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jinwoosungs · 2 months

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- how they say goodnight to you -

featuring: gojo, geto, nanami, megumi, yuta

[ gojo ☽ ]

the moment gojo finds you already caught in a deep slumber was the only time he willingly remains quiet. his usually upbeat and cheerful voice being toned down into a hushed whisper of your name; the affection he felt for you being so evident and clear.

even his footsteps were lighter, tiptoeing across the hardwood flooring of your shared room as a soft smile graces his features. he carefully sheds off his clothes, never once looking away from the sight of your sleeping features. once he was comfortable enough, donning only a t-shirt and shorts, did he finally slide beneath the covers with you.

gojo feels the way you stir in your sleep, softly whispering to you how he was finally home to protect you from all the scary curses that go bump in the night. from beneath the pale lighting of the moon, he swore that he saw your sweet smile as you instinctively inched closer to him.

he wraps his arms around you, aquamarine eyes shining with absolute love and adoration, bringing you even closer to him when he wraps his arms around your back. his eyes slide shut while he allows his parted lips to meet with your forehead in a sweet kiss.

"goodnight, my love. i hope you have sweet dreams about me..."

[ geto ☽ ]

geto was never one to reject your need for affection, so when he heard your sweet voice calling out to him, asking if you could stay with him whilst he read-

who was he to deny his lover- of denying you of your wishes and desires?

so he extends his arms out to you, gaze appearing soft with an expression he only saves for you. during intimate moments like these, where it seems like it was just you and him against the world, geto knew that he could remain vulnerable with you.

for not only did he trust you with his heart, but his soul as well.

he basks in your purrs of his name, settling yourself atop his lap, the sensation feeling pure and familiar, like coming home. geto allows the tip of his nose to grace at your soft strands of hair before opening his book, reading to you, allowing his rich voice to fill at your ears.

geto had gotten perhaps 3 pages into reading the novel aloud when the sudden sounds of a soft snore was heard coming from below him. moving the novel to the side, he looks down at you with a tranquil expression, realizing that you had just fallen asleep on him.

"my my, what am i going to do with you?" he chuckles to himself softly before leaning in to press his lips against your cheek.

"rest well... i'll be here when you awaken."

[ nanami ☽ ]

feeling guilty for always coming home so late, it was truly nanami's decision to take some time off work and spend the day with you-

after all, it's what you deserved.

he swore that he lived to see you the joy paint your beautiful features, basking in the sounds of your laughter as you jumped into his arms. nanami would let out a soft chuckle while saying your name, allowing your infectious happiness to seep into him.

nanami, being the wonderful boyfriend that he always was, spends the day absolutely spoiling you. he takes you to your favorite restaurant and allows you to buy anything you wished to buy, stopping by your favorite stores while holding all of your bags.

never once did he complain, being so utterly in love with you that he felt fulfilled by just seeing your smile alone.

he ends up completing the day by sharing a bath with you, taking his time washing your beautiful form while lathering shampoo within your hair. as he continues to wash your body, he felt you slumping forward, nearly landing face first within the warm waters had he not caught you in time.

nanami calls out your name in a bit of a panic, "honey, are you alright?!"

only when he hears you letting out a yawn did he visibly relax, resting his back against the tub while chuckling. "i'm sorry, honey, are you getting sleepy?" his voice was filled with mirth when he presses a kiss against your bare shoulder.

"mhmm, just a little bit, ken..."

without saying another word, he wraps his arms around your front, bringing your naked back closer to his chest as he presses kisses against your damp skin.

"go ahead and rest, love... i won't be going anywhere anytime soon... i love you."

[ megumi ☽ ]

because megumi could finally enjoy the weekend, taking a break from classes, he decided to humor you and spend the night staying up watching b-rated horror films with you on your laptop.

none of the jumpscares particularly scared him, and in fact, he found it amusing to hear your laughter at the poorly edited effects. each time you would point at your screen, megumi would simply roll his eyes in response, but inevitably brings you into his arms.

he continues cuddling you even when you both decided to lie down against his mattress. with the scent of your hair overtaking his senses, megumi quickly loses interest in the movie and decides to press lingering kisses against the back of your neck instead.

you didn't seem to mind his kisses, still watching the movie with glee. he basks in your soft giggles, and rewards the sounds of your happiness with even more soft kisses against your skin.

when the movie ends, megumi was the first to sit up, eyes seeing the credits roll when he asks what you would like to watch next. he frowns a bit, not feeling even the slightest twitch coming from you.

feeling panicked, megumi calls out your name while gently shaking you, only to be met with the sounds of your soft snoring. a relief was felt coursing through him when he visibly relaxes.

"i can't believe you fell asleep on me, dummy."

you showed no signs of hearing him, which was perfectly fine in megumi's book, since this meant he could cuddle and spoil you with his kisses without completely embarrassing himself.

letting out a huff, megumi goes back to holding you, pressing your back against his chest once more as his lips worked on kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder.

"goodnight..." his soft voice was heard, allowing the single phrase of i love you to linger within the night air.

[ yuta ☽ ]

yuta found that he couldn't sleep, knowing how much he upset you earlier.

you had gotten into an argument, your insecurities seeming to run at an all time high as you had somehow convinced yourself that yuta stopped loving you because you seldom saw him anymore. he does his best to tell you that he has been keeping busy with his work as a special grade sorcerer; that such distance wasn't anything purposeful on his part-

apparently, that was not the answer you wished to hear.

in a fit of anger, you demand that he sleep on the couch, not wishing him to share the bed with you. because of his shock, yuta ends up remaining rooted to the spot, unable to move.

you had never once kicked him out of your shared room, and the fact that you were doing so now was a clear indication that he had messed up. when he didn't move, you finally acted by tossing a pillow and a thin blanket his way, forcing yuta to hide his hurtful expression as he left for the living room.

he was uncertain with how much time has passed, with the moon already hanging high in the night sky, painting his world in melancholic hues of blue. yuta hated being away from you; he hated hearing the sounds of your soft sobs and how it twisted at his heart so effortlessly.

even when he was caught in misery, he knew he had to make it up to you when morning came, with his mind racing, thinking about all the things he could do to make you smile again.

in the midst of his reveries, he freezes upon hearing the way your bedroom door opens. waiting with bated breath, yuta didn't even dare to move when he catches the familiar sight of your figure coming out of the bedroom and approaching him.

his eyes were wide, seeing you holding your own blanket close to your chest. and your eyes were still rimmed red due to your tears, making yuta call out your name with concern.

you remain silent, simply landing on top of yuta as he lets out an audible groan in response. you bury your head within his chest, and somehow- somehow, yuta knew that all was forgiven.

he allows his arms to wrap themselves around your back, the movement being as natural as breathing to him.

"i still don't forgive you."

"uh huh."

"'m only doing this because i can't sleep."

"yeah, i know baby."

"i'm still mad."

yuta couldn't help but chuckle, hearing the pout in your voice when he leans in to press a kiss against your hair, "how about i make it up to you? would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?"

his smile was a triumphant one, feeling your nods against his skin.

"breakfast at your favorite café?"

"and lunch at that beef bowl place while finishing with dinner at my favorite sushi restaurant."

"you got it baby, you got it." yuta lets out a light laughter, evident of the relief he felt as he continued to hold you within his embrace.

he waits for your breathing to slowly even out, drawing imaginary shapes against your back while whispering your name like a reverent prayer.

"goodnight, baby... i hope you know that i will always love you unconditionally..."

a.n. - because i would love to be kissed goodnight by my favorite jjk men 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okktosu x you #gojo satoru fluff #geto suguru fluff #nanami kento fluff #megumi fushiguro fluff #yuta okkotsu fluff #.stories

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sweatygrealish · 3 years

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just a dream (jack grealish x reader)

word count: 1612

warnings: bit angsty.

sorry for any mistakes, I finished this along with a bottle of wine :)

He was sitting opposite you in the living-room, nervously fumbling with the hem of his t-shirt. It was an absolutely odd thing for him to do, and it worried you.

“I need to tell you something,” he began, not being able to look you in the eye. You needed him to say it, as soon as possible, so the emotion that was nearly choking you to unconsciousness could finally break free from your throat.

“What is it, Jack?” You demanded to know, your voice thick with impatience and fear. It was nearly unbearable.

“I slept with someone else.”

There it was. What had been hovering above your relationship for quite a few weeks now was out. It sat there, comfortably, between you and your long term boyfriend of five years, staring at you with a dead serious, almost threatening stare.

“So you don’t love me anymore.” You stated a fact. It wasn’t a question, nor an assumption, just a simple fucking fact.

Jack’s face lost all its colour. His open mouth closed and opened again, you could see him swallow hardly, his Adams apple bobbing up and down.

“Of course I love you, baby. That hasn’t changed, I-“ he tried to continue but you cut him off.

“No, Jack. You don’t. You don’t do something like this to someone you love.” You rose from your seat, noticing how weird your body felt, how much every fibre of your soul was hurting. Almost, your knees gave in, gave up carrying your body’s weight, the weight of your pain. Jack stood up with you, reaching out for your hands, but you were quick to withdraw them.

You walked a few steps back to the living-room door which led to the hall. With trembling hands you got a hold of the baseball bat which you always kept hidden behind the curtain, in case of a burglary when Jack was away. Jack watched with wide, incredulous eyes when you lunged out, aiming for the way too big and expensive TV he always spent too much time in front of anyway.

Shooting Jack one last glance,

you woke up.

Lying on your back, your pyjama and the bed sheets were clinging to your sweaty skin. You could literally see your heartbeat hammering through your chest so furiously it nearly hurt.

You were hurt. Hurt by the man sleeping soundly next to you with his warm hand resting on your belly. His mouth hung slightly open and his eyelashes fluttered delicately with the subtle movements of his eyes beneath closed lids.

6:32 am.

You gulped painfully. Your mouth was dry.

Carefully not to wake your boyfriend, you sneaked out of bed and grabbed a cardigan from the chair next to your dresser, tiptoeing out of the room. You knew Jack’s alarm clock would go off at eight, that gave you 90 minutes to pull yourself together. Of course you didn’t want to let a stupid dream ruin your day.

Upon going downstairs, you couldn’t ignore the urge to check the living-room in order to see if the TV was okay. It was fine. Everything was fine. You kept repeating the sentence inside your head like a mantra before brewing yourself a cup of tea.

Jack opened his eyes just two minutes before his alarm would wake him up. He grumbled something before discovering your empty, cold half of the bed. He sat up and frowned- you were usually up before him but most of the time, especially on a Saturday, he would wake up to you reading a book or checking your phone.

His gruff morning voice called out your name but no response came. Jack sighed and shuffled into the bathroom to get ready, hoping to find you downstairs when he was finished.

He did. You were in the middle of making breakfast, the heavenly smell of eggs wafted through the hall when he entered the kitchen, smiling.

“G’mornin’ love.”

“Good morning,” you half smiled, letting him pull you into his side.

“You’re up early,” he pointed out as he gratefully accepted a cup of tea from you, adding, “didn’t sleep well?”

He really knew you like the back of his hand. There wasn’t a chance you could hide something from him.

“Just woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” You couldn’t look at him any more, afraid to give away too many of your thoughts. Worrying him about something like a stupid nightmare wasn’t something you were keen on doing right before an important training session of his.

You noticed he wasn’t satisfied with your answer, so you quickly handed him a plate with eggs on toast before he could ask any further questions.

“Thanks, you’re the best,” he smiled before his soft lips brushed your cheek.

During breakfast you had the strange feeling he was eyeing you very carefully. You hardly looked up from your plate to avoid any awkward moments or questions. For the first time in years, you just wanted him to leave for training so you could manage sorting your thoughts and emotions. You weren’t able to do that when he was staring at you from across the dining table, probably wondering what the fuck was wrong with you.

He knew something was definitely wrong. He wasn’t stupid. Maybe he was lacking intelligence as in cognition and logic, conversely his emotional intelligence was impressively high. So when it was time for him to go, your pulse quickened inevitably once again.

“You sure you’re okay?” Jack searched your face for any kind of hint, a blink of an eye, a frown, a wrinkle. But you kept it under control, nodding and just swallowing everything instead of spitting it out. You were sure it would all go away eventually before he came home in the afternoon.

“Alright. See you later. Miss you already.” He pecked your lips, mouth lingering a little too long for such an innocent kiss, and briefly tapped your nose with his index finger.

“Yeah, enjoy training.” Your reply was half-hearted and both of you were aware. Jack smiled awkwardly and approached the door, unsure weather to assure himself once more that, apparently, nothing was wrong. He decided against it, waving one last time, before shutting the door behind him.

Training was tough. Jack checked the time unusually often along with his phone for a message from you. A life sign, any sign to soothe his nerves. But- nothing. It was just agonizing- being absolutely sure that something wasn’t quite right but being absolutely clueless about what it could be.

He couldn’t run as fast as he wanted, couldn’t kick the ball as hard as he wanted, couldn’t mess around with his team mates.

All he wanted was get home to you, engulf you in his arms for the entire night and stroke your hair.

Finally it was time to go home. Jack was annoyed that he had to run some errands before eventually getting home, time that separated him from you furthermore. Stupid errands like stopping for gas and picking up his suit from the dry cleaners.

His pulse was racing unusually fast at parking the car in the driveway. Because he didn’t know what to expect, a feeling of insecurity was spreading in his chest.

Jack opened the front door and found the house practically silent, and for a split second he wondered if you were even there. After having closed the door he was able to make out a sound from the kitchen that could’ve been music from the distance. In search of the source, he strode through the rooms until he reached the back garden. He spotted you huddled up in a blanket with a glass of wine in hand, staring into the distance.

“Hey.”

Your head turned towards him with a weak smile.

“Hey.”

“Can I join you?”

You simply nodded, making some space for him on the lounger. For a moment, you just sat there in silence.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly said, nearly whispered.

Jack looked at you, his eyes full of worry.

“I’m sorry for being so distant today. It wasn’t fair on you. I’ve had a nightmare last night. You told me that you’d slept with someone else.”

Your words were lingering in the air like puffed out cigarette smoke. Jack didn’t know what to do, all the things he wanted to say weren’t coming together into a proper sentence. So instead, he wrapped both his arms tightly around you and pulled you into him.

It was the best reaction to your “confession” you could’ve wished for. Sometimes, silence indeed spoke louder than words.

“You know I’d never do that to you. Don’t you?” Jack whispered after a while.

A single tear rolled down your cheek, landing on his hand, “I know.”

You were still looking straight ahead, feeling his burning gaze on your face, not yet able to face him fully.

“Nightmares suck,” Jack muttered against your temple, his thumb stroking circles on the back of your hand, “everything’s alright, love. I’m here for you.”

In that moment, you were so thankful for him, so so thankful. You broke free from his grasp slightly to look into his hopeful eyes. There was a sparkle in them, along with one particular emotion, so visible it was impossible to miss.

Love.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you this morning. I felt stupid.”

Jack’s big, strong hands framed your face as he knocked his forehead against yours.

“It’s fine.” As soon as the words had left his lips, he kissed you tenderly, gently sucking your bottom lip. Without hesitation you kissed him back, sighing deeply in happiness.

You really were so lucky to have him.

#jack grealish #jack grealish x reader #mason mount #jack grealish imagine #england nt

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jeonsjiddies · 3 years

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Show Me | pjm (m)

Summary - Jimin shows you how good he can make you feel.

Word Count - 2146

Pairing - Jimin x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings - penetrative sex, exhibitionism, voyerism, dirty talk, dom jimin

a/n - another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

“This project will be worth 30% of your grade.“

A normal Wednesday morning in your government class just got a little more interesting.

“I assigned you partners,“ the professor continued as a collective groan echoed through the classroom.

“Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung.”

Jungkook and Tae high fived.

“Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi.”

“Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon.”

Hoseok whooped quietly, grinning at Namjoon

“Y/N and Park Jimin.” She said and you froze, glancing over at the notorious bad boy who raised an eyebrow at you, as one corner of his mouth tilted up.

You couldn’t focus on the rest of the names that she read off because you were too busy panicking. How did you end up paired with Jimin? Was the teacher trying to kill you? You had nothing against the blonde haired risk-taker, quite the opposite. You had a huge crush on Jimin. From his long soft, pushed back locks, to his shimmering brown eyes, to his freakishly large thighs and strong frame. He was terrifyingly attractive, sex on legs, and you were nervous as hell to work with him.

“Please get together with your partners and discuss your strategies for this assignment.”

Jimin smiled that devilish smile, beckoning you over with one finger. You gathered your books and stood, walking on wobbly legs towards the sinfully gorgeous boy.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you tried to sound normal.

“Don’t be scared, princess. I don’t bite - hard,” he grinned, sensing your uneasiness.

He leaned far into your personal space as he said it and you noticed the tangy scent of his cologne as you sucked in a breath. He even smelled like heaven.

“I’m- I’m not,” you said quietly.

“You seem pretty nervous to me. Listen, just because I’ve got a reputation doesn’t mean I’m some lawless thug who-“

“No! I don’t think that!” you interjected, “I don’t have anything against you or your reputation.”

“Then why are you acting like you could jump up and flee out the nearest exit if I move too fast?” he accused.

“Social anxiety.”

“Oh,” he said, The guilt apparent on his features.

“Yeah. So which amendment did you want to start with?” you asked, getting focused and trying not to sniff him; he smelled so good.

20 minutes later, you’d both picked out which amendments you’d be showcasing as having a lasting impact on the country, and which ones seemed out of date. The bell rang and you stood up to leave when Jimin placed a hand on your arm, his fingers on your bare skin burned in a delightful way.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I… I'm just so tired of being looked down on for where I come from,” he explained.

“I could never look down on you, Jimin. You’re too tall,” you joked, earning a rare Jimin genuine smile, “ should we exchange numbers so we can work on the project?“

“Oh don’t worry y/n, I’ll find you,” He grinned deviously.

You flushed, watching him saunter down the hallway.

You organized records in alphabetical order a few nights later at your afterschool job. You didn’t hear the doorbell chime, so you nearly peed your pants when a soft, sultry voice whispered in your ear.

“Told you I’d find you.”

You whirled around, coming face to face with Jimin. He was dangerously close to you, if you just used your tiptoes, you could kiss him. Your heart beat like a hummingbirds in your chest.

“Hi,” you breathed out in a whisper.

“Hi,” he whispered back, gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips.

His tongue danced across his own lips, and he started to lean in. The doorbell chimed, breaking the spell you’d both been under and he stepped back quickly.

“So um, maybe tomorrow after school, you could come over and work on the government project?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, sounds good. Can I ride with you though? I’m saving up for a car,” you looked down.

“Sure, meet me by the front door after your last lecturel.”

You watched him walk out the door, letting out the breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding.

You anxiously bounced your leg up and down during the last class of the day. You have been on edge all day. You were going to Jimin’s place. Would his roommates be home? Did he have roommates? Would you two be alone? So many of your naughty dreams had taken place in this seemingly imaginary place and this place was about to be real. You knew nothing sexual was actually going to happen, but you were still so nervous. The bell rang and you jumped out of your skin. It was time. You gathered your things, and walked to the front door, where Jimin was waiting for you. Hoseok and Jin were by his side, all of them laughing.

“Hey y/n,” Jimin smiled.

“Hey Y/N,” Jin and Hoseok said at the same time, both of them shouting “jinx!”

You giggled and waved hello. Jimin threw an arm around your shoulders and walked with you to his bike. All eyes were on you, questions swimming through the halls of your university. People whispered to their friends and stared and ashamed.

“Everyone’s looking at us,” you whispered .

“Good,” he winked and helped you onto the bike.

You pressed your body close to his, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He sped out of the parking lot, leaving the spectators in the dust. You buried your head into his back, trying not to watch the lines on the road flash by. When he pulled up to the apartment complex, you didn’t let go for a moment.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just give me a second. I’m a little woozy.”

He got off the bike and looked at you for a moment, then picked you up and carried you inside.

“Put me down!” you shriek-laughed.

“Didn’t want you to stumble since you were ‘woozy’,” he shrugged, plopping you into the couch.

You hated to admit it, but being held in his lean, strong arms make you feel alive, like adrenaline have been shot straight into your heart. You already missed the warm, safe feeling. You sighed.

“So… hungry? Thirsty?”

“I’m okay, thanks,” you smiled and he sat next to you on the couch, far too close but not nearly close enough.

As you typed out which amendments were outdated, you were hyper aware of Jimins’ every movement. It was driving you crazy, being so close to him. You both chatted about random topics, as you worked. About halfway through, you stood up to stretch and take a break, as did Jimin. You took a step towards the kitchen for some water, tripping over your backpack, but Jimin’s strong arms darted out to catch you. Your hands on his chest, his arms around you, that’s where it really began. You were being electrocuted by his touch. You both stayed like that, lost in each other’s eyes.

Jimin moved in slow motion, lips barely grazing yours in feather soft brushes. Gentle, sweet. You were floating on air. Then, the wild fire broke out, Jimin’s lips crashing down on yours with so much need and desire, you could barely keep up. He shoved you against a wall, hands roaming everywhere on your body, lighting you ablaze. You moaned into his mouth, able to stop it. His hands on your body sent you into another level of lust, another level of craving him. He bit down harshly on your neck creating a gasp from you. He blew cold air on it, licking the sore red spot. The stinging turned to tingling, sending shivers down your spine.

“Everyone’s going to see these tomorrow know that you’re mine,” he pulled your hips closer roughly.

“I’ve been watching you, princess. I’ve seen you in those pretty little skirts, completely unaware of all the boys watching you. Unaware of what you’re doing. Teasing. I’ve wanted this from the day I laid eyes on you. So many nights alone I would think of your pretty plump lips wrapped around my cock,” he groaned.

His words had you soaking.

“Why did you wait?”

“Didn’t think you’d want someone like me,” he shrugged.

“Do you know how many nights I’ve touched myself to the thought of you, Jimin? How many times I’ve moaned your name, wishing your hands were the ones touching me? You’re so sexy, so brave. I’ve wanted you inside me for so long,” you whispered hotly

“You got off thinking about me?”

You bit your lip, nodding.

“Show me,” he grinned mischievously.

You bravely took his hand and had him guide you to his room. You crawled onto his bed as he stood, watching you. Your eyes locked on his, you began undressing. Slowly, you removed everything you were wearing, your hands going to your breasts. You kneaded them, rolling your nipple between your forefinger and thumb.

“Mmm...” you closed your eyes, lolling your head back, “Fuck, Jimin.”

Your hands slowly traveled down your body, until they landed by your aching heat. Your fingers danced along your slit, then you pushed one inside yourself, arching your back and groaning as you circled it around your clit. Jimin’s breath hitched as he watched you pleasure yourself for him. You added another finger, pumping it in and out slowly, squirming on Jimin’s bed. You’d done this a thousand times, but with Jimin’s face watching your every move, it was so much more thrilling, it was erotic. You began moving your fingers faster, his name falling from your lips as you got closer, your orgasm crashing over you.

“Mmm… oh gosh, Jimin,” you moaned loudly, eyes connected with his, and you could hear his heavy breathing.

You lay there, naked body on full display for Jimin. His eyes had darkened, his deep brown now resembling black.

“Shit princess, that was so fucking sexy,“ he groaned, stepping towards the bed, “but I can make you feel even better.”

“Show me,” you purred.

Jimin sprang into action, flinging his shirt off and unbuckling his jeans faster than you’d ever seen anyone move. Down to his boxers, he crawled on top of you, kissing you rough and deep and so good. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. His boxer-covered erection ground against your dripping core and you groaned.

“You like that baby? Like how my big fat cock feels against that tight little pussy?” He moaned in your ear.

“Yes, fuck,” you whimpered, “Jimin, I need you.”

Jimin grabbed a condom from inside his night stand and slipped it on quickly, aligning himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed in, and oh gosh it stung. He was so big. He lay still for a moment, watching your face for a sign you were ready to move. When you nodded, he slowly pulled out of you, then gently thrust back in. The stinging turned to this amazing, warm, delicious feeling and Jimin started moving faster, whispering dirty things in your ear, telling you how good you felt around him.

“So beautiful, you take it so good baby,” he encouraged you, but you couldn’t answer. You were a moaning mess underneath him.

Jimin hit every good spot, and knew exactly what he was doing as he pounded into you, and you’d never felt such bliss in your life. The fire deep inside of you was one that you weren’t sure could be quenched. He filled you up so completely, bringing you absolute ecstasy. Jimin was made to fuck, and he was amazing at it. You writhed underneath him, unable to keep still from the insane amounts of pleasure coursing through you. You knew you were close, and so did Jimin, his hand reaching down to draw figure 8’s on your clit. When your orgasm came, it was like the entire world was shaking. You screamed out his name, back aching into his body, feeling like your soul was leaving yours. You were flying. You felt high. Jimin filled the condom seconds later, panting as his body collapsed on top of yours. He rolled next to you and gathered you in his arms.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Agreed,” you nodded, snuggling into his embrace.

He smirked, and kissed your cheek. You blushed and hid your face in his neck, making him laugh.

“How can you be shy after all that?”

“Shut up,” you mumbled into his skin.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly.

“Hmmm?”

“I want you, all the time. I don’t want to have to let you go after this, will you be mine?” he asked, and when you were quiet ( simply because you were in shock) he added “I promise I’ll treat you right, like you deserve.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, smiling at him as you nodded, telling him you would be his.

“Show me.”

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karasimpno · 3 years

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Hi can I request a short drabble about how everyone thinks suga is innocent but in a threesome with daichi he's the one sittung in a chair telling you and daichi what to do pleaseee

I love your writing 🥺🌌

Oh wow this made my mouth water this morning.... this was low down in my inbox but I saw it and I was suddenly like..... oh..... of COURSE

Also omg thank you that’s so sweet of you!!! I love hearing that <3 :)

Suga x Daichi x CisFem!Reader

Contains: voyeurism, dom/sub dynamics, oral (f receiving), hint of breath play but not really? (suggestion of being out of breath), orgasm denial, suggestion of either anal or dp who knows!!! Thank u to @bluntkingkuroo for beta reading!!!

You find yourself gasping, unable to catch your breath as your hips stutter clumsily across Daichi’s again, and again, and -

“Again,” comes the cool voice from behind you. You feel your heart pound in your chest and you obey, your sweet core gushing over the unbelievable thickness filling you as you buck your hips once more.

It had been his idea.

You were out for a fun night of drinking and clubbing with the old Karasuno team, many of them in town for various holiday breaks. Tanaka and Noya had been ribbing Suga, giving him a hard time about what he must be like in bed.

“Oh please, I bet you Suga’s even more vanilla than Yamaguchi,” Tanaka smirked confidently, taking a swig of his beer.

The silver-haired former setter just laughed softly, his lips quirking slightly as he knowingly caught your eye over the rim of his drink. You gulped down some of your own beverage and looked away, afraid you would laugh or somehow give him away.

You had graduated with the guys, but it wasn’t until after you’d gone off to college that returning to your hometown held an extra special appeal. One night when you were home for the summer, after a couple of drinks, things had gotten a little handsy with Suga, and your friendship quickly became one with an impressive array of benefits.

“Yeah - honestly Suga, what’s your body count even? Do teachers even get laid?” Noya laughed, a little more obnoxiously than he would sober.

“Alright, alright,” Daichi said paternally, “we don’t go around talking about your sex lives, do we?” his voice was dry, but you had also noticed him avoiding Suga’s gaze.

Daichi, another close friend, had only grown more muscular since joining the police force. You knew there had always been a spark between him and Suga, and you silently wondered whether anything had ever happened between them. They probably wouldn’t have told you because you three had been so close in high school. You laughed at Daichi’s remark, tearing your gaze away from his impressive biceps, still just as authoritative as ever.

“No, ‘cause you don’t have to. It’s practically the first thing out of their mouths,” you teased with a smirk, elbowing Noya, who pretended to be more hurt than he was.

Shot after shot and before you knew it, you were on the dance floor, sandwiched tightly between Daichi—your hips rolling back into him as he wrapped his arm around your waist—and Suga, your knees interlacing as you ground your crotches against each other, his dark eyes dangerously close to your face. In other words: you were exactly where you wanted to be.

Suga was being a tease, a playful smile on his lips as he watched you undulate your torso into him over and over in an attempt to get closer to him. He kept his lips just out of reach, but you didn’t mind - you smiled at his games and played right along, your nose brushing with his as you danced.

Daichi’s firm chest pressed into you, heat flooding your back as Suga’s lean forearms came up to rest on your shoulders, his hands reaching beyond you to caress Daichi. You very nearly shuddered at the responsive snap from the hips behind you - strong and staccato in contrast to Suga’s sensual sway. Daichi reached past you and placed a firm hand on Suga’s side, squeezing it roughly and pulling it closer to you.

Leaning your head back onto Daichi’s shoulder, you caught the intense stare that Suga met him with, and you had a feeling you knew where the evening was going. You felt your heart race a little as the two men’s lips connected over your shoulder, Daichi’s chest pressing into you as Suga pulled him closer. You let out a sigh that would probably have been closer to a moan if the music weren’t so loud.

The tangling of Daichi and Suga’s lips was so hot, so practiced, that you were almost certain your sneaking suspicion was true: Suga had benefits with both of his good friends. Inhaling, you placed a hand on both their cheeks, calling their attention back to you as their hungry mouths broke apart. Both their eyes were dark with lust, and a wicked smile had spread across Suga’s lips, one of his greatest fantasies coming true just as he had hoped.

And that’s how you find yourself completely naked with Daichi’s full length suctioned into your gummy walls, heat flooding your body as you feel Suga’s eyes on you both.

You had felt smug, getting the attention of the two men in the back of car ride on the way to Suga’s place. But walking in the front door, as the two men shot each other heavy, meaningful glances, you had decided you wanted your share of the affection. Your eyes first landed on the thick ropes of muscle connecting Daichi’s shoulders to his neck. You zeroed in on your target, knowing what it would do to Suga. From behind him, you had draped your arms over his shoulders, standing up on your tiptoes to place a wet kiss to the corner of his jaw, maintaining your eye contact with Suga all the while. He merely smirked, disentangling himself from the grip Daichi had on his hand. Suga’s eyelids lowered as his pupils widened with lust. You grinned at his reaction, pulling back your lips to scrape your teeth gently down the side of Daichi’s neck. Rolling his hips to feel more of you, his arms came back, squeezing any part of you he could get his hands on.

Suga had always talked about this fantasy of his. Seeing his two friends with benefits, well, benefiting each other? It was a dream. But you knew what he really wanted.

“So you want to play it that way, hm? Giving Dai all the attention?” he crooned, the threat of impending authority dripping from his voice. It sent shivers to your core; you could already feel Daichi melting beneath you. Whether it was from Suga’s words or your tongue, however, you couldn’t be sure.

“Get on the bed,” it wasn’t a request, and it made your heart pound.

Daichi moved so quickly your jaw nearly dropped. Before you could even move towards the bed, he was crawling over it, pulling his shirt over his head. Your eyes fluttered to see the rippling of his toned chest, the mere sight of him luring you to the bed with greater force than Suga’s words. Was he always this pliant with Suga? you wondered.

Suga knew what you liked, and it certainly wasn’t the vanilla any of his former teammates had suggested. Something about that man unlocked something animalistic in you - he knew exactly what he was dealing with.

Pretending to ignore Suga’s presence, you followed suit, climbing over the bed to seek out Daichi’s lips. But before you could indulge in the sloppy kiss that was calling your name from the flex of his muscles, you were interrupted by the soft voice of your original lover.

“Make her pant, Dai. If she’s able to catch her breath, you’re not doing enough,” Suga had said calmly, having settled into an armchair perfectly placed to provide an optimal view of your activities on the bed. You grinned at his position, loving the idea that he would just watch while you and Daichi pleasured each other. You couldn’t wait until you knew you would be able to hear the sweet tension in his voice, strained over the sound of skin on skin as he got off to two of his best friends getting each other off.

But so distracted were you by your racing heart and the situation that you found so enticing, you just about had the wind knocked out of you, taken by surprise when Daichi’s strong hands pounced on you in acquiescence of Suga’s instruction, throwing you into the mattress before kissing you breathless. It took you a moment to recover, but when you did, you were overwhelmed by the musky taste of Daichi in and against your mouth and the heady pleasure of his knee pressed between your legs. His change in demeanor was so shocking that you found yourself moaning at the contact. Soon, you couldn’t keep your hands off of his muscles, your fingertips working – and sometimes scratching – into the impossibly toned flesh of his back.

“Daichi,” Suga’s voice rang out. There was no command attached to it, but the muscular man above you acted as if trained to do so, instantly kissing your neck, pulling your blouse off as he tongued and bit his way down your torso, lighting up a trail of heat that shot straight to your already-soaked panties, every nerve standing on end.

As Daichi’s head progressed further down your chest, making quick work of your skirt, you were able to get a clearer view of Suga from where he sat, his erection pressing painfully against his pants. His fists were clenched firmly on top of his knees and though he was trying to maintain an air of unaffectedness, you could see the way his shoulders were beginning to rise and fall with more frequency. You smiled lightly, blissfully, and made a point to keep eye contact with him, making sure he could see your reaction to every single one of Daichi’s caresses, sometimes letting out soft “oh”s or moans or screwing up your eyebrows in pleasure, just for him. Suga swallowed before you realized you had become so focused on Suga that your attention on Daichi had wavered. You gasped when you felt his broad tongue swipe a messy lick up the cotton of your panties. That took your attention off Suga, making you miss the utterly delicious smile that your reaction had evoked from him.

Slightly shocked at Daichi’s boldness, you had let out an airy laugh when he used his teeth to pull the material down your legs, completely exposing you to both the men in the room. From your periphery, Suga visibly shuddered and you were sure you saw a hand dart to his crotch.

Daichi’s eyes were hooded and hungry, drinking you all in as he hovered over you. Biting his lip, he ran experimental fingertips up your shin, tickling you in their wake.

“Put your feet flat on the bed,” Suga said, still calm but with a strained edge to his voice. Your eyes rolled over to him, a little annoyed at being the only completely naked one in the room, not an article of clothing missing from the watching party.

“What, and who’s gonna make me? You?” you challenged, meeting his gaze.

“No,” he said with a grin, “but he will—” Suga didn’t even need to tell Daichi what he wanted. Before he had even finished his sentence, you felt two large, calloused hands grip your ankles, pushing roughly upwards and forcing your knees to bend with the angle. You found your feet planted flat on the bed, just as Suga had commanded.

Within moments, Daichi’s face was between your legs, his tongue laving over your sweet folds and taking you in, sending tremors of pleasure up through your body. He wasn’t quite as good with his tongue as Suga, but his fingers were so much thicker that their presence was just as appreciated.

It’s not until what feels like hours of pleasure and panting and passion later that Suga finally lets you slide down on Daichi’s cock. Wickedly, he only lets you top Daichi like he knows you’ve wanted all night when he’s sure you know who’s really in charge.

“Fuck, baby, just like that.”

So lost in your own pleasure, you’re not sure whether the voice comes from the man below you or the man to your side, stroking his cock to the sight of you bouncing on his best friend and lover. Your ears are filled with the lewd squelching sound of your movements, all your concentration centered on the way your palms rest against Daichi’s toned chest, struggling to keep your balance as your mind fills with a lusty haze. Daichi’s eyebrows are screwed up in pleasure, and you feel like you could practically drool, your body’s strength beginning to falter.

You’re too absorbed in the intensity of the stretch inside you to pay much mind to the sound of movement off to the side of the bed, though still keenly aware of how hot Suga’s penetrating gaze makes you feel.

Suddenly, lithe, smooth hands are wrapping around your waist and you cry out with pleasure at the shock of the unexpected gentle contact. In an instant, Suga’s now-bare chest is pressed to your back and you keen openly from how overwhelming it is to be touched in so many ways by two very different men. Already trembling from the thickness of Daichi’s cock inside you, you feel as though your body will give out, pleasure surging through you as Suga’s hands creep up to play with your pert nipples. A blinding white light plays at the edges of your vision, a euphoria rising through your throat just before—

A strong, slender hand pushes down hard on your back, sending your chest tumbling over Daichi’s, effectively ripping your climax from you and causing you to cry out in both shock and frustration. The hand on your back lightly traces down to your backside.

“I hope there’s still enough room for me?” Suga asks, his voice saccharine sweet.

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cablesscutie · 3 years

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ZKDD Day 19: Crashing Waves

For @favlie - a New Year’s kiss for you!

It is not the New Year for Katara. For the Southern Water Tribe, the year had started moons ago on the solstice, with the first hint of sunrise after The Longest Night. But here in the Fire Nation, the year is beginning now with the end of the rainy season. Everywhere she looks, the land is a green so vibrant that it nearly hurts to look at. Flowers are shaking raindrops from their petals and every path is dotted with little verdant shoots peeking up from under and around stones. After months of so much gray, the ocean seems to glitter especially bright on Ember Island, where Zuko has brought her to celebrate.

“We put out candles everywhere,” he tells her. “The altars people keep for ancestors or house gods get lit up, and then people send these little boats out to sea or release lanterns into the sky if they aren’t near the coast.”

“Wow,” she says, feeling a little in awe of the spectacle of it all. In her mind’s eye, she can already see the glittering lights.

“Trust me, however beautiful you’re imagining it, it’s more,” Zuko promises, his smile wide and easy - boyish in a way he so rarely seems anymore. “It’s my favorite holiday.”

“I can’t wait,” she says, and kisses his cheek, then lets him pull her towards the florist stand to pick flowers to decorate the fragile wooden boat.

By sunset, when it is time to bid the old year goodbye, their final creation is flecked with white and yellow blossoms, the petals like licking candle flames already. As they prepare to make their way down to the familiar private beach, Zuko cradles it gently in his hands, Katara’s arm linked with his. Their feet press into the soft sand, as they walk down to the waterline. The shore as far as she can see is already flooded with tiny flickering lights as people release their boats, and from the center of the island, streams of lanterns trickle up, up, up into the sky, like early stars. They wade into the surf, Katara’s skirt tied up at her hip, and she can see Zuko trying not to stare too much at how much of her legs are exposed.

“Come on,” she laughs, trying to tug him in deeper, maybe coax him into a late night swim, but he stands firm.

“We have to stay here.”

“Is this tradition, or is the Fire Lord just scared to get a little wet?” she asks, kicking a small spray of water at him. He laughs and dodges half-heartedly.

“It actually is tradition. We need to stay where the waves are breaking so we can jump over them and make our wishes.”

“Wishes?” He nods.

“Yeah. Seven of them.”

“Do I get to hear yours? Or are they a secret?”

“You’re supposed to say them out loud. The rhythm of the waves and the wishes sort of makes a song.” Katara tilts her head and smiles at the lights spreading across the sea and sky.

“A song of hope for the future.”

“Exactly.”

Zuko carefully lights the little candles nestled inside the flowers-covered boat, and holds it out for Katara to put her hands on the hull with him. Together, they set it in the water, Katara gives it a nudge with her bending, and it’s off, bobbing slowly over the waves, heading out towards the vast ocean and the other dancing sparks on the water. He slips his hand into Katara’s, squeezing her fingers and trading twin smiles before they turn to read the waves, waiting for the perfect moment.

“Ooh here it comes!” Katara says as a rounded ridge of water rushes towards them. She wracks her brain, scrambling to put words to her hopes and dreams for the next year as the first hints of white foam appear. It curls and crashes, and as it rushes towards their ankles, she and Zuko leap as one, out of the water, their toes just evading the bubbles. The instant they splash down again, they say in unison,

“I wish for peace.” They look to each other, and burst into laughter.

“Maybe the Ember Island Players were a little more accurate than you think,” Zuko teases.

“Oh you’re one to talk. Not everything is a speech you know,” she shoots back, the edges of it softened by her smile. He laughs and shakes his head, turning back to look for the next wave, and as the edge of the water sharpens again, they jump.

“I wish for Uncle’s good health,” Zuko says.

“I wish for new benders in my tribe.”

They jump again.

“I wish for another year of Gran-Gran.”

“I wish for my council to cooperate.”

Again.

“I wish for good crops.”

“I wish for light storms.”

Again.

“I wish for adventure.”

“I wish for more sleep.”

Again.

“I wish for my friends to be happy.”

“I wish for you to be happy.”

Again.

“I wish to have all of my family together.”

“I wish for all of my years to start and end with you.”

Katara freezes, turning to Zuko. “You…” She trails off, stunned. Tries again. “Are you -” She cuts herself off, disbelieving. He pulls her to him, arms wrapping around her. All she can see is his face lit by the shimmering sky.

“Will you marry me?” he asks, hardly above a whisper. Katara pushes up on her tiptoes and kisses him. His mouth is sweet from wine and honey-soaked pastries after dinner. His hair slides through her fingers like silk threads, and she grasps them tightly, lingering against his soft lips and reveling in his warm touch - hers forever now.

“Yes.”

@zkdrabbledecember

#zutara #zkdd #zkdrabbledecember #my writing #rating: g

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prettytoxicrevolver · 3 years

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Mark | Unus Annus

Requested? Yes! I hope y’all like it!

Warnings? Nah

Summary: You’ve made it home from your trip and Mark decides to show you how he feels

Word Count: 1,408

One | Two | Four

The plane ride home was nothing short of awkward. You had only done this plane ride a couple of times and could already feel the jet lag hitting you the minute you crossed into pacific standard time.

By the time you’ve landed, you wished you knew what to say to either Mark or Ethan. After the night in the hotel room, it’s like the three of you became aware of each other’s feelings. Before, it was you, pining for the two unknowingly, but now it was practically all out in the open.

For once, you’re relieved to get home and take time for yourself so the minute you grab your suitcase at baggage claim you let out a sigh of relief. Mark and Ethan had already grabbed their stuff but wanted to wait for you.

“Wanna share an uber?” Mark asks as you lift your suitcase off the rotating belt.

“Uh,” you pause, casting a glance towards Ethan.

“I’ll see you soon okay?” he asks and you nod and smile.

He pulls you into a hug, his arms circling your shoulders as your hands grip the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. You push your face into his chest, taking a deep breath before pulling away. It felt weird not having the three of you stick together but you knew at some point you’d have to break apart.

Your house was on the way to Mark’s so it made sense to drive with him. You just didn’t want to leave Ethan just yet. You couldn’t quite figure out why but you had unfinished business with both of them.

“Text me when you get home,” you tell him.

“Always.”

With that, you and Mark head out to your Uber together. You're quiet as you climb in, your suitcases being thrown into the back of the trunk and you’re headed back to the hills of Los Angeles.

“Thanks for coming with me,” you say when you get to your house first.

Mark had grabbed your suitcase out of the trunk, insisting on carrying it up to your apartment for you. He told the driver he’d be back in less than a minute or two but you both knew it’d be longer than that.

“Anytime,” he smiles and you nod.

He circles an arm around your waist, pulling you in close and you fall into his embrace. Your arms slip around his shoulders and your head lands on his chest with ease. He holds you tight squeezing you once more before letting go and holding you at arm’s length.

“See you soon?” Mark asks and you nod. You lean up, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning and heading inside your apartment.

Once inside, you lean against the door and let out a sigh. You had never been so confused about your feelings in your life. Granted, it wasn’t easy before but this was practically a nightmare.

Knowing yourself, you’d probably spend day and night wracking your brain on what to do. You’d weigh every pro and con, you’d list out every possible end in sight. Every possible situation that could happen and that was something you were not up to for the day.

So, you called the one person who could calm you down and give an unbiased answer to this problem.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize upon opening your front door.

“Don’t even,” Jason says walking into the room. “What’s wrong?”

“Where do I start?”

You and Jason had been best friends since middle school. Your friendship was on and off during high school and once you reached college, you realized he decided to go to UCLA. You were ecstatic to find out you’d still be in the same area and be able to hang out again.

So, you knew when you got home from vacation with Mark and Ethan, you had to call Jason. He barely knew Ethan and Mark beside the little you told him and you knew he’d help you with whatever he could.

You tell him everything, from the boys asking to come to your hometown, to the visit, to the power outage, hotel room, shared bed, and plane home. When you’re done, Jason sits back.

“So, you’re in love with both of them?” he asks and you tilt your head.

“That’s what you got out of this?”

“Are you?” he asks again.

You sigh and lean back against the couch, and Jason looks at you expectantly. This was your issue all along.

“Yes.”

“I can’t help much but what I can say is that you love one of them. And you like the other. You’ll discover which is which one day.”

It’s been a couple of days since you had gotten home and talked to Jason about everything that happened. You wished you had a solution to your problems, your feelings for the men but in the days following nothing cleared.

You were in your living room, music playing softly as you worked through some homework left from when you went on vacation. You flip through your textbook, desperately trying to find the answer when your phone rings loudly next to you.

You drop your textbook, blindly reaching out next to you to grab your phone on the coffee table and answer it without looking.

“Hello?”

“Hi love,” Mark greets and you smile instantaneously.

“Hi, darling. And what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Can you come over? I have a surprise,” he says and while you’re not sure what he could be doing, you agree.

“I’ll be there in 5.”

Less than 10 minutes later, you’re outside of Mark’s house and heading towards the front door. You usually walk straight in or text him that you’re there so he can come out but he insisted that you text him when you’re at his front door.

Here

Come in

You lock your phone and reach a hand out to open up the door. When you step inside the house, you nearly drop your phone as a gasp leaves your lips.

The lights are dimmed, candles lighting the floor and around the room. Rose petals litter the floor and light music plays through the house. Your hand covers your mouth as your head whips around to take in the scene.

You follow the rose petals leading through the house towards the back door. The candles and music follows and you’re overpowered by the feeling that you’re in a movie scene. You also can’t believe this is all for you.

When you get to the back door, your eyes finally lift from the rose petals on the floor and trail upwards towards the candlelit dinner and him. The man of your dreams standing there waiting.

“Mark,” you whisper.

“Darling,” he says and you make your way over to him.

He pulls you in, hands trailing down your arms till they meet your hands and he pulls you towards him. You land in his embrace, arms wrapped around your waist as your hand lays on his chest.

“What is all this?” you ask, gesturing to the house behind you.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while and I wanted to tell you the right way,” he begins and your heart practically seizes in your chest.

“I love you,” he proclaims. “I’ve loved you since the day you walked through that front door and nearly broke my thousand dollar camera on the first day of unus annus. I’ve loved every smile, laugh, cry you’ve thrown my way. I love every second I get to spend with you and I want to spend a million more with you.”

“Mark,” you repeat, unable to say anything else.

“And I know, you love me. But I also know you love Ethan. And all I’m asking is that you think about it.”

You’re speechless by the end of his words. You search his shining brown eyes, unable to form any response good enough for the man in front of you. You loved him, from your head to your toes you loved him.

But what about Ethan?

You take the leap, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Mark’s lips and he reciprocates immediately. His grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you as close as possible. You break away first, your foreheads resting against each other and your eyes stay shut as you stay in this moment.

“Take your time,” he whispers and you nod against him.

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ingeniouscollectionthing · 4 years

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His Family (Theseus Scamander x Reader)

Request: Hey girl! We need a Theseus x reader with them being a cutesy ass family and kiddos and everything

Pairing: Theseus Scamander x Reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, too much love my heart is aching, mentions of sex, slightly NSFW but no full smut

You stirred as sleep’s grip slowly loosened around you. Slowly you began to notice the birds chirping happily right outside your window, the sun rays tickling your face. But you didn’t want to get up just yet as you felt the warm body laying behind you, a strong arm wrapped securely around your waist.

Calmly you turned in the arms of your husband, Theseus, snuggling deeper into his chest as a sound of contentment made its way through his mouth, his arms now completely engulfing you as he felt your delicate fingers massaging his head. You lived for these little moments, just the two of you sharing an unbreakable bond of your undying love for each other. Your legs tangled together, both of your hearts beating in unison as your chests pressed against one another, naked warm bodies touching. The both of you basked in your little bubble of love and contentment.

The opening of your bedroom door made you finally open your eyes. Confused you looked around as your sight slowly focused. The pitter patter of little feet trying to sneak around made you smile and surely enough two little heads with curly auburn hair appeared at the foot of your bed.

Egan and Niles, splitting images of their handsome father, had their favourite stuffed animals – gifts from uncle Newt – in their little grasps, both just woken up from wonderful dreams full of unimaginable beautiful, magical things.

“Shhhhhh mommy, we want to wake up Daddy”, your oldest son whispered, while your youngest put his finger in front of his lips in a silencing motion. Both of them looked at you, giving you their signature puppy dog eyes they unfortunately inherited from you, before you beckoned them into bed.

Egan, 6 years old, crawled straight over his fathers’ body until he reached his face, starting to pepper it in little kisses. Theseus immediately cracked a beautiful smile as he finally opened his sparkling blue eyes, searching for yours instinctively, before he turned onto his back, surprising little Egan. Softly Theseus tickled his firstborn, enjoying his carefree laughter before he snaked his arm around him and pulled him down onto his chest, planting a little kiss on his forehead. Egan instantly cuddled into him, sighing as Theseus ran his hand along his back soothingly.

Meanwhile Niles, your 4-year-old, crawled in between your bodies, smiling tiredly up at you, as he snuggled into your side and putting his tiny hand against your belly, while you started to run your fingers through his hair. A blissful silence embraced your little family, the only sound being the soft snoring of your boys falling back asleep. Both, you and Theseus shared a smile, as he carefully laid Egan down beside Niles. You gently draped the blanket over them, before scooting closer to your children as Theseus put both of his arms around all of you, trapping his family in a protective hold.

“Good morning, my wife”, Theseus whispered in a hoarse morning voice, sending you a kiss over the heads of your sons.

“Good morning, my dearest husband.”, his hand wandered up to your cheek, stroking softly while you leaned into it. “Did you have a nice sleep, Theseus?”, you asked, watching your precious boys cuddle with each other.

“The best I slept in a long time. I’m not used to sleeping without you in my arms anymore. I’m so happy to be back home with you, darling”.

Theseus just returned from a mission in Paris. It was torture – a whole month without getting to hold you at night, without getting to see your face when he woke up. He missed you dearly, almost losing control and playing with the thoughts of abandoning his whole team just to take you and his beautiful baby boys back into his arms – his family. Still he pushed through it and as he finally went through the door of your beautiful home, all worries instantly vanished when Egan and Niles tackled him forcefully to the floor, holding onto him for their dear life. And lastly, as his eyes landed on your form approaching him, Theseus nearly started crying at witnessing how your belly slightly seemed bigger than before. He took you carefully into his arms, breathing in the comforting smell of roses and lilac emitting form your soft hair. No words needed to be said, only a soft loving kiss was shared. The rest of the evening was spent with hot chocolate and numerous children’s books being read, while Niles babbled on about how he too would get to be a big brother now.

And eventually, as night-time arrived, all the pent-up feelings surfaced and your dearest husband took you to bed. Theseus spent every second mapping out your body the way he remembered it. The picture of you was burned clearly in his mind, yet he still couldn’t get enough of you. He couldn’t help himself, gently caressing your protruding belly while lying behind you, softly moving in and out of your warm, inviting walls. He adored the way you silently whimpered for him; he adored the way your nails clamped into his arms around your body while your walls tightly clenched around him, luring out a breathless groan from him. It was a magical night, full of passion and lust, as you were lost in an all too familiar dance until the early morning hours.

“It doesn’t matter anymore, These’, you’re home now. Safe and sound”.

“I know, beautiful.”, he sighed closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of his family in his arms.

His fingers softly brushed against your belly, coming to still over the little hand still lying there.

“You could’ve written that we’re awaiting a new addition to the family, you know?”, Theseus said, a teasing smile now adorning his face.

“Where would’ve been the fun in that?”, you teasingly replied, making him chuckle slightly.

You shared one last longing kiss, before you carefully made your way out of bed, leaving the now awake boys cuddling with your husband.

“Pancakes, coffee and fresh orange juice?”, you asked strutting over to the closet and putting on Theseus’ favourite blue summerdress.

“Yaaaayyy that’s my favouwite, mommy”, little Niles said excitedly, sitting straight up.

“Can I help you with breakfast mommy?”, Egan now asked, while playing curiously with the fingers of his fathers hand.

“Why don’t you stay in bed with daddy for a bit? You know how much he loves cuddling”, you responded, heart doing a flip at your adorable babies.

Both of them squealed immediately turning to Theseus and trapping him in a typical Scamander bear hug.

Theseus P.O.V.

“You’re an angel, darling”, I shook my head, an adoring spark glinting in my eyes as I watched you leaving the bedroom, your melodious laugh making my heart flutter.

A few more minutes, before I join her, I thought, cradling both Egan and Niles in my arms, catching up on the missing father-son time.

Half an hour went by, the smell of fresh pancakes and coffee wafting through the house. Egan and Niles already left by now, happily playing away in the living room under their mother’s watch. I stood in the shower, washing away every last remaining bit of the mission. A loud laugh resounded from downstairs, making me grin.

God how I missed this. I’ve finally got everything I’ve ever dreamed of. A supporting, amazing, beautiful wife, soon three unbelievable cute and behaving children, a house…Money to support my family.. And still I miss out on most of it… And what if one day, I won’t be able to come back to this? What if…, I sighed, defeated by all of my thoughts.

I turned off the shower, stepping out in front of the mirror, drying myself with a fuzzy towel. I starred longingly at my reflection, picturing a future me where I could be home for all of this, where I could fully witness my children growing up and leaving for Hogwarts, taking you out on dates and spending passionate nights together everyday – just like we used to before I became famous Head Auror. For a brief second, I thought I could see my reflection nodding at me, as if saying that my next thoughts would be the right thing to do.

“Theseus!” your voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs, “Breakfast is ready!”

Maybe, just maybe, it’s time for me to retire… maybe just take on desk work, instead of going out into the field… Merlin, it sounded so right.

No P.O.V.

You watched as your boys already dug into their breakfast hungrily, blabbering away about this and that. Dressed in their day clothes, you almost swooned. They resembled their father unbelievably much, from their gentlemanly behaviour to their dashing looks. You were a proud mother, indeed, you thought as you stroked your belly absentminded. While you started purring two cups of coffee, swaying your hips to the soft jazz music in the background, the smell of your husbands’ expensive cologne reached your nose, his arms wounding around you. Soft wet kisses landed on your shoulder.

You turned, starring into the ocean blue eyes of your Theseus, your arms snaking up his broad shoulders along his suspenders until they locked behind his neck. You stood on your tiptoes, still not quite reaching him, making him laugh and tilt his head, his lips catching yours in a slow and sensual kiss. You were lost in the moment, Theseus’ hands stroking all along your small baby belly and waist, while yours tangled in his still wet locks of auburn hair.

“Ewwwwww mommy and daddy, that’s gross”, Egan shouted, making you instantly break apart and laugh at your sons behaviour.

“Oh so you get to steal kisses from mommy and daddy doesn’t?”, Theseus teased him, as he strutted over to the table to take his seat at the head of it.

“Mommy’s kisses awe only fow us”, Niles said, puffing out his chest in a proud manner and making Egan do the same thing.

“Alright, alright. I’ll give up, I surrender. No mommy kisses for me anymo-“, you interrupted him as you pressed a long loud smooch on Theseus’ cheek before setting down his cup of coffee in front of him. Your boys laughed at their fathers surprised expression.

“Oh you spoil me, darling..”, he sighed adoringly, taking your hand in his while you sat down beside him. As always, the breakfast was quite eventful, your boys talking non-stop and laughing so much it made their parents’ hearts almost melt. Theseus cherished moments like these, getting to sit here and spending time with his family, as all of you started into your day. Also he loved how easy it always was to talk to you, conversation flowing freely about various stuff. Gossip over the neighbours and his work, things that needed to be fixed in the garden, baby names…

“Mommy, daddy, are me and Niles allowed to play with the Nifflers in the garden?”, Egan asked, excitedly jumping up and down in his chair. The little Baby-nifflers living in your garden were a gift from Uncle Newt and Auntie Tina. You could still remember how brightly their eyes sparkled as they got to care for something so small and fantastic.

“Of course, boys. But don’t give them too much to eat again, you hear me?”, Theseus agreed, watching them as they sprinted outside through the glass doors in your living room leading out into your backyard.

Both of you smiled lovingly. Theseus’ mind went back to the thoughts he had in the bathroom earlier; the taste of the word ‘retirement’ not as bitter on his tongue the more he thought and the more he watched his boys running around the garden.

He slowly came back to reality though, shooting up from his chair as he realized that you already started cleaning off the table. He immediately cleared the rest of it, before bringing the last dirty dishes back into the kitchen. Both of you worked in comfortable silence, stealing small kisses here and there until everything looked flawlessly clean again – how both of you liked it.

Just as you were about to tend to your many flowers, Theseus grabbed your wrist and maneuvered you back to him. He just wanted to hold you once again, taking you into his strong arms, your head finding its place just underneath his chin. You fit together perfectly this way, like puzzle pieces finally finding together. Slowly you both moved to the music sounding in the background, basking in the feeling of your love.

“Theo…”, you whispered, closing your eyes.

“Theo, darling?”, Theseus now looked down at you, his heart doing a little giddy dance of his own. He felt like he was in Hogwarts all over again, at the Yule ball he first asked you out at.

“Yes, Theo.”, now you looked up at him, leaning your chin on his strong chest. “It would be a perfect name for a boy or a girl, don’t you think?”

You watched as his smile turned into a full grin, before he picked you up and spun you around.

“Sounds perfectly fitting, dear”.

After that conversation the whole day just went by in a blur and you ended it the same way as the night before. Egan and Niles already slept soundly in their rooms, while Theseus and you found yourselfs in the same position as last night – naked, your legs tangled together beneath the tussled sheets. Your breathings finally returned to normal, but the burning feeling of your husbands’ hands on your body still remained. You weren’t ready yet for sleep to whisk you away.

“You know I kind of had a little conversation with myself today”, Theseus admitted, stroking along your warm skin, making you shiver.

“Oh? What did you talk About then?”, a teasing, carefree tone in your voice. Your nails now softly raked down his already red back, while Theseus settled in between your legs, his half hard member brushing your swollen sex. He propped himself up on one of his hands, as to not crush you and your belly. The other stroked back streaks of hair hanging in your face.

“About retirement”, he bluntly stated. A gasp left your lips – never had you thought that your proud auror husband would ever want to give up his work. Unsurely where this was supposed to go, your hand went into his hair, stroking his scalp and motioning him to continue.

“You know, I just thought about resigning from my position in the active field”, he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “After all, I’ve got a family waiting for me at home. I don’t think I could spend so much time away from you again – I want to be here, I want to live out my life here to the fullest – with you”, and suddenly you moaned out, as his member pushed through your waiting walls.

Theseus kissed you; once, twice, before he started to move.

You couldn’t form any words; the love and happiness, the passion and lust all washed through you at the same time, deeming you unable to form any useful sentences. So as you gazed into eachothers eyes, you held onto one phrase, that would surely get your thoughts across –

“I love you.”

And together, Theseus and you got lost in the sensual moves of that beautiful, familiar dance.

Soooo because the name Theseus is of greek origin meaning “to set, to place” and a mythical king, i thought that giving the children equal meanings to their names would be fitting. Egan means “little fire”, Niles basically holds the meaning of “people’s Victory” and Theo (a male Name, but also fitting for girls) meaning “divine gift”.

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carylerxsecretsanta · 3 years

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Warming Up Winter

written for: @captain-coffeebean

Title: Warming Up Winter Author: @theresnosafeharbor4myships Rating: Teens and up Summary: Three unrelated stories (one drabble, one ficlet, and one fic) in which Daryl’s cold winter is warmed up by Carol. :D A/N: Happy Merry Christmas Holidays, captain-coffeebean!! I hope your season has gone as well as possible, and even more I hope these little stories warm your Caryl heart! Season’s best!! <3

Fic #1

It’d started snowing three days out. He’d holed up in a dilapidated shack, keeping a fire going, foraging by day, drying wood by night, and feeding what littered the house to the flames.

So when he returned nearly a week later than expected and knocked on the locked front door, he expected an exuberant welcome. What he hadn’t expected? Carol throwing the door open and flinging herself at him. She knocked the wind out of him as he caught her in his arms, and they stood there on the porch in glistening moonlight, warming each other with whispers and kisses.

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Fic #2

They’d run, but the walkers had cornered them into the V of a large fence, and they’d had to make their stand.

Minutes later, when Carol pulled her knife out of the walker’s head and turned to see Daryl eliminating the last of the undead, she sighed with relief. She stood catching her breath as Daryl retrieved what remained of his bolts, watching his movements to ensure he wasn’t hurt.

When he finally stood facing her, his dark poncho dusted with snow and the evergreen behind him weighted heavily with the powder, an unexpected giggle burst forth from her.

His brows drew together. “What?”

She sniffled to hide her mirth. “With that tree behind you, snow all over you, and covered in…walker bits, you look like a mundane Krampus elf come to steal Christmas.”

Taken aback, he asked, “The hell’s a Krampus elf?”

She smirked, brushing his question aside with a flourish of her hand. “Come on, let’s head back. I wanna sleep in my bed tonight.”

He traipsed after her for a moment, his gaze ever vigilant for more danger. “Thought you were sleeping downstairs with me now,” he ventured, anxious at the words and how vulnerable he sounded.

Carol stopped and turned to face him, and he halted, swallowing hard. Her eyes perused him from head to foot and back up to meet his nervous gaze. “Not looking like that,” she teased.

Daryl let out a sigh of relief, the tension in him easing. “I can clean up alright,” he assured her, this teasing thing still new to him.

Carol approached him and reached up on tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m counting on it,” she whispered cheekily, then turned and headed back towards home, leaving Daryl to follow her, anticipation of what she promised warming him against the cold winter wind.

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Fic #3

Carol had been acting weird for over a week now, and he hadn’t a clue what he’d done. She treated him politely, gave him wooden smiles, used the kids as buffers for their conversations, and skittered off to bed long before her normal time, which hurt more than he would’ve imagined. He’d gotten used to sitting with her in the soft glow of the firelight after the kids had gone to bed, each of them talking easily about their day.

But no longer—and he wanted to know why.

Daryl herded the kids upstairs as Carol finished the dinner dishes, with Lydia, wise beyond her years, promising to help Judy and RJ get to bed. Then he sat at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the woman who never left his thoughts.

“Heading up to bed. G’night, Daryl,” he heard her call towards the front door. She must think him outside sneaking a smoke away from the eyes of the kids.

A moment later she rounded the corner and stopped short as her gaze landed on him, a small “oh” escaping her lips.

“I thought you were…” She threw a thumb over her shoulder towards the front of the house. “I’m just gonna…” She moved as if to maneuver around him, but her voice trailed off as he sat frozen in place, watching her with his intense stare.

She took a step back, her eyes peering off beyond him, refusing to meet his gaze. “I’m fine, Daryl,” she answered his silent question, pasting a long-unused soccer-mom smile on her face. “Just tired. Ready for bed.”

He squinted a bit, knowing she knew he knew she lied. Still, he wouldn’t push her; it wasn’t their way, and he knew it’d cause her to retreat more. They’d come so far this past year, and he wanted to continue moving forward. Closer, in tandem, together. But they wouldn’t be able to do that if he didn’t know what he’d done wrong.

“I’ll ask Maggie if she can help with the kids tomorrow. I know it ain’t easy corralin’ and teachin’ ‘em all day.” He saw her excuse for the front it was but also knew how exhausting the rascals could be. Maybe a day off would give them time to figure things out.

She gave him another faux smile. “Maggie’s busy enough as it is. I can manage.”

He felt a wall of false indifference start to build around his heart, that old defense mechanism creeping up to protect him. But God, how free he’d felt of late. They’d settled into…something. It’d had him feeling useful, cared for, expressive (at least for him), and hopeful for more than anything he’d ever dared dream about before. At the end of the world, no less. He wasn’t quite ready to let that go yet.

“I’ll stick around and help then,” he offered.

He saw something like fear in her eyes, though her expression didn’t change. “Who’s going to manage the building crew?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “They can do without me for a day.”

“Daryl—” she blurted his name, then stopped abruptly. “I’ll be fine. Really,” she assured him, her voice softer now, cajoling. “I just need some sleep.”

Daryl felt his reaction, knew the hurt covered his face, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“Alright then,” he murmured, standing up slowly to leave her to her solitude. He couldn’t breach a gap she wanted between them, didn’t know what sin he’d committed to cause her to shun him like this. He’d just let her be.

He saw her shoulders fall as she watched him rise, though he didn’t meet her gaze any longer. He squeezed past her, and she stepped back to let him pass.

“Daryl…”

She sounded defeated, apologetic, but he kept moving, hurt and needing space.

“You said you’re the one I tell, right?”

He stopped moving, halfway between the basement stairwell and where she stood. She’d blurted the words out, and he could feel the waves of uncertainty emanating from her, even from this distance.

He’d said that to her months ago, though that encounter with her haunted him more than almost any other they’d had in the ten-plus years they’d known one another. She’d been so lost, so distant, no matter how close he’d wanted them to be. No matter how close he’d tried to stay to her. She’d just kept pushing him away until he feared she’d disappear and he’d slip right off the precipice with her. So he’d said those words—meant every syllable of them, too—and watched the shock overtake her expression. Had she not known? Couldn’t she see it written over him like graffiti?

If she hadn’t then, he felt sure she should know by now.

He turned his head until he could see her out of the corner of his eye, unable to fully face her with the hurt still written on his face. “Yeah.”

He heard her take an unsteady breath. “You said we have a future.”

Half question, half statement, he didn’t know if he was supposed to respond. Still, he slowly turned towards her. “I did,” he affirmed quietly, wondering where this strange walk down memory lane would take them.

Carol, picking at the nails on one hand, looked down at them before raising her gaze to his. Tears welled in her eyes, and he instantly wanted to go to her, brush them away like he had all those months ago. Hold her again.

He hated the distance she’d put between them again.

“Did you mean it?” she asked softly.

Daryl’s shoulders fell as he released the tension he held. She still didn’t know, didn’t realize…

“Meant every word,” he promised, his voice coming out in that gravelly low tone that seemed to appear when he and Carol had these intense moments that wrung feelings from his heart that he didn’t know how to handle. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Hope you aren’t either,” he added quietly.

She blinked watery eyes, sending rivulets down her pink cheeks as she shook her head. Then, unexpectedly, she flew towards him, and he gathered her in his arms as she crashed into him.

Confounded, he held her against him, reveling in this closeness, even as he didn’t know what it meant.

“I’m not,” she promised, her voice muffled against his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere. But I mess everything up, and I can’t do that with you. I never want to mess this up.”

He waited a moment, chewing on her words but still not sure what she meant.

“Mess what up?” he asked gently.

She huffed a laugh as she eased away from him, her hands resting on his arms, his hands at her waist. She reached up to brush his hair away from his eyes, a small smile taking over her face.

“The future. Our future.” Unable to hold his gaze, her eyes dropped to his chest as she continued. “These last few months have been wonderful, and it’s made me…feel things I haven’t ever… I just don’t want to mess anything up, but it’s hard not to—”

She stopped abruptly, and Daryl waited for more, his heart beating so erratically in his chest he wondered if she could hear it. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? She couldn’t possibly mean…

“Not to what?”

His voice came out as a whisper, and she hesitantly met his gaze again. He felt the air change around him, becoming a live wire, tempting and warm, as Carol stared intently at him.

“Not to this,” she murmured, a hand curling around the back of his neck to pull him down to meet her as she rose up on her toes.

He understood what was happening—though not why—and his eyes drifted closed as she touched her lips to his. Instant fire spread throughout him, and he wondered how he could burn so without combusting. He instinctively responded, kissing her back, his arms slowly sliding around her to pull her close again. Carol moaned low in her throat, sending wild butterflies loose in his belly and gooseflesh coursing up and down his body.

She pulled away from him a moment later, and he stared at her, mesmerized, pleased look on her face, eyes flaming bright blue, cheeks tinged pink, lips rosy from his kiss.

“Yes to that,” he mumbled, then leaned in to kiss her again. He felt her smile against his lips, and she threw her arms around his neck, her body flush against his.

He didn’t know how she thought she could mess up their future—they’d survived the world ending and everything that came with it. As far as he was concerned, their future looked merrier and brighter and warmer than anything he’d ever known. He’d let her know that, too. Just as soon as his mouth was free…

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xaphrin · 4 years

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@andthendk I just... LOOK. SOMETIMES THINGS HAPPEN WHEN YOU ART. (And yes, while I know technically that middle panel is a shower, I am taking a little bit of liberty?). Also, @rxven-roth - ROOFTOP SEX!

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Raven’s mouth tipped to the side, fighting off a grimace, as she stared up at the heavy clouds hanging low over the skyline of Gotham. They looked like they were nearly touching the tops of the skyscrapers, ready to open up and drench the city at any moment, and she wanted it. Maybe rain would help wash away this aching, painful loneliness, or at least match the weather to her mood.

She tipped forward, resting her hands against the flimsy guardrail and sighed, trying not to think about how long Damian had been gone.

Two months.

Three weeks.

Six days.

Ten hours.

Twenty-one minutes.

Not that she was counting or anything.

Gods. She felt pathetic. Scratch that, she was pathetic.

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, thinking of the desperate, whispered confession before Damian was pulled out of her life for an indefinite time. He had stood in her room, his eyes dark and wild as he stared at her. Damian had looked haggard, frightened, and yet somehow calm. It was as if telling her he loved her was the last real thing he needed to do before he disappeared.

And it felt like he disappeared forever.

Raven pushed at her cheek with the heel of her hand, trying to stay her emotions before they consumed her. She didn’t even get to kiss him. She didn’t even get to know what his lips tasted like, or how soft his mouth was under her own, or what his arms felt like when they were wrapped around her waist and his fingers were buried in her hair. She didn’t get to know any of that. Just a confession, powerful and delicate, and then he was gone.

A drop of rain splattered on the back of her hand, and Raven sighed, her shoulders dropping. Rain would be welcome at this point. Something to wash away this aching, empty void inside her that threatened to bury every part of her in darkness. She was trying so hard to fight it off, but it still ate at her. Her fingers tightened on the guardrail and she looked out at the skyline, watching as the clouds turned purple and blue with the ferocity of the oncoming storm.

Good. Let it all drown.

Another drop landed on her head.

Then another.

Tap. Tap Tap. Tap… woosh.

Raven sighed and tipped her head back, the rain violently splashing against her face. The roar of the storm drowned out any rogue sounds that may have drifted up from the street below, and she found herself feeling oddly at ease. She felt alone, and for a moment that was a pleasant thought. A shiver ran down her spine as her clothes became heavy with water, but she didn’t move. She just stood there and let the world disappear, at least for a little bit.

“Raven.”

Raven stiffened, and she felt a rush of heat consume her as she stared down at the hands resting next to her own, caging her own. Hands that were familiar, but definitely had a few more scars than last time she saw them. She slammed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She didn’t want this to be another dream - one where she woke up alone in her own bed, feeling heartsick and foolish. She hadn’t even kissed him.

“I wasn’t gone long enough for you to forget me, was I?”

Her eyes snapped open and Raven turned to see Damian standing there, his lips twitching to the side in an almost smile. He leaned forward, his arms wrapping tight around her waist. He pulled her close against his chest and Raven felt like she was melting into him. He was warmer than she imagined, his hands strong and broad on her back, their heat soaking through her wet clothes. She felt his muscles twitch under her touch, fluttering with every stray stroke of her fingers. Damian smirked, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against her own. Raven watched raindrops cling to his eyelashes, and he met her stare again, his smile widening. She’d never seen him smile like that before, and it made every part of her light up with fireworks.

He hummed softly. “I missed you.”

Raven didn’t even wait to process her feelings. Her arms tightened around his neck and she pulled him down the last few inches to capture his mouth in a kiss that threatened to shatter her. It was every memory, every soft word, every midnight conversation, every single part of their relationship rolled into one. She pushed herself up on her tiptoes, gasping between kisses, tasting rain and spice mixing together to create something uniquely Damian.

He groaned and buried a hand in her hair, dragging her so tightly to his chest that Raven wasn’t sure if she could breathe. She didn’t need to breathe. Or, more likely, she didn’t want to breathe. Not like he was kissing her like it was the end of the world, and he was damned good at it.

Raven stumbled forward, her rain-slicked skin sliding against his own. She flattened her hands against his chest, feeling his muscles twitch as she teased her fingers along the seams in his shirt. Damian pulled back, gasping his hands falling to her hips as he swallowed his breath, staring at her.

“We should probably go inside.” He pressed his forehead to her own, and Raven closed her eyes, trying to burn this moment into her memory. “You’re going to get cold.”

“Not with you holding me.” She opened her eyes slowly and let go of a low sigh. “You should have called me.”

“I couldn’t.” He pulled her closer and set his chin on the crown of her head, sighing. “It was torture. You don’t know how many times I wanted to hack past Dick’s firewalls, but… I didn’t. I couldn’t compromise the mission.” He took a deep breath, as if he was drawing in parts of her to make himself whole. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t want to tell you my feelings like that - running away afterwards. But…” Damian drifted off, and Raven could hear the weight in the words he didn’t say.

But I was worried I might not come back.

Raven pulled herself closer, pressing a kiss on the patch of exposed skin just below his throat. Rain was gathering in the hollows of his body and he tasted like the storm raging around them both. Her tongue chased a drop of water running down his neck, and Damian’s muscles tensed beneath the curious touch. Raven smiled against him, feeling a small, girlish pleasure from knowing that she could affect him like that. His fingers tangled in the edges of her hair, and Damian sighed.

“We should go inside.”

Why? What purpose would that serve? They were already wet, the storm was already here, and there was nothing left to do but drown in the rain around them. Raven’s fingers slid down the buttons on the front of his shirt and flicked one open, kissing the exposed skin. Damian didn’t pull back, so she flicked open another. And then another. And then another. Until she pushed the soaking wet fabric from his broad shoulders, letting it fall at their feet.

Damian let go of a low, threatening growl, but it only egged her on more.

She shivered as his muscles shifted under his dark skin, reminding her of Damian’s raw power. Her lips caught another raindrop, and she slid her tongue down his sternum, tasting sweat and need and rain clinging to him. His chest had new scars too, and Raven pressed a kiss to a new scar, still pink as it healed. Damian let go of another growl, but this one seemed more desperate.

Raven’s mouth closed over his nipple and she flicked it with her tongue. Damian cursed in at least three other languages before he stepped back, gasping for breath and staring at her. She watched him, feeling herself grow dizzy just by looking at him. Damian was a sight to behold. Every muscle in him seemed to be pulled taut with desperation, he was slick as rain poured over him, and-

Oh.

Raven swallowed, seeing every inch of his rigid erection press against the wet fabric of his pants. Oh gods. She had never wanted anything the way she wanted to rip his pants off of him. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip and a desperate whine escaped as she looked at him, watching as he ran his fingers through his hair, a far-off stare in his eyes. He looked like a model and it wasn’t fair. How in the world was she supposed to resist that?

“We should go inside.” He took another breath and let it out slowly, looking every bit the predator he really was. “Or I will ravish you on this rooftop in the middle of the afternoon in the middle of a storm, for all of Gotham to see.”

Raven just swallowed. There were a hundred reasons for her to stop - they were outside, in the middle of a storm, he had just gotten back, he was still healing, they hadn’t figured out what they were yet - but none of her excuses seemed all that important anymore. All that mattered was how good she wanted to make him feel. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, resting her hand on his chest as she met his hungry stare.

“Let them.”

Damian snarled and his mouth covered hers in a kiss that burned all the way to her soul. It was voracious, hungry for her in a way she had never felt. Her fingers buried into his hair and she matched him kiss-for-kiss, making sure he felt every single one of her feelings for him - love, friendship, frustration, anger - everything. Their lips slid against each other, wet and desperate, and Raven felt her fingers dig into the thick, corded muscle on his back. Holy hell, how was he so damned hot?

Raven groaned against his mouth, breaking the kiss only so Damian could pull her shirt off her. It fell, forgotten, next to Damian’s shirt, and his mouth found hers again, each kiss darker and heavier than the one before it. It was like he was pouring himself into her veins, banishing everything else, and she was never going to get him out of her. And based on the way he had was making her feel, she never wanted to let him go.

Her hands fell to his pants, practically ripping them off as he did the same to her. They needed to be naked now. Damian’s mouth slid down to her breast, capturing a nipple with his teeth and biting down just so. Lightning snapped down her spine and flooded the space between her legs, she gasped and her fingers stilled on the button of his fly. Damian smirked against her skin, and he bit down harder, sucking her nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

Too much. Way too much.

Raven’s knees nearly gave out and she stumbled backwards, but Damian’s arm kept her pinned to his chest. She groaned as he sucked again, feeling another rush of heat pool just beneath her navel. She was going to shatter. Damian slipped a finger between her legs, parting her to find her clit.

Oh no.

Raven cried out, her head tipping back on her shoulders as the rain continued to thud down on them, downing her in sensation. She shivered as he slipped a finger inside her, pumping slowly. A weak sound escaped as she tried to urge him to do more. He was teasing her, that was for sure. This was more than just foreplay, this was practically punishment. She sagged against him, her mouth muttering as he continued to bite on her nipples.

“More… please…”

Damian released her breast with a flick of his tongue. He looked up into her eyes and huffed out another breath, crowding her. “You’re so wet.”

Raven swallowed as he stood up straight, stalking towards her. He was forcing her to step towards the guardrail towards the edge of the roof, crowding her space until her bare ass hit the cool, slick metal. Damian growled and leaned over her, his eyes darkening as his hands spread her legs wide, exposing her to him and him alone. He looked at her as if he was a thirsty man getting his first drink of water after a long trek through the desert. Rain washed over her again, wind whipping at their skin, and Raven studied Damian’s face as he admired every inch of her body, appreciating her in a way no one had before.

“Now.”

Yes. Yes, now.

Raven wrapped her arms around his neck and she felt him slide into her, one slow inch at a time. Oh, hell. He was thick, stretching her wide and filling her to the point that Raven wasn’t sure if she could even breathe. She gasped for air, her fingers clawing at his shoulder blades if only to keep herself pinned to the planet. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she let go of a weak gasp when he was fully seated inside her.

“You feel amazing.” His voice was raw in her ear, swallowed by the rain and thunder that was rolling in from the bay. It was visceral, and Raven wasn’t even sure if any of this was real, and she wasn’t sure if she cared. Damian pulled back and thrust in again, the friction burning her. His hands tightened on her hips and he groaned.

“I love you.”

Her heart turned over, just the way it had when he said it all that time ago, only this time it was different. This time she could touch him. She could share her feelings in a physical way, and it felt freeing. Her grip on his shoulders had to be painful, but he didn’t seem to care and Raven couldn’t find the strength to let go. Lightning jolted through her as he pulled out and thrust into her again. Her mouth found his neck and she bit down, tasting rain and something that was definitely him. Her mouth sucked at him, leaving a mark that everyone would see, and he practically roared as another roll thunder shook the skies.

Whatever restraint Damian had been trying to hold on to, snapped like a thin thread, and his hands on her hips turned bruising as he pounded into her again and again. He was relentless, wild, untamed, and it felt like the storm had flooded his soul. He was rough with her and she should stop him, but she couldn’t find it with herself to care. Not now. Not when it felt like he was making the world disintegrate around her.

Raven cried out, her head tipping back on her shoulders as she screamed. She could feel her orgasm start to build, wild and rampant. It was fire running through her limbs and pooling in her stomach. So close. So close. Right… there!

Raven let go of an inhuman sound and she let darkness surround them both. Her nails broke his skin, a thin trail of blood mingling with the torrent around them, and she rode out wave after wave of pleasure. It was like she was caught in the windshear of a hurricane, and there was nothing she could do but let herself be tossed along with the swell of the sea. Damian cursed into her ear, and he fucked her so hard that Raven thought she might black out. It was too much - far too much for their first time. But that felt like everything else in their lives - wild, explosive, and too much.

Finally, she sagged against his chest, gasping. Damian released her hips and he kissed along her shoulders. It was a tender moment, the antithesis of what had just happened between them. Damian nuzzled her neck, and he sucked on her ear lobe, making Raven’s body tighten again. She pulled back and leveled a careful stare at him.

Damian looked unapologetic and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “You’re shivering.”

Raven wasn’t sure if that was from the rain or the aftershocks of their wild sex. She tucked her head under his chin and closed her eyes. “We should go inside.”

“We should get you warm.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before threading her fingers in between his own. Raven gathered their clothes and opened a portal into her room, if only to avoid any more onlookers to their current state. It was bad enough that the entirety of Gotham likely knew what they had just done. She didn’t want any of her neighbors to see.

In the warmth of her apartment, Damian retrieved a thick, fluffy towel and wrapped her in it. He rubbed along her body and in her hair until color returned her cheeks and she had started to warm again. It felt soft and intimate, and Raven couldn’t keep herself from flushing. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and dried himself before they both stumbled to her bedroom, sinking into the soft covers on her bed. Raven crawled under them and Damian joined her, drawing her tight against his chest. She could barely contain a smile as she nestled tight into the cradle of his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“You look content.” His voice was low, drowsy with jetlag and exhaustion, but somehow still deliciously rough against her skin.

“I am content.” She curled her finger under his chin, bringing his stare down to her own. “Don’t leave me like that again. Especially not after you’ve made such a valiant, daring confession to me.”

Damian gave her a soft, genuine smile and he pulled the covers over her shoulder. “Go to sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

Raven didn’t even have the strength to fight him, not that she would. At least, not on this.

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One Shot: Dessert

Here's some smut and romance. The first bit of this was published previously. I'm finally finished. 😁❤️

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"I love summer…" Robert had been eyeing the top of Dana’s powder blue off-the-shoulder dress all night, and now he has made his move. His large hands engulf her brown shoulders with the slightest touch. He has approached from behind, and his breath wafts against her neck like a barely there breeze on a hot day.

They’ve walked through the parking lot to Robert’s Aston Martin after a lovely dinner at his favorite Indian restaurant. The food was good, but not as good as his hand on her thighs under the table, or her bare foot exploring his lap after she’d liberated the bold appendage from the crystal-encrusted stiletto sandals she was wearing. Also to be savored by Dana was the moment when Robert slid an extra key for his place across the table to her. It was a pleasant surprise, but they already rarely spent nights apart, except for when Robert was with his bandmates in their marathon creative sessions to birth the next album. It was the logical next step, and Dana couldn't have been happier.

He kisses her neck several times and trails a lazy tongue in the cup of her ear. “Forgive me for not bringing the Land Rover,” he whispers. “We could’ve been taking that naughty fun during dinner a step further right now.”

Dana turns to face Robert. “It can still happen…” On her tiptoes she hugs Robert’s neck and coaxes his mouth open with her tongue. He moans with delight as his hands slowly canvas the bare skin of her upper back. He savors the kiss, letting Dana play the role of temptress while he merely goes along for the ride.

“How?” Robert asks. His overcast blue eyes are glazed over, and his wicked smile punctuates his question. He’s curious. Open to any suggestion from Dana.

She takes the keys from his pocket and opens the door on the passenger side. “Take us somewhere secluded, and I'll show you what I mean.” She hands Robert his keys, sits in the car, closes the door, and winks at him through the window.

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Robert opens Dana’s door, and she steps into the night. The air is a little cooler now, but she knows that the sensation will disappear soon enough, once she's in Robert's arms.

The mood in the car had been one of wanton excitement. Robert joked about what Dana had in mind for their rendezvous, and she smiled coyly while she massaged his cock through his black dress slacks. He knew that she had loved his look at Knebworth--the dark pants, the black shirt with the white pattern of exclamation points--and he’d worn the outfit for her. He’d even tied the ends of the shirt at his waist again, a sartorial touch that only Robert would've dreamed up.

Dana adored Robert’s youthful look of flowy shirts and the tightest jeans she’d ever seen on a man, but there was something so sophisticated and mature about these more dressy clothes. Between the clothes and his slightly shorter haircut, now with bangs, Robert had evolved. He was ready for the 80s, ready for Zeppelin exploring new horizons, and ready for his relationship with Dana to become more serious. Neither one of them was especially gunning to get married anytime soon, but officially living together was an exciting prospect.

“Well done, Robert!” They’re parked behind an abandoned gas station and convenience store. Robert had briefly considered pulling off the road for their tryst, but he didn’t have the stomach to roll his prized car into the grass.

The location isn’t glamorous by any stretch of imagination. The windows and back door of the abandoned store are boarded up, and glass litters the ground, remnants of green beer bottles that had met their demise on the asphalt. But the spot will do for the down-and-dirty coupling that's on the horizon. In a few minutes, the setting will cease to matter.

He notices that his trousers feel uncomfortably tight. While driving, his need had grown rapidly with each passing minute, and now that he doesn’t have to focus on the road, his breathing has hastened and he’s barely controlling himself.

He wraps her in a gentle hug after helping her out of the car. The scent of Guerlain Nahema on her skin immediately calls to mind earlier times in her arms. His heart races when he thinks about how good it feels to be enveloped by her, inside and out.

He sweeps her curls off her shoulders and looks into her dark, almost black, eyes. He can tell she's past the point of no return in her desire for him.

He would love to be seduced by her, as she'd promised, but the stream of his primal thoughts has taken over, urging him to act.

“Now, I know you had plans in mind for me, Dana love, but you know what they say about best laid plans…” He backs her against the car door, grasps her face, and kisses her with an intensity that catches her off guard.

“Oh! Robert…” Her surprise turns to satisfaction as he kisses down her neck. While his lips are busy, he pushes the top of her dress down and his hands find their way to her breasts, then his fingers to her nipples, which harden to his touch. Her hands are holding his slim waist, and she moans at the feel of the cool car window glass on her back and every heated point of contact that Robert is making with her body.

One of his hands begins to rove down to the hem of her short dress, and then under the fabric. He tuts softly at the feel of her lace panties and stops his tease. “Let’s get you more comfortable, yeah?” He crouches to remove the underwear.

“How are you feeling love, hmm? Are you ready?” He chuckles as he fingers her and feels her squirm.

“Beyond ready,” she says with a gasp.

“Me, too,” he says as he stands and places her panties in his pocket.

With one more kiss, he takes her hand, leads her to the back of the car, and bends her over.

Behind her she hears the sound of Robert’s zipper going down. He nudges her legs wider apart and guides himself inside of her at a shallow depth.

“You know I’m having my way with you once we get home, though. Right?”

“I know, Dana. And I can’t wait.” Robert’s thrusts are still slow, but he’s getting deeper and deeper.

“Good.” The word is nearly lost in a soft moan as Robert plunges inside of her fully.

Dana grips the car and savors the rhythm of each jarring thrust. She shifts her legs and angles her hips to feel every sinful nuance of Robert’s length and girth. Being fucked by him is every bit as good as the many ways she enjoys being on top of Robert.

She begins to formulate an itinerary of pleasure for when they get home. Sitting Robert on the couch and kneeling to lick and suck every inch of his manhood. Straddling his lap and milking an intense climax out of his cock with her sex. Showering together after it’s over. There’s something exciting about being intimate in this rundown outdoor setting, but nothing compares to time spent at Robert’s place. It has already felt like home before he gave her the key.

Dana isn’t sure if it’s Robert’s fucking or her thoughts about her future with Robert, but she feels acutely alive and deeply satisfied. Even more so when her climax arrives forcefully, as does Robert’s moments later. Every second with Robert, with or without sex, is bliss.

"Home, now, my new lady of the manor?" They've straightened up and returned to the car. Robert winks at Dana and turns his key in the ignition.

"Yes, let's go home."

He turns onto the road. "You know, dear, since we're enjoying a new level of our relationship, we should probably christen all the rooms again…" His eyes are on the road, but one of his hands is drawing teasing circles on her thigh.

"Yes. It's only right. She pats his hand on her leg.

She fishes the house key out of her purse and holds it in her hand, turning it over, examining it, accepting that it's real, a sign of the beginning of a new phase with Robert. She curls it into her palm. She will open the door when they arrive, in a symbolic rite of passage.

They chatter idly on the way home. She marvels at how mundane it is in that moment, two committed lovers driving home. She realizes she could get used to it.

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The rest of my stories are here, or search for the hashtag #brownskinsugarplumlibrary.

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noona-clock · 4 years

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Mistletoe Manor - Epilogue, Part 2

Genre: 1900′s AU/Romance

Pairings: Park Seo Joon, Bang Yongguk, Brian Kang, Jung Daehyung, Jung Jaehyun, Lee Taeyong x OCs

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Epilogue 1, 2, 3, 4 | Words: 3,753

A/N: Chelle ( @prettywordsyouleft ) and I wanted to re-visit our magical world of Mistletoe Manor. The series left off on a bit of a cliffhanger, so we really had no choice! We hope you enjoy this extra look into the lives of Cassie, Evie, Joey, and all their friends and family.

Keep a lookout for the third part of the epilogue tomorrow at 6pm EST/ 10am NZST on Chelle’s blog!

Since the wedding was fast approaching, Evie found she could barely walk through the manor without being accosted by someone to discuss details. Whether it was her mother bringing up flowers, the cook bringing up menu items, Lydia bringing up her dress and hairstyle... truly, not an hour went by in which she didn’t answer questions or make decisions about her wedding.

It was quite exhausting.

Which is why, as she arrived back home after her visit with Joey, she crept in as quietly and discreetly as she could. There was one person, and one person only, she wanted to run into right now.

And she had a feeling she knew where he was...

After inching the door closed behind her so as not to make any noise whatsoever, Evie tiptoed toward the library, making sure to stay on the carpet and avoid the creaky floorboards.

A flash of white caught the corner of her eye, most likely the cook’s apron, so Evie dashed behind an open door to hide from view.

“Daniel,” she heard the cook ask the footman by the front door. “Has Miss Evie returned yet? I want her to taste the cake I’m testing out for the wedding.”

Evie held her breath, knowing Daniel had just seen her sneak in. He also had to have seen her scurry behind the door, so it was only a matter of seconds before her cover was blown.

But, to her joyful surprise, Daniel replied with, “No, ma’am, I haven’t seen her.”

As the cook let out a somewhat annoyed sigh, Evie truly had to hold herself back from exclaiming with relief. And also squealing.

As soon as she heard the retreating footsteps of the cook, Evie poked her head out from behind the door. Daniel was watching the cook leave, and once she’d turned the corner, he swung his head around to make eye contact with Evie.

Evie mouthed a ‘thank you’, and Daniel simply nodded with a tiny grin on his lips.

She stepped back out into the hallway, staying on her toes as she hopped quickly to the library.

Without even looking inside to make sure Yongguk really was in there, Evie hurried past the door and hastily shut it behind her. She turned, leaning back against the solid oak and exhaling deeply.

“Evie,” a deep (and very familiar) voice said, startling her just enough to make her jump. “Are you all right?”

Evie hopped to attention, straightening up and searching the room until her eyes landed on her fiance sitting in one of the armchairs.

“Oh!” she breathed. “Yes -- Yes, I am fine, I just -- I was trying to avoid... It doesn’t matter. I was looking for you.”

Yongguk’s forehead wrinkled just slightly, and he set the book currently in his hands down on the side table next to him.

“Well, you have found me,” he murmured as he stood up. “What do you need?”

Before he could make his way over to her, she made her way over to him. He reached his hands out for her, and she slipped her fingers into his palms with a soft grin.

“I just... I do need to talk to you about something, but right now, I am just... happy to see you.”

Evie had been quite anxiety-ridden on her walk back from the village, but one look at Yongguk’s incredibly handsome face had calmed her down instantly. How could she have been so nervous? Even though she’d only known Yongguk for a few months, she knew he would be by her side -- physically and emotionally. Literally and figuratively.

A smile broke out onto his lips, and Evie’s heart jumped into her throat at the sight of it. He had the most wonderful smile she’d ever seen in her entire life.

“I’m happy to see you, too,” he replied as he squeezed her fingers. He then brought one of her hands up to his lips and placed a very soft, delicate kiss on her knuckles. “What have you been up to this afternoon?”

“Ah... yes,” Evie said quietly. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Sort of.”

Yongguk’s brow furrowed again, and he led her over to a nearby loveseat. He didn’t let go of her hands; in fact, he only held them tighter.

“I... Well, you see,” Evie began, perched on the edge of the cushion and avoiding eye contact. “I went to speak with Joey -- Well, first, I spoke with Cassie who told me to also talk to Joey, and that’s where I just came from. Her cottage in the village.”

Yongguk simply nodded.

“I... Please, do not take any offense to this whatsoever. I am just... a bit... nervous about starting our new life together.”

Almost instantly, Yongguk scooted closer to her. “Of course, you are. It’s going to be an incredibly enormous change for you. I would be surprised if you weren’t nervous.”

Even just hearing him say that made her feel a bit better.

“Joey suggested I talk to you, so... here I am,” she said with a meek chuckle.

“Good,” he murmured, keeping his voice low so only she could hear -- even though they were the only ones in the closed-off room. “I would like -- I wish for you to feel comfortable enough to talk to me about... anything. I know you’ll be leaving your family behind, and you’ll only have me -- at least, until you get to know your new ladies’ maid and the other staff and people from the village. I don’t want you to feel... stifled. Or lonely.”

Evie couldn’t help but grin, and she slipped her hands free from his so she could lean into him, sliding her arms around his middle and fitting her head into the crook of his neck.

She heard a deep, quiet chuckle vibrate in his chest, and then she felt the warmth of his arms as he returned her embrace.

“I won’t be lonely,” she assured him with a small shake of her head. “Though... I will bring at least one trunk-load of books with me, just in case.”

Yongguk’s chuckle turned into a more hearty laugh at that, and the sound of it filled Evie’s heart and lungs with pure joy.

“I wouldn’t dream of keeping you away from your books, my love,” he answered. “I will make as much room as you need for them. We can sanction a room to be your own personal library if you’d like.”

Evie gasped, lifting her head to look him in the eye. “Are you quite serious?” Her own personal library?!

Yongguk nodded, brows raised as he gazed her with an extremely serious expression. “Of course.”

And now Evie wondered why she’d ever been nervous in the first place.

She let out a soft squeal of excitement before practically throwing herself at him, pressing her smiling lips to his and kissing him over and over.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she mumbled.

And now Yongguk wondered why he hadn’t brought up the idea of a personal library much, much earlier.

Ever since Evie had closed the front door behind her, the wheels in Joey’s head had been turning.

Not about Evie’s predicament, though. She was incredibly confident her advice was just what her older sister had needed to hear, so she was no longer worried about that.

No, Joey was thinking about the other topic they had discussed.

The orphanage.

Admittedly, Joey had been trying desperately to fill her time with activities around the house, and... it hadn’t been working. When Evie suggested volunteering at the local orphanage, Joey had thought it was a good idea almost immediately.

But, the more she pondered... the more she knew it was an excellent idea.

And, by the time Brian arrived home after the school day ended, Joey practically pounced on him.

“I’ve got extremely exciting news!” she cried, her eyes wide and sparkling vivaciously.

“I do, too!” Brian replied. “I’m home!”

Joey immediately paused, her mouth still open as she had just been about to tell him her exciting news.

She stayed frozen for a few moments before replying to him. “...Well, yes. That is very exciting. I missed you terribly, and I’m glad you’re home.”

Brian beamed with pride as he set his briefcase down and loosened his tie. “I missed you, too, my darling.”

He leaned in for a kiss then, but Joey flung her arms out to stop him. “Wait!” she cried. “I need to tell you my exciting news!”

Brian chuckled softly, still leaning in for his kiss before saying, “All right, let’s hear it. What’s your exciting news?”

Joey didn’t even start leading him into the living room so they could have a nice cup of tea before supper. She couldn’t wait any longer, so she came out with it immediately.

“Evie came to see me, and when she saw I had stooped to embroidery to fill my time -- it’s very well-known I am quite awful with a needle -- she suggested I start volunteering at the orphanage, and I think it’s a wonderful idea, and I’m going to go there tomorrow to see how I can help!”

Brian’s head jerked back in surprise, and a look of slight confusion came across his features. “Volunteer at the orphanage?”

“Yes! Don’t you think it’s perfect? I’m sure they need loads of help, and I’ve got loads of time and loads of energy.”

“Well, that is true.”

“See?! So, I’m going there tomorrow, and I will tell you all about it when you get home.”

A soft smile tugged at Brian’s lips, and he leaned in to place a kiss on Joey’s forehead. “I can’t wait,” he replied.

“Me neither,” Joey agreed with almost a squeal in her voice. “Now. You tell me all about your day.”

The couple spent the rest of the evening in their typical way: discussing the events of the day over dinner, engaging in more conversation over tea and biscuits in the living room, and then talking even more as they readied for bed.

With two people as talkative as they, it’s not a wonder they spent nearly all their time together in conversation.

Joey was the first to awake the next morning, and quite surprisingly, she got out of bed and began to get ready almost immediately. As active a person as she was, Joey was rather lazy -- but only in the mornings. She tended to stay in bed until she knew the cook would absolutely get cross with her for leaving breakfast out too long.

But this morning, she was too excited for her first day of volunteering.

Brian, of course, remarked upon it and began teasing her as soon as he arose -- though, Joey wouldn’t have expected anything less. His provoking nature had been what attracted her to him in the first place, after all.

They followed their typical morning routine of eating breakfast together, and Joey saw Brian off with a kiss at the front door, as she usually did.

But then, when she could no longer see him from the stoop, she went inside and retrieved her coat. She slid it on, letting out a somewhat shaky, anxious breath... and then she left.

The orphanage wasn’t extremely far; close enough to walk, though not quite close enough to be able to walk when it was raining. Thankfully, the sun was already low in the sky, shining warmly.

She greeted her fellow villagers as she passed them in the street, smiling and inquiring after their families. It hadn’t taken her too long to realize she actually preferred living in the village rather than back at the manor, away from the hustle and bustle of country town life.

Or maybe she simply preferred being married and living with Brian than she did living with her family.

Either way, the sense of contentment and happiness Joey felt these days was immense.

When she arrived at the orphanage not twenty minutes later, Joey let out another nervous exhale before reaching up and twisting the large, brass doorknob.

The nun sitting in the front office rose immediately, her eyebrows raising in surprise. “My lady,” she greeted. And then she stopped abruptly, obviously remembering her manners and dipping into a low curtsy.

“Oh, please, just Joey is fine,” Joey told her with a chuckle. “Or Josephine, if you prefer. I married a valet who is now a teacher, I hardly think the ‘Lady’ is applicable.”

And that is exactly how she liked it.

The nun stood up straight, a meek smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Josephine,” she amended, though it sounded like it took a great deal of effort to do so. “What can I help you with?”

“First of all,” Joey began. “What is your name?”

“Oh! I am Sister Agnes, my la -- Josephine.”

“Sister Agnes! It is a pleasure to meet you. Now, I do not need any help from you -- I would like to know if you need any help from me. I would like to volunteer my time!”

Sister Agnes’ eyes widened. “Y--you would like to... v--volunteer? Here?” she stammered.

“Yes, indeed! Please, give me first my task. I am quite eager to do whatever needs doing.”

Sister Agnes explained she would fetch Sister Daphne, the head nun of the orphanage, so to speak. Sister Agnes dealt more with the administration side and, so, did not feel she had the authority to assign Joey to any sort of job.

When Sister Daphne appeared a few minutes later, she took Joey back into the orphanage, giving her a tour and explaining their daily schedule.

The tour ended in the girls’ bedroom, a large room on the second floor with more than several beds lining the walls. Sister Daphne explained there was not enough time and not enough hands to help the girls thoroughly groom themselves, so Joey’s first task would be helping some of the girls brush their hair and teaching them how to brush their teeth and wash their hands.

Joey nodded, a beaming smile curving on her lips because that sounded incredibly easy! She’d been watching her ladies’ maid brush her hair all her life, and she certainly brushed her teeth and washed her hands every day.

As soon as Sister Daphne left the room, about five of the girls came rushing up to Joey’s side, clinging to her skirts and all asking her questions at the same time.

...Oh, dear. What had she gotten herself into?

Brian was incredibly surprised to open the front door to an empty entryway. He had been expecting a greeting much like yesterday’s: Joey standing there waiting for him, blurting out excitedly before he even had a chance to close the door behind him.

But she wasn’t there.

“Joey?” he called out as he set his briefcase down by the small coat closet.

“I... I’m in the living room!” her slightly hesitant voice replied from down the hallway. “Come in and have some tea, my love.”

Brian furrowed his brow as he headed toward the living room, growing increasingly worried at Joey’s behavior. She was very rarely hesitant, and she told him often how greeting him at the door was one of the best parts of her day.

What exactly was going on?

As soon as he arrived in the doorway, Joey turned in her chair to face him, a soft grin on her lips.

“Welcome home,” she said gently.

...A soft grin? Gently?

Was Joey... all right?

“Thanks...” Brian replied cautiously. He stepped inside the room and slid into the chair next to her. He watched her carefully as she poured him a cup of tea, murmuring his thanks when she handed it to him.

“How was your day?” she asked with slightly raised eyebrows.

“It was fine,” he answered. “What about yours? How was the orphanage?”

He was incredibly confused as to why she hadn’t immediately told him all about it when he’d opened the front door.

“Oh, it was lovely,” Joey told him. “I met Sister Agnes and Sister Daphne, I got a tour of the place, I helped some of the girls learn how to properly wash their hands and brush their teeth. I even got to brush their hair for them. They were quite delightful.”

Brian opened his mouth to ask her if things had really been lovely because -- well, why wasn’t she gushing and being overly dramatic about everything? This certainly wasn’t the Joey he knew.

But then she let out a frustrated huff and set down her teacup.

“Oh, all right!” she exclaimed. “I can’t keep it in any longer!”

Aha. Here we go!

“I formed a bond with one of the girls, in particular -- Daisy. She’s six-years-old, and her parents both died of influenza two years ago, and she has the most beautiful ginger hair -- but that’s not exactly the point, I just spent a lot of time getting all of the knots out, and it was enormously pretty once I did. But, anyway! There’s just something about her -- something in her eyes, maybe. I don’t know! But I know every time I look at her, my heart aches and the pit in the bottom of my stomach gets larger, and I truly almost cried when I left today, and I think we should adopt her.”

Thankfully, Brian had not been drinking his tea when she’d said this. If he had, he surely would have choked. He was holding his teacup, though, so he set it down as quickly and carefully as possible.

“Excuse me?” he chuckled. “You think we should -- what?”

“I know you’ll feel the same as soon as you meet her, Brian,” Joey assured him passionately, reaching her hands out and grasping his fingers. “And I know it sounds ridiculous, but that’s what we are! We’re ridiculous! We hated each other, and then we decided to run away and get married in the span of about ten minutes! But we work! And Daisy -- I can just feel it. She belongs to us. She needs to belong to us.”

Brian still couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Joey, after spending literally one day volunteering at the orphanage, wanted to adopt a six-year-old girl?!

Joey obviously interpreted the confusion and shock on his face because she kept on talking, not allowing him a chance to say anything.

“She reminds me so much of myself when I was that age. She talks a mile a minute -- sometimes she even gets so off-topic she forgot how her sentence started, so she backtracks but then gets off-topic again. She adores running around outside, she speaks before she thinks, she’s impulsive --”

“All right,” Brian interrupted, snapping his head to look Joey in the eye.

“Wh-- really?!” Joey breathed. “All right?! All right as in ‘yes’?!”

Brian gazed into his wife’s eyes for a few moments before a smile tugged at one corner of his lips. And then he nodded.

“Yes.”

Joey launched herself at him, landing in his lap and throwing her arms around his neck. “Oh, Brian, you are simply the best -- do you know how much I love you?!”

“Yes,” he chuckled as she peppered his face with kisses.

“I thought I would have to spend days convincing you!” she giggled after kissing his nose but before kissing his eyelid.

“All you had to do was say she reminded you of yourself,” he told her, his voice quiet and filled with adoration.

Joey stopped kissing him, pulling back slightly to look at him.

“That’s all I needed to know. If she’s anything at all like you, then you’re right. She belongs with us. We’ll go there tomorrow -- together.”

Joey’s eyes became glossy, filling with tears of joy before she leaned back in and kissed him. She kissed him softly but urgently, whispering against his lips how very dearly, truly, and deeply she loved him.

Brian felt exactly the same way, of course, and that’s why he trusted her. He trusted her implicitly and unconditionally. Even if she hadn’t said little Daisy reminded her of herself, he would’ve agreed to it. Because if Joey said the little girl belonged with them, then it was true.

And, in the back of his head, he knew he had to make the most of tonight. Because tonight was the last night ever -- the last night for the rest of their lives that they would be a family of two.

“Did you hear about Brian and Lady Josephine?” Lydia asked as soon as she stepped in the garage.

Seo Joon looked up, ceasing his arm momentarily. He was currently cleaning and waxing the car, preparing it for Evie’s transport to the church in a few hours.

“What about them?” he asked.

Lydia hurried over to him, and before she continued, she rose onto her toes and greeted him with a kiss.

“I can’t stay very long,” she whispered. “I’ve got to help Lady Evie get ready. But I’ve only just heard the news, and I wanted to tell you before anyone else did.”

“What news? What’s going on?”

Lydia smirked, and Seo Joon’s heart skipped a beat at how breathtakingly attractive she was.

“Well, Lady Josephine started volunteering at the orphanage a couple of days ago, upon Lady Evie’s suggestion... and now she and Brian have adopted a child!”

Seo Joon’s eyes widened immediately. “What?!”

“A six-year-old girl named Daisy!” Lydia giggled, nodding vigorously. “Can you believe it?!”

Seo Joon was about to answer that no, he could not believe it...

But he stopped himself.

Because this was Lady Josephine they were talking about.

“Actually... I can,” he said.

Lydia simply giggled again before saying, “I know, me too.”

A smile curved Seo Joon’s lips, and he leaned down to kiss her again. Just because.

“I must go back to Lady Evie,” she whispered. “And you must get the car looking absolutely gleaming for when you drive her to the church.”

“That I do,” Seo Joon murmured. But he kissed her once more for good measure before she scurried out of the garage and back into the house.

Evie was up in her bedroom waiting for Lydia, after all, her wedding dress hanging up and all of her jewel-encrusted pins laid out on her vanity. She was waiting to be transformed into a bride.

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whentommymetalfie · 5 years

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“You’re fucking precious.”

“I’m fucking freezing.”

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Another one for my by now very old 1000-follower celebration, but better late than never! You know how I always say I want to wrap Tommy up in a blanket? (and do so in.... like 78% of my stories) well now I finally have in art form. Behold!

Story by the wonderful @tinypinetrees and all credit goes to them! Thank you so much for sending me this and allowing me to go into full fluff-mood!

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Icy air bit at Tommy’s nose, forcing him out of a pleasant dream.

Blurry images faded quickly until all he could remember were horses running over a snowy field.

Maybe a caravan? Traveling?

Stretching one arm across the chilly sheets, he reached for Alfie, desperate to cuddle and escape the cold creeping through his blanket. He kept reaching and searching, but Alfie’s warm body never appeared. Blinking confusedly, he peered through the dark, trying to find him.

‘The bed isn’t that big, where is he?’ Tommy’s slow, sleepy mind struggled to understand.

He tried to push himself onto his elbows, but was dropped quickly back onto his stomach by the weight of blankets piled over top of him.

“The fuck?” He groaned, trying to force the heavy weight off of him and struggling embarrassingly as the blankets nearly proved too much. ‘Is every blanket we own here? Why are there so many of them?’

Finally managing to sit up, he shoved the covers off. A shriek escaped him as bitter cold air seeped into his warm skin.

Shivering violently, he slid back beneath the blankets, frowning miserably as the heat faded too quickly to do any actual good.

Without Alfie here, it was only going to get colder.

Huffing, he braced himself and jumped off the bed, quickly grabbing the soft hoodie Alfie had pulled off last night. Alfie’s faint scent surrounded him as he pulled it roughly over his head.

Outfitting himself in the warmest things he could find, he grabbed the heavy, floral blanket from the top of the bed and wrapped it around himself. Alfie must’ve piled the covers over him when he’d woken up. He was particularly proud of the old family heirloom, and never missed an opportunity to bundle Tommy up in it.

The temperature seemed to drop the further he walked from their bedroom, his breath puffing thickly as he came upon the stairs.

The heater had to be broken.

There’s snow up to his chin outside and wind cold enough to kill. Now was not a good time for a that fucking thing to break.

He stumbled as the blanket caught around his feet, and he nearly fell down the stairs.

“Half an hour then?” Alfie’s voice echoed dully. “Yeah, the door’s unlocked.” Well that was one question answered. Alfie was home and sounded like he was in the living room.

He slid down the stairs, hissing a few choice words as the blanket twisted around his feet and his fuzzy socks slid on the hardwood. Hiking the cover up off the ground, he rubbed annoyedly at his bruised ankles, and stepped into the living room.

Alfie was humming as he poked through a barrel of wood, warmly bundled in a thick sweater, vest and gloves. A red knit beanie was tugged halfway to his ears.

‘Stupidly beautiful man.’ Tommy’s mind whispered quickly, unable to keep his eyes from his broad frame.

Alfie pulled out a dusty looking wooden log and held it to the light, twisting it and inspecting every side before deeming it worthy and tossing it into their tiny fireplace.

“It’s colder than a witch’s tit in here.”

Alfie flinched hard and spun around. His eyes brightened as they danced over Tommy’s flushed cheeks, a smile growing when he realized Tommy was wrapped in his Grandmother's blanket.

“You’re fucking precious.”

“I’m fucking freezing.” Tommy snapped, tucking his blanket higher up around his neck.

“You’re fucking precious is what you are.” He said again, pulling off his hat and stepping closer.

Leaning down, he gave Tommy a light kiss. Warm breath teased his icy nose and heated his lips, chasing away a sliver of ice that had settled in his bones.

He quickly pulled the hat over Tommy’s head and chuckled when he shoved him.

“Have a seat then. I’ll get a fire going,” he said, pointing at the couch and looking over the wood again. “I called Arthur too, despite how fucking irritating he is. The heater’s broken, but he’ll be around to fix the fucking thing.”

Tommy crept behind him, sticking close to his warm back. Unwilling to leave Alfie’s radiating body heat.

More wood landed dully in the fireplace as Alfie worked quicker and Tommy pushed himself closer, eventually inching his way around to Alfie’s front to cuddle into his chest.

Perfect.

A happy sigh escaped as he buried his face in Alfie’s vest.

Alfie huffed a laugh, his whiskery beard brushing over his face as he pressed a kiss onto the hat.

“Come on, love. The faster I get this started, the faster we’ll be warm.”

Tommy shook his head, burrowing closer into his impossibly warm body. Icy fingers dropping the blanket to dig beneath Alfie’s sweater.

Alfie jerked, catching the heavy cover and pulling it back up. A quiet shout escaped him as Tommy’s fingers pressed against his belly.

“Where are your gloves?”

“I don’t have gloves.”

They were in the back hall.

“Of course not.”

Warm arms gently circled him, hugging him close and turning them around.

“Alright, love, two minutes,” He brushed a light kiss over his lips again. “Just two.” He twisted, turning back to pick through the wood.

Inching closer to the barrel, Tommy grabbed a few logs, trailing Alfie closely and looking them over. Crossing in front of him, he threw the log into fireplace, cutting around Alfie again as he moved.

They continued like this for several minutes, with Alfie trying to walk around him, his feet catching hazardously on the heavy blanket multiple times. He tripped twice more, slipping nearly to the floor before swearing loudly and stopping.

“Tommy! Stay still, you fucking hazard.” Alfie grumbled, grabbing him around the middle and heaving him up off the ground, finally getting a solid footing beneath him.

Tommy huffed in annoyance as he was swung out of the way, and Alfie sank to sit on the floor, settling him comfortably into his lap. One hand tucked his head beneath Alfie’s chin before working quickly to finish this seemingly unending task.

“Alright. There we go.” Alfie mumbled lowly.

A dim golden glow colored the living room as faint tendrils of warmth began creeping through his heavy blanket.

Alfie tugged the cover higher over his shoulders, reaching beneath to wrap his arms around him and cuddling him closely. One hand rubbed up his back, scratching lightly through the blanket.

The sharp snap of burning wood cracked through the room as his eyes slid shut and hazy memories of his earlier dreams tiptoed through the back of his mind.

Snowy hills and horses. Traveling maybe?

A low humming rumbled from Alfie’s chest, rolling slowly, and lulling Tommy, pleasantly warm and comfortably snuggled, back to sleep.

“Tom,” Arthur’s scratchy voice whispered, breaking through his peaceful dreams. “Your heat’s back up.”

Tommy pushed his head out from under Alfie’s chin. Blurry eyes trying to find where Arthur’s voice had come from as he peered through the warm glow burning from the fireplace.

“Tommy?”

He craned his head around, spotting Arthur looking greasier than usual. A shy smile on his lips. An awkward flash in his eyes as he caught Alfie snoring lightly.

“Your heat is fixed.”

Tommy nodded, one hand winding out from beneath the blankets to give him a thumbs up before he dropped back onto Alfie’s chest and fell back asleep.

#alfie x tommy #Tommy Shelby #Alfie Solomons #Peaky Blinders #mmmm that tooth rotting fluff #my art

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blueboxesandtrafficcones · 4 years

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The Nuptial Necessity - Chapter 26

A 12xRose Human AU

Despite an unglamorous job description, Rose loves the work she does with The Thistle Foundation, a charity founded by her best friend’s great-uncle. It doesn’t hurt that her boss, her friend’s father, is easy on the eyes. With a great job, wonderful friends and a loving family, life couldn’t be better – except for having someone to share it with.

All of that is threatened, though, when the great-uncle dies – and sets a strange condition for his nephew to inherit, jeopardizing the Foundation and Rose’s future, sparking a chain of events that might just get her everything she dreamed of and more.

Chapters will be posted on Saturdays and Tuesdays. Many thanks to my beta, @stupidsatsuma

Rated: Explicit, for eventual smut

@doctorroseprompts

AO3 | Masterlist

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Wednesday

Malcolm drove them along back roads to the distillery. Curled up next to him, Rose watched the land fly past, rolling hills she hadn’t expected of the Highlands but had quickly grown to love. He wasn’t speeding nearly as much as he had the day before, today driving with one hand on the wheel, the other on Rose’s knee.

“I expected more mountains,” she said apropos of nothing, glancing over at Malcolm. “There aren’t as many as I thought.”

“Depends on where you are.” He turned, heading for several low buildings not too far ahead. “Generally speaking the mountains are north and west. The further east, the lower the elevation.”

“Where’s Ben… Neville?”

“Nevis. South, by several hours. Roughly halfway between Inverness and Glasgow. About… a hundred miles or so from here? It’s beautiful down there. You know those mountains in that show you like? That’s Glencoe, which is just south of Ben Nevis.”

Rose’s eyes widened, turning to him. “From Outlander? Really?”

Pulling into a spot and parking, he grinned at her. “You didn’t know they actually filmed up here? What, thought it was all movie magic? No, that’s Scotland. And what’s more- speaking of pop culture filming locations…”

“Yeah?” They climbed out, and he led her towards the entrance to the tasting room.

“Glenfinnan Viaduct is… oh, twenty miles? Sounds a bit far, but it’s really right there, on the other side of the loch. From Ben Nevis, not up here.” He laughed at her scrunched up nose and tilted head. “The curved viaduct, from Harry Potter. Of course it’s been famous for long before that- the glamorous shot of the Jacobite train going around the curve. Spectacular.”

She groaned softly. “I suppose there’s no chance of us getting down there, huh?”

Malcolm let her walk through the door first, and she was so taken with the warm, bright room and the scent of whisky she almost missed his answer. “Perhaps not this trip, but we can always come back.”

Perking back up, she went up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, breathing deeply. His aftershave was almost drowned out by the competing distillery aromas, but she was still able to find it, and it made her belly clench. His arm around her back tightened, pulling her closer, but a delighted call of his name made them break apart.

“Jamie!” Malcolm replied with delight, warmly embracing the man as he reached them. “It’s good to see you.”

“Aye, and you,” the man replied in kind, before bowing slightly. “Lord Gallifrey.”

“Stop that,” Malcolm waved impatiently, glancing around. “Don’t start trouble.” Returning his arm to around Rose’s waist, he gently nudged her forward. “Jamie, this is Rose- my wife. Rose, this is James McCrimmon, he owns and runs the Gallifrey Distillery.”

Rose beamed, more in response to Malcolm calling her his wife than anything else, but reached out to shake the man’s hand. “It’s a pleasure. I’m a big fan of your product – it’s incredible.”

“Thank you, my lady,” he smiled back, taking Rose’s hand and raising it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “It is an honor.”

She flushed in response. If one Scot flirting is good, two must be better. He was good looking, roughly thirty, tall and well built without being overbearing, and he was wearing a kilt that showed off toned thighs and calves. I wonder if I can get Malcolm to wear one of those. He has to own one, right? “I’m very interested in learning about your process, and what you do here.”

“Aye, a private tour, guided by yours truly. And a tasting. Are you ready to begin?”

They nodded eagerly in response, sharing excited smiles.

This would no doubt be the highlight of their trip – at least, of experiences outside the bedroom. Or the hall closet.

She couldn’t wait.

Malcolm listened with one ear during the tour, lost in his thoughts. It hadn’t taken him long to notice Jamie and Rose flirting. After knowing her for so long he knew she wasn’t flirting with intent, that it was more her natural ability to connect with people, and Jamie had always been a flirt, but it had led him down a dark path to a somewhat disturbing revelation – they’d never kissed.

At least, not for the sake of kissing, or in greeting or parting- the only time their lips had met in the half-week (has it really only been four days?) since they first spent the night together was either immediately before, during, or after sex. No goodnight kisses, no good morning kisses, nothing.

This had sent his world spinning, as he reconsidered everything that had happened between them – and more importantly, what hadn’t, namely those three little words that meant everything. He’d never brought up their conversation from Sunday night, and neither had she, and he was seeing it all in a new light now, doubting everything. What if she doesn’t love me? He watched her peek into a still before throwing him a bright smile, leading him by their joined hands as she chattered with Jamie, the two so lost in conversation they didn’t notice his lack of reaction.

What if she knows I love her but doesn’t feel the same, but won’t say so? That idea made him feel even worse, as doubt chewed away at the happiness in his soul. He didn’t want her to humor him- if she didn’t want a relationship she should just say so. After eight years of knowing each other, working side by side day in and day out, didn’t she know him well enough to know he would put her wants above his own?

As they stepped out into the sunshine, heading back to the tasting room for their samples, he concluded with a heavy heart, We need to talk.

Consequences be damned.

Rose forced her smile wider, nodding along to Jamie’s explanations, her mind a million miles away- and directly next to her, focused solely on Malcolm. Almost as soon as the tour had started he’d shut down, and the longer it went on the more worried she grew. As far as she could tell nothing had happened, nothing to trigger this. It had just… started.

Accepting the small sample of whisky she took a sip, unable to focus on the taste (incredible, as always), instead watching Malcolm stare blankly at the proffered little cup for a long moment before accepting it, then throwing it back like a shot.

Jamie was frowning at him as well, gaze flickering to Rose who half-shrugged.

“Well, thank you for this, but we do need to be getting back to the house,” she said graciously; the other man clearly recognized the lie, but was kind enough to nod and play along anyway.

“Aye, I’m sure there’s much to do. Thank you for taking the time to visit us,” he replied, guiding them back to the entrance. “I’ve already shipped another case to London for you, Mal, just ring me when you want the next.”

“Oh!” Rose stopped dead, fumbling in her purse for the notecard she had prepared. “Can you ship a few bottles of your best- absolute top of the line- to this address?” She handed the card over. “And can you send a bill up to the house?”

Jamie accepted it without hesitation, but shook his head. “No need to bill-”

“No, I insist,” she said firmly. “This place is lovely, and- just do it. That’s an order. Or a decree. Or whatever it is you’re supposed to obey. Alright? Please.”

He pursed his lips in thought, glancing between them, but Rose just glared in response and Malcolm- Malcolm stared off into space, looking thoroughly unhappy. “Aye, I’ll do it, but I reserve the right not to cash the cheque. Fair enough?”

“Fine,” Rose nodded. “Top shelf, right? That’s for my Dad.”

“Yes, my lady,” Jamie sighed, smiling wryly. “Thank you for your visit, it was lovely to meet you.”

With a last, tight smile, she nodded. “Thank you!”

Once they were outside she let the smile fall, casting a worried look at her husband.

What happened?

“-At which point I decided what the hell, I’d hire the flamingos, they need the jobs, and we need new fishermen. The unicorn wasn’t happy, but I said ‘Horny, be welcoming, I still need you to fertilize the garden’. Malcolm, are you listening to me?”

He wasn’t. Gaze fixed firmly on a spot on the wall roughly six inches to the left of Jack’s head, Malcolm stared ahead without seeing, still utterly lost in his thoughts. The longer he spent scouring his memory for any proof of Rose’s love, the less he found, each precious memory reexamined and found lacking until he was left with nothing but a large, gaping wound in his chest where his heart had once resided.

“Huh?”

His cousin sighed, tossing the paperwork he held onto the desk and leaning back. “What’s wrong?”

They were in Jack’s office, going over the budget for the last few years and adjusting the upcoming ones- or at least, that was the meeting’s purpose. He hadn’t heard a word of it, though.

Not bothering to play dumb, Malcolm merely groaned and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees as he hung his head. “Do you think Rose is in love with me?”

“Your wife? Yes. What kind of bullshit question is that?”

“Forget that she’s my wife, just in general- do you think she’s in love with me?”

He waited for an answer that didn’t come, eventually raising his head to find Jack staring at him in incredulous disbelief.

“Mal, what in the name of fuck is going on? What are you asking? Why?”

He groaned, slumping back on the sofa. “If I tell you, it doesn’t leave this room.”

“Deal.”

“That includes Ianto.”

His cousin made an exasperated sound. “Obviously. Would you just tell me?”

“Wallace changed his will, and said that I can only inherit the property after his death… if Rose and I got married. That if we didn’t, everything would go to the government, and the Foundation would have to close. So… we got married. Only, I’m absolutely arse over teakettle for her, and have no idea if she feels the same,” he explained sadly to his folded hands, unable to meet Jack’s eye, not wanting to see the disgust or pity he would likely find there.

Silence reigned for a long moment, before a strangled noise came from the other side of the room. Looking up, he found Jack clutching his stomach, bent in double and softly wheezing.

“Jack?”

“You numpty,” he gasped. “You utter bampot. How could you fall for that?”

Malcolm blinked, jaw dropping slightly as he realized the other man was laughing. “What’re you on about?”

Something about his expression apparently broke Jack, for he fell out of his chair and began rolling on the floor holding his stomach, howling in earnest.

“Jack. Jack. Jack!”

Jack utterly ignored him, too wrapped up in his laughing fit to pay him any attention until Malcolm nudged him in the side with his foot – hard.

“Ow,” Jack wheezed, sitting up. “You don’t have to kick me.”

“Well, you weren’t stopping on your own,” he grumped. “Now, get up and explain yourself.”

He did, taking his grand old time, still snorting and snickering as he got himself situated again. “Right, you realize that can’t be legal, to start.”

“What?”

“I don’t think you can leave a title to the government like that,” Jack chortled. “Now, maybe if he had disinherited you if you didn’t marry her, that might be legal, but then it would pass to me. He can’t just skip us. I think you’ve been punked.”

Malcolm shook his head in denial. “No, I talked to his lawyer-”

“Listen to me. How could he skip me? Why would he skip me?”

“To punish me?”

Jack gave him a look. “How would that be a punishment, exactly? You haven’t been here in what, fifteen years? Sure, you manage the Foundation and see to the Townhouse, but that’s not really the Estate. Purely from a practical side, I should be the Lord. Now, I’m not begrudging you that, and am happy to serve as your proxy- and heir- but why would he punish both of us? What did I do?”

He had several good points, but Malcolm was still unsure, finding it hard to believe Wallace would use his will to lie to or trick him. “I suppose we’ll never know.”

“Eh…” Leaning to the side, Jack opened a drawer and pulled out a sealed letter. “Here. I wasn’t supposed to give it to you until after you two sorted out your shit, but…”

He handed it over, and Malcolm accepted it gingerly, noting his uncle’s handwriting on it.

“What does it say?”

“It’s sealed,” Jack shrugged, before smirking at Malcolm’s skeptical expression. “Just… read it.”

Oh, boy. Wally, what did you do?

#bbatcfic #ficandchips #Doctor Who #doctorroseprompts #Human!12xRose #Human!Twelfth Doctor #Rose Tyler #Human AU #AU #The Nuptial Necessity

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