#also his softness with Del earlier on I'm!!

[hedonistbyheart]

I am continuously blessed by the sandman audio drama. 

In the comic Dream comes back from Orpheus the first time and the art has him looking subdued and despondent, while Delirium tells him he’s shaking, but actually getting James McAvoy’s shaky, broken voice on top of that is doing me in. I am feeling all the things.

#sandman audio #audible sandman #also his softness with Del earlier on I'm!!

[lilyrizzy]

Hi I love your writing!! I wish I had that talent. I was wondering if you have any thoughts of what happened next after Omega Daniel and Baby Alpha Max mated

anon you are very sweet! for you, i hope you like it

When Daniel woke up in his Singapore hotel room, every inch of him was throbbing. His head, his thighs, his fucking hole. His neck. He'd wanted to get up, to tugs the curtains the rest of the way closed so the the evil sliver of sunlight bathing his face would disapear, but he couldn't. Half lying on top of him, Max's hands were covering his skin possessively, one on his tit and one low on his stomach, fingers splayed wide.

This is still nice, a treterous part of Daniel's brain had told him.

Then, Max had looked up at him to smile, letting Daniel see the dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and he'd realised how fucked they both were.

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"You are angry at me," Max says for the sixth time since they boarded the plane. Max's plane, his new and flashy private charter that Daniel had teased him for being a poor attempt of an omega magnet.

God.

He'd pushed Max off him in the bed earlier, shoved his clothes towards him a little harder than necessary with shaking hands and told him to go and wash his face. Standing behind him in the mirror, Daniel had inspected his own neck, and yes- They were fucked.

Fucked, fucked, fucked.

Now, he supresses a sigh, and like, the urge to jump out of the emergency exit.

"I'm not angry," he promises, also for the sixth time, not looking up from where he's organising his intently Spotify playlists. "I'm just focusing. You know I have TuPac and Lana Del Ray in the same playlist right now? A tradegy."

He wishes he could actually listen to the music, but his stupid headphones are stuffed into his bag, out of battery.

"I do not know who either of those people are." Max says, and Daniel can hear the scowl on his face without having to see it, but now he can like, smell it. Max's annoyance, the way his scent gets all sour.

Right, he let Red Bulls golden boy mate him. Christian is going to murder him, and then Helmut is going to dance on his grave.

Still, Max's statement is ridiculous enough to have him momentarily distracted from his bouncing leg, and the impending sense of doom.

"Come on Maxy," he says, looking up in dismay. TuPac is a little before Max's time, but he can't be mated to someone who doesn't know who Lana Del Ray is. It's just- No.

He bursts into an over dramatic crooning of Video Games, just to punish him a little for his ignorance.

"Daniel," Max says, and then with his serious face finally melting into softness as he starts giggling, he scootches closer to Daniel on the seat. "Daniel, I am of course trying to be serious. I did not mean to."

That has Daniel's song fading into silence.

There's a moment where Daniel realises how he could play this and probably get away without so much as one bad word from Christian, but- Even though it would be easy, it's not fair, to Max. To lay the entirety of this shit sandwich at his doorstop.

"I know," he says honestly, keeping his eyes fixed now on where he's flipping his phone over and over in his hand. "It- Look, it's not like I stopped you. It's not- It's not like I didn't want it too, maybe."

For a moment, Max says nothing as the recycled air in cabin starts to get sweeter.

"Yeah?"

When he speaks, his voice sounds tentatively hopeful, and it tugs at something in Daniel's chest.

"Yeah," he promises, and on a whim, he lifts his arm for Max to curl underneath.

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Max follows Daniel to his apartment.

Daniel opens his mouth to ask Max if he's lost, to remind him his apartment is two floors up but-

"What movie should we watch?" Max asks, already toeing his shoes off at the door like a good boy. "Martin told me about this very funny one and I thought you would like it. I will get him to text me the name. What do you want for dinner, also?"

Daniel closes his mouth, hand coming up to rub through the curls sitting at the nape of his neck. He needs a haircut.

"You're, ah- You're staying?" He eventually asks, following Max to where he's sat himself down on the sofa and started fluffing up the pillows next to him- presumably the ones he wants Daniel to sit on.

"Of course," Max says, looking up from his handy work, pleased. Then, "on the plane, Daniel, you said you wanted this too. And you are my omega now, so of course, I want to be here with you."

Daniel nods. "Right."

Max gets up from the sofa when Daniel doesn't move any closer, comes to stand in front of Daniel, and takes both of his hands in his.

"I know I am young," he says, so earnest, and Jos Verstappen's horrified face flashes in Daniel's mind for a split second before disappearing. "Probably you think I will be bad, but I- I want to try. To be good. A good mate."

He leans in then and kisses Daniel. It's nothing like the eager, clumsy kisses of the night before, it's just- Soft. The way you'd kiss somebody if you loved them.

"I wanted you for a really long time," Max admits, like a secret against Daniel's lips when he pulls back, and Daniel supposes Max thought it was. He probably didn't realise he had a crush that could be seen from outer space, if he couldn't see Daniel had one right back.

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"Me too, Maxy," he says and kisses him again, because this close to Max it's impossible not to. It shouldn't feel this good, shouldn't make something tight in Daniel's chest uncoil, but it does. "Alright. Alright, fuck it, lets- Let's do it."

They made their bed, it might be nice to try lying in it.

"I am coming up."

They're sat in Daniel's car, the one he drives when he's in England, parked in front of the Red Bull Factory. Typical to British weather, it's raining, big fat dropplets of water spalttering against the windshield, falling from a grey sky.

"Max, it's okay," Daniel says, leaning across the gear shift to touch his knee. "I can tell him on my own."

Daniel is the one who should have known better and told Christian no in the first place. Except-

Since Singapore, since them, they've not spent a night apart. It's been some of the best sex of Daniel's life, followed by the best nights of sleep he's had all season. Like something inside him knows he's safe. This isn't what they planned, but no matter what Christian says, neither of them are giving it up.

Lifting his other hand, Max touches proudly at the mark on Daniel's neck. He has a matching one now, on his tit because Daniel is who he is, and because Max had shyly asked for it 'over my heart.'

"I am coming with you," Max says again, firmer. He takes Daniel's hand and it makes him shiver. "Daniel, you are not on your own, not anymore."

"Alright," Daniel relents, nodding. He's still getting used to it too, having an alpha, but also just having someone who wants to take care of him. "But you can't let him chew me out, okay?"

Max's eyes narrow, his expression turning dark.

"Like he would dare," he mutters but it just makes Daniel laugh, scrubbing a hand through Max's hair roughly.

"Easy tiger," he says, because this thing is something they're both still learning but- Together. They can do it together. "I need me, my alpha and my boss all in one piece if that's alright by you."

The clouds from Max's expression cleared, a sunshine smile taking over his face.

"Your alpha?" He repeated, smugly.

"Yeah, yeah," Daniel said, opening the car door but unable to hold back his own grin. "Get in the building Verstappen, before I kick your ass up the stairs myself."

#as always im lazy so riddled with grammar mistakes #pacing is fuckeddddd but i am who i am and all know theyre in love so #max/daniel #fic #thanks danni for reading and liking this & thanks lorna for reading and telling me how to make it better lol #i dont think i succeeded but i tried!!

[missgavi]

Ok what about Gavi being obssesed with readers accent (could be from Latin America) and begging her to say random words cause of the accent, or vice versa

Also love your work, and the gavi inspos are 1000/10 ❤️

In case y'all didn't know, I'm from Romania so I'll do a romanian reader because speaking english with a romanian accent is so funny for no reason 😭

"Pablo, go to sleep" you groaned, pushing the boy away from you. The two of you were in bed, all cuddled up. The plan was to go to sleep. That was until Gavi's energy kicked in and that's how you winded up in this situation.

"A few more words and I'll go to sleep, I promise" the spaniard argued, loving your accent and the way you pronounced words , especially in romanian.

He himself had an accent but for whatever reason yours just seemed more appealing to him.

Spinning around, you face your boyfriend, a huge smile on his face, his eyes bright. Sighing, you nod and wait for him to request words.

"Okay, say 'I'm very tired' "

"i am tired" you deadpanned , your eyelids close to dropping from exhaustion. Gavi didn't find you funny at all, a small pout overtaking his lips.

"come on y/n'' he whined, his hand squeezing the hip he was caressing earlier. giving in , you smile at him and say.

"Sunt foarte obosita"

The squeal Gavi let out was similar to a toddlers in a park. It's like you just told him he won the Copa del Rey. He requested a few more words and phrases both in romanian and in spanish, just to hear your voice and the accent you had.

"this one and we can go to bed. say 'te quiero mucho mi amor'''

"te iubesc foarte mult iubirea mea''

With a soft smile, Gavi repeated the words back to you before kissing your soft lips, the two of you calling it a night and settling deeper under the covers.

#miss gavi drabbles #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi x y/n #pg6

[mxeve0]

Atticus Finch X Virgin! Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), p in v, hair pulling, slight degradation??? idk we'll see.

Context: You babysit for Jem and Scout sometimes, whenever Atticus calls, but this time he calls for a different reason. Also it's your first time but he doesn't know that.

Grab a glass of water or smthn and settle down cos this one is LONGGG

Not Just A Baby-sitter

also he is so this song argue with the wall

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It wasn't often that you were called over to the Finch's house, but when you were it was usually just to watch Jem and Scout, to make sure they didn't burn the house down or anything. However, when Atticus rang you a couple minutes earlier, during the middle of the day when the kids were at school, you couldn't help but wonder why.

You knocked on the door, straightening out a crease in your skirt as you waited. The door opened, Atticus stood in the doorway, looking, well, not his best. His hair was ruffled and messy, his glasses were askew, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, as well as his...fly? You looked away quickly, hoping he didn't notice how your eyes trailed down him, examining him carefully. However, he didn't seem to have noticed as he grabbed your arm, pulling you into the house and shutting the door behind you.

"Sorry about this doll," he said quickly, sliding his hand down your arm to grab your hand, leading you into the kitchen. "It's just, I've got a problem you see, and, well, it could use a woman's touch," he explained, the colour of his cheeks darkening slightly as he did so.

"No, it's alright," You said softly, curiosity lacing your voice. As the two of you reached the opposite end of the kitchen, Atticus spun you around, pinning you against the counters now behind you. You start to gasp, but you were cut off as he abruptly pressed his lips against yours. As one of his hands reached up and caressed your jaw, and the other snaked it's way around your waist, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the bulge that threatened to spill out of his open fly.

The pair of you broke apart, breathing heavily as you look up at him through your lashes. Behind his glasses, his eyes were soft and compassionate, glossed over with sympathy and...guilt? His hands found their way to the zip on the back of your dress, undoing it slowly.

"If, at any point, you want to stop, we can," Atticus said as the zip reached the end. You smiled at his gentlemanly-ness, slipping the dress off and kicking it away. Wrapping your hands back around his neck, you watch as he examines your body, trailing his fingers down you gently. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips for a second, before he quickly places them back on yours.

You reach one hand up into his hair, tugging at it gently, whilst your other hand reached down his back, pulling him closer towards you. His shirt is rough against your bare skin, which his hands continue to explore. Atticus pauses the kiss to lift you up onto the kitchen counter. As you wrap your legs around his waist, you let go of his hair and start to undo the rest of his shirt buttons. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, begging for entry, which you allow.

His hot breath travels down your throat and you can taste a slight hint of red wine, whilst his hands reach behind you to undo your bra. You slip his shirt off and throw it, along with your bra, vaguely in the same direction as your dress. Atticus pulls away and rests his head on your shoulder. For those few seconds, all that could be heard was the heavy breathing that came from both of you.

"Have you been drinking?" You ask in between deep breaths. He looks up at you with puppy eyes and smiles gently.

"I may have had a glass of two, but I'm completely sober if that's what you're worried about," he says as his hands begin to fondle your breasts. You rest your head on top of his as he bites and pulls at the skin around your collarbone, leaving small marks.

As you trace your hands up and down his back, Atticus moves his hands away and replaces them with his mouth. He pulls gently, biting slightly a few times, but not enough to hurt. In fact, as his mouth continues to work on your breasts, you can feel a heat rising in the pit of your stomach, and your hands begin to mindless tug at the top of his trousers. Feeling your neediness, his mouth comes back up to meet yours, smiling as he kisses you passionately.

"Yeah~?" He says teasingly, grabbing your hands with his and using them to push his trousers down, just enough to make room for his bulge. Your eyes widen automatically as you take in the size of it, and you quickly try to regain composure. You feel his smile as he presses his lips against yours, his hands coming up to support your neck.

Pressing your lower shin into his crotch, Atticus moans quietly, letting you deepen the kiss, exploring his mouth with your tongue. Reaching up, you guide his hands down to your bare thighs. His hands were rough, but his movements were gentle and soft as he squeezed your thighs, ever so slowly moving closer towards your panties.

You pull away from him, breathing heavily as you rest your head on his shoulder. Looking down, you hooked a finger of the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal more of his happy-trail. Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you nuzzle into his neck, attempting to hide away as you pull the waistband all the way down. You feel as his dick springs up against his stomach, and you can't help but trace your fingers up and down, realising how big it actually is. You hear Atticus laugh breathlessly, so you look up to meet his gaze.

"Your face is getting warm," he smiles, looking down at you through his glasses. He pushes his hips forward, his dick gently grazing the wet fabric of your panties. You moan involuntarily, pushing your head back into his neck. Atticus kisses the back of your neck, slipping his fingers into your wet folds, earning another moan from you, which was muffled by his neck.

"Please~ Atticus," you whispered, trying to push your hips forward on the counter in an attempt to get some more friction.

"Alright," he smiled, wrapping his hands underneath your thighs, picking you up off of the counter. Placing you on the floor, Atticus spun you around by your waist and pushed the top of your back gently, bending you over the counter. You gasp as the cold countertop presses against your tits. Atticus pushes your legs further apart, and you can't help but feel slightly vulnerable in this position. "Are you ready?" He asks as you feel his dick graze lightly over your pussy. You nod and hum in approval.

"Sweetheart I'm not going any further until you say it," he says, leaning over you, his chest warm against your back. "Are you ready?"

"Yes- ah," you reply, feeling his tip brush against your folds. Atticus hums softly, standing back up straight and grabbing your hips to align himself. You bite your lip as he pushes his dick into you, stretching you out as he moves slowly. It hurt, but it was bearable. His pelvis is warm against your ass as he pushes his dick in as far as he can. Your back seems to arch automatically, as your brows furrow whilst you moan. Atticus stays still for a while whilst you get used to the feeling. You begin to rock back and forth gently, silently begging him for some kind of friction, which he allows.

He pumps into you, slowly at first whilst his hands grip your hips and thighs. You rest your head on the counter while you grip the edge of it tightly, breathing heavily and moaning involuntarily. Hearing Atticus whisper little praises made you realise that you'd never done this before, and you never would have imagined it would have felt this good.

"Ah, good girl~" He whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. You whimper faintly as his grip on your hips and thighs tighten. Propping yourself up on your arm, you try to turn around to look at Atticus, but the position stops you from looking at him properly. Noticing this, he moves one hand and presses down on your lower back to keep you in place whilst he grabs your jaw with his other hand, forcing you to look at him.

"You want to watch me ruin you? Hmm?" He teased, his voice laced with lust in a way that made you melt. He let go of you, and your head seems to whip back around. His hand reached up and tangled around your hair, pulling your hair hard, forcing you to lean your head back. A moan escapes your throat as he pumps into you at a steady pace. You listen as he whispers little things under his breath, and how your breathing becomes heavy.

"Att- ah~ Atticus, please go- go slower," you beg as your legs shake uncontrollably. He lets go of your hair and your head flops down onto your arms. Resting his hands in the middle of your back, Atticus slows down to a gentle pace, allowing you to catch your breath.

"You alright doll? I didn't...hurt you did I?" He asks, leaning over you slightly. You shake your head.

"No, I've just, never done this, before," you manage to say between heavy breaths. The air is quiet and heavy with thick tension as Atticus stops completely, pulling himself out of you and pulling your shoulders to stand you up straight.

"You've never...oh my," he mumbles as you turn around to look at him. One hand is resting on his hip while his other hand fidgeted with his glasses. You could see through the lenses that his eyes were glazed with guilt.

"What's wrong? You know, I'm glad that my first time is with you," You smile, desperate to continue. Reaching up, you grab his hand and bring it down, placing it in between your thighs. He smiles and chuckles quietly to himself. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks as his fingers work in between your folds.

"Alright darlin'," Atticus says, wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you up. You connect your lips to his as he places you down on the kitchen table gently. As the two of you separate from the kiss, he pushes you back down slowly, keeping one hand on your back to stop you from falling.

You rest your head against the wood as he pushes your legs apart, lining himself back up with you. Your legs wrap around his waist and your hands grip the edge of the table as his pushes into you. His dick went in easier this time, but it was still a little tight.

As his hips meet yours, Atticus leans over you, grabbing your hand and bringing it above your head, interlocking your fingers with his. You wrap your other hand around his neck to steady yourself.

He pumps into you at a steady pace, slower than before, but still hitting the right spot. Your legs tighten around him and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the involuntary noises that escaped your throat.

"Ah- you sound so good- sweetheart," he whispers, leaving little kisses along your neck. Your back arches as you feel an unexplainable sensation building in the pit of your stomach. You whisper his name, it being the only thing you can manage to say. He groans above you, letting go of your hand and gripping your hips. His grip is tight, and you know it would leave bruises later, but you were too overwhelmed to focus on that right now.

"Oh, Atti-" Your voice catches in your throat and your lower back lifts off the table and your legs shake wildly. He smiles and loosens his grip on your hips, watching you come down from your high.

You sigh and wipe away the few tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes. As your breathing slows, you sit up on your elbows, your gaze meets his. Atticus pulls himself out of you, groaning quietly as his dick throbs. He was close, you could tell.

You slide off the table, sitting on your knees, your eyes level with his dick. His hand reaches down and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

"Now be a doll and make sure I finish, won't you?" He asks, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your heart skipped a beat; you had never seen him so demanding before. You were going to, of course. It was the whole reason he called you after all.

Reaching your hand up, you wrap it around his hard cock, pumping it slowly. You rest your other hand on his thigh, continuing to stroke is dick, occasionally pausing to graze your thumb over the head.

Atticus tangles his fingers in your hair, gripping it firmly and pushing the tip to your lips. You take the head into your mouth. Continuing to pump his shaft, you use the tip of your tongue to tease his slit, earning a stifled moan from him. He pushes your head further down. You gag a little as it touches the back of your throat, and Atticus apologises, slightly letting go of your hair.

As you continue to bob your head up and down, you could feel his cock throbbing in your throat. His breath was becoming quick and shallow; you could tell he was close.

"Ah~ darlin' I'm gonna- oh god." Atticus groans as he thrusts into your throat. You can feel the cum hit the back of your throat, and you try to pull away but he holds you still. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving a small string of cum behind. He smiles as he watches you swallow.

"Stay there sweetheart, I'll get you cleaned up," he says, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hum quietly and sit back against the leg of the table, watching as he gets you a glass of water. If you weren't sure before, you were definitely sure that you loved him now.

#Spotify #smut #x reader #atticus #atticus finch

[snowmist-hashira]

Heyy, I want you to know that your writings are wonderful! Like you can write Muichiro and Yuichiro's characters very well! So therefore, I have a request that you can do it anytime!

A heart warming scene between Muichiro × demon slayer/pillar/non-demon slayer!reader (it's up to you) who loves to play piano. That was the first time Muichiro ever saw that instrumen and then y/n offered him to play it together. Although he was a little bit hesitant at first, Muichiro accepted her offer.

I've been craving for this scene from Hotel Del Luna for a longgg time! This is how she would help him to play the piano, the song is Noctrune Op. 9 No. 2 so you can easly represent the atmosphere (For the position, the guy is y/n and the girl is Muichiro) Thank you, have a great day<3

[Chapter title: Melodic Reverie]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:(One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader Master list:♠ Information ♠ Word count: 904

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I am open to requests for Muichiro x Reader content, and I also enjoy engaging in roleplays. If you're interested in either, please feel free to check out my pinned post for more information. ~ ♠

Thank you for your kind words! I'm delighted to hear that you appreciate my writing. I hope I was able to accurately convey your request. Your support means a lot to me. Thank you! ♥ (Scheduled)

Muichiro continued walking with his usual emotionless expression, but his footsteps came to a halt as he caught the sound of soothing music reaching his ears. His head turned instinctively, seeking the source of the melodic tune.

He approached Y/n's estate, he couldn't help but be captivated by the enchanting sight of the wisteria vines gracefully cascading towards the ground. Its gentle descent seemed to match the serene notes of the music he had heard earlier, creating a tranquil atmosphere that drew him in.

The mist pillar continued his steps, his usually emotionless expression softening as he took in the beauty surrounding him. The sound of the music grew louder as he neared the source, and he found himself being pulled closer, almost as if the melody itself was beckoning him.

Curiosity piqued, Muichiro approached the room where the sound of the piano was emanating from. The soft notes flowed through the air, intertwining with the delicate presence of the wisteria. As he peered into the room, he laid eyes on a piano for the first time, its elegant form and black and white keys captivating his attention.

Y/n was skillfully playing it, her fingers gracefully dancing across the keys, producing the enchanting melody that had drawn Muichiro to this place, the way she played seemed effortless.

Y/n continued to play the piano, her graceful movements mirrored the delicate and intricate nature of the music as her fingers danced across the keys, effortlessly producing each note with precision and skill, her body swaying in rhythm with the melody, displaying a deep connection to the music that transcended words. Muichiro remained in the doorway, captivated by the sight before him.

As if attuned to Muichiro's lingering presence, Y/n suddenly turned towards him, bringing both of them to a sudden halt. Muichiro blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He hadn't expected to be noticed, especially since he had been observing from a distance without making his presence known.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” With a soft chuckle, Y/n broke the silence, apologizing for not acknowledging him earlier.

“It’s fine…” He trailed off, “What’s that?” He asked, curiosity was piqued as he observed the piano, his gaze focused on the intricate details of the instrument. He took a few steps closer, his eyes scanning the keys, the wooden body, and the overall construction of the piano.

“Piano. Never seen one?” Y/n’s question prompted him to shake his head slightly, indicating that he had never encountered it before.

"No, I've never seen one," Muichiro admitted, his tone reflecting his genuine curiosity.

Y/n smiled, “Want to try?”

Muichiro's gaze lingered on the piano, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty swirling within his eyes. The prospect of trying his hand at this unfamiliar instrument both intrigued and intimidated him. He had never ventured into the realm of music before, and the thought of creating melodies seemed like a daunting task.

With a subtle nod, Muichiro accepted Y/n's invitation. He stepped closer to the piano, his fingers hovering over the keys and gently pressed a key to which his initial hesitation resurfaced as the sound of the piano key reverberated through the room, causing a momentary flinch.

Y/n softly chuckled, “Here.” she stood up and gestured towards the cushioned seat, inviting Muichiro to take a seat and make himself comfortable to which he complied.

Muichiro's eyes remained locked on the keys, his hands hovering uncertainly above them, filled with hesitation. He couldn't help but wonder how Y/n made it seem so effortless.

Y/n's smile widened as she observed Muichiro's endearing expression of confusion. She found his lost demeanor endearing, a charming contrast to his typically composed and focused nature.

Taking a step closer, Y/n positioned herself behind Muichiro, her body enveloping his with a comforting embrace, she leaned over, her chest against his back. She gently placed her hands on top of his, her touch guiding his fingers to the correct keys.

Muichiro's eyes widened at the unexpected touch of Y/n's hands on top of his. The closeness of their proximity and the warmth radiating from Y/n's presence created an intimate atmosphere that was both comforting and exhilarating.

A mix of emotions swirled within Muichiro, his heart beating a little faster. He had always been reserved and composed, unaccustomed to such close interactions.

"Feel the keys beneath your fingertips," Y/n softly said, guiding his hands.

Muichiro's heart continued to race as Y/n's voice resonated in his ears. He took a deep breath, allowing her words to penetrate his thoughts and calm the storm of emotions within him.

He began to lower his fingers onto the keys, trembling ever so slightly, a testament to the mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through his veins.

Y/n's guidance continued, Muichiro surrendered himself to the touch of the keys. He allowed his fingertips to press against them, feeling the subtle resistance and the resulting vibrations that echoed through the room.

His resistance melted away as he surrendered himself to the melody. The captivating notes resonated within him, creating a sense of solace that seemed to transport him to a different realm—one free from the burdens of demons and conflicts.

Their fingers moved across the keys, as the music enveloped him, its enchanting embrace drowning out the noises of the outside world.

The idea of stepping outside his comfort zone was daunting for Muichiro. However, he contemplated making an exception, just this once, for Y/n.

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[slytherinwitchthings]

To Take Care of You

Ominis Gaunt X OC!Female

Tags: none, just a fic where Ominis is sick and finally taken care of

Part 3 of 3.

The next time Ominis wakes, it's because the pillow he is laying on moves. Groaning, he tries to cuddle further into its warmth, burrowing his face into the softness. He hears a gasp, and then,

"Ominis, Ominis, you gotta get up. The potion is ready and you need to take it, come on. I know, I know dear, but you have to let me up".

Groaning again, Ominis opens his eyes and searches for his wand. His hand trails over his pillow and he suddenly realizes it wasn't a pillow at all. And his hand is still touching a very alive chest. He sits up suddenly and immediately regrets the decision, as he becomes dizzy again. He can feel the not-pillow rubbing soothing circles on his back, hushing him and telling him it's okay. As he sits up straight, he feels her get off the bed, walking away. Within seconds, Adelia is back and she's pressing a phial in his hands.

"Drink up, all of it. It's not the best taste but it'll help. I promise". She murmurs.

Deciding to get it over with, he uncorks the phial and knocks it back, grimacing at the medicinal taste. He can hear her laughing at his expression and she brings one hand up to rest on his cheek,

"I know you're sick, but you really are just so cute". Another forehead kiss. Ominis almost wants to stay sick, if it means she will keep giving him forehead kisses, if she will keep touching him and holding him.

"I'm sorry. For grabbing you and well, your chest. I thought you were my pillow". He says, looking in her general direction.

"I was your pillow. And I'm happy to be your pillow whenever you'd like".

Ominis snorts now. "You're just saying that because I'm sick and pathetic looking".

"Well dear Ominis, you ARE sick but you could never look pathetic. It's actually rather annoying that even while sick, you're still so bloody handsome".

Hearing this causes him to sputter. "Handsome? You think I'm? Please, don't jest like this", his expression withdrawn.

Gently, Del cups his face again. While she knows he cannot see, she wants him facing her. Taking a deep breath she says, "Ominis, you are incredibly handsome. I should have made sure you knew earlier. Your eyes are this milky blue that I would happily drown in. Your hair is so soft and whether you've styled it or it's messy like now, I just want to run my hands through it. I want to trace every one of your beauty marks, chart them as if they're the stars outside. You're an amazing wizard and man. You are handsome, and you are also so much more. You are wickedly funny and witty. You have such a sarcastic streak. You're gentle, calm, and quiet but never one to take anyone's shit. I'm in utter awe of you. I could go on but I have said too much already. And I meant it earlier - I'd let you use me as a pillow whenever you wanted because cuddling with you, holding you, or having your arm around me, feels like home. Your scent surrounds me and I'm just.... happy."

Ominis sits there in absolute shock, and is shocked when Adelia uses a finger to wipe a tear from his face. He didn't realise he'd started to cry. He has longed for her to say this to him, to notice him. For anyone to truly see him as more than just "that blind Gaunt boy". He is still sitting on the bed and she is still standing on the side, so he lunges forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, burying his head into her. He sobs, deep sobs, and he doesn't understand why he's crying so hard when it's what he wanted but at the same time he realizes that no one has ever praised him in this way.

Adelia stands there, hugging Ominis to her and her heart clenches at his sobs. She'd love nothing more than to meet his family and scream at them - rant and rave about how horrible they are and how they have never deserved the young man she is holding. She hears herself mindlessly shushing him, giving whatever comfort he allows her to give. Slowly, Ominis stops crying, his grip on her waist not loosening though.

She knows the potion is going to cause him to feel drowsy soon and he needs to drink water before he falls back asleep, but she wishes she could just hold him and show him how loved he truly is. Show him just how amazing she believed him to be. Gently she pulls back from him, kneeling in front of his hunched form. She uses her wand to accio the cup to her, making sure to keep one hand on him so he knows she hasn't left.

"Shhh, shhh sweet heart. I'm here. You need to drink this, alright? You're going to get sleepy soon and I need to take care of you before. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I will always take care of you, as long as you let me".

Ominis takes the cup from her, draining it. "Will...will you please come back to bed with me"? His voice wavers, unsure of her reaction.

Adelia stands and moves to the other side of the bed. Ominis turns, lying on his side to face her. He reaches a tentative hand out to touch her face, mapping it. Her scent surrounds him and he finds himself snuggling into her again. She's correct, he can feel himself getting drowsier and drowsier. Her hands are back to where they were before - playing with his hair and rubbing imaginary patterns all over his back. Before sleep can claim him, he whispers, "you feel like what I've always wanted home to be". He smiles as he feels her kiss him on his forehead again, at last falling asleep.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x oc #hogwarts legacy characters #to take care of you

[nasasaneya]

Girl at the window And Man in front of the house Episode 1

Among the stars from the street lights in a townhouse in the heart of London, Mayfair, next to Crafton Road. There was always a young woman sitting on the window sill in the early evening. She has brown hair, blue eyes, which just doesn't match. But he thought it was strangely beautiful.

He was a young man from the other side of the house who liked to sit in front of the house. Recently, he's been reading La Sombra Del Viento, a detective novel by a Spanish author. It's fun literature. Heartbreaking romance And I don't expect anything other than that. But the point is not in the book or in the next chapter that he or she will be the key—oh, what am I thinking?

She likes to sip tea by the window in the evening. I guess she must be very tired from work. It's not very important. But she has a book of romance novels like Bridgerton. Always on hand, I think it's the fourth book and I think she only has one because over the past several months. I still see her reading this book even though a few other books appear. Wait... I'm not a voyeur. Because sometimes we accidentally meet each other's eyes and hold each other's books up.

I thought that book would be fun...a detective novel? I'm just thinking but I'm not really going to read it because I like romantic. But most of what I see They only read detective genres. harror, I'm means horror. I find this type of books lacking charm. But every book has its charm. I just might not find You know, I used to read Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code. It was fun. But lately, no... I've been addicted to romance books for months, Bridgerton! I guess everyone knows it. A dreamy romance. There's a series as well, as you know, it's really good. Now, back to the story.

He likes to sit in the evening like me. But I guess he's working from home. Because it's rare to see him outside. But that guy in front of the house, he acted like an old man.. Uh yeah, he's old, how old is he? I guess mid thirty-five. But it would definitely waste a lot of manners. that I go to judge old people But he's not that old, meaning he's good-looking. When you smile, you can see wrinkles at the corners of your eyes. I like his hands, they look big and soft at the same time. Do you see that line of veins? Oh God! I really want to talk to him...

She likes to sit there and read a book. She might be in her early twenties. She like tea, but I prefer coffee. But I'm definitely an English gentleman. But I just don't like tea. and don't like messy things In fact, London is quite chaotic. But this house is not very chaotic, is it? I think so, because when I'm focused on a book, coffee, cool breeze, ah, it's so good. I forgot the chaos But it had been months since she moved in. She is an introvert but friendly. Do you understand? The type that doesn't like to interfere with anyone but smiles I also like to help But he rarely messed with anyone. It might sound like a contradiction, but I don't think so. I don't like messing with anyone. But I don't like helping people either. Sounds bad.. I'm thirty-six years old. Been through a lot of worlds and knows enough about what to do next. And today is like every day But it won't be the same every day. because I was about to walk straight to the house across the street

I'm wondering if he left the house earlier than usual. But no books and coffee mugs. But he has a bouquet of lilies? Where was he going? He looked left and right and walked straight into her front garden!

Oh God! He's coming to her house!

I wonder if anyone will want to continue reading or not...?

#Girl at the window And Man in front of the house #short story #fan fiction #novel #short fanfiction #james mcavoy #anya taylor joy #bridgerton

[chaoticpizzalawyerbiscuit]

I just read your Azriel × reader one shot, I think I'm in love ! And I have a request for you. I've been in love with one song and one song only. It hhas never been changed since like very long time , lot's of years. And the song is Lana Del Rey- Love. The feeling that it gives me is just enchanting. English is my second language so sometimes I just shut down my brain for English and just feel the song with its melodies and rhytm. And it always gives me hope but also kinda sad. Like it has been raining hard but now you see rainbow or you missed your lover terribly and now you're kissing them. I think you got what I meant. Can you write someting with Azriel that' gonna make me feel like the song does? I know this might be silly or doesn't make any sense but if you do I would be more than happy and appreciated💖 thank you so much!

Love

Hi! I'm sorry it took me so long to answer you, but here it is!! I hope you enjoy it, darling 🥰 ✨don’t forget to make your own request✨ • I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy • WARNING! this is VERY angsty and sad, and you might cry and/or explode because of the fluff

My tears dampened the pillow beneath my head. Today, sadness claimed me more than yesterday, sucking the very strength out of me. It paralises me enough that I can’t get out of bed, and that I only wish crawl into a dark corner, staying there forever.

Loneliness was my most hated color. But today, it paints every moment of my miserable existence. And I think it suits me.

∞

The pain blurred my eyes, and I only saw teardrops

The pain took my youth, and left the weight of my mistakes

The pain blurred my days, and I lost track of time

The pain took my soul, and left the monster of my true self

and eventually

The pain blurred my emotions, and I stopped feeling at all.

∞

My mother used to say beautiful words that my young ears never understood. Most of them got lost with time, but one was carved into my very skin.

alight

And yet, even after I learned what it meant, I never got to feel it.

∞

But I should’ve guessed it. Destiny liked me too much to leave me alone as well. So he played the strings one last time, and magic was done. I felt it all again.

The pain blurred my eyes, and I only saw teardrops

The pain took my youth, and left the weight of my mistakes

The pain blurred my days, and I lost track of time

The pain took my soul, and left the monster of my true self

and eventually

The pain blurred my emotions, and I stopped feeling at all.

but I saw his face and

The pain no longer blurred or took anything

The pain was gone.

∞

Azriel, she learned later, was his name. That gorgeous male was her mate, and the classic, beautiful traces of his face never failed to take her breath away.

Once, he asked her, in the middle of the night

“Y/N, why are your eyes so sad?”

He had never seen someone like her, with an indescribable beauty. She was elegant and gracious, fun and unpredictable, but above all, she was intense. And so was her sadness.

What strained his heart the most was her eyes, that even after an eternity of laughter, reflected such a deep suffering. He saw eyes like that on his own face.

The only answer he got was a single teardrop down her cheek.

∞

Turns out, the pain never truly went away. It was just forgotten when she was around him, and because of that, the moments away from him were unbearable.

He found out about this too when he came to see her, and found her crying. Harsh sobs racked through her body, and his gut clenched.

He knelt in front of her, took her face into his scarred hands, and asked

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything.” She whispered. “All of it is so awful, and you are my only light. I drown in grief every day of my life. I feel too much, and feel nothing at all. I want better, but I can’t stop treating myself so awfully.” Her voice raised with every word, and agony filled her. “It hurts. It all hurts.”

He embraced her, pulling her into his warmth, trying to sooth the pain. She laid her forehead on his chest, kneeling with him, and gripped his shirt with an iron grip. She would not loose him as well.

After the tears and sobs, she tried to move away, and he pulled her closer.

Their eyes met, and he laid himself bare to her. Took down all his walls, laid down his guard around himself, and told his entire history to her. Showing her his own pains and fears.

But in that moment, he was too late. Pain had taken everything from her once again.

He flinched when her blank stare met his overwhelmed one.

He tried to move away and succeeded.

She did not pull him closer.

So he left

And she was set alight.

∞

First, pain burned her from the inside.

Second, she was angry, at him and at herself.

Third, she forgave him.

Fourth, she forgave herself.

Fifth, she built courage to face him one last time

∞

He met her at a hillside with a view to the sea. She sat underneath the soft light of the sun, in late afternoon hours. Beside her, there was a panic basket and a pile of books. Her dress fluttered with the passing breeze, the same that caressed her hair. After months of solely thinking of her, seeing that face was a definitive answer. He loved her, with all his might, with all his sorrow and all his happy.

Sitting beside his mate, his heart was at ease, even with the hurt that she caused him.

“Hi” she said hesitantly.

“Hello Y/N”. She shivered with that voice, she missed him so much. There was nothing capable of describing the relief of seeing him.

“I wanted to talk to you,” she averted his eyes, “about what happened last time. What I did was wrong, and you deserved a better reaction than the one I gave you. You deserved support.” She looks into his eyes, her voice breaking slightly. “I am so sorry. You were always there for me, and I ended up hurting the both of us when I forgot who I truly am.”

Her gaze went to the sea, and beyond into the horizon. Her chest moved with a soft sigh she exhaled. “I want to tell that it was not intentional to hurt you in a vulnerable moment, and that I’m grateful that you shared with me such a beautiful story. If you want to try things between us again, I I would love to, but if you —

His fingers touched her chin, turning her blushing face towards him. She froze.

“Y/N, I’m sorry too. For not trying to help you earlier, and for letting my fears control my actions so deeply. But the thing I’m most sorry for is the fact that I didn’t come to see you in such a long time. I hurt the both of us as well with my pride, and I wish I could change that. But I can’t change the past, so I offer you this: I love you, Y/N.”

She blinked her teary eyes, and threw her arms around me, a choked laugh passing through her lips. I hug her back, breathing in her scent, and she whispered in my ear: “I love you, Azriel.”

She pulled back slightly, and pressed her lips against mine softly. We join in a slow sweet kiss, my hands on the nape of her neck, and a small humm of delight leaves her.

When we break apart, she lays her forehead against mine.

“Thank you for reminding me,” she says “of who I truly am, and who I’ve always been.”

“And who would be that, my light?” She blushes with the nickname, and answers

“A beautiful star, with her glowing scars and smiles, set alight by love. My love for myself, my mother’s love, your love”

#azriel fluff #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #azriel imagine #sweet #angst #request #acomaf #acotar

[maybe-seggy-will-be-our-always]

who are your favorite hockeys ?

Oh this is gonna be boring maybe I am sorry :/

My emotional support rookie will always be Mo no matter how old he gets. I'm saying this every single time anyone talks about him but his fave moment of mine was when robo told hi. To do smth cool for his first DEL game, like... shoot a goal and THEN HE DID

So you know... Adler version of him it is. (And sorry timmi I love you a lot bit it will always be Mo for me. Maybe Phil. Probably Phil.)

So this brings me to the other very handsome man in this gif (lol),,, PLACHTI. Yall know he's the best, nothing more to say 🤷‍♂️

Pretty bitch, i love him. (KAREN)

Then it is Eisi, my beloved. He's a little Bastard. Tries to get into fights but probably never will (thats a lie)

He is the misery man.

Okay so now the bot german players haha (I don't know a lot about anything anymore sorry)

In terms of gender, bc that's a very recent topic rn I'd say TK bc he is the gender I envy, always

Just... u know. Do I want to be him or with him or how that goes. Not really tho but you get it.

Then! Bc we were talking about no teeth earlier!

Just... u know... no teeth. It gets me. I just want to know how it feels.

(Also, what that wrist do. I hope yall get my thinking bc otherwise dkdkdkdk)

Okay so I guess last up will be Tyler, bc he is still my URL and I will have a maybe soft spot for him forever

He just cracks me up, he's just the right font.

(Also this bitch

He'll be my Bae forever no matter what anyone says.)

#valentin busch #tyler seguin #travis konecny #markus eisenschmid #matthias plachta #moritz seider #thank you for that ask i hope that wasnt too disappointing! #love you lots!! #💖 #also i forgot #john klingberg #apparently not so fave after all dkdkdkdksjdndndje #hes the best toothless tho #for me

[skzluvs]

Gods and monsters; Lee Felix

Genre: Demon Au! Lots of Angst

Warnings: Suggestive, Mentions of blood, Mentions of Death

Word count: 1.5K

Song recommendation: Lana del Rey gods and monsters

In the land of gods and monsters I was an angel and he was pure evil.

You were a beaming light in a darker valley, walking the streets in between creatures and monsters you had defied all laws the moment you came down to secretly meet him in the shadows.

You were still the purest angel of them all but he had driven you insane making you take such a life risk. If you were to be caught right now the gates of heaven would close immediately and you would become a fallen angel thrown into the burning flames of hell.

But here you were not giving a care as long as you kissed his lips. As long as you got a taste of the underworld from his mouth.

" Its been a while since you came to visit me angel" he whispered in your head.

With Red burning hair he was standing there at the end of alleyway hands on his pockets a cigarette on his mouth, you found it endearing the way he lit it up with his own hands just for you. He knew how much you loved the fire only he was able to create. Only he was able to ignited the fire in your veins. 

Hand in hand you both walked inside your usual secret spot.

"I've missed you" you said wrapping your arms around his neck.

And when he places his strong hands around your waist softly that's the moment heaven and hell became one.

"My sweet Angel I was dying to see your divine face again" He said as he held you tighter than ever.

"Felix this isn't right " You replied preoccupied sighing.

You knew this not so innocent encounter could cause trouble. Not only the heavens would never be able forgive you but also the demons that were after your holy blood.

" Shh..." He placed his finger on your lips. " I'm here to protect you, no one dares to get even get close to my angel"

He knew all your worries and understood them like they were his own. He could read your mind anytime with the ability of his Psychokinesis.

Felix was an extremely powerful demon. You had heard so much about him in heaven even before you actually met him.

All the angels he had killed, all the places he had burned with his bare hands. He was known as nothing but perversion.

The amount of times angels warned you about him were countless. They knew you were naive enough to fall into his trap. They said once you drink poison you become foul.

And perhaps they were right and you were just denying the truth. Blindfolded with his touch. Felix was your corruption and you knew.

" I'm no longer scared if I'm with you" You assured him trying to make all your concerns disappeared as he began to place wet kisses on your neck.

"We don't have much time Angel" He said seductively against your ear.

Lustful eyes, hunger bodies, a collision between pureness and peccancy. You were only a devotee when he devoured your lips.

You saw the stars when his hands went in between your thighs. Burning your wet core and you weren't as angelic as you produced loud moans.

Felix taught you how sweet sin tasted. Like cherries on top a bourbon cocktail.

"give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want

It's innocence lost" You said feeling sparkles inside you when he released.

His burnt hair dripping in sweat, he was lying beside you. You caressed his cheek and placed a soft kiss on his temples, His eyes began to close but before he had fallen asleep completely he said.

" I'll cross heaven and hell just for you angel" 

Head resting on his bare chest after setting fire with your bodies exhaustion took over you and you drift off to sleep next to your beloved demon.

When the morning came coldness wash over you

Opening your eyes in confusion your first instinct was to searched for Felix missing his warm heat.

But all your eyes meet was your penitence.

A room filled with Archangels all of them looking at you with shame.

And on the throne God rested looking directly into your soul.

"WHERE IS HE" You screamed falling onto your knees.

Pleading praying that he was not hurt anywhere.

" Look at how blatant she is, worrying about a demon even during her own trial" One of them said with a disgusted tone. And everyone started whispering unpleasant things about you.

" Y/N you have ridiculed the whole heavenly kingdom by infringing the rules, you had adulterer a dreadful sin that transgress all human morality but you as an Angel has gone beyond all boundaries by having intercourse with an evil being" God's most powerful Archangel spoke to you.

His words making you shiver in your place unable to speak, your mind was going crazy you couldn't even think about the situation you were caught in right now all you could think of was Felix.

" Therefore according to the sacred gods deed you will be exiled of the promised land and thrown into the burning oven underneath, your life from this moment will become your punishment suffering and misery will be all you get to experience" That was it you had caused this nonetheless you had no regrets.

"Remove her wings"  He yelled.

A multitude of angels came over to you pulling and tearing your plumes one way one.

You were unable to feel pain it was like your body was numb. When they finished the doors opened and you jumped into a free fall.

The earth opened and you went right through the Core of it

When your body touched the floor all bruised up you were surprised you hadn't broken any bones. You remained intact trying to stand up.

You walked the streets naked with blood dripping from your back. The absence of your wings made you feel empty somehow now you had to walked bared feet.

No angel was allowed in hell but now you were here cause you no longer belonged to heaven. A true fallen angel you became.

Your priority was to find Felix as soon as possible but you were disorientated, you had never been here before. Where should you begin your search?

As you were trying to come up with a plan a group of demons approached.

" Look what we have here a true angel" one of them said looking at you.

" It was easier than we thought, you came earlier than we expected" The tall black haired said making you confused.

" What are you talking about?" You asked in fear.

" Why don't you tell her Jeongin" Who seemed to be the leader talked referring to the youngest.

" I will Chan" He stepped in front of you and began to talk "we cause this, we told on you and Felix" He said smiling with those fiercely shaped eyes.

" You did what" You said lowly more like a whisper to yourself.

" It's our vengeance Felix didn't deserved the tittle of most powerful demon he didn't deserved to rank higher than any of us" The leader said with an authoritative tone.

" But we are not done yet are we Minho" Jeongin said his eyes shining in pure pernicious.

" No we are not, You are the most precious thing Felix has, so beautiful I can see how your Angelic charm makes him so weak" Minho said running his fingers through your strands of hair.

"Your blood surely has a sweet taste" The pretty face tall boy spoke again. His words making your stomach to flip.

" DON'T TOUCH ME WHERE'S FELIX" You yelled smacking his hand.

" Oh your boyfriend is not here to protect you anymore he's paying for your own sins down in the dungeon" Chan told you laughing at your terrified face.

You started to scream for his name desperately, you wanted Felix to come and save you but he wasn't even able to save himself.

" There's no worth in fighting beautiful angel, he is not going to come and there's nothing you can to stop this" Minho pulled you down on the floor. And they all surrounded you.

Your cries were heard through the whole underground.

Felix was trapped but he sensed it he felt his own soul leaving his body when he heard you scream. When he smelled your sweet blood from miles away.

He shout in pain. Bursting into tears infuriated he started a fire that began to grow rapidly on his palms.

You loved him you truly love him and now you were about to die for him and you guess that's how it's supposed to be that's only fair that a love like this couldn't last for the eternity.

Felix had lost all sanity when he lost his angel.

The fire calcined his own body leaving nothing but the ashes.

That's how the love of an angel and a devil  consummated into the incandescent blaze.

Unstoppable like the flames but certainly just as destructive.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids blurbs #stray kids demon au #seo changbin #lee felix #han jisung #bang chan #yang jeongin #hwang hyunjin #kim woojin #kim seungmin #lee minho #stray kids school au #stray kids au #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #demond au #skz #kpop imagines #kpop angst

[dont-doubt-dopple]

I'm ... Alive? (Ohmtoonz GTA AU)

A/N: So, I only partially blame me writing this to @poly-bus (great blog, check them out!) for getting the gears going and my brain for coming up with so many ideas for this. So, don’t panic, more is coming. Especially since this one is only Ohmtoonz and there is no Del or Bryce yet. They’re later, I promise. But enjoy!

Also, I’m stuck between doing another Ohmtoonz next or upgrading to H2O Ohmtoonz. Let me know which one you guys prefer.

~•~

“Do you know why I’m here?” Luke asked as he pinned the former client against the wall. The man was shaking like a leaf, his five eight stature seem like nothing compared to Luke’s six flat stance. The latter had to lift the quivering man just to get him to eye level.

“Because I owe you money?” Luke rolled his eyes quick before pushing his silenced pistol against the other man’s forehead. His eyes seemed to bulge out of his sockets at the inclusion of the new element.

“You don’t seem to learn, do you? This is a business, not a charity. I need the money NOW. Plus interest, of course.” Eyes never left the gun as beads of sweat dropped down.

“Listen, man. I can get it back to you. Just … give me time! I need more time.” The gun buried itself deeper into the man’s forehead.

“Times Up.” CaRtOoNz deadpanned, just as he heard another gun cock. It pressed itself against the back of his head.

“That goes for you as well.” A new voice, steady, replied. Luke pulled the trigger on the pistol, making sure it was only him and his aggressor in the alley. He made sure to the corpse up so there were no squealers. “Drop the gun.” Luke complied, holding the weapon out before dropping it a considerable distance away from himself. “Now drop the man.”

“Gladly~” Luke replied, dropping the lifeless body to the ground. “Although, it’s not so much a person anymore as it it a body.” The other person seemed to growl under their breath, and the smirk on Luke’s face only seemed to grow. “Mind if I turn around to see your pretty face?”

“Why not? Last face you’re going to see anyways.” Luke scoffed at the statement.

“Not the first time I’ve heard that phrase.” Luke took the time to reach around and grab the gun pressed against him. He twisted left, making his assailant loose his grip on the weapon as he pulled it foreword. He quickly turned, pointing the attackers weapon back on him.

Luke was met with a fine specimen. Hazel eyes stared back at him with determination not to give up anymore ground. His expression was hidden behind a gray bandanna painted with an omega symbol on the front. He was built, that much he could tell from his natural guns as he raised his arms.

“Who. Hired. You?” Luke punctuated, making sure his lust for the man in front of him didn’t show through his words. Luckily for him, he was able to hide his emotions very well.

“Can’t say. Clients are very scarce these days, and I don’t want to betray them.” The man in front of him smirked, just a little. “Not everyone can afford me.” CaRtOoNz frowned. High profile hitman, obviously.

“Why aren’t I dead than?” He blurted, trying to connect pieces of a puzzle that didn’t quite for. The hitman raised an eyebrow, and hesitated a moment before replying.

“Your profile said you were the leader of one of the most prominent gangs in this city. Wasn’t going to eliminate another potential client. After all, this is a business.” He felt like the whole story wasn’t being told, but he left the issue slide. He needed to get out of here, before anyone realized a complication had occurred.

“Name?”

“Ohmwrecker.” Luke had heard the name floating around before, though he’d never had a need to use it. He’s always had confidence in his own abilities and those of his gang to get things done. He already had an ex-assassin on his side anyways, so what was the point of a hitman anyways?

“Alright then, Ohmwrecker.” Luke said, bending down to pick up his silenced pistol from the ground, before tossing Ohm’s pistol behind him. Ohm didn’t make a move to retrieve it as it was clear that Luke had control of the situation. “I would kill you, but you’re too handsome of an offer to pass up.”

“That supposed to be a compliment?” Ohm asked, and Luke laughed.

“Call me sometime, Ohmie~” Luke smiled, and walked away from the hitman. He didn’t need to look back to know he’d won that.

~•~

He was still stuck in Luke’s head. Ohmwrecker plagued his thoughts and left him with a sleepless night and a tired morning. Here he was, trying to drown his tiredness in coffee at a local Starbucks, all while a hitman that tried to kill him dominated his mind.

“Seat taken?” Luke looked up to stare back at familiar hazel eyes, and lips finally not concealed by a bandana. Luke matched Ohm’s warm smile, and gestured to indicate the seat was free.

“Well you obviously didn’t need my number to find me.” Luke stated, quickly taking a sip from his drink. Ohm laughed, while tried his hardest not to make out with him right then in there.

“A hitman must know how to locate his target, CaRtOoNz.” He purred. Luke held up his hand.

“We’re in public, baby. Call me Luke.” He could practically feel the sweat forming on his brow. Some of his best men didn’t even know that much about it, and here he was spilling it to a complete stranger that he’d managed to become infatuated with in under 24 hours.

“Well, in that case.” The hitman held out his hand. “The name’s Ryan. Pleasure to meat you.” Luke smiled and took the hand.

“The pleasure is all mine.” They broke away, and the two began talking. Talking as if they didn’t have a gun pointed at each other not a day earlier. Like their friends had set them up because the sexual tension was too much. If anyone looked their way, they would see two dudes trying to stubbly lean towards each other at a Starbucks table because they’re totally gay.

“So … is this a date then?” Ryan asked, hopefully.

“Yes.” Luke didn’t stutter, but the quick response had the other nearly choke on his drink. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Ryan waved off, pounding his fist twice on his chest to make sure everything was clear. “I just wasn’t expecting such a … direct answer.”

“Well, I’m a very direct man who is about to ask you a very direct question.” Luke proclaimed, before leaning his body toward Ryan as much as he could. “You want to be my boyfriend?”

Ryan pretended to scoff. “At least take me to dinner first.”

“Sorry if I wanted me to claim that ass of yours before anyone else did. Though, I didn’t quite get a good view of it yesterday.” Luke stands, trying to get different angles off to see Ryan’s butt. “I bet you got some good shots of my ass yesterday.” Luke turned around, and proceeded to strike poses while flaunting off his ass. He glanced at Ohm’s reddening face on his over the shoulder shot, and quickly morphed into a more … hinting pose.

“Luke…” Ryan whined. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“First off, if I’m embarrassing anyone it’s myself.” Luke explained as he retook his seat. “You’re not the one flaunting themselves off in a Starbucks. And second of all, you’re not inviting anyone of these people to your next family barbecue. So I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.” Luke leaned back in his seat, finishing off the drink he had ordered. “Still didn’t tell me if you got some good shots of my ass.”

“That’s … actually the reason you’re alive.” Ryan muttered, loud enough for Luke to hear but soft enough that nobody else did.

“Care to … elaborate maybe?”

“The deal you had the day before yesterday. I was on the roof of the building across the street from where you meet. I had just gotten you lined up in my scope when you turned around. I … I couldn’t pull the trigger. You were so goddamn HOT. Honestly the rest of the time I was staring at your ass. It’s a nice one; I have to admit.”

Luke blinked. “Well, … who know the mighty Ohmwrecker’s weakness was the fabulous CaRtOoNz’s booty.” Ryan playfully slapped him.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” Ryan smirked.

“Okay.” Before Luke knew what was happening, Ryan had grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. After the initial shock, he let himself melt into the softness of Ryan’s lips. They said firing a gun had the same reaction as a passionate kiss. But Luke had fired tons of guns and nothing compared to this. Ryan broke away, there was a moment as both stayed silent. They could hear each other breaths as their foreheads remained touched.

“At least take me to dinner first” Luke finally said to break the silence.

“Shut up.”

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