melody that he never tires of hearing. When he finally stands before you again, his expression grows serious, his hands still clasping yours.

"You know, being a queen would look good on you," he remarks, his tone teasing yet earnest.

You scoff incredulously, unable to fathom such a notion. "Perhaps one could dream of that in another lifetime."

"Why not this one?" Jaeyun counters, his gaze unwavering as he meets your eyes.

Confusion clouds your features as you struggle to comprehend his meaning. Before you can protest further, he continues, his words carrying a weight that leaves you breathless.

"Well, I am a king without a queen. It does look rather pathetic, doesn’t it?" he jests lightly, his smile masking the gravity of his declaration. "But with you by my side…"

The implications of his words hit you like a bolt of lightning, leaving you reeling in disbelief. "You cannot make me queen, Jaeyun," you protest weakly, your heart fluttering erratically at the mere thought.

Jaeyun's smile softens, his gaze filled with tenderness as he squeezes your hands reassuringly. "But when I marry you, you will not have a choice."

The weight of his proclamation hangs heavy in the air, each syllable sinking into your consciousness with undeniable clarity. To marry Jaeyun is a dream beyond your wildest imaginings, a fantasy that you never dared to entertain. Yet here he stands, offering you a future that you once believed to be unattainable.

"That is preposterous, Jaeyun. You can’t marry a maid," you protest, the words tumbling from your lips in a mixture of disbelief and awe.

Shrugging, he lets go of your hands, “It is not the most scandalous thing I have done this week,” he smirks, eyebrows wiggling as you both recall the events that just happened a mere few hours ago.

Taking the ring from his right pinky finger, he holds it out to you, face serious now, "Marry me," he implores, his voice filled with earnestness, "be the queen our people need. I trust no one but you to help guide me to better serve this kingdom."

Your throat tightens with emotion, tears brimming in your eyes as you gaze at the ring before you, a symbol of love and commitment. It is a moment that takes your breath away, a choice that will shape the course of your future and the destiny of your kingdom.

As you reach out to take the ring, the weight of Jaeyun's words hangs heavy in the air. Marrying him would mean stepping into a world of royalty, a world you never imagined yourself a part of. Yet, with each passing moment, the idea becomes more alluring.

But reality crashes in, reminding you of the vast chasm that separates your worlds. "Jaeyun, you know I cannot," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with both longing and resignation, "I am but a maid, not worthy of such a title."

Jaeyun's expression softens, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine, "You are worthy of so much more than you realise, Y/N," he insists, his voice gentle but unwavering, "You have already proven yourself to be a queen in every way that matters."

His words resonate within you, stirring something deep within your soul. For so long, you had resigned yourself to the confines of your station, never daring to reach for something beyond your grasp. But now, faced with the possibility of a future with Jaeyun, you find yourself daring to believe in the impossible.

Gently, he slides the ring onto your finger, and you feel a rush of warmth flood through you as if sealing a pact with destiny itself. Looking up at Jaeyun, you find yourself unable to speak, overwhelmed by the enormity of the moment.

Without a word, Jaeyun pulls you into his arms, holding you close as if to reassure you of his love and commitment. In that embrace, you feel a sense of belonging, a sense of purpose that you never thought possible.

“I love you, Y/N. I am at your mercy as your future husband and as your king.”

You smile widely, sniffling away the happiness of tears that fall from your face, “I love you, too, Jaeyun. I vow myself to you forever.”

Your husband-to-be kisses the top of your head as he pulls away, joy radiating from every atom of his being, “Let us celebrate, perhaps in the council chamber?” he teases, fingers trickling up your forearms.

With a sarcastic rolling of your eyes, you follow him. Not just for tonight, but forever.

#enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #jake smut #jake sim smut #aj writes #enhypen angst #enha angst

[anantaru]

𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗫 !

˖˚˳⊹ clothed sex feat. albedo : pantalone : childe : zhongli : kazuha : cyno x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗟𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗢

you‘re slowly kissing albedo’s jawline, pressing soft pecks on his sensitive skin before he advanced his hands towards your skirt, —that was so sinfully hugging the natural curves of your ass—. He couldn’t wait today— has been way too busy with research those past two weeks and was deprived of both your warmth and touch. Albedo never found it for possible to actually crave human interactions that much, it was impossible for him to wait any longer as he flipped up your skirt to see those downright pornographically drenched panties of yours, hooking his fingers into the flimsy fabric to expose your clit to him.

he swiped his thumb over your wet bundle of nerves for good measure before you unbuckled his belt, his leaking cock springing free and resting over his clothed stomach. You held onto the material of his jacket around his shoulders while he lined himself up with your hole, hands springing to your hips to drop your whole weight down onto him, sheathing himself so fucking deep inside of your warm pussy. He moaned out whiningly at the feeling, throwing his head back lightly as you set up a steady pace for the both of you, slowly grinding yourself deeper into him while also simultaneously circling your hips every time you had him fully inside of you for some extra attention.

you knew he adored it that way, —by the way his cheeks were flushing red it was obvious—, not to mention how he has been holding onto your skirt for his dear life while practically moving you on his own against his length now, —meeting your pace halfway and generally inceasing every second—, albedo is truly far gone right now and knows he‘d become addicted of the feelings you inflicted on him right this moment.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

beneath all the dusty materials on pantalone’s desk, he had you spread up, fully clothed and not caring about making a mess on your garments. You shivered at the sound of various things falling on the floor once he swatted them away from his table to have more space. Your shirt was loosely hanging over your shoulders while your bra was still covering your breasts. The natural curve of your body was so incredibly erotic to him, his rough hands, —that were covered with his gloves— tracing over your soft flesh and pinching every so little corner of you.

he‘s laughing breathlessly at your reactions, almost belittling if anything, wasn’t able to comprehend how quick it was for you to fall against his touches. Pantalone didn’t have much time today either, quickly reaching over to his leather belt to unbuckle it hastily in front of your clothed cunt. It was a sight to behold— hard and leaking pre-cum while also fading a dark shade of red. His fingers hooked up the waistband of your pants to push them down until they reached right under your knees, holding your legs against his chest so he’d be able to line himself up quick and efficiently.

"I simply cannot," sharing a moment of silence and heavy breathing before he exhales through gritted teeth, pulling you closer and sheathing his heavy cock into your tight hole, "simply cannot wait today." pantalone’s grin wider than before while your lips pursed at his length, it was so warm inside of you, grazing over every sweet-spot with his tip while pantalone hooked his digits into your bra for additional support, almost ripping it in half and surely ripping it by the end of your little session.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

it was a busy day for ajax, he has been out all night long working his job but couldn’t shake off the feeling of being so unbelievably horny for you. It wasn’t going away and only bothered him in the long run, had to fuck you out of his system for once, you held way too much power over him and he did not know what exactly to think of it. You watched him as he quickly unbuckled his belt, cock springing out before resting on his clothed stomach before he took it in his hold, lazily fisting it in front of your ass that was still very much hidden with those tight pants of yours.

you knew childe didn‘t have much time and quickly opened your jeans yourself and pushed them down until they hit your knees, slowly grinding yourself against his cock with a quiet moan, head dropping back in ecstasy. It felt surreal for him, he has been thinking about this all day long! Hips snapping forward before being completely sheathed into your warmth, tight cunt grabbing him like a vice.

his hands were resting over your hips and holding onto your shirt that was messily hiding half of your behind while fucking you silly in a slow yet hard pace. You could feel his fat vein graze over your walls so fucking sinfully, hitting all those right sweets spots while you voiced him to go faster, coaxing yet another moan out of childe once you clenched down on him uncontrollably. He could feel you tense, cunt throbbing around his cock when his hands held tighter in your shirt, giving you the feeling that he’ll probably rip it in half by the end of this.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜

you whined from his cold hands as zhongli unbuttoned your shirt, sliding his fingers under the fabric and letting the loose clothing hang lazily over your shoulders. There was no need to fully expose of it and he would lie if he said he didn’t find it arousing in a way. He hummed as though he was in a deep though of some sort, brushing his digits over your breasts that were still hidden by your bra. You were currently straddling him in his leather chair, breathlessly trying to compose yourself while zhongli teased you with that one grin— which was painted around the corners of his mouth.

your heart was pounding hard against your chest, whimpering once zhongli pushed his hips forward, his cock laying flat against his clothed stomach and staining both his shirt and dress pants with pre-cum. "Be good." You’re circling your arms around his neck, breathing heavily against him, "go on it then." you understood what he meant and didn‘t waste any more time, lowering your body against his cock while his hands found their way to your naturally curved hips, digging his fingers into your soft flesh and leaving crescent formed marks. Once you fully took him in he gave you a playful peck on your lips before thrusting upwards to meet your pace halfway, both your juices and his cum staining your clothes but he didn‘t seem to care while you’re wondering how the both of you were supposed to leave the room looking like this.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

what started out as a lazy make out session, has now become a grinding onto each other and grabbing onto every curve of your body, or better: playing with each other like some horny teenagers who just didn‘t know any better. Kazuha couldn’t remember the last time he was this horny for you before, even being too lazy to expose himself of his clothes, thrusting harder against your clothed plush ass while you were pressed against the wall in whatever room the both of you were in.

"need you now." he‘s whining, almost begging with that soothing voice of his, his breath coating the back of your neck so fucking sinfully while he looped one arm around your waist, holding onto your shirt— which was still completely buttoned up. You smirked at the thought of kazuha being so needy for you, pushing your ass against his throbbing cock harder which made the man behind you release a chorus of tiny moans and soft whispers of praises.

his rough tongue licked a straight line behind your ear before he set a harsh pace for the both of you, cock head now viewable from over his waistband while he was cut off by his own movements, moaning out whiningly against the shell of your ear. Your desperate sobbing noises fell to deaf ears once the both of you came from only grinding against each other, his cum staining both your garments when he finally decided to get rid of those clothes of yours to fuck you properly now, already hard again from simply looking at the mess he made.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢

only a second, then a minute, now it has been almost half an hour of desperate clenching against each other, harsh panting noises bouncing off the walls while the both of you made out starvingly. Cyno was needy, needy for your touch and your soft kissies, but more so fucking needy to feel your cunt suck him in. It has been so long :( so long without you making him feel good that’s why he needed this right now, —trying to justify not working— since normally he’d be incredibly busy this time around.

his fingers hooked up around your skirt to flick it up, the flimsy fabric resting on your stomach while being exposed to his eyes, panties soaking wet from his small performances. "Fuck." He couldn’t help himself, really. You didn‘t hear him swear often but when he did, it was always while fucking you silly, pounding into your messy hole just made him lose his mind completely. You weren’t able to wait any longer either, straddling him and grinding onto his clothed cock just wasn’t enough anymore once you slid his pants down his knees, eyes closed tightly while you lined yourself up with him.

Cyno loosely gripped onto your waist, the fabric of your skirt giving him additional support— while being still clothed made it somehow hotter for the both of you. There was just something about staining each others clothes that was in a way perverted. You lowered yourself gently onto his length which made the man underneath you loll his head back in ecstasy, finally guiding you up and down his length while you pulled him by his collar to kiss and show him just how good he felt right now. <3

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[satosugusandwich]

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

CW: violence in this chapter, threats, bloodiness, implied sexual violence and objectification

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*despite this being an aged up version of yuji, there will be no sexual stuff involving him, also the violence is only in the first chapter with a few mentions after that!!! Cross posted on Ao3 under Spicycrunchroll! THERE WILL BE LOTS OF SMUT LATER ON!*

Chapter 1: Never Again.

Poor you, stuck with a gay best friend and his gay boyfriend and exclusively terrible, gross men. The struggle of getting a good man was hard enough, let alone getting some good dick. Even gay men will tell you how bad some dudes are. Its one thing to finish in 2 minutes and cry after, at least there's sympathy, but a whole other thing to just be kicked out of the guy's house immediately and left wearing d r y panties with cum on your shorts. Yeah, never hooking up again, you tell yourself each time. Now, you found yourself wiping the oil off your face with a clammy hand while dialing Yuji's number, having just been booted out this guys house in the middle of the night. It rang only about twice before he picked up.

"Please don't tell me something bad happened." He said on the other line.

You sighed, walking to the end of your date's driveway and sitting on the ground. "Worse than usual. Can you pick me up? I'll send you the address." Your head hung low and your eyes felt heavy, wanting to cry but not having the energy to do so. At this point, you're never fucking anyone again. Let alone agreeing to suck them off before you get off. "I should've known that all his talk were lies."

You could hear him breathe in. "Yeah, I'm coming. Wanna stay over?" He asked jubilantly, as if to raise your spirits.

You smiled softly. "Could you stay at my place instead?"

"Hell yeah!"

You said your goodbyes and opened your phone, aimlessly scrolling on social media while looking for something to distract you from the disappointment of being used up and left to the corner, dehumanized again by a shitty man with a big ego. God, it made you sick. It wouldn't take long for Yuji to get to you, but it wasn't fun waiting either. Each minute ticked on by as if an hour had passed and all you wanted to do was throw away your shorts and shower off the stench of vape juice and alcohol. You didn't want to get in his car and start sobbing about how you wished you never did what you did, not because Yuji wouldn't listen, but because of your own embarrassment. Itadori has always been kind and much more level-headed (at least with this, he's usually just as stupid as you) so its extra embarrassing to have to tell him you sucked off a guy who didn't even get you wet. At least he was clean, you tell yourself, deleting Tinder from your phone for the last time. Never again will you take subpar dick from grown men who act like children! No, from now on, your body only allows worthy men, men that would worship you like you'd worship them!

After sulking for another five minutes, the engine of a car in the distance rumbled in your ear. Straightening your back, your head turned in the direction of where it’s approaching. It’s approaching way too fast for a regular suburban neighborhood. Rising to your feet to take a step back, it already turned down the street you happened to be on and you could hear sirens go off in your head, especially as you noticed that none of their lights were on and they definitely didn’t have tags. The van sped past you but they started to slow down before they reached the end of the street. You felt your heart rate surge when you realized they came to a complete stop. At that moment you realized that they were turning around.

Quickly, your legs brought you to the house you had just left and you banged on the door for a few seconds and screamed.

“Hey! Let me back in!!! It’s not safe!” The roar of the car started again and your intuition told you to run so that’s what you did.

Fuck, who knows who these mother fuckers are! Your mind is racing thinking about what they could potentially do if they caught you. Did they know you were here? Did they just happen to see you? Or… did the motherfucker inside of that house tell them you were here? Oh fuck… that’s why he kicked you out.

Tears started falling from your eyes as you ran through these people’s yards, you could see lights coming on in some houses, but it was no use because the car behind you stopped and three men came out the side door. You prayed that your human survival instincts would kick in and catapult you to go faster than you were, but they were bigger than you and right on your tail. Your legs ached and burned, practically sprinting and trying not to trip in the road. You didn’t dare look behind you, scared to slow yourself down, and scared of them. You kept on running and running until you reached the end of the road and saw headlights.

“Yuji!” You screamed, recognizing the shape and color of his car. With you out in the road, he stopped abruptly and you could see his body jerk with the impact. The men behind you cursed themselves but you felt hands on you faster than Yuji could process what was going on.

“Get her now! He’s coming behind us we’ll throw her in!” The man lifted you and you screamed again, but a hand swiftly covered your mouth. Yuji was out of the car and lunged at the guy holding you captive but was quickly stopped and apprehended by the other two.

“The kid has some fucking balls!” The biggest of the guys holding Yuji shouted, earning a strong blow to the chin. You thrashed against the man’s body as the large van from earlier came up right behind you.

Yuji looked at you as blood dripped from his nose. “Y/n! I got it, I promise!”

You held out hope and believed him even as you were thrown inside the van and the driver pulled away from the scene, leaving the two men with Yuji and you with a man wearing all black pressing you into the floor of the van. Tears spilled from your eyes, angered and terrified at the same time.

“Looks like we got a real good catch!” The driver harrumphed. “Bet she’ll go for a pretty penny.”

Your mind practically stopped when you heard those words. You were going to be sold, like an object, like a slave. The horror of it all made your body go numb and eyes go wide and then you closed them.

“Please.” You begged. “Please let me go.” Your voice was hoarse and you could taste your own tears as your mouth opened.

“No can do. We were told that you’d fetch a high price with your skills. Don’t worry, some girls get a good owner.” His voice was menacing and cold, but he spoke as though he actually fucking believed it. He didn’t even laugh at your pain like a monster would, he was just indifferent, emotionless.

“Please.” You begged again. “I can’t do it, please let me out!” This time your voice raised. “Help!” Your mouth was stuffed with cloth and your face was buried more into the floor as he bound your wrists.

The driver started to chastise the other man. “Why didn’t you gag her right away, the dumb bitch is louder than a dying cat!”

The other man cussed back. “Shut the fuck up, there isn’t nobody coming after us!”

The van stopped so fast you and the man were flung to the front of the car, colliding with the back of the front seats.

“What the fuck!” The man that was holding you down swore. His arms were now off you and the bindings he attempted were loose enough that you released your wrists and went for your gag. “No you don’t!” He reached for your clothes, yanking you back. Before you were held against your will again, the entire van split down the middle, from door to door. The back half of the van was flung off to the side before it became a cut up mess in the middle of the road.

Then you saw him. His hair was the same color as Yuji’s but was much less controlled. You could see what looked like four arms and a giant smiling mouth in the middle of his stomach. Every single person in the van went still and silent, staring at him. The creature looked inside and dead at you, bright red eyes gleaming in the moonlight. All four of them. Even the two on the side of his face that looked almost like a mask. He can’t be real. The tattoos all over his body were arranged in such a pattern that it was beautiful but something that scared you even more.

The creature spoke. “Now.” His gaze shifted from you to the man holding you. “I prefer it when I can get a good fight out of my opponents, but you lot are pathetic.” He looked disappointed. “Normal humans…”

No one spoke and he pouted. “Not a single retort? None of you pathetic excuses of flesh can say a word? You had a lot to say about selling the woman, can’t you entertain me? Or are your brains so simple you can’t think outside of making money off selling one of your own?”

Their own? Did he mean… humans?

The man behind you was shaking. And you could definitely feel his pants getting wet.

The creature before you sucked his teeth. “Boooring.” He narrowed his eyes. “And pathetic.” The vehicle was slashed once again, this time cutting into thirds, leaving you and the man holding you isolated in the middle while the other two thirds, including the driver collapsed around you. You heard squelches of flesh from the front and gasping. “You said she sounded like a dying cat, hm? Since you prefer the quiet so much, I thought I’d help you.” The creature chuckled.

The man holding you finally let you go, and he turned around to see the driver. You didn’t look. You knew what the creature did. Scurrying away, you realized headlights were approaching again and… it was Yuji!

“Ahhh, the brats already here. Well, I can’t kill you lot so how about I leave the piss-soaked one with a lesson.”

You didn’t know if you should thank the monster or run from him. You decided to run toward Yuji’s car.

Another crack resounded in your ears and then a gut-chortling scream resounded from behind you. “There we are. Something nice and fast. I hope they don’t find you until the morning.” You didn’t want to know what he did, you didn’t want to dare to turn around, all you cared about was the car door opening for you and Yuji’s comforting presence.

He looked so relieved to see you. “Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. Don’t worry about those guys. I got you now. Sukuna won’t kill them, he can’t, but they’ll never ever do anything like that again to anyone.” Those were the first words to meet your ears. You didn’t say anything, all you did was sob in the seat next to him as he drove off and away from the scene. You didn’t ask anything. You didn’t want to. All that mattered was getting the fuck away from this and home and into a clean bed.

You could care about this later.

“I would’ve killed them if it wasn’t for this contract.” Your heart jumped out of your chest as the monster’s voice resounded in the backseat. “Sorry you don’t get the pleasure of knowing they’re dead.”

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[scorpiussage]

The Director’s Cut (Neil Lewis/Fem!OC)

Pairing: Neil Lewis/Fem!OC 

Summary: Neil tries his hand at filming with some unintended results. 

Warnings: Smut - Unintentional Sex Tape 

Neil has been wanting to do this for a long time now— make his own noir short film. He’s splurged on an old film camera and made you visit various antique stores for months until you put together proper 1940s outfits for the two of you. 

And to be clear, you’re really only going along with this because you love your boyfriend, not because you have any interest in the art of noir films nor acting. But Neil gave you that hurt puppy look and you couldn’t say no. So now here you are, dressed to the nines as the mysterious dame to Neil’s detective. 

Every shot is carefully placed by Neil before he runs to his spot. (While you were helpless to Neil’s sad face, Johnathan and Lucien were not.) The two of you have been at this for hours and all that was left to film was the big climax where the two characters would declare their love for each other and passionately kiss. 

“Okay, baby, really give the kiss your all,” Neil instructs from behind the camera he’s adjusting, zooming in so that the two of you would be the center of the frame. Setting the camera to record, he races to to his place in front of you. 

His character, gruff and stern, says his lines before wrapping you up in his arms and capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. Whatever you’re supposed to do next completely leaves your mind as you lose yourself in the passionate make out. Neil has never kissed you like this before, like you’re the air he needs to breathe. 

It’s the kind of kiss that immediately makes you weak in the knees, leaving you no choice but to throw your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life. And it seems that Neil is not immune to this moment because he doesn’t pull away when he’s supposed to, instead burying one hand into your artfully styled curls and the other slipping down your body to grasp your ass firmly. 

The two of you lose yourselves completely in the moment, forgetting all about your characters and the still rolling camera. 

Breaking away to breathe, Neil’s lips travel across your jaw to your neck, licking and sucking with single minded focus, seemingly intent to mark you as his. 

“Fuck, Neil,” you gasp, your hands scrambling to push his blazer off. And it shows how lost the two of you are in each other that he doesn’t try to correct you to use his character’s name. 

Shucking his jacket off, he reaches under you and hoists you up, letting you wrap your legs around his trim waist while he backs the two of you onto the love seat nearby. The next kiss you share is a filthy one, full of tongue and bites that smears your lipstick everywhere. His fingers slip up your stocking covered legs, hooking into the straps of the garter belt you’re wearing. 

That’s when you regain enough clarity to remember the still filming camera. 

Trying to push Neil back, you squeak, “Wait! The camera!” 

He pulls away from the hickey he was giving your throat to look back at the camera. That’s when a rather naughty grin stretches across his face. 

“Fuck, good idea,” he gets up off of you and dashes to grab the camera off the tripod, slipping his hand into the strap and making his way back to the love seat with you still splayed out on it. 

You quickly close your legs and start trying to shove your skirt back into place. 

“No, no, no, baby, c’mon,” he cajoles, the camera still focused squarely on you, “Let’s keep going.” 

You’re certain your face is unattractively red as you stutter, “But what if—I can’t—“ 

Neil gives you gentle little shushes, his face finally peaking out from behind the camera to look at you directly, “It’ll be okay. No one will see this but you and me.” 

Biting your lip you contemplate your options. On the one hand, the fear that someone will see this is quite high, but on the other, the thought of getting fucked by Neil on camera is the hottest thing you’ve ever heard of. 

Coming to a decision, you give your boyfriend a timid nod and try to relax. His grin is victorious and lecherous as he returns to operating the camera. 

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty,” he tells you, one hand leaving the camera to squeeze his tenting cock in his pants. 

Scooting forward, you reach out to undo his pants, gasping when his cock springs out red and hard as you’ve ever seen it. You pump the length a few times, memorized by the glistening head and the bead of precum spilling out of it. 

“Suck me, baby, please?” He begs, the camera focused squarely on you and the cock at your eye level. 

Deciding to fully commit to what the two of you are doing, you lean forward and lick a long stripe from the base to the tip, moaning at his salty taste. His hips jut forward, encouraging you to take him into your mouth and you do with relish. You love sucking Neil’s cock and the way he becomes a begging, stuttering mess every time you do it. 

He throws his head back as you suck him down, his moans loud and his words filthy, “Fuck, that’s it. I love your mouth, god, you feel so good!” 

Emboldened by his response, you begin sucking him with enthusiasm, taking him as far down as you can and swirling your tongue over the slit. His one free hand gathers your hair up, gripping it firmly and guiding you up and down him with increasing force. 

Pulling off of him with a pop, you lick your lips and say, “Use me.” 

You barely get your mouth open in time for him to start fucking your mouth in earnest, his grip on your hair just shy of hurting and his litany of praises soaking your pussy. You don’t look away from the camera once, keeping your eyes firmly on that shiny lens. 

You’re alerted to Neil’s impending orgasm by his stuttering hips and the way he pushes you to take him all the way to the root, making you bury your nose in the trimmed hair at the base. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He chants, shoving himself down your throat and cumming loudly and wantonly. 

He pulls you off of him just as you’re about to run out of air, your face a mess of cum and spit as you pant. 

“Take off your clothes,” Neil tells you, sitting down onto the loveseat next to you. 

You stand up on shaky legs, trying to regain your wits about you as you begin unbuttoning your dress. The camera captures it all as you peel the fabric from your body and let it drop to pool around your feet leaving you in the vintage lingerie set. 

Neil doesn’t stop his monologue of praise at all, telling you how sexy and beautiful you are as you shed each piece of clothing until you’re entirely bare before him. His cock is already hard again and he’s lazily fisting himself while he films you. 

He motions for you to get onto the couch, directing you to lie back. 

He’s apparently taking an artistic approach because he slowly traces your form with the camera, the fingers of his free hand running over your body reverently. 

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he whispers, leaning away from the camera to leave gentle, biting kisses along your stomach. 

You spread your legs to accommodate him, revealing your most intimate self to the camera when he sits up fully and looks down at you. 

“I need you, Neil,” you whine, your hands cupping your breasts in what you hope is a seductive manner, your fingers pinching the buds of your nipples. You needn’t say more than that apparently, because he’s quick to line his cock up with your sopping entrance, the head of it teasing your opening by pushing in slightly and pulling back out. 

“Gonna give you what you need, baby,” he promises before pushing into you fully, your cunt sucking him in to your tight heat. 

You throw your head back and arch your back in pleasure, that feeling of finally being full, of finally having that spot deep inside of you rubbed electrifying from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. 

The camera is fully focused on you, on your bouncing tits, on his cock pushing in and out of you, on your gasping mouth. 

This video is going to be Neil’s holy grail. He’s going to watch this video till the end of time— till the tape fucking gives out. 

His free hand snakes down to start rubbing furiously at your clit, matching the brutal rhythm he’s fucking you with. You moan and spread your legs wider, pulling your knees up to your chest and nodding frantically. The new position lets him sink even deeper into you, his balls hitting your ass. 

“‘Let me cum in you, please, fuck,” Neil begs you, his hand holding the camera getting shaky as he begins to peak. You’re close too, that building pressure low in your belly beginning to become too much. 

“Please, Neil, I’m so close!” You try pushing up into his hand that’s still rubbing you, that’s dragging you to the edge. 

You cum just a moment before he does, your cries echoing around the room and the camera clattering to the ground as Neil drops it and braces himself over you. 

You stare at each other for a long time, your foreheads touching. 

“I love you,” he tells you not unlike how his character declared earlier but this time real. 

“I love you too.” 

#taking a break from my vacation to give y'all this 😘💖 #neil lewis #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis/reader #neil lewis x oc #neil lewis/oc #watching the detectives #cillian murphy #watching the detectives fic #neil lewis fic

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

omega cheerleader steve in his senior year of high school, walking up to the hidden table in the woods in his game day cheer outfit, looking for alpha eddie munson, local dealer. he asks for some weed, and eddie's like okay, thirty bucks. and steve's like oh no 😔 that's so much 🥺 i don't know if i can afford that 😏 but eddie's just sitting there like ???? aren't you rich???

and steve just. blinks at him for a second. tries again. 'oh man, i forgot my wallet, is there any other way i can pay you?' he says, biting his lip and looking up at eddie through his lashes in that way he KNOWS makes all the alphas go wild

'uh. no. come back when you have money man what are you talking about'

so steve sighs and completely drops the act like goddamn it munson im trying to get you to fuck me. and eddie's like oh. OH! why didn't you just ask then??? and steve blushes and looks away, mutters something about it not being what 'good omegas' do, and how he's so horny and eddie smells so fucking good with his chains and his rings and his tattoos steve's losing it

so they end up making out in the woods by the school, steve grinding down on eddie's lap with eddie's hand up his cheer skirt, both so far gone with lust that when they realise neither of them has a condom, steve just shrugs, tells eddie to pull out before he cums, because hawkins high values abstinence only sex education regardless of whether or not that works. so eddie bends steve over the table and slides in, and he gets so caught up in steve's pussy clenching around him when steve cums that he almost doesn't pull out in time, cum splashing against steve's still fluttering hole and absolutely drenching his entire pussy. but that's fine, he's pretty sure none of it actually got IN there, so they're good, right?

and they hook up another couple times after that, WITH a condom this time now that they know it's going to happen, and they enjoy each other's company so much that steve invites eddie to share his heat with him in a couple weeks. except. when the time comes, steve... isn't actually going into heat. which is fine, maybe it's just late. except, eddie points out that he's been pretty nauseous the past week or so, won't kiss him if eddie's been drinking coffee because he says the smell makes him wanna throw up. and now steve's panicking.

eddie calms him down, says there's no use freaking out if they don't know for sure. gets him a glass of water and a sandwich and tells him to finish them both while eddie runs to the nearest pharmacy to pick up a pregnancy test. the cashier glares at him when he checks out, severely judging the metalhead alpha buying like five male-omega pregnancy tests, but eddie barely even notices, head full of images of steve round with his pup, which yeah, he feels bad about given that steve is clearly freaking out. and he's ALSO kind of freaking out, because they're still in high school and he's a trailer trash drug dealer and absolutely not father material. but also. he likes steve so much. and thinking about being with him, having kids with him. it sounds so nice.

when he gets back to steve's house, steve has finished the glass of water but barely touched the sandwich. eddie hands the tests to him, reads the instructions out loud, stays in the bathroom while steve pees on the stick because the omega looked so lost and scared when eddie tried to give him some privacy. eddie distracts him by telling him about his latest campaign while they wait for the test to do its thing, and while steve is busy laughing about the tantrum gareth had thrown after the party spent two real life hours trying to open a door only to find out it wasn't locked in the first place, eddie quickly flips over the test.

there's two little pink lines. they're going to have a baby.

#steddie #i have fully Thought About the entire pregnancy but i suck at writing so if anyone else wants to do it 🥺🙏 #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #obviously they get mated and have eight kids and live happily ever after

[film-in-my-soul]

Hey!! For the a ship, a trope, a sentence ask game: How about Icemav - accidental secret realtionship with "you guys walked in on us in the locker room, more than once, how did you not know?"

Maverick is nervous. He knows, realistically, that he shouldn't be. DADT had been repealed, Slider did a whole coming out thing for his niece the year before, hell, Maverick's seen Wolf with his hands down Holly's pants. But still, this is different. This clarifies that what he's got with Ice is here to stay, not a relative (well-loved as she is) or a hook-up when it's easy.

A hand slots into Maverick's, a body saddling up next to his in the bar booth. The hand is large, familiar, and heavier with the weight of the ring he'd slipped down Ice's fourth finger without complaint. It slides away just as quickly, old habits worn into the other man, but Maverick doesn't complain, not when Ice puts that same hand on Maverick's thigh.

"Could feel your leg shaking all the way from the door."

Maverick scoffs. "Sure you could."

Ice knocks their shoulders together and doesn't leave space between them when he settles again. It makes Maverick smile, opening his mouth to tease again when Slider's loud and unmistakable voice draws his attention.

"Alright, break it up, love birds," he slides into the space across from them, Hollywood hot on his heels.

"Where's Wolf?"

Slider rolls his eyes, and Hollywood winces.

"Might have accidentally told him the wrong day. He and Cindy took the kids to dinner."

Maverick kicks the other man under the table and doesn't look sorry when Hollywood yelps. All his previous nerves slip, and he pushes menus towards the new arrivals, waiting until their food's put in and they have drinks to try and broach why he and Ice have gathered them.

When he can't manage, picking at the corner of his bottle, Slider sighs.

"Alright, you two gonna tell us what this is all about? Cause if I gotta learn Maverick knocked up some Admiral's daughter, I'm making you pay my part of the bill."

And somehow, Slider's ability to shit talk right through a thick atmosphere has Maverick's tongue loosening.

"Ice and I are gettin' hitched." He doesn't even need to drag Ice's hand out with the simple silver engagement band, the man at his side doing it himself with a raised brow like he's daring either of the other men to say something about it.

They don't, though arguably it's worse than if they had. Hollywood spits out the beer he'd been sipping, and Slider's jaw drops damn near to the table.

"You-"

"I'm sorry, what-"

"When the hell did all this happen?" Slider settles on, waving a hand between Maverick and Ice. It makes Maverick's brows furrow, but Ice drops his arm over his shoulder, too, so what minor irritation had been forcing that expression smooths out, leaving only blatant confusion.

"What the hell do you mean?" There's a bit to Maverick's tone.

"Hey," Holly says, finally done choking, "it's not that we're not happy for you guys, hell yeah, marriage and all that, but... just... isn't it a bit fast?"

It's Maverick's turn for his mouth to slacken. He'd say they're fucking with them, but honestly, Hollywood's a shit liar, and Slider would have made some crack about them being married already.

"Are you both saying you didn't know?" Ice asks, drawing Maverick's eyes to him. He's unsurprised to see an equal amount of surprise pinching Ice's lips into a downturned line.

"I mean... we haven't seen you both in a while." Slider hedges, shrugging, and Maveirk's had just about enough. He throws up his hands.

"We've been together since '92!" comes his exclamation, "You guys walked in on us in the locker room more than once. How did you not know?"

Slider is the one who chokes this time, and Hollywood, flush high on his cheeks, probably remembering something he ought to have forgotten grimaces.

"Whoops?"

Maverick feels even less bad slamming the toe of his boots into the other man's calf a second time.

What a bunch of idiots.

#icemav #icemav ficlet #nano ficlet #top gun ficlet

[rinbowaman]

How about heethan's reaction to let's assume for once yn goes to a party with hn and some dude slips viagra in yn's drink so she drank it obliviously and ofc got horny so the dude sees it and tries to feel her up only for her to kick him in d!ck and runs away back to the dorm room to heethan now ofc the effects of the pill were still there so heethan gets a little confused as to why his pretty baby comes up to him hurriedly from the party all horny.....so later on they do the deed and when our yn is asleep he dials hn number and asks her what happened with yn and hn explains all and heethan being him goes on full murder mode

Now I leave it up to you to finish everything up 😼😼😼

lol well unfortunately kitty cat anon, i'm afraid viagra doesnt work that way for females (as far as my research shows) it doesnt increase a woman's desire to have sex. Not to mention, it would be hard to write out this prompt because heethan (as the record shows in the chapters) does not let y/n go ANYWHERE without him. she barely is able to attend her classes in peace bc most times, he's right outside waiting/watching her through the window from his car. he'd be at that part with her, and therefore, no one is going to slip anything in her drink bc he's gonna be the one to order and watch over her belongings. for me to write out anything different is hard because its very out of character for heethan, he's always (like literally stuck like glue) with his y/n. wherever he goes, she goes. and wherever she goes, he's there.

NOW, lets just say they're at a party, and he hands her a drink and somehow it slipped through his sharp sights and someone did manage to slip something in y/n's drink. Again, studies show that viagra doesnt have that effect on women, it's a medication mean to stimulate hormonal and blood functions for men only, so lets say they slip something else and it takes effect, i'm not sure what is out there that stimulates a women's desire to have sex, but if we bend the facts a little and they slipped something and y/n was already ovulating and whatever was slipped in made her a little woozy and more "in the mood" heethan be right there to see her change in mood and would just take her to a private room or in his car and give it to her until she knocks out. (there are similar scenarios where y/n is ovulating and she expresses her desires to heethan and she always gets more than what she bargains for, i think they're in my one shots ML) it wouldn't be any different.

Warnings: some detailed smutty stuff below the line....like straight up nasty porn type content, car sex, and ofc breeding kinks, anal play, oral, and creampies. yup. MDNI 18+ content below.

He'd take you to the car, slip his hand down in you panties and feel how wet you are. probably increase the tension by antagonizing you with the "tell me who are you wet for?" or "tell me what you want, princess."

he'd make you say it and practically beg for it. in fact, he'd throw in the "beg for it baby, i wanna hear you beg." while he pumps his fingers (all three of them) in and out while curving the tips inward to hook you from the inside and gently pull you down until you're a laying mess. record shows he loves to slap y/n's p*ssy, whether it's his hand or with his shaft, he likes to slap it. when he gets a few drinks in him (doesn't have to be drunk, he can have a tiny buzz) he likes to tickle it too. he likes to watch you jump, jolt, and yelp out of the oversensitivity he's creating and from there, he slaps his hand on your shoulder, your waist, or even your neck to hold you steady and will keep doing it over and over until he gets you to the point where you're now begging for him to stop (see what he does? he's a menace. first he has you begging for more, now he has you begging for mercy) and then, as he's sucking on your skin, he shoves it in. He get's you feeling so full (because he's a python....he has girth and length) and this time around, because you're ovulating, he just wants to go at it and not start off slow and deep (which is how he usually does it) naw....he starts going at it and loves it when you gasp out in shocking breaths while you yelp and moan out in disbelief that he's just fucking the shit out of you off the hook and beaming a very demeaning (but loving) gaze at you.

everytime you turn your head away from the overwhelming sensation, he grabs your hair and either makes you look directly into his psychotic glare or he'll make you watch his cock going in and out of you (balls deep too) since you're ovulating, you're extra juicy so he'll make you stick your hand down and use your fingers to ring around his girth as he thrusts in and out, and make you rub his balls as he's slamming into you. the man is always filthy but when you're in the moments of heat and wanting to breed, he's extra nasty with it. he'll spread your legs open, spit on it, stick his finger in your anus while he's fucking you and will suck on your tongue while you're screaming out as he keeps going and going (man is an energizer bunny) he'll taunt you with his words while he spits on your tits and tells you things like...

"yeah...you're pretty little girl....you ARE pretty, i'll give you that....in fact, i'm going to show you just how pretty you are."

and boy, does he ever. he'll take it out for a few minutes so he can go in there and shove his face in between your legs, flip you over, grab your rear end, squeeze his fingers down to make it look extra bubbly, and shove it back in, going to town on you. "breed with me baby." he'll say that every time he feels you gush. and your ovulation period is just make you feral for child bearing so of course you moan and let him do everything, which includes him leaning over your back as he's fucking you doggystyle, and he'll bite your neck and hold you steady that way while he pumps in deeper and deeper until you feel him cumming.

when all is said and done, and you're bruised down there, red and purple from him beating your womanhood (i'm talking like...the man went all Mike Tyson on you) you sigh out and catch your breath, only to hear him transition and speak out...

"Round two baby...."

and you look up with an ever enduring horror on your face as you see that Ethan is looking down at you....hungry. You're too weak and exhausted to move or do anything, you just lay there with your eyes beginning to water as you dread for whats about to come your way. you whine out of mercy, which only makes ethan smirk deviously. Now that heeseung had his fill, ethan want's a taste...in fact he want's the whole entree. bon apetite. ❤️

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[l1tw1ck]

Hook, Line, and Sinker

You're the poor (lucky) soul that's managed to capture a vampire's interest

Bottom!FTM!Vampire Kaeya x Top!Masc!Werewolf Reader

{Request} [Series] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Stalking, Yandere, Aphrodisiacs, Somnophilia, Oral, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Womb Fucking, Degrading

📝 1,206 Words

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Your life has been pretty average up until you moved to Mondstadt for work. Strange things would happen all the time and you could never understand why. There are far more supernatural types in the region but you've never had a problem with them as most people don't mess with werewolves so you never considered it a possibility.

You can always tell that you're being watched but you never find the culprit and you've just given up on it. If they're not stealing, it's not too big of a deal, right?

Whenever you tried to hook up with someone, they'd disappear on the way to your or their home. You'd turn around for one second and they'd be gone. They always showed up in the city the day after but they seem to forget about the interaction from the night before, making you think you got too drunk.

Then you started getting weird things in the mail, specifically used underwear and some items of clothing. All of them had a strong scent on them, like the sender was your lover in a different region sending you something to help you get through the separation.

The first time you got them, you sniffed one of the clothes, only to figure out who it is but you end up getting a boner. The smell was both strong and arousing. You could identify blueberries and various wines along with something stronger, something you've never smelled before.

You fell to your knees, your cheeks burning with a boner straining through your pants. Clouded with lust, you pulled your bottoms down and reached for one of the panties to rut into them.

Your stalker stared through the window, a hand down his pants as he watched you desperately get off to the smell of his clothes.

You threw the clothes away and decided you would look out for the smell when you went out. Even when the stalker sent more, you'd throw them out despite how tempting and strong the smell was.

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After a long day of work you collapsed onto your bed and fell into a deep sleep. A sleep so deep that you don't wake up even as a warm mouth swallows your cock whole.

The vampire practically worships your cock, treating it as a prize while his fingers are pushing in and out of his hole desperately. He can barely fit it all in his mouth but he does his best.

You still don't wake up even as you come and knot your stalker's mouth. He could easily teleport away but he likes feeling your hot shaft pulsing in him, he hopes you'll knot his cunt too.

When your knot finally goes down, which took a surprisingly long time, your stalker takes his leave.

And when you finally wake up, your nose is filled with that same strong and arousing scent. You can't help but jerk yourself off to it, breathing his scent in heavily and wishing you could fuck the owner of the smell.

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You were starting to feel pent up despite the fact that you'd get yourself off whenever you smelled him, which was pretty often at this point, you needed more than your hand and a stupid fleshlight would never be enough.

You decided to take one last crack at hooking up, hoping to find another werewolf or a succubus. Humans are too weak to handle the sexual urges you have right now.

You sit at the bar of the Angel's Share and order a glass of wine. Another person sits next to you, someone who, if you were currently in your right mind, you would've identified as Kaeya the Calvary Captain.

But right now, you know him as your stalker and someone who you'll do anything to fuck. Even if you weren't under his 'spell', or his unnaturally arousing scent, you'd still want to try and hit on him.

"All by yourself tonight?" He asks, smiling.

You manage to calm yourself down enough to make a proper conversation, that specific scent of his isn't strong enough to overwhelm you. "Yeah. I was hoping I'd find someone as pretty as you."

Kaeya turns to the side, biting the bottom of his lip. He's not the best at flirting, it's especially bad when the other reciprocates his flirting. "Tha- thank you..."

"Can I-" You pause. Why are you trying to pick up your own stalker? Laws and morals aside, he's already smitten for you. "Can I take you home, stalker?"

Kaeya's heart pounds faster and he nods.

You place enough mora to cover your drink on the counter and lead Kaeya out. Your house is thankfully close to the tavern so it's not long before you end up pushing Kaeya against your front door and aggressively making out with him.

You growl in his ear, quickly undressing him. "Dirty fucking whore." You snarl, ripping his underwear off and bringing him to the floor, gently enough that he doesn't get hurt. Kaeya trembles in arousal, his slick bringing out more of his scent.

You spread his legs open, pulling your pants and boxers down. "Since you're so desperate for me, you won't mind if I just fuck you, right?" You ask, sort of rhetorically, teasing the tip of your cock against his entrance.

Kaeya whimpers. "Please- yes-" His eyes are glued to your thick length.

You lift his hips up and force your length as far as you can go, your tip bumping against his cervix and making Kaeya come. "Fuck- breed me! Please!"

Any little bit of resistance you had disappeared at hearing those words. You dig your nails into his hips and fuck into him mercilessly, entering his womb.

He throws his head back in pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the pain. "Ooh~!"

You fuck him roughly, treating his body like nothing more than a flesh light. "Gonna fuck you full of my pups, slut." You groan.

Kaeya throws his head back, squirting from your aggressiveness. "Yes~! Want yo- your pups~!"

Your sharp teeth graze his neck, making Kaeya think you're going to mate him but you move down to his collarbone, littering bites along it and downwards to his chest.

Kaeya screams in pleasure, sucking you in desperately. You grab his thighs and move him into a mating press. He chokes out a gasp as you drill into him deeper, making sure he's properly bred.

You thrust into him a few good times before forming your knot and painting his womb white with cum.

After your knot goes down, you fuck him on the couch, then in your office, then the shower, and then your bedroom.

When you wake up, or really, come to, you find yourself at a wedding. And you seem to be the groom waiting for yours to walk down the aisle.

He looks gorgeous, you can't lie to yourself, he's wearing a beautiful dress and a bouquet of flowers that are your favorite color.

How you got into this situation is beyond you, but you don't feel like you should leave. Your brain is suddenly telling you that you're in love with Kaeya and that you'll start a family with him.

You suppose you have no other choice but to believe it.

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[luminousbeings-crudematter]

Alford Plea

EPILOGUE - Life Sentence

PAIRING:  Chef! Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader 

WARNINGS: it’s nasty, it’s in the kitchen, Simon’s a dick, Reader’s a dick and this is some next level self-insertion. 18+ only.

4 part series + 1 "epilogue", all written, updates every Sat

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue

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Alford Plea: A guilty plea containing a protestation of innocence.

or

Where you knew that fucking your boss could not possibly end well, but you did it anyway, because what else were you going to do?  Not fuck him?

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THEN

He wants to kiss you.

For what feels like the thousandth time that night, Simon Riley finds his attention inadvertently drawn to his chef de partie, and it’s getting ridiculous.  Embarrassing.  Reckless.

He finds that his eyes linger on the soft lines bracketing your mouth when you smile widely, genuinely, the way you lean forward to hear the bartender over the chaos of the bar, the way it makes your skirt ride up on the backs on your thighs.  How, whatever you say makes the bartender giggle and soon, you’re almost hanging across the bar,  your heads close together in an intense conversation  like you’re best friends plotting the end of the world.      

Simon’s attention is dragged away from you and back to the table, and from that point forward, the evening turns raucous.  Though most of the staff are supposed to be back at work bright and early the next morning, the mood is relaxed and the alcohol is free-flowing and discounted. 

But his eyes never drift too far from you.  Fuck, he wants to kiss you, and it’s making him think stupid thoughts.  

He watches you, trying to think of the right combination of words to say to you that will make you open to him the way you’ve opened up to the rest of them.   Simon’s sure of what he wants but he’s in dire need of the courage for it.  There’s a power differential, he’s your employer, and you’ve finally started to get along with him. 

Well.  You’re not at each other’s throats all the time now. 

He looks down at his drink at the sobering thought and hums noncommittally at the tale Soap’s regalling, but when he looks back up, you’re sitting on a bar stool by yourself, looking down at your phone. Now there’s an opportunity, he thinks to himself, as he stands up and gives the table a vague story about getting a refill.  

When he’s at the bar, he has barely a second before you use one gorgeous, bare leg to hook around a bar stool and pull it closer to you.  Your eyes are mischievous, he thinks, bright and shiny and fucking gorgeous, and maybe…maybe he’ll just stay with you for a drink.  Check on you, see how you’re settling in at work.  That’s all.  He’s your employer, you’ve both been drinking, you’re both rota’d on for work tomorrow…the whole thing would be too awkward.  A bad idea, if he’s ever had one.  

But then you throw a roguish grin at him and what he’s wanted all along—to kiss you?  With one smile, you’ve just changed it—you’ve just turned it into a language in his head. 

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You’re funny, he realises.  In fact, there’s so many things about you that he’s never noticed while you’ve been at work, while he’s been too busy barking orders at you or throwing specs at you or breathing down your neck while you’re plating up.   You’re funny and dorky and your smile is…kind of perfect.

And tonight, you’re different with him.  You’re relaxed and the alcohol’s made you bolder and—God help him—you’re flirting with Simon.  You’re laughing and teasing and taunting him, and you’re not too far gone, but you are just tipsy enough to miss when Simon casually switches to drinking water instead.  

It feels like only moments later, so lost you are in each other, that it’s last calls at the bar—the two of you have long since given up on the rest of the staff—and you’re grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers, and pushing him into a taxi before you stumble in yourself.

You’re laughing with him, at him, and it feels like the easiest thing in the world.  Simon is a mess of instinct and adrenaline and the rush of discovering this new side to you—they all blend together in his mind and his body, and he doesn’t ever ever want it to stop.  So he’s pleasantly surprised when you grab his face, still babbling, still so sassy and you’re about to kiss him, you practically pounce on him but—

“No making sex in my taxi!”   

The speed with which you retreat from Simon leaves him stunned for a second, breathless and when his eyes blink open, your eyes are bright, mischief making the corners of your eyes crease, and you’re using both your hands to stifle the laugh that bubbles in your throat.

Simon laughs and leans back against the seat.  “Alright mate, no making sex in your taxi,” he calls out to the driver.  He turns to you with mock seriousness, trying very hard to hide a smile of his own. “No making sex.”

“In his taxi,” you murmur, looking straight at him, and fuck.  You say it like a promise.

“In his taxi,” Simon repeats, dumbstruck.  There is no ground under his feet, and free-falling has never felt so effortless.

____

You’re still giggling uncontrollably, saying…something, struggling with your keys, still failing to open the door to your flat, and Simon finds his arms reaching towards you, almost of their own accord.  He turns you to face him, one hand cradling your face.  His other arm hesitates, then hovers, then settles over your waist, naturally moulding to your contours and lines, and you take one step closer to him.  Into him.  

Simon doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol in your system making you loose and pliant and so fucking warm, but he finds that he doesn’t care.  For what feels like the first time in hours, you’ve shut up.  You’re not giggling or recounting stories or teasing him.  No, you’re doing that thing that women do that drive men like Simon insane.  You’re alternating between looking at his eyes and his lips.  Waiting for him to make the first move.    You lick your own chapped lips, and this is it, Simon thinks.  He’s going to kiss you now, and nothing about your relationship will ever be the same.  He finds the thought scary, unsettling…but all doubt dissipates like tendrils of smoke when he finds that your eyes close and you lean forward all the same.

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NOW

You’re wriggling against Simon, trying to get comfortable, but he only grunts, and his arm tightens in response against your chest.   The unconscious action makes you smile and blush.  Like a moron.

You’d ended up napping on the floor after the night’s…activities, and you’ve got your back to his chest while his back leans against the legs of the deep fat fryer.  Simon’s been kind enough to put his whites down under the two of you, so you have the particular privilege of leaning against his bare chest.  

And it’s…nice.  Comforting.  

The moment’s ruined with the blaring sound of your alarm going off on your phone—it startles you and you curse out loud as you try to shut it off.  He moans in his sleep and you freeze, a quiet whisper of fucking shit leaving you anyway, before he settles.  You’re just starting to relax against him when his arm squeezes around you again, and warm breath is at your neck.

“You are the noisiest woman I know,” he murmurs and kisses your neck slowly.  Gentle kisses, open-mouthed and slow, so you can relish in the feeling of his hot breath on your skin.  He takes his time and all rational thought flees your brain as you relax into it, moaning softly, making his arm tighten around you some more.  

He flips you around slowly, deliberately, giving you the opportunity to refuse him, but his mouth stays blessedly on your skin through it so the thought of protestation doesn’t even enter your mind.  When you’re finally facing him, your first thought is how the streak of early morning sunlight entering the kitchen lights up the brown of his eyes, making them look like the exact shade of honey you prefer in your tea.

“You didn’t mind that so much last night, Chef.”

“Noisy,” he whispers against the skin of your jaw.  “Infuriating and fucking pretty and talented, bratty and loud and…”  Your loud gasp at his audacity only makes him laugh and he draws you closer to kiss you.  He kisses you with all of the previous night’s passion and then some, and you’re particularly enjoying the way his hand moves down your spine, settling on your ass.

“You didn’t mind,” you remind him against his lips.  “In fact, I remember you wanting me to be louder, wanting me to say your name when you were inside me…didn’t you, Simon?”

He groans into your kiss and you gasp when he smacks your ass, then squeezes it.  “Infuriating,” he repeats without any real heat behind his words.

“Yeah.  I think you liked how loud I was…think you liked it the other night too…”

“And I’ll love it tonight.”

That stops you in your tracks.  “Tonight?  You’re awfully optimistic about getting laid again.”

“Yeah.”  It’s all he says, before he’s kissing you again.  The man is not not arrogant a day in his life, and you find that it suits you just fine. 

 “We should probably get out of here,” you whisper.  “Let’s go home, I’ll make some breakfast.  We have to be back here in…” you groan as you note the time, “..two hours.” 

Simon pauses slightly and laces your fingers between his.  “You don’t want to talk about this?”

“Do you?”

“You work for me.  And fraternising with—”

“Fraternizing?”  You can’t help but laugh at him, and you really have to bite it back when he glares at you.  “Sorry.”

Another smack to your ass for the cheek you’re giving him.  “Just for that, I’m putting you on the rota for the next two Sundays.”  He swallows.  “You’re being easier than I thought you’d be.  This is easier than I thought it’d be.”

“I work for you.  You’re my boss, I’m a woman, and if people find out, it’s not going to look good.”  You push his hair back from his face and bring your lips against his again.  “But, I still want this.  Do you?”

The sound that leaves him is pure disbelief, but he kisses you anyway.  It goes on for a while, and you’re left gasping against his mouth when he rearranges you to sit right on top of dick.  His dick which is definitely, ahem, awake, twitching against your clothed crotch.   When his mouth moves to your ear, you hold your breath in anticipation.  “I like crème fraîche in m’scrambled eggs.”

“You’re a bastard,” you gasp, quickly undoing his trousers and seating yourself on him in record time and, oh.  Oh.  He’s deliciously hard inside you.   The shocked noise that leaves his throat makes you gush between your legs and he is instantly fucking up into you, just like he’s discovered you like.  “Such a bastard, Simon,” you moan.

“You like it though,” he huffs.  “Know y’do.  The whole neighbourhood knows you like this.”  His words are casual, but he’s fucking you in earnest now, one arm holding you in place, while the other caresses the back of your hair.  “Know what this sweet cunt likes, pretty.”

“Fuck…”

“Know how you l-like to be fucked.  Gonna make y’come, just like this.”

The words make you blink your eyes open and look at him.  He’s beautiful like this, his eyes warm and affectionate despite the intimacy of what you’re doing, despite how dirty this whole thing is.  “Feels so good, sweet girl.  You want t’come on my cock, love?”

“Simon,” you gasp in response.  There’s a small, delicate spot inside you, and he hits it, nails it, over and over and over, making you feel like this is how you’ll lose your mind.   

“Such a bratty fuckin’ attitude, so confident and sexy in m’kitchen, but you like being bossed around, don’t you?  Like bein’ told what to do.”

“Simon,” you whimper, and it’s the only word you know how to say any more.  Your helplessness seems to encourage him, spur him on, and he bites your neck.  He doesn’t apply any real pressure, and his tongue instantly salves over where his teeth were to soothe your skin, but it’s enough for you.  It’s more than enough for you, and you cry out, clenching over his cock.   His rhythm falters and the sound he makes ends up sounding like he’s straddling the line between heaven and hell right now. 

“Gonna make a mess of’y’love,” he moans.  “Gonna come so deep, gonna stuff you full.  And you’ll keep me inside you, won’t you?”  You’re groaning a yes, please, yes Simon please before he’s even done asking you.  It doesn’t take too long after that, and with a half-shout, Simon’s coming deep inside you.  He thrusts into you through it, pushing it all deep inside you while he shudders and shivers through the aftershocks.  

You lie back down on his chest, trying to calm your breathing but watch as he tilts his head up to the ceiling, mouthing a silent fuck.  A small, satisfied smile breaks out on your face and you close your eyes, but they fly open at his blurted words.     

“I want t’keep doing this.”

“I–yeah, me too.”

Simon’s eyes dart around the kitchen quickly, as though suddenly realising where the two of you were.  “I want to see where this can go.  But.  I dont want y’to feel like I’m takin’ advantage—”

You grab his hand and bring it down to your pussy where you’re dripping.   Almost instantly, like it’s a reflex, he starts to toy with your clit and you jerk from the stimulation. 

“Shut up,” you moan.  “Take advantage whenever you like.”

“Dirty girl,” he grits out, and uses two fingers to gather his come and shove it back into you.  Your eyes fly open at the action and you choke.  “Y’want this?”

“Mmhm, yeah I want this.”

You don’t realise it at that moment, but you’ve both started a chain of events from which there is no going back, for the both of you.  

You don’t realise it but six months from this exact moment—when Simon proposes, in this very kitchen, by this very deep fat fryer—you’ll think back to this.  You’ll think about how all your life, you thought you knew what sex was, what love was, and the difference between the two. 

“Still gonna ride your ass for your limp salads and burnt roux, Chef.”

“Good,” you say, grinning.  “And I’m still gonna make a better ragu than you, Chef.”

Simon scoffs in that patented way that is so Simon, and you can’t help but grin wider.  “Gonna make you work three Sundays, love.”

“Yes, Chef,” you murmur, and kiss him again.

And there it is.  That’s what you’ve begun.  Sex and love and Simon—they’re all about to become the same to you.

____

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A/N: And that's it folks! Thank you SO MUCH for all the support and the enthusiasm and all the love you've given this series, my pussy is humbled by it all 💕

Alford Plea is officially "complete" (i.e., i've written everything that I originally planned) but I'll pop in with a few drabbles or outtakes, now and then. My request box is also open, so if there's something in particular you want to see...maybe we can make some 💫magic💫 happen?

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[itgirlgyu]

TXT WITH A S/0 WHO IS A MEDICAL STUDENT!

ꞌꞋ ࣪𓂃 ִֶָ 🍅 txt! ot5 x gn! reader. .... word count: 1051.

GENRE: FLUFF, CRACK. this has been REQUESTED!

⿻ YEONJUN..

Always hypes you up for your academics.

Suggests that he would stay up with you to help you study for your tests.

Is already snoring away by the time you get to the second passage.

You let him off the hook because he looks very cute with his cheeks pressed on one of your books and his supple, candied lips jutting out.

But you draw the line immediately when you notice him drooling a little bit and wake him up even though his soft snores were working like your own lofi music.

On self appointed snack duty when you're too overwhelmed by the intense studying or the long hours at the hospital.

Keeps you fed through your busy schedule.

His greeting to you is, "have you eaten?"

Never fails to tell you how amazed he is by your hard working nature and how much it makes him fall in love with you more, and more each passing day.

Does weird things to make you feel better when you're feeling down.

You've once made him wear a bubble pink tutu with a crown and do ballet.

You cherish that video more than your life.

⿻SOOBIN..

Never picks up his call the first time round.

And supposedly you're the busy one.

Nonetheless you keep him around as your boyfriend because he has at least three emergency boxes with written speeches for you at his place in case you have a meltdown and tell him that you're giving up

"Soobin I think I'm gonna g-"

Cue Soobin scrambling to find out the third speech he had hidden in the living room and opening it up to narrate it.

"-o to the bathroom."

Has the audacity to act as though nothing had happened.

Treats you like you're already a doctor by the way he brags about you to anyone that would listen.

He might be a little affected when he can't see your face month after month because of your big examinations but instead tries to make lists of all the things you two can do together when you get time to hang out.

First date is staring at each other's face for three hours.

You bet he's gonna meet you at your last exam at the venue with a bouquet and a rented car to whisk you on a rendezvous.

But not too adventurous.

It's more like going to a new café that opened up with interesting menus.

⿻BEOMGYU..

Some days you loved him—when he would turn up outside the window of your library seat and throw it back while miming the words "i love you" and "you can do it." until he gets chased out by the guard.

And some days you sort of hated him—when he'd have thousands of questions

like my heart skipped a beat, am i dying or am I lovesick because of you?

Constantly.

without an ounce of shame.

Doesn't really care about the time constrainments because if he misses you he'd turn up wherever you are and leave within five minutes after he had his fill of seeing your face.

Is preparing himself to be a trophy husband.

May joke around a lot but he is willing to do anything to support even if you want to quit the studies and pursue something else instead.

Also tries to study with you for your exams and quiz you.

By the third question he has confused himself with those terminologies and needs a break and confesses his newfangled respect for you.

But that doesn't stop from pointing at male genitalia and go, "he peepee" with a dumb smile.

⿻TAEHYUN..

Your number one support system.

But like in a dignified way.

Which means he'd wait for you after your classes and give your peers an intense sense of jealousy.

Words aren't even needed with him.

You could call him and say nothing and he'd be on his way to meet you.

Lots of walking in silence in the park at night holding hands and resting your head on his shoulder.

The only one who follows through his promise to stay with you while studying.

Although sometimes you wish he'd like get bored and leave you alone

Only because he got an spartan style of studying and he ends up looking like an extension of your parents chiding you to study.

Sketching dates with Taehyun!

But instead of drawing cute things—you guys spend time drawing human anatomies.

At first you were irked out but grown to love this quirky little date idea he had come up with.

Isn't the best with verbalizing how much he is proud of you, instead comes to meet you with cut up fruits and little notes with 'you can do it' and littered with little hearts.

Once you start interning at the hospital, he'd try to make more time for you so you rest up because he can tell how daunting your life has become for you after seeing the patients suffering.

⿻HUENING KAI..

Number one support system 2.0.

But the cheerleader kind.

Sends videos of him doing cheerleading choreographies with pompoms to cheer you up but if any of them leaks

he'd disappear off the surface of earth without any words.

Gifted you a plushie with his picture embroidered on it doing his peace signs so you'd feel like he is always with you.

You cried a little but you will be the next one to disappear from earth without a trace if he found out.

Starts off his day by shooting you a text in the morning to help you prepare you for the day with positive vibes.

Like Soobin he has at least three templates of speeches in his head professing how he would support you no matter whichever direction you choose because he knows how hard is the profession you've decided.

But has a more guilty conscience tha Soobin so he at least memorized them off his head.

Always offers his special back rubs when the lover boy senses tingle and notify him of your exhaustion.

He's like, "hmm something tells me you're tired…"

As if cosplaying a panda is something you've done since forever.

Makes too many corny jokes like, "doctor something is wrong with my heart?"

But it's okay because he looks super adorable doing that dumb outdated shit.

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[yeonslut]

was scrolling on pinterest nd found so much vs stuff so i present to u…..

victoria’s secret angel gf + idolbf!yeonjun head cannons that transition to smut ???? idk

warnings: no penetration (BOOOOOO), all f receiving: oral sex, body worship, slight nipple play, pet names (angel + baby) lmk if i missed some!!

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bf!yeonjun going to all of your shows and photoshoots, sending chocolates or flowers when he can’t make it :(( asking you to send pics of u during your shoots, just wants to see how pretty his angel baby looks </3

him taking time off work to tag along w u for shows and shoots overseas.. sight seeing in wherever it may be—france, italy, greece, etc etc— forget ab work, he just wants to be w his baby all the time ><

unboxing pr mail with him in the evenings, trying on all the cute panties and silk slips !!! mini fashion show in your bedroom, hyping his princess up because she looks oh so gorgeous:((

growing hard seeing u in that specific matching set, beckoning u over to come sit on his lap n taking in how perfectly it hugs your curves, whispering in your ear how pretty u look..

taking ur hips and grinding u on his hard on, feeling his bulge drag against your clit as u throw ur head back ,, him taking the opportunity to mark his territory—sucking n biting n licking all over your neck while gradually going down to where the pretty lace sits..

whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful u are, how lucky he is to have u, how you’re his and his only, begging u to let him love u:( reaching back to unclip the bralette and letting it slide down your shoulders, immediately taking your nipple in his mouth n flicking it w his tongue,, relishing in the sounds his baby’s making above him

picking u up to softly place u on the bed, deciding he wants to love u tonight :( hovering above u and slowly moving down to where the matching panties sit at your waist line, pressing kisses to your soft skin as he goes.. hooking his fingers around them and slowly pulling them down, savoring the beautiful sight before him and the sweet scent of your body.

his head dips between your thighs, finally getting a taste of what he’s been craving since you got home. starting with small kitty licks n picking up his pace, until he starts flicking at your clit with his tongue, getting off at the pretty sounds escaping your slightly parted lips—doesn’t care about himself right now, just wants to make his pretty baby feel good</3

shivers running through your body as he devours your pussy, running your hands through his soft locks and lifting your hips off the bed, wanting more. it wasn’t until you unexpectedly felt the sensation of his warm wet tongue entering you when you felt the knot in your stomach tighten.

“let it out pretty, let me love you” he says, resuming the attack on your pussy,, the lewd sounds and his sensual expressions finally pushing you over the edge. the knot in your stomach snapping, his hands holding down your trembling thighs as you scream and come undone all over his pretty face.

coming up for air, his lips return to yours like magnets, kissing you deeply and moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue, pulling away to look at you with darkened eyes.

but don’t get too tired now angel baby, the night has just begun..

(a/n: MY FIRST POST AAAGHHHHH)

#yeonjun smut #choi yeonjun smut #yeonjun #txt x reader #txt smut #txt #yeonjun x reader

[rootsofdread]

I haven't seen Blight ingame for so long i almost forgot how absolutely obsessed i am wth???????!???

K K K time for more requests. Blight, Wesker and Doctor with a scientist survivor (platonic or romantic) who tries to know something new about their research every chance they've got?? They pretty much approve any possible method killers may use both in real world and the entity's realm, so they r never creeped out, just starving for some fresh results

🦞 livelaughloveblight

Herman Carter / The Doctor:

Truth be told, Herman may enjoy running certain experiments on you to see the limits of your curiosity and drive for more information. If there ever could be someone more curious than you, it would, without a doubt, be him. You’re likely to find him watching you from afar if he’s not directly throwing you into some dire situation, just to see how the cogs in your brain turn. Yet, during his research, the strangest discovery he’s made is that you seem to approve of his methods. You never even seemed angry when he thought he’d see which teammate you’d choose to save from a hook first. Frustrated, maybe…but he knew you were cooking up something of your own. Trials are more like cat and mouse games between the two of you, both of you constantly running your own experiments on each other, ticking and plotting. He must admit: you’re the most interesting specimen he’s had since long before he was taken.

Talbot Grimes / The Blight:

Long has Talbot known what he did in his time was unethical, even back then when the lives of most were effectively considered disposable. Of course, he doesn’t regret what he did…a true scientist will always recognize that, sometimes, a breakthrough in your research can only be reached by doing some awful things. There aren’t many other scientists in the fog, so he appreciates having another one roaming around, even if it’s one he may not see eye to eye with. You’re the one survivor who he can catch eyes with from far away while he’s in the middle of conducting some twisted sort of experiment and not sense an air of judgement about you. Sometimes, he’s even compelled to allow you to tail him if you need to observe something he’s doing for your own work. Someone else who’s just as passionate about their work as he is…

Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:

Albert, truthfully, isn’t usually one for running silly experiments that don’t have some kind of worthwhile outcome. He built his entire life on science, and he knows when to not waste his time on something that won’t give him results that he can use; so, when he does run some sort of experiment on the puny survivors, it’s much more high-stakes. Life or death, either of you or your teammates. He knows, for this exact reason, he isn’t exactly popular among the survivors in particular. But over time, he’s noticed that you don’t really seem bothered by anything he does. If anything, in fact, you seem to encourage him. He slowly started trying to press your buttons to see where exactly you’d draw the line regarding unethical experimentation. He hasn’t found it yet, but he will…

#inbox #survivor reader #gender neutral reader #herman carter #talbot grimes #albert wesker #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #herman carter x reader #the doctor x reader #talbot grimes x reader #the blight x reader #albert wesker x reader #the mastermind x reader

[spittingbloodandscreaming]

Motel Sex (Gerard Way x Male reader SMUT)

Was supposed 2 post this erleir forgor about the passage of time please forgive me will work on requests tomorrow I haven't slept in 3 days

WARNINGS: nothing much really? Mild hair pulling?

AN: This has been sitting in my docs for a WHILE so I thought I'd finish it up and throw it here so there's atleast something while I work on the other requests

Gerard sighs at himself and looks around the empty motel room. The guys have left him the space to "Have some alone time with your ‘friend’. wink wink,” Frank said, emphasizing the wink out loud before leaving. Gerard glances at the time on the half-broken electric clock on the nightstand—only fifteen minutes until you planned to arrive. No big deal, right? He can wait.

Enough time has passed, and Gerard is watching one of the limited channels on the TV before he hears you knock on the door. Excited, he jumps up to answer.

“Hey, Gee!” you say as the door opens, revealing your boyfriend, a look of relief on his face as if he had been half expecting you to not show up. He greets you happily and hugs you tight before welcoming you in. “Where are the guys?” you ask, sitting down on one of the two queen-sized beds in the motel room.

“They went out for a while, givin’ us alone time. Should be leftovers, though,” he says, leaning in to kiss you as he finishes his sentence. “But I think I’ll be pretty full by the time I’m done with you.” Gerard leans further into you, pushing you fully onto the mattress. It’s very clear how amused by his own joke he is.

“What are you implying there, Mr. Way?” you say before giggling back into the next kiss.

“Oh, you know,” Gerard says, mischievously smiling before grabbing you around the waist and getting on top of you. He’s straddling your legs, keeping you in place against the bed. Gerard grins wide, kissing all over your face. He’s utterly thrilled to be with you, to have you in his arms, even if it’s in a dingy motel.

Gerard can’t keep himself contained, giggling like a madman as he moves down to gently kiss your neck. He’s so caring with his touch, or at least tries to be. He keeps his hands in yours for the most part, squeezing them lovingly. Eventually, though, his hands travel up to your neck, long fingers resting on your pulse as he gently nips at the base of your jaw.

As the moments pass, Gerard’s kisses get progressively more intimate and prolonged, and eventually, his fingers start to dig into the soft flesh of your neck. You can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he’s just that into it. Either way, you don’t mind, and that’s evident by the soft whines each one of his kisses pull from your throat. Something about those sounds make Gerard snap, grinding his hips against yours as he lets out a long drawn-out whine of his one. He licks a long line from the base of your neck up to your mouth, turning it into a rough, sloppy kiss.

Gerard trails his hand down your torso, hooking his fingers in the waistband of both your pants and underwear, pulling them down just enough to reveal your half-erect cock. He wraps his hand around your cock gingerly, and, ignoring the action, just the way he handled it was gay. 

Your muscles tense as Gerard keeps his movements steady, slow high-pitched whimpers filling the motel as he slowly moves himself down, putting his face at crotch level. He rests his head on your upper thigh. He looks up at you, face just inches away from your cock as he smiles oh so sweetly. You look down at him, voice trembling; “Please.” Gerard needs no other encouragement. He runs his tongue up the length of your dick slowly before shoving as much of you in his mouth as he can, which is, admittedly, a lot.

He sucks you off so perfectly, you can’t fathom how one man could make you feel this good. He has you grabbing handfuls of the sheets, bucking your hips and in turn making the back of your cock hit his throat. You arch your back and grab a handful of Gerard's hair, the other hand hitting the mattress. You’re practically screaming—you wouldn’t be surprised if the guys got a noise complaint because of you.

You only last a few more minutes before your moans begin to catch in your throat, and Gerard notices. He digs his nails into your thighs as he takes your whole length in his mouth, throat contracting around your cock as he does so, ripping a loud, broken scream from your throat. You use the handful of his hair you have as leverage, shoving him all the way down as your dick twitches—one final warning before you cum down his throat. 

Gerard stays in place until you’re done, swallowing around your cock before bringing himself up. He has drool and cum dripping down his chin, and his hair is a mess, and he’s smiling so wide you’d think he just got a million-dollar check and a puppy. He crawls back up to kiss you gently before laying his head on your chest and sighing. He stays silent for a moment, before clearing his throat and whispering. 

“I love you.” You can feel him smiling against you still.

“I love you too,” you say, sighing and closing your eyes.

“Y’know, we should probably get your pants on before the guys get back.”

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[teecupangel]

The assassins meet Rico Rodriguez?

@memorialerrordotrom, you are so lucky I recognized the name after a while because the first result if you search the name is an actor from Modern Family and I’m going on a limb and say that you meant the chaotic protagonist of Just Cause and not that one XD

Considering his ties with the CIA and the destruction left at his wake, majority of them are more on the side of “this man is dangerous and a liability” (this is set before the end of Just Cause 4).

Altaïr: The only thing stopping Altaïr from assassinating him is that he hasn’t receive the green signal yet. The destruction Rico leaves leaves a bad aftertaste in Altaïr’s mouth, especially if this is an Altaïr who finally understood what Malik meant by ‘discretion’. Any alliance they may have would be short-lived and Rico would joke that Altaïr is just using him and throwing him away at his own convenience to which Altaïr would retort that Rico thinks of their alliance as the same thing. Rico would say they were vitriolic best buds, Altaïr would say that Rico is lying.

Ezio: Ezio has the highest chance of allying himself with Rico against the dictator but he’s more on the side of “you distract them while I kill the dictator” kind of way. He’s not keen with all the destruction happening but there are time he knows that this is better than the alternative, considering how heavily armed their enemies are nowadays.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: He would team up with Rico as long as they’re raiding enemy bases. He draws a line when Rico starts attacking facilities that can have longtime harmful effects on the land. Ratonhnhaké:ton thinks of him as an ally but… well… Rico definitely makes ‘It’s complicated’ easy to say when it comes to his alliance with the Brotherhood.

Desmond: Bill calls him a ‘necessary evil’ when he told his son about Rico. The fact that they’re distantly allied with someone from the Company is a big red flag already for Desmond but he does find Rico amusing. He thinks Rico’s one-liners are funny. He does not enjoy his way of doing things unless they were sure it was an enemy base. Desmond sees Rico and thinks “Yeah, I can’t fix him and I don’t want to so I’ll just watch”. Their alliance can grow into something more but, at the same time, Desmond knows there’s a possibility that the Brotherhood and the Company would disagree on something and Desmond would have to be there to clean the mess.

Edward: They’re not that close but Edward does enjoy Rico’s ‘antics’, especially if this is ‘I’m still in my pirtate era’ Edward. Edward loots what he’s after and runs away before Rico blows everything up is kinda their jam.

Arno: Arno is the type to willingly team up with Rico but try his best to present alternatives to Rico’s usual ‘modus operandi’………. It rarely works. XD

Evie: She doesn’t like him, not at all. She thinks his whole destroying everything shtick is an antithesis to what an Assassin thrived to be and there are so many times she had been sneaking around to kill a target only to be dragged into his missions that she wants to strangle him and…

Jacob: He knows Evie doesn’t like him but he loves the man. Every mission is a rush of adrenaline and Jacob is hooked. Jacob would definitely be the one to truly ally himself with Rico and would even joke that he should join the Rooks.

Bayek: He is reluctant even when Rico is destroying enemy bases and he would try to stop him at times when it’s clear that civilians would be affected by his actions. He knows that Rico is doing what he believes is right and is working for a more morally dubious Company but there are some lines that not even Bayek can cross.

#no basim because i haven’t finished mirage #i promise to finish it this year #but for now these kinds of asks won’t have basim #because i want to be sure of his personality in mirage first #as i see valhalla basim more as loki than basim XD #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #edward kenway #arno dorian #jacob frye #evie frye #bayek of siwa #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: just cause #i guess? #just cause #rico rodriguez

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Rogue Wave

Wipeout - Chapter 8

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hi lovelies! I’m gonna try and slam out these last few chapters since they’re all almost done already. I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always appreciated and encouraged, love you all!

Warnings: A touch of angst, jealousy

Summary: Tom has a terrible day

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“I don’t wanna go to work,” you whined, throwing your head down into your mattress after you checked the time.

“I won’t object to you calling out,” Tom hummed.

“I can’t, Anya would kill me,” you rolled onto your back rather dramatically, “I have to go shower, I’ll try to be fast so we can finish this episode before I go.”

“Oh so I have to suffer because you have to work?” he raised a brow.

You nodded, “Yeah, because it wouldn’t be watching a show together if you watched it without me,” you stuck out your tongue as you crawled over him and out of the bed.

You two had started binging Chainsaw Man after an early morning surf session. You’d been hoping you could catch up before you had to go to work, but unfortunately duty called about halfway through the latest episode. So you left Tom alone on your bed while you got ready. He stared at your laptop for a minute, debating how angry you’d be with him if he finished the episode without you before ultimately deciding it was best to turn his attention to his phone.

Tom had only got to scroll through a few TikToks before a familiar ping forced his eyes back to the computer. The first few lines of an email were visible at the top of the screen. Tom squinted as he read over them, his heart stopped as he read over the name. It was the firm you’d applied to in London, but with just the first few lines he couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad email. He clicked on the notification, disregarding the nagging feeling that it was wrong for him to do so. His eyes scanned the email quickly, part of him wanted to find a yes. He wanted you to exceed in everything you did and be successful, but he was selfish. What he really wanted to find was a no, confirming that you wouldn’t be moving away from him.

Luckily the universe didn’t care about Tom’s more selfish desires and he found the email was a congratulatory one. The internship was yours if you wanted it, and while he was happy for you, it was a nightmare for Tom. His stomach flip flopped uncomfortably, a sudden wave of nausea hit him, it was like the whole room was spinning. He had no idea how to cope with even the thought of you moving away. Sure you said you didn’t want to move, but he couldn’t be sure you’d still feel that way after you found out you actually got it. It would be a dream come true for you, of course you’d want to go.

As he stared at the screen the idea of deleting the email crossed his mind. It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt you or sabotage you, he just didn’t want anything to change. He wanted to erase the idea of moving from both of your minds and just keep everything exactly how it was. Maybe if he were a worse person he could have erased the email, but he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he did something to sabotage your future. Unlike Tom you had plans for your future, you had specific goals you wanted to reach and you knew what you needed to do to get there. The internship was the best move for you and your career, and there was no way Tom couldn’t support you in that. He was selfish and hedonistic, but he cared about you too much not to put you first. He just wanted you to stay with him. He hated the thought that he’d end up just a memory to you, just some boy you hooked up with one summer. You two were supposed to be together always, things just worked best that way.

Tom pushed your laptop closed and rolled onto his back. He felt guilty just for having the thought, and he was worried about what would happen when you left the shower. You’d obviously be excited and he’d have to force himself to be happy for you, as much as he wanted to just tell you to forget it. He thought about what he could say or do if you told him you were going to take it. The thought alone made his chest ache and his cheeks burn.

“Oh come on, I was gone for like ten minutes, you better not have passed out,” you scoffed as you returned from the bathroom.

Tom had been completely lost in his own thoughts, taking no notice that you’d already left the shower, “Sorry, I promise I wasn’t sleeping,” he sat up. You’d already dressed yourself in a pair of shorts and a bikini top. He watched as you pulled a shirt over your head and began packing your bag, “I, uh, accidentally opened your email, sorry, the notification just popped up…”

“Oh, whatever, I don’t care,” you shrugged it off and glanced at him with a little smirk, “Was it a steamy Adam and Eve email?”

He hummed and nodded, “No, uh, I think you should probably just open it.”

You knit your brows, Tom didn’t get nervous often, it made you suspicious, “What is it?”

“Just open it,” he pushed the laptop across the bed towards you.

“Okay…” you opened the computer and began reading the email.

Tom watched your face flash from confusion to excitement in a matter of seconds. A big smile overtook your lips and you slammed your hand over your mouth, “I got the internship,” you stated in disbelief.

“Yeah, you did,” he did his best to sound excited, but he wasn’t sure he was faking it very well.

“Holy shit…” you kept gaping at your computer, “Holy shit I actually got it,” you turned your attention to him, smiling wider than he’d ever seen, “Oh my god I can’t believe I actually got it, this is like… Holy shit,” you stepped back from the computer, your eyes started to water and you made a quick move to wipe them, “I’m so happy.”

It was a bittersweet moment. Of course Tom was happy for you and it made him so happy to see you so excited, he just dreaded what it meant for the future.

“Of course you got it, I told you would,” he stood, “Congratulations.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, jumping and squealing excitedly, “I’m so happy Tom, you have no idea,” you had to wipe your eyes again as you looked back at the computer, “I just can’t believe this, it’s like, the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

He couldn’t help smiling when he saw you so happy, “Well you deserve it, you work harder than anyone.”

You hugged him again, this time pressing your lips to his excitedly. He was happy to catch you and kiss you and hold you close. He just couldn’t help himself from asking about what was to come though, “So you think you’ll take it?”

He was anxious for you to answer, but you were too elated to really consider the question.

“Yes, no, maybe, who cares!” you sighed happily, “I’m just so happy right now, it’s so validating and just… I don’t know, it just feels like I’m really doing the right thing, like I’m really gonna be able to do this…”

“I could have told you that anytime Flower,” he smiled back at you, “I’m really proud of you.”

Your cheeks flushed and you pulled him down to kiss you again, “I love you!” you declared before snatching your laptop off your bed, “I’m gonna go tell Grace, she’s gonna freak!”

You ran off, leaving an absolutely stunned Tom all alone in your room. It hit him like a brick wall. Of course he loved you, and he knew you loved him. You were best friends after all, but you hadn’t said it out loud to each other. It was an excited outburst on your end, but he couldn’t help imagining a confession. It was just so strange to hear you say it. He told his other friends he loved them, and he never flinched when Harrison or Grace or anyone else told him they loved him. It was just a little different with you, because your relationship wasn’t just friendship, not really. There was something deeper than that, something deeper than just sex. Saying I love you couldn’t be platonic, not when it was you and him.

“Fuck,” Tom sat on the edge of your bed and gripped the edge of your mattress.

He thought back to when you’d decided to see each other exclusively, when he’d accused you of catching feelings. You weren’t the problem though, he was. He knew it now and he had known it then too, he was just in denial. He denied being jealous about Riley and Adrien too, but deep down he knew the truth. He just hated the idea of you being with anyone but him.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard you and Grace start yelling from across the hall. Rather than face his own feelings or try to sort himself out he got off the bed and went to join you. He leaned in the doorway while the two of you jumped around and squealed and hugged. Grace started tearing up and you spun each other around like some cheesy sitcom. Tom just smiled. He was happy he was there to see such a happy moment of yours. Whatever was going on with him was his problem, and he’d sort out his feelings some other time.

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Tom had gotten pretty emotional on his short drive home. His mind was reeling with what ifs and he wanted nothing more than to just shut it off. So he started packing up his surfboard as soon as he got home, hoping to hit the waves and clear his mind. He was planning on driving up to little north beach he sometimes took you to in hopes that he’d be the only one there. Harrison was at work and Adrien had been in his room when he got home so neither of them would try to tag along. Which was perfect, the last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone.

“Hey Tom,” Adrien stepped out into the garage while Tom was trying to quickly clean his board, “Can we talk for a minute?”

Tom fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t want to talk to anyone at the moment, but especially not him, “What’s up?”

“You know I’ve been thinking about the other days a-”

“I was kind of a dick, I know, sorry,” he apologized quickly, hoping to end the interaction as quickly as possible, “And I’m sorry for cutting you off too. I was just in a bad mood after all the flying.”

Adrien nodded, “Right, I get that…” he trailed off for a second, “Are you good man? You seem a little rushed. If you're running late or something I can just catch you later...”

“I’m fine,” he forced a smile, “There’s just supposed to be some really good waves tonight, I’m anxious to get out there.”

“I’ll make it fast then,” he cleared his throat, “Thanks for apologizing, I know I was kind of prying too, I shouldn't have done that, it’s just that…” he trailed off again, “Look you were right, I’m into (y/n). I just didn’t want to make things weird you know?”

Tom pursed his lips. He was tempted to yell, he couldn’t blame Adrien for developing feelings for you, but it still pissed him off, “Yeah, I figured. No offense, but you don’t hide it very well.”

“I know,” his cheeks tinted a few shades darker, “Look man, I was just trying to figure out what’s going on with you two cause I’m into her, and I wanna ask her out. I know you guys were hooking up and I wanted to make sure it was just that before I made any sort of move. And you know, I figured I should make sure that’s cool with you first so there’s not any sort of weird tension in the house,” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s not cool with me,” Tom gritted his teeth. He really wanted to yell at him but he tried his best to stay composed, “You barely know her, you just think she’s pretty.”

“That’s not true, we hung out while you and Haz were gone,” he argued, “I mean I always thought she was pretty sure, but helping her with all her application stuff made me really into her. I don’t know her as well as you sure, but the whole point of dating is to get to know someone better.”

“Well if you want my approval or something it’s not happening,” he shook his head and grabbed his board off the table, walking away to go strap it to his car. He hoped that would be the end of it.

“Why not?” Adrien pressed, “I mean I get it if you have feelings for her or something but-”

“I don’t,” he denied it quickly.

“Right, you’ve said that,” he pursed his lips, “I’m not gonna hurt her or anything if that’s what you're worried about.”

“Well that wasn’t even a thought until you brought it up,” he scoffed, “I think it’s a bad idea. Like you said, it’ll just make things tense. I’m not trying to be a douche here Adrien, just don’t do it. It’s not a good idea.”

“I wouldn’t be weird about it Tom, I know you guys were hooking up, it doesn’t bug me.”

“You’re saying that like you already know she’ll say yes,” Tom looked down at him from the top of his Jeep, “What I mean is that it’ll be weird and tense when she turns you down and then she comes over to see me. It’s best if you just try to move on.”

“You don’t know that,” he bit back.

“I do actually, so just drop it,” Tom swung into the driver's seat of his car, “Like I said, I don’t wanna be a douche here, but I will if you don’t back off.”

“Oh don’t worry you already are,” Adrien crossed his arms, “Whatever man, I was just giving you a heads up.”

Tom laughed. The idea of you two going out was so absurd to him that he didn’t know what else to do, “Right, well you let me know how that goes for you.”

“Yeah, whatever, have fun out there.”

“Oh I will,” he flashed a condescending smile, “I’ll see you when I get home.”

Adrien walked back inside without another word.

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wip Wednesday 

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Here’s a little snippet of the Christmas fic I’m working on for the Hallmark holiday movie, 911 fest woo! ❄️ (It’s AU so Buck and Maddie are working at a hotel and he’s just met Eddie, who immediately insisted on helping Buck put up Christmas lights so Buck isn’t doing it alone.)

Buck pulls on the lines that move the window washing rig and the man easily attaches lights to the molding on the ledge of the building. He’s quick and efficient, and probably has gloves that don’t let his hands freeze. It is definitely faster, and better, working with someone. 

“You can tell me anything,” the man says without looking at him. “If you want. If you need someone to talk to.”

Buck stares at him and isn’t sure he understands. Why would he offer that? How could anyone be okay listening to him ramble? Why would they want to listen? Could Buck really tell him anything? He probably could. They’re strangers. They’ll never see each other again. It won’t matter a few hours from now. 

Although, now that he’s been given free rein to talk about anything, he isn’t sure what to say. It’s easy to talk when it’s about nothing. When it seems personal but really isn’t. He kind of wants to admit something personal. Just so he can say he did it. Just to know what it feels like to actually be open and honest, and free with his heart. 

He used to be that way. Hopeful. He used to be like that. 

He hands the man another roll of lights and lets him finagle the clips and the bulbs into place while he leans against one side of the rig and takes weight off his bad leg. “You’re sure?” 

“I am. Go for it.”

Buck eyes him up and down. He’s such a weird rich person. Or maybe he’s just weird in general. No one wants to listen to Buck. Which, he always thought, was fair because wow can he ramble on about nothing when no one stops him. “Are you a shrink?”

The man makes a scrunched face like the very idea of such a thing smells worse than some of the rooms Maddie’s had to clean. “No. But I know what it’s like to keep everything bottled up until you want to scream. Or throw yourself off a building. As you seemed to have no problem doing. I figured it might help if you had someone who would listen.” 

Fair enough. Fuck, though. He’s not just hot, but he’s kind. And stubborn sure, but he seems so genuine. Buck’s met plenty of people who fake being attentive and interested, plenty of people who act honest and sympathetic but don’t really care and only want to use you. Plenty of them. Including his most recent ex. Thank fuck that’s over. 

This man doesn’t seem anything like that. He seems… too perfect to be real if Buck’s being honest. “Are you sure you’re not some kind of therapist?”

The man gives him a look and it has amusement in it even if he doesn’t actually smile. “I’m a veteran.” 

“Ohhh,” Buck gives him a grin to make up for it. “So you’ve seen some shit is what you’re telling me. I get it.” He moves their cart a little further and unwraps tangled wires from the barrel holding the Christmas lights so his helper can place them. 

“Something like that.” He hooks another light onto the ledge but it slips off. He frowns at it and it’s too ridiculously cute that Buck has to look away. 

“Okay, then. Since we’re here and we’ll never see each other again and you asked…” What can he say? What does he want to say? He didn’t actually think anything through and he never tells anyone about anything real or important. Maybe Maddie sometimes, but not often. She has enough of her own trauma to deal with. He watches the man clip on another hook and place another bulb and glance at Buck expectantly. And maybe there is something he can talk about. 

“Most people think I hate Christmas.” It’s small but it’s something. And it’s definitely not something he could tell Maddie. Christmas is her favorite. “A lot of things about the whole holiday season annoy me. There’s all the pressure around events and buying gifts and making everything perfect and spending time with family, and it’s only ever been another day to me. Even in my twenties, people liked to call me Scrooge and Grinch because I just. I don’t know. I was never raised with any religion or traditions or anything. My sister loves Christmas but we never… I only met her ten years ago. So I never really cared one way or the other about it for most of my life. All of my life.” 

The man stops hanging lights for a moment and looks over at him. Maybe he won’t think that sort of secret means anything. Maybe that’s part of why Buck chose it. But it’s more of his heart than he thinks he’s given anyone. 

Although… the way the man looks at him. It seems like he knows this or might understand it. Gently, he looks and gently, he says, “You never had a family. Or friends? Or people you love to spend it with?”

“I didn’t,” Buck shrugs. “But the thing is? I think the idea of it is nice. The sentiment of giving and kindness and peace and being with the people you love… I mean all of that is… It’s good. I like that part. When Maddie talks about why she loves Christmas, it makes me wish I could’ve had something like that. She had good Christmases with presents and fun decorating and making ornaments and cookies and watching cheesy movies and doing what she says are all the typical things. So, sometimes, when I hear about what it was like, I wish I hadn’t missed out. I wish I knew what it was like to enjoy Christmas.”

The man’s eyes are so deep and soft, Buck could swim and float and maybe never hurt again. He’d be weightless and protected. If all the warmth and gentleness in this man is true. But the man’s gaze goes somewhere and his face turns into a hard mask. “I had good Christmases. I had a lot of really good ones growing up. And I wish I could give that to my son. His mother also loved Christmas, and so he loves Christmas and I know he wants nothing more than to do all those fun Christmas activities and make those fun memories. And I wish I could give him that.”

Buck tips his head and wonders what changed, how it changed. “But you hate Christmas and everyone calls you Grinch, too, and now Santa will never visit your house and bring your son presents?”

The hint of something like a smile makes the corner of his lips curl ever so slightly. And wow, Buck did that. It feels unusual and unlikely and it’s infinitesimal, but it’s definitely there. “Something like that,” he says again in answer, then turns back to the ledge and their strings of lights.

#wip wednesday #jenwyn wip #fic: once upon a december #buddie wip #also I was going to make this G or T rated and then Buck was like fuck that have you seen him?? I'm THIRSTY 🥵 #*insert shrug emoji*