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onboardsorasora · 3 months

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one of my melatonin ideas lol I hope its good lmao my asks have been so full of pregnant Daniel recently that this was clearly the next step on forward.

Dewis Hidden Pregnancy 1400wrds part 2

cw: omegaverse, mpreg, so if you're not into that sorry.

Lewis walked into the paddock in Albert Park. Past the Melbourne walk and through the wall of photographers waiting for his entrance. The alpha took a left by the FIA building and stopped up short at the crowd in front of him.

There were drivers and media handlers surrounding someone and he could smell the excitement of the group. He slowed down, trying to see what was causing the large crowd when he heard a sound he hadn't heard in person in a while. Daniel's laugh.

Daniel was back?

Lewis thought back to the last time he'd seen the omega, back in Silverstone last year. They'd gone on a date after the race. It had been a lovely time, Lewis had thought. Daniel had done the test for Red Bull the following week and then he’d gone back to Australia after and kinda stayed off the grid.

Lewis hadn't heard from him at all, he'd hoped to invite Daniel out on another date and maybe another after that. Hoped to eventually be able to call the omega his. But Daniel hadn't returned any of his calls or texts until Lewis just stopped.

He'd asked around if anyone had heard from him but people weren't very forthcoming. Lewis had been hurt, but he'd let it go as best he could. He hadn't expected Daniel to ghost him, but there was nothing he could do about it except accept that it was a problem with Daniel and not with him.

The crowd dispersed a little and Lewis was able to see just what drew everyone together. Daniel looked good, he wore a creme sweater and his usual skinny jeans. His hair had grown out a little, looking more like his Renault days than anything.

Daniel bent over a bassinet and Lewis watched with wide eyes as he lifted out a small baby, bouncing the bundle and making shushing noises. Daniel looked over at Lewis and froze, the alpha felt sick at the fear that enveloped his normally sweet scent. His eyes were wide.

Lewis prided himself in being quick on the uptake, but he honestly felt like his thoughts were swimming through sludge right now. A pudgy brown hand with a tiny golden bracelet patted Daniel's lips, gripping at his nose.

Daniel had a baby.

Daniel had a baby with darker skin.

Lewis always figured he was good at math and equations. He knew that Silverstone was roughly nine months ago give or take a week or two.

Daniel had a baby.

“Hi.” Daniel placed the small bundle back in the bassinet, making more shushing noises when the baby started to fuss again. “Uhm, we should talk I guess?” Daniel's voice was soft, timid. Lewis had never heard it that way before.

Lewis took a deep breath. There was a benefit to being stunned silent, he had additional time to collect himself and assess the situation. They were still very much in public, he couldn't afford any amount of reaction right now.

The alpha nodded, “ok.”

Daniel led them into a small office with curtains on the windows and locked the door behind them. Lewis stared at the covered bassinet, he couldn't see the baby inside but he could hear and smell them. Daniel started wringing his hands together, the odor of his nerves was pungent in the room.

“I'm sorry.” Daniel whispered.

“You were pregnant?” Lewis looked between the bassinet and Daniel's nervous face again. The omega nodded jerkily and Lewis felt his chest seize. “It's mine?”

Daniel uncovered the basket with shaky hands and lifted his little girl out of the soft interior. Her little beanie fell off leaving her soft curls to spring free. Her caramel colored skin was darker than Daniel's but lighter than his own– a perfect blend of both of them.

“I have a daughter?” Lewis' voice cracked and Daniel looked painfully contrite. “Why?”

Lewis locked eyes with Daniel's wet ones.

“I was scared. You– I–we'd only been on one date and I didn't know how…serious you wanted to be. I was afraid that you'd react badly– I hadn't known what I wanted to do if I wanted to keep it so I went home to try and figure it out. Then I got offered the Alpha Tauri drive and–and I would have had to- to get rid of her and I hadn't wanted to.”

“You didn't tell me?” Lewis accused.

“You didn't sign up for this, I didn't wanna like burden you.”

“That wasn't your decision?!” Lewis raised his voice before biting back his reaction. He had a daughter. He was a father. He didn't even know Daniel was pregnant. “So you were just going to hide her from me forever?”

Lewis looked at him betrayed when Daniel stayed silent for longer than a moment. “You were!”

“... Not forever.” Daniel whispered, clutching the baby close.

“Why..?” Lewis felt like the bottom of his stomach dropped out. The room stunk of upset alpha.

“Please don't take her from me…” Daniel pleaded and Lewis' eyes widened as if the omega had hit him.

He left the room quickly, shutting the door behind him firmly while walking down the corridor to get some air. He had a daughter. He had a daughter and he didn't know. All this time Daniel had been pregnant and hadn't told him. Daniel was afraid of him.

Lewis' chest hurt. He never thought Daniel could think that of him. He'd never claim to understand the mind of a pregnant or nesting omega but he and Daniel had known each other for long enough that the alpha was sure Daniel knew his character.

Or at least he thought he did.

He paced the empty space for a while, taking deep breaths and trying to get control of himself again. He looked back down the empty corridor before taking another deep breath, in for seven out for ten.

He had a daughter. He had a daughter that he hadn't known about. Daniel had been pregnant and had been alone. Lewis was going to meet his daughter and he needed to fix things with his omega.

Because Daniel was his omega, that had always been the plan. Underneath everything, the hurt and upset and general shock, he knew it to still be true. He wanted Daniel and he wanted his family. They would figure this out.

He walked back to the room and paused at the door, listening to the sounds inside. Their daughter was crying and Daniel was attempting to quiet her, Daniel’s voice was raspy too as if he’d been crying.

Lewis pushed open the door.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry. I messed up but I’ll figure it out with your Daddy, I’ll make it right. I’m so sorry my love.” Daniel was stooped on the floor in the further corner of the room, rocking their small bundle to his chest. He fingered a chubby cheek, trying to smooth out the sharp shape of her frown. “My bad decisions won’t ruin your life, I promise baby girl.”

“Is that why you came? To tell me?” Lewis asked quietly. Daniel’s eyes snapped up to look at him, he stood quickly and flashed away his tears with his palm.

“You deserved to know. To like be in her life if you wanted…” His voice cracked but he powered through.

“What if I want to be in your life too?” Lewis asked softly and Daniel sniffled.

“You’d– you’d want that? After what I did?”

Lewis took a moment to answer, to think about how to explain it. “Yes.” He settled on. “I don’t trust you, and I’m very hurt and I feel betrayed…. But I want to work past that.”

Daniel’s scent soured, no doubt hating himself for what he’s done. But he nodded and stepped forward slowly, meeting Lewis in the middle of the room. He offered the now quiet baby to the alpha who looked down at her bright dark brown eyes with his own wide ones.

“Her name’s Ava. She’s two months old.”

Lewis smiled when Ava smiled up at him, reaching a chubby hand towards his face. “Hi Ava, it’s lovely to meet you.”

To Daniel he said, “we’ll figure this out. No more secrets.”

Daniel nodded, “no more secrets.”

“Good.” Lewis grabbed his hand.

#dewis #lewis/daniel #hidden pregnancy au #omegaverse #idk if i like it. it didn't go where i think i wanted?

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jannythewriter-pt2 · 7 months

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Collage Feels Pt.2

Warning ⚠️ Suggestive themes

It was the night of the party and you were nervous ash to say the least. You thought too yourself “ik I wasn’t going to dress up tonight but fuck it let’s show off a little yk” so that’s what you did. The fit tonight was stunning, a black skims dress with a Cuban link chain and Black French tips and crock print nails, and not to mention you have nipple piercings. You looked in the mirror second guessing yourself but decided to get over it and try to have fun, plus how can you not have fun when DAT ASS PHAT 😫.

Mikasa had on a black mini skirt and a black tube top and she was SNATCHED. Y’all then made your way over to the frat house and went inside. You were met with different eyes from different people, after all your new here and you fine so. You then walk in the living room to see the same mf’s you saw in the lobby when you got here; Connie and his friends.

“Damn Mikasa who dis?” Connie said eying me from the other side of the room “Damn she fine, and that ass fat asf” he thought in his head. “This y/n, she’s new so don’t try to fuck her or imma kick all y’all’s head off” Mikasa said. You greeted everyone but kept eye contact with Connie “I like your tats, there fire asf” you said quietly “thank you ma” he said, this made you get nervous as hell, “I like you piercings” he said smirking, “oh, thank you” you say shyly. The party was commencing as usual when you got up to go and use the bathroom. On the way there you saw Mikasa and Eren go into a room and yk what was finna happen 😏.

“Y’all better be safe” you say with a smirk on your face. They look back at you and laugh. You then go back in the kitchen to grab a drink, then suddenly you saw Connie. “Hey ma, wyd” he said, “I’m thirty, iv just been sitting yk how it gets” you said nervously, he smiled at you and said “Yeah I get that, but aside from that are you new here cause I didn’t see you around last year” “Yeah I wasn’t here last year, I transferred cause my last collage was ghetto and I kinda wanted to leave that environment” you said opening up a little.

You and Connie talk for a little bit and you got the courage to ask for his number, and low and behold he gave it to you. “Hey maybe we could go get takeout sometime?” he asked a little hesitantly “Of course, I wouldn’t mind that at all” you said happily. “Maybe next week?” he asked “Of course Connie, whenever your free I’m there” this statement made Connie hot and bothered for some reason, from the way your voice sounded, to the way you looked, to the way you smelled, he wondered if you tasted as good as you looked………

It was the end of the party and you and had to take Mikasa home because that girl was slam drunk and she couldn’t walk properly (Eren gave her some of that good D 😫) and she sounded like she was speaking gibberish. You took her to your car, but there were people looking at you “Is that your car?!” Jean asked shocked, “Yeh this my whip, why?” you said confused “that bitch tuff” Connie said and everyone around agreed. “Thank you Constance” you said in a more hushed tone. You just said his first name, and he liked it…..more than he needed to.

It was in that very moment that he knew he needed to fuck you. He wanted to pin you down, ass up hearing you say his name just like that, over and over again. “Bye y’all I’ll see y’all around” you say, this snaps him out of his trance “bye ma” he said. Everyone else said their goodbyes, then you and Mikasa speed off. “You want to fuck her dont you” Eren said smirking “Nah I’m tryna wife her up, she’s beautiful….but them back shots would go crazy” Connie said smirking and dapping Eren up.

I have fed y’all for now 😮‍💨😫

#connie x black reader #fem black reader #aot x black reader

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abiiors · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about Matty Healy maybe meeting his celebrity crush (reader, who is also a musician) at an award show? You don’t have to of course, I just really like your writing and thought it could be a cool idea :)

Ps. I hope you have a lovely day <3

Hi, thank you so much! You're very sweet 🥹❤️

I don’t usually do famous!readers so this is practically a first attempt. I kinda imagine her to have a whole Evelyn Hugo aesthetic (hence the green dress)

The Frontman

You lift your floor-length gown just above your ankles as you climb up the stairs of the O2. It’s not a quiet evening by any means, there are photographers all around you. You know these photos are being live posted on Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and being put on lists like best dressed and worst dressed. So of course you had to bring your A-game.

There’s even more pressure tonight—you’ve been nominated in three categories right alongside some of your favourite artists. The anticipation to meet them, to see them perform, it’s all opened a weird pit in your stomach that’s equal parts excitement and nervousness.

Your beautiful dark green dress makes you feel like a queen. It’s completely backless and sexy, meaning you know all the angles you’re going to have to pose in.

Speaking of, as soon as you step on the red carpet, you hear your name being called out from all directions. They all want a glimpse, a photo. They all want eye contact. You slip into the routine that’s come from years worth of practice. Soon, the flashes move on to the next person and you’re being ushered inside by your sister (who’s your date for the night). You used to cling to her during the earlier days of fame but now you’ve rather grown into this life. Still, she’s a constant presence.

‘The 1975 are here tonight,’ she waggles her eyebrows once you’re inside, ‘excited?’

You grin at her. She knows you’ve listened to their new album on repeat for weeks after it came out. You’re even nominated in the same categories that they are. She also knows about your teeny tiny crush on their frontman.

‘He spoke about you, you know?’ she continues, ‘on that radio one show he did last year.’

‘Oh?’ you feign nonchalance, play it cool but she’s not so easily fooled.

‘In fact,’ she subtly points up ahead, ‘that’s him isn’t it?’

And it is him. You scan him from head to toe as he’s engrossed in talking to some of the other guests. He looks absolutely gorgeous in the black tuxedo and that one curl that rests on his forehead is just enough to drive you crazy.

‘It is,’ you breathe when you realise that she’s still waiting for a response.

There’s a small moment of back and forth where she tries to get you to walk up to him.

‘He looks so engrossed in the conversation,’ you hedge.

‘No, he doesn’t, he looks impatient to get away.’

‘What if this turns out like that one Jerry Seinfeld and Kesha moment?’ you cringe.

‘I literally remember him saying that he’d cut off his left arm to be able to work with you,’ she deadpans.

‘Well, no, I rather like his arms,’ you say without thinking.

And that’s the exact moment Matthew fucking Healy chooses to look at you.

His eyes widen for a second as he tries to subtly scan you from head to toe. His face splits into a stunning smile as he airily excuses himself from the conversation and starts walking toward you.

‘Oh my god oh my god oh my god,’ you start mumbling to your sister but she lets out a quiet whoop of joy.

‘That settles that, then. I think I see Harry Styles coming in,’ she whispers and just like that she disappears into thin air. The traitor!

‘I was wondering if you’d be here,’ he says as he comes to a stop in front of you. He doesn’t stand close enough to intrude in your personal space but the scent of his cologne still washes over you.

‘Believe it or not, I was wondering the same,’ you confess.

He laughs at that, then properly gives you a once over. ‘You look stunning.’ He looks like he wants to add something more but then he holds himself back.

‘So do you.’ You want to tell him he looks so much more than stunning but it’s hardly appropriate for a first conversation. ‘Congratulations on the nominations.’

‘I should say the same.’ Then he leans in closer, ‘between you and me, you’ve got a much better shot,’ he throws in a conspiratorial wink.

‘If Harry Styles doesn’t take it all first,’ you joke. He laughs at first and then starts disagreeing.

You’ve only experienced his larger-than-life on-stage personality so far so it’s a bit of a surprise when he shyly admits to being a fan of your music since the early days. He talks about your new album, like really talks about it. The fact that he’s given it a proper listen makes you feel all giddy inside.

‘I’m rambling, aren’t I,’ he scrunches his eyes and this adorable blush makes its way onto his cheeks.

‘No, I’d…I’d love to talk to you more about it. Your music. My music.’

His eyes light up at that and you suddenly feel like a middle schooler talking to her crush for the first time. Stop it!

‘I’d love that…’ he smiles. ‘Um, the afterparty, I don’t mind skipping it.’

‘Yes!’ you don’t even have to think about that one. Spending time getting to know him sounds like a much better plan than going to the afterparty.

Besides, your sister can find her way home. She’s been to enough of these events by now.

‘Dinner?’ you ask tentatively.

‘Dinner it is,’ he agrees in a heartbeat.

#matty healy imagine #matty healy fluff #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #matty healy drabble #drabble #asks #fluff #matty x reader #this is all i want in life #matty healy x reader #fem reader #f #award shows #the brits???

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sawyerslvt · 2 months

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Roller Skating With Leland

This is my time writing... like ever. I wanted to give it a try, i hope someone sees this, maybe reads it and crazily enough, maybe likes it?? <3 This is kinda short, it was meant to be way longer and originally, it was about Johnny. But I scrapped that idea and went with this instead.

Summary: You bought a pair of skates two months ago and you become a regular at the local roller rink. A man approaches you.

Word count: 1,573

Warnings: None (fluff)

The sun is setting, the different nuances of orange and pink mingling together in the sky. This time of day has always been your favorite. On a regular Friday night like this, it's not uncommon to find you at the roller rink. You had picked up these beautiful roller skates from the mall two months back. Really, the pink color just grabbed your attention so you had no choice but to grab a pair for yourself. You had no original intention to learn to skate but might as well now that you got a pair. You don't have any friends to practice with but you were determined to make good use of the skates so you became a regular at the local roller rink. Hoping to make some friends and gain a new skill.

Maxine was usually working and she made sure to put on her biggest smile whenever you walked in. You’ve grown pretty close to her and she’s been your first, and quite frankly, your only friend since moving to Newt. You’ve always found it difficult to make friends and you see yourself as a lone wolf, alone but capable. “Well, if it isn't my favorite customer!” she exclaimed, somehow always finding you before you find her. “Here I am!” you roll your eyes, seeming unamused. You already know her routine of making sure you never forget how badly you suck at skating. “Ready to humor us with your graceful falls this evening?” holding back her laughter. You would think it gets old, after two months and all but here we are, “shut up…” you can't help but slightly smirk to yourself and she giggles at your reaction. You hand her a five dollar bill and after making some quick small talk, you start making your way down to the rink.

Since it was a Friday evening, the rink was sure to be packed with people. Friends and lovers enjoying their time, laughing and hanging out. The mixture of bright and neon lights created a wonderful feeling, and the disco ball in the center of the roof was the cherry on top. They always played the best music on fridays, you don’t know if that’s by coincidence, but you had a feeling Maxine was the reason behind it. You sit on one of the benches close to the edge of the rink, putting on your skates and ready to kick ass, knowing Maxine would be watching your every move as fuel for future teasing. “She's a lady” by Tom Jones started playing, you glance over at the desk and see Maxine shooting you a little wink. It was your favorite song at the moment and with that you gracefully rolled onto the slippery surface.

It’s been a week since you last skated and you always felt a little rusty initially so you made sure to start slow and warm up. Once you feel you are comfortable, you pick up the pace and get confident with your moves, you feel the music taking over and you’re spinning and moving your body to the songs that are played, one after another. You made sure to shoot some smirks back at Maxine who is impressed with today's performance. A little secret… you had been practicing during shifts you knew she would be off, just to really wow her. You were delighted to realize that your sneaky schemes had been proven successful.

While you were deep inside your own little bubble, you hadn’t noticed a man skating alongside you. You smiled at him trying to be polite, not thinking much of it. He put his arms around your waist, he was handsome but you weren't really interested. A nervous giggle escaped your mouth. “I'm sorry, do I know you?” coming across a bit more hostile than you anticipated. “Yeah, you’re that stunning girl I met on the roller rink.” he gives you a sneaky wink. You couldn't help but blush a little. Male attention isn't foreign to you, but it never fails to get you to blush regardless. Before you are able to respond he grabs your hand, shaking it “the name’s Leland, i’d like to get to know you”. A smirk growing on his face. His charm was damn near irresistible and you couldn't help but look down and giggle at his direct manners.

You guess it’s butterflies? The men approaching you were usually more nervous and cautious with the way they spoke to you, as if to not ruin any chances. But here this guy was, direct and confident. Something you definitely found attractive. You finally shake his hand back “The name is Mikaela, pleasure to meet you Leland!”, you made sure to make your voice sound a little seductive. His confidence seemed to have rubbed off on you. You grabbed his hand and dragged him off from the rink. All this skating got you thirsty, nothing a milkshake couldn’t handle.

Leland was following suit and ordered both of you a milkshake, you took a seat by one of the booths and started to get to know each other. Other than his gorgeous looks and smooth talking, he was also really funny and easy to talk to. You found that the time flew by fast and before you knew it, it was 11PM and you needed to head back home.

Leland put his hand in his pocket and urged you to hook your arm around his, you obliged and waved goodbye to Maxine, who was still standing by the desk. You felt the cool breeze hit you as soon as you stepped foot outside. You made a *brr* sound, making Leland look down to you. “You cold?” he asked with his eyebrows furrowed. “...a little” you respond looking up at him. He was wearing a jacket, he immediately took it off and covered you with it.

You felt the warmth of his body through the jacket that was now placed onto your shoulders, it felt good and even though you had just met the guy, you felt strangely safe with him. Together, you walked over to the curb, the bus station was right there so you just had to wait for the next bus.

Leland takes a seat by the curb, you sit alongside him. Both of you are watching the sky. It was a clear night, though chilly, it was a nice change to the intense Texan heat. You had a perfect view of the stars, they seemed to shine brighter tonight. You were still lost in the beauty of the stars when you noticed Leland was no longer watching the stars, but instead watching you. You continue watching the stars, not acknowledging him “the stars are beautiful tonight” you said, feeling mesmerized, “yeah… they really are”. You could see from your peripheral that he was still watching you so you finally looked at him. You didn't realize you were only inches away from his face.

“Can I kiss you?”, his voice low and husky. You were surprised by the suddenness but without hesitation you leaned in, still holding his jacket around your shoulders. He wrapped one arm around your waist while holding your chin with the other. The kiss was passionate, like you’d been starving each other of this moment all night. His tongue was experienced, you could tell. Yours, not so much, you had only kissed a handful of guys but Leland quickly topped the chart as the best.

The kiss ended abruptly due to the bus arriving in the distance. You pulled away, opening your eyes just to get partially blinded by the buses’ headlights. Leland grabs your jaw, drawing your attention back to him. “I want to see you again next friday, same place, alright?”. You look at him tightening your lips and giving him a hesitant look as if to say “i don't know, gotta check my calendar” but he knows you're teasing and giggles at your playfulness. “Alright sweetheart, don't make me beg now”. His words make your stomach twist a little, god this man is too much… “hmm… i think i need you to beg actually” you eagerly watch him as he lets his head fall forward, taking a deep breath and preparing himself. He looks up at you with pleaful eyes, “Please darlin’ I need to see you next weekend” You giggle at his attempt, it was good enough. “Eh, room for improvement but I guess it was enough to earn you another date”. His eyes lit up a little “...date?” he smirked at the word. “alright, prince charming, don't let it get to your head now” he lets out a small chuckle and nods in defeat.

The bus came to a stop and he stood up and lent out his hand for you to hold onto getting up. You slide his jacket off your shoulders but before it's fully off you he pulls it back on, “no darlin’ keep it”. He gives you a warm smile and you don't fight him, you actually wanted to keep it anyways.

You step onto the bus, he lived only walking distance away from the rink so he stayed on the curb. You take a seat on the empty bus and wave him goodbye from the window. He blows you a playful kiss and again, you feel your stomach twist over his cheesiness.

#tcm #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre game #leland #leland mckinney #ff #fluff #writing #roller skating #fanfiction #beginner #leland tcm

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vividwritinglove · 2 years

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next door - a Pierre Gasly series

I am simping for this man.. so I started a series. Hope you guys enjoy it!

pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warnings: not much.. we‘ll see where this goes

words count: 1.4K

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Finally you arrived at your new apartment building in the Milan city center. You stepped out of the Uber and buttoned up your coat. It was the last weekend in November and the days became colder.

The driver helped you getting your three big suitcases out of the trunk. Right behind you stopped a small truck with workers of the moving company and they started to unload furnitures and other personal belongings of yours.

You grabbed your suitcases and entered the high-rise building. The new apartment was on the 11th floor and after a little wait in front of the elevators, you were able to step in. You and your suitcases almost occupied the whole space of it.

"Per favore, aspettatemi!” you heard someone shouting in your direction. Unfortunately you didn’t understood any word of Italian yet, but instinctively you pressed the button that held the doors open.

A young man sprinted towards the elevator and greeted you with a stunning smile, "Grazie!".

You just gave him a brief smile back. He was a little taller than you, brown hair which was messy and a well groomed beard. You couldn’t deny that he was good looking, but he seemed to be a bit younger than you.

He attempted to press the button of the 11th floor as well and then noticed it was already pressed. He gave you another smile and now you noticed the little tooth space, "Sei la mia nuova vicina!".

You just gave him a puzzled look with an apologetic smile, "Sorry.. I don’t understand.”

"Oh, my bad! I assumed you were Italian!” he immediately switched, "I am Pierre, your new neighbor.”

"Nice to meet you, I am y/n!” you two shake hands and for the rest of the elevator ride both of you remained in silence.

You felt his eyes on you, but tried not to cross his gaze, so you simply looked down to your suitcases. He noticed that you become shyer every second and he kinda liked what effect he had on you already. You were definitely his type!

The doors opened and Pierre got out of the elevator first, only to hold the doors with his arm open for you, so you didn’t needed to hurry.

"Thank you!” you said and rolled the suitcases in the hallway.

"In Italy you say Grazie!”

“Grazie it is, I guess..” you murmured and looked for your apartment door.

"It’s this one." he pointed towards the door on your left. "I live in there and since these are the only two apartments on this floor.." and then he pointed behind him.

“Well that does makes sense.. Grazie, Pierre!”

He really liked how his name rolled of your tongue, “Good. You're already making progress!".

You waved him goodbye, walked towards your new apartment door, easily unlocked it and slipped inside your new home. Pierre was still standing in front of the elevator and waited until you closed the door behind you.

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You were living in Milan for 3 weeks now, Christmas was around the corner and slowly you developed a routine. There was a nice little café a short walk away from the apartment building and the barista already knew your order by heart. On Saturday mornings you went to the weekly market to buy the freshest food and some flowers. Just like this Saturday.

Usually you and Pierre met daily in the elevator around 10am, right after his workout in the gym. Had a little chat and Pierre taught you one Italian word each time your paths crossed. You really liked your neighbor, he was friendly, easy-going and uncomplicated. Today there was no sight of Pierre, he probably went later to the gym, since you heard loud music and other sounds from his apartment last night.

You stepped out of the elevator with your groceries and was immediately greeted by a loud laughing female voice.

Pierre was standing in his apartment door with a girl. He looked tired but still tried to give his full attention to his visitor until you entered the hallway.

"Buon giorno, y/n" he gave you the biggest smile. You couldn’t help yourself and chuckled, “Buon giorno, Pierre!".

His overnight guest was not amused and glared at you angrily. She wanted to became the center of his attention again and tried to kiss him. He shrugged her off by just giving her a friendly hug and accompanied her towards the elevator, you just stepped out of. In the mean time you walked to your apartment door and entered the key into the lock.

As the elevator door closed, you dared to look back to Pierre and saw his smile fading. He let out a big sigh and runs his hand through his face.

"Tough night?" you asked with a smirk.

"You have no idea.."

"Well, it could not be overheard."

"Shit! We we’re that loud?!” he truly seemed shocked and also a little embarrassed. His cheeks flashed red.

"At least she was!” you couldn’t hide your grin anymore and Pierre joined you.

"I am so sorry!"

"It’s fine. Don’t worry!" you quickly wave it off, "You look like you need some vitamins. I just bought loads of fresh fruits. How about a juice?"

"I'll take a coffee and maybe a croissant?" He pointed to the paper bag from the bakery in your hand. A kind of cocky behavior, but you liked it.

"Sure."

"I’ll be over in 5." he smiled and rushed back to his apartment.

You left your apartment door open for Pierre, started making coffee and set the table for two - it’s been a while since you had breakfast with a man. It was a strange feeling.

As you set the juicer up, he entered your apartment and closed the door behind him. He was freshly showered, hair still wet and had changed into different clothes.

"This looks amazing!" he mentioned as he took a seat and looked over the richly laid table.

Your strange feeling vanished as you two chatted carefree about everything and anything. You found out that he was a F1 pilot, was now preparing for the upcoming season and therefore stayed in Milan. Also that he was really into rap music and hanging out with friends. He indeed was younger than you, but it didn’t seemed to bother him at all. You had to admit, that you didn’t have a single clue about his sport.

"Well your hereby more than welcome to be my guest at the paddock!"

You gave him a slight smile and took a sip from the fresh juice you just made yourself. A little silent break came up. The two of you were just looking at each other. He was wearing a beige polo shirt and left it unbuttoned. You noticed his chest hair and a golden necklace. Even though you were not into younger guys, this made him extremely manly and sexy to you. Your gaze wandered up to his mouth. His rosy and pouty lips turned into a cheeky grin - you couldn’t deny that his lips looked very kissable - and then there was this little tooth space again. It looked good on him.

Lost in thoughts you bite your underlip which Pierre instantly noticed.

He knew you were checking him out and that you liked what you saw. It made him feel good and confident. To break the silence he cleared his throat and sat up straight. This made you wake up from your daydream and also a little ashamed.

"So I was the reason, that kept you up all night?" again he was cocky and he hoped to see you blush once more because of him.

"Well, not you. More your girlfriend."

"She is not my girlfriend!" he answered quickly and it felt to you, that he needed to justify. "I don’t have a girlfriend.." he said more calm now and drank from his coffe mug as a distraction.

"Okay…" you just mouthed, "But she was really loud!"

All of a sudden you imitated her exaggerated orgasm from last night and Pierre almost choked on his coffee. He looked at you with big eyes and started to laugh out at his loudest. You joined him.

"Wow. What a performance!" he had to admit, "Poor guys.."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if you sound like that faking it, then I don’t want to know how a real orgasm of yours sounds!"

You just twitched your shoulders, "Your loss!"

And with that the teasing between the two of you had started - not knowing how and where this will end.

next part

#pg10 #pierre gasly #f1 things #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly x reader #f1 #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

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jakekgs · 2 years

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how you get the girl, yang jungwon. (two)

i <3 that we are all so down bad for badboy!jungwon who is actually a sweetheart, this part got a little long i apologise but i needed it out of my drafts :) masterlist + requests!

part one, part two, part three.

friday. jungwon had spent the rest of his week thinking about you, and he hated it. he often caught himself smirking at your flustered response when he extended the invitation, but it would fall just as quick when he remembered how he had quite literally asked you a question and left before you could reply. embarrassing.

almost, endearing, you had thought of the way he walked away with a small smile on his face. sweet, the way he asked; although if you were to ask for sunoo’s opinion on the matter, he would’ve claimed you were told to go. and therefore, go you must! you weren’t in love, at least you didn’t think you were, this was your first and probably last conversation with yang jungwon and someone had to bring you back down to earth.

today would be a completely normal day, you had told yourself. normal, no jungwon until the party tonight.

normal. you could do that.

“yah! y/n! y/n, don’t ignore me!” kim sunoo. perhaps one of your best friends and biggest enemies at this point, the way he shouted you from the steps of the school entrance and waved his arm around like a madman made you want to turn and run away, but something inside you told he would’ve simply followed.

he meets you half way, slightly out of breath but still full of energy as he practically forced you to link your arm with his and walk to your last class together. “i’ve been looking for you all day, are you gonna spill or do i have to bring out the torture devices?”

“the what?”

“torture devices, keep up, why do my sources tell me that the yang jungwon was all giddy and smiley after your whatever the hell happened yesterday?”

“sources?”

“you’re not a parrot so stop acting like one.” he huffs, making sure to still pull you away from people who might bump into the two of you as you take to the stairs. “what. happened?”

“well—“

“y/n!” the two of you looked up at someone calling your name, and at the top of the stairs stood lee heeseung, in all of his glory. if it wasn’t for sunoo tugging on your arm, you probably would’ve collapsed then and there. he was just as good looking as people made him out to be, especially up close. his hair, now a faded red colour rather than a dark brown with green dancing throughout.

“hey, sorry for that i didn’t mean to frighten you.” and his smile was heavenly. before the drool could leave your lips, sunoo forced you to walk up the remaining three steps to be in front of the boy.

“no! no, you didn’t.”

he laughs, you made lee heeseung laugh.

“good, good… here you go.” he extends his arm with a folded pieces of paper in between his fingers. “jungwon asked, although it was more like forced me, to give it to you.”

“oh, um, thank you.”

“i’ll see you there, right?” he asks with a knee bending smile and a raised eyebrow. you nod in response. “good, someone needs to beat jake’s ass at beer pong and my moneys on you!”

the two of you are stunned to silence until sunoo pulls you into your classroom, snatching the paper from your hands as you walk through the door and gasping as he opened it. the rest of your classmates ignored the pair of you, used to your antics.

“kim sunoo, give it back!”

“y/n….” he says quietly, pulling you into his side as he passes the paper back. “that’s his number.”

‘for the details, promise i don’t bite ;)’

“are you telling me it worked?” nishimura riki gasped, the youngest and most menacing of the group. “no way.”

“that’s my boy!” jake exclaims, sticking out his tongue in excitement like he usually does, and pulling jungwon into his side. “i knew it would work!”

“you told him it was a bad idea.”

“hoon, you’re kinda ruining the moment.” riki sighs.

“i’m ruining it—?”

“that’s what i just said—!”

“guys, shut up!” jungwon silenced the pair. “hee, what happened, did she take it?”

the eldest nods, a smile on his lips as he takes a bite into the apple in his hand. chewing it, just to build tension jungwon assumes, and even going as far as to take a sip from his drink before replying.

“hee, you’re killing him!”

“why am i not surprised that i’m walking into whatever this is?” park jongseong, or jay as anyone who was confident enough to talk to him called him. the most damning thing about him was his kindness, the entire school could recall when he and sunoo were made project partners and jay had booked one of the most expensive restaurants in seoul for the two to celebrate their high grade.

“jay, thank god, listen to this!” riki pulls him into his side, his newly acquired height and strength making it possible. “jungwon gave his number to y/n, although technically he didn’t… he did it through heeseung, but project cupid is a go!”

“project cupid?” the group is boys repeat in unison.

“just testing the waters, it was an idea.”

“now who’s ruining the moment?” sunghoon retorts, throwing his empty drink carton at riki.

“yah! come back and apologise!”

“hee, please.” he was begging, yang jungwon was begging as his friends chased each other around the practice room.

“she said she’ll be there,” the shouting ceased. “she’s got a cute shirt on today too, it’s got daisies on it.” he says with a wink, standing up and leaving jungwon with the information.

before the boys cheered for their friend, a loud ‘ding!’ rang throughout the room. almost in unison, all of the boys checked their phones to no avail. that was until….

“it’s her.”

“did you seriously just text him from my phone!”

“y/n, the school day is over, just go home and get ready for the party…. enjoy yourself.”

“sunoo, i don’t even know what to wear, you’re the only one of my friends going!”

the pink haired boy rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth at your dramatics.

“you have my number, use it. drama queen.”

there was suddenly a more and more obvious ‘x’ marked the spot sign on kim sunoo’s forehead whilst he shrugged. snatching your phone back from him, you begin to walk backwards, enjoying the way sunoo rolls his eyes at your middle finger.

“oh—! oh my god, i’m so sorry.”

“watch where you’re—“ he looks down at you, you weren’t the first girl to fall over in front of him. “y/n? shit, are you okay? are you hurt?”

“i’m fine, i didn’t– oh.” you certainly hadn’t expected him to pick you back up onto your feet, and not with such ease. “thank you.”

his hands remained at your sides, had he not been such a coward, he would’ve kissed you. but in that moment, something about the way you looked at him, a smile on your lips to show your gratitude… he couldn’t. opting for the next best thing, he reached up and pushed a stray piece of hair that had fallen from your hairstyle, behind your ear.

“you smell nice.” seriously?

he almost snorts at your words, but the look of regret on your face tells him to keep quiet. “thank you.” he can’t help the smirk that takes over his lips, both at your flustered state and your close proximity.

a rather sudden surge of confidence takes over the boy, one he’s sure he’ll think back to later, but he doesn’t stop. he leans down, his boots giving more height that you had expected, and is unbelievably close to kissing your neck, so close in fact that you can feel his breath just below the skin of your ear.

“you smell nice too.” if this was his attempt at making you feel less embarrassed…. it was definitely working. “sweet.”

you couldn’t think straight, not straight enough to mutter a response, a simple thank you.

“see you tonight, y/n.”

for sky, i needed this one out of my drafts so i cant promise to be as quick with the final part but it will definitely be posted in time for next weekend <3 @blessed-sky

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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can you do somethin smutty with Gotham! Jervis? Like him falling in love with a police officer and finding out she kinda reciprocates his feelings? Ending with a sweet love confession and some love making? You don’t have to if you don’t wanna… <3

A/N: Oh, but, but I wanna anon…I wanna. Sorry if the pacing is weird, it was getting a tad longer than usual so there were some awkward cuts. I hope it reads well but this is some of the softest shit I have ever written…I hope you enjoy it!

Also heeeyyy new header, who dis? This is stupid basic until I figure out what look I’m going for, still wanna rock with the book/paper/tears/rips kinda thing but I definitely wanna keep it simple so I don’t get lost in making this like I almost did this one lol

Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content (making out, love bites, cunnilingus, piv intercourse, unprotected sex), mentions of crime, and strong language.

Word Count: 2.2 k

Gotham Mad Hatter x F!Reader - Down the Rabbit Hole

You gasped when you thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye…

Damnit quit being paranoid it's nothing!

You could have sworn you saw a top hat and long black trench coat.

You were hot on the trail of Jervis Tetch and his latest crime spree. Handfuls of Gotham's Elite randomly committing suicide with no records of self harm, suicidal thoughts, or mental health issues.

It confused you…he confused you. That's what it was confusion after all…not like you were actually intrigued by the hypnotist and wanted to…

No. No nothing like that.

Witnesses say they've seen the Hatter wandering the Narrows. Likely to take cover after having the heat on him for the past few weeks. You seemed to be the only one closing in on him. Tetch eluded everyone else, yet for you, he seemed to put in the extra effort to make an appearance.

"Will you, won't you, will you join the dance?" He chuckled gleefully last time you saw him.

"You won't be dancing when I put you away, Tetch!" You responded sternly. Trying to not let his stunning grin and rich voice lull you to compliance.

He gasped in faux hurt. "You'd put me away? Tsk tsk tsk no no that just won't do…"

He appeared behind you, leaned in to whisper in your ear. "I'll show you one day, my dear. Your world is black and white…right and wrong…but you see it's so much more…it could be so much more…if you'd let me show you…"

It did sound…extremely tempting. You felt like you've been trekking along on a looping railroad track. A track that made the same stops, the same turns…and despite doing your best…it occasionally broke down time and time again.

You shook your head again. Trying to shake the intruding fantasy out of your mind. You were a cop, you sought justice even in a city where justice was often thought a joke if not a myth.

You weren't going to let some handsome highly wanted criminal mastermind get in the wa-

You just referred to him as handsome. Goddamnit.

Maybe it was time to call it a night. You decided to head out of the club you were scoping out from and began the walk back to the main street to grab a taxi.

You were walking down a quiet alleyway, a shortcut out of the Narrows when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You immediately spun around on your heel. "Hey! Who the hell?"

"Good evening, my dear.."

"T-Tetch?" You stuttered, certain you weren't going to see him tonight.

"Come now, I think we're past formalities…you can call me Jervis or yours fine are both by me." He grinned.

"I…I don't understand…" which was true. You didn't understand this case, this man, or just what was going on inside your head anymore.

You didn't even stop him from resting a hand along the side of your face. He leaned your face up, bringing your eyes to look at his.

"It's because you're afraid, it's all right to be afraid. Your mind has shifted, for the better I may add." He chuckled satisfied.

"I thought I knew…I knew what was right and wrong…I do know but it does nothing for me anymore like it used to…"

You were rambling now, no longer able to keep the troubling and questioning thoughts inside your head anymore. Maybe if you spoke them into existence they wouldn't be so damn loud.

You were almost to the point of tears. You know you shouldn't feel this way…not towards him…a murderer, a thief, a master manipulator. Yet you feel like he'd be the only one to finally pull you out of this mental fog.

You felt a leather textured thumb run along your cheek, and Jervis softly shushed you.

"It's all right, my dear. It will all be all right…again, if you just let me. Let me love you, and show you a world that can be quite the Wonderland." He smiled softly.

"Y-You love me?" He was always somewhat flirtatious but you never thought to the point of an actual romance.

"Madly, darling." He smiled sincerely at you. "I've been smitten with you since the start. While this chase has been thrilling…I'm afraid the fun has passed. I just want you by my side."

All of a sudden something clicked in your brain. Like a light switch turned on or a puzzle piece snapping into place.

Your emotions drove your movements from then on out as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his surprised lips.

You adored him. You loved him. You didn't care. He woke up with something inside that has been wanting to get out. To be who you always wanted to be, not who you were supposed to be.

Jervis was taken aback, clumsily but quickly wrapping his arms around your waist to catch you as you nearly knocked him back. He was able to recover quickly, and eagerly returned your kiss.

Before you knew it your back hit brick as he caged you against the wall of a building. His hands came up to your face, almost cradled it. Reluctantly he pulled away, to look into your eyes, he grinned giddily at you.

“At last, at long last. My darling…" He delicately tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You couldn't help but smile back in pure glee. How foolish you were to deny this unadulterated elation for so long. For some weak stance on right and wrong or justice and injustice.

You began combing your fingers through his soft curling locks. "What should we do now?"

"The night is ours, darling…now that we are together, anything is possible."

—---------------------------------------------

It was also highly possible that you two just ended up back at your apartment.

If you told yourself before you headed out for the night you would bring Jervis Tetch back to your home. You would have laughed at yourself.

As soon as the door closed you two began quickly swiping off each other's clothes. Jervis had an absurd amount of layers, but you carefully hung his signature top hat on a high shelf.

Jervis snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You squealed in surprise as he pulled you towards him, he grinned as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You spun around to where you were leading him to your bed.

Once the back of your legs hit the edge of the mattress, you fell back effortlessly. You dragged Jervis with you in tow by his dark dress shirt you were still working the buttons off of.

Many heated kisses were exchanged as you two were finally free from the confines of your clothes. Your hands roamed from his shoulders, to his chest, to his abdomen.

Jervis' shaky breath tickled your face which caused your hands to stop so you could look back up at him.

"Are you okay?" You whispered softly.

"M-More than okay, darling." He reassured, as he took one of your hands and brought it up to his lips.

You brought your face forward, gently meeting his lips again with yours. It was his turn for his hands to roam your body.

Long slightly rough fingers cradled your jaw, all he had to do was tighten his grip and he could kill you. Yet, he didn't as his hands slowly traveled downward.

You moaned into his mouth, where your tongues ran circles around each other. He began softly kneading your chest, occasionally pinching your nipples.

When you gasped at a particularly sharper pinch, Jervis took the chance from the broken kiss to nestle his head into the crook of your neck and began to pepper kisses there. While simultaneously leaning you back softly to where you laid flat on the bed.

You giggled every so often where his beard slightly tickled you, but giggles soon melded into moans whenever he nibbled a little harder on your skin. His hands still remained on your chest, even as he kept kissing down from your neck, to your collarbone, and down the valley between your breasts.

"J-Jervis…"

He shushed you softly as he kissed the top of your stomach, again causing you to slightly giggle. Jervis smiled up at you, he always wanted to hear you laugh. Whenever he sees you, you always seem troubled and upset about something.

He was grateful he was finally able to take it all away.

He slowly retracted his hands away, to put them on the top of your thighs. You tensed at first out of instinct, he smiled again reassuringly, as he kissed the middle of each of your thighs to get them to relax.

"Y-You don't have–oh!"

Jervis kissed along your inner thigh until he reached the apex between your legs. Sweetly, he pecked your lower, slightly damp lips.

"I know, but I want to, darling…" he assured in a hushed whisper, as if he could break you if he spoke at full volume.

You were panting now, on the edge of your seat waiting for what he would do next. You gasped as you felt a warm wet appendage split your lower lips apart.

"Jervis!" You hissed as his tongue began lapping up your juices that steadily flowed out from you.

You knocked your head back when you felt slight pressure on the hood above your clit. As his deft fingers went under it and began rolling slow circles around your clit.

You moaned out his name, as he continued to eat you out like a last meal. Like a man on the verge of death from starvation and you held the rejuvenating sustenance between your legs.

You could feel your orgasm bubbling just below your gut. Your moans becoming louder and breather signaled to Jervis you were close.

"No, n-n-no…please.." You begged.

Jervis slowly let up on his assault, slowing his motions to a stop as he pulled back from between your legs.

"I'm sorry, dear. I can't have you finishing, just yet. I promise…" He brought himself back up to face you, his body caging you in, you were surrounded by him.

"...it will all be worth it." He whispered into your ear before kissing you hard. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it made you moan deeply.

You felt the head of his cock slowly work its way between your cunt lips. You breathed hard through your nose as he slowly began entering you.

You cried out his name, breaking the kiss as he was fully inside. What he somewhat lacked in girth he made up in length, him practically hitting your cervix.

Time and your bodies stood still while you adjusted to his length and he took in the tight grip of your walls choking him.

Jervis began steadily pulling out of you, but leaving the head in before he rocked himself back into you. After a moment of taking it slow he began gradually picking up speed.

Wanton cries of his name and moans was all the speech you were capable of as he continued thrusting into you. Along with his groans and pants as he shakingly called out your name…you both made quite the cacophony of passion.

Your hands clinged to his back, slowly scratching away at the skin on his back in irritated red streaks. He gasped slightly at the stinging sensation. You were about to apologize until he leaned forward and bit down at the skin between your neck and shoulder.

You groaned more from the pleasure than the pain. You felt the familiar tightening in your lower abdomen. Your nerves were about to erupt in sensational vibrations.

"J-Jervis…I-I'm.."

He nodded. "I know, darling, I know." He leaned forward to kiss you again once more as he pounded into you fast and hard.

Your panting high pitched moans were swallowed up by his kiss as your body lit up in pleasurable electricity. The tip of your fingers to the tip of your toes were tingling.

Jervis soon followed soon after. Your walls' vice grip on his cock milking him for everything he's got and more than willing to give to you.

Albeit reluctantly, Jervis slowly pulled out from you. You felt your combined fluids slowly dripping out of you.

Completely dazed, you didn't even notice Jervis got up and got a cloth until you felt the textured rag in between your legs.

A comfortable silence filled the room, as you and Jervis properly got under the covers. You instinctively cuddled up into his side with your head on his chest. His arms instantly wrapped around you, to somehow pull you in closer than you already are.

Somehow you found a way to break the silence.

"I love you, Jervis…I'm sorry it took me so long to come to it. I always knew…just kept trying to ignore it."

He hummed as he kissed your head before saying, "I love you too, darling. No need to worry about the past. You're here with me now and that is all that matters."

You leaned up briefly to meet his lips once more with yours in a sweet good night kiss.

In the end, you were grateful to finally trip and fall down the inevitable rabbit hole.

#ri writes #gotham mad hatter #gotham jervis tetch #gotham mad hatter x reader #gotham jervis tetch x reader #gotham mad hatter x reader smut #gotham jervis tetch x reader smut

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anangelwhodidntfall · 1 year

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I sorry but like exams are killing me but now and I did say probably

i want a poly Ariel and Eric hybrid! Reader alt alt ending where Ariel and Eric were already married and then they heard singing which turned out to be Reader singing but ran off after hearing a friend call her name

But Ariel and Eric we're stunned by her beauty and grace so they organized a party for the entire village in the evening but Reader isn't a big fan of crowds or people in general so she steps outside into the beach to have an evening swim but Ariel and Eric followed her so they now know and tell her how they feel

But Reader is a little skeptical because who would want a "commoner" but she likes them back regardless

Thinking about a part 2 of this so when you're done I can they you

Have a good morning/afternoon/evening/night

Thank you in advance ❤❤❤❤

A/N: Ahhhh okay as someone who is in the final weeks of her college classes, I totally understand. I hope you do well on your exams and I will be here when you get back <3

Shy Siren: Poly Eric & Ariel &Hybrid Reader

Ariel and Eric were walking along the beach sharing some laughs about something that had happened at the market when they heard the most beautiful voice. They stopped laughing and could hear whoever it was singing so clearly now, which made them start heading toward the sound of the voice. As they made their way toward you, they could hear your voice more clearly and louder now, and they began to pick up the pace hoping to see who it was and talk to them.

You were sitting by the shore singing a song your mom used to sing to you as you watched the waves, wishing both of your parents were still here. You were so wrapped in your thoughts that you didn't notice how late it had gotten or the royal couple peeking around the corner watching you with total love in your eyes until you heard your best friend call your name.

"Y/n! It's time for dinner." She said as you got up and ran to catch up with her.

Eric and Ariel watched as you ran off to catch up with your friend with smiles on their faces, they had never seen you before but knew that they had to have you, especially after hearing your voice and not to mention your unmatched beauty. That night when they went home they asked around about you but no one from the castle knew who you were so they had Grimsby organize a search party in hopes of finding you.

"Y/n the royal couple is looking for you." Your best friend making you look at her confused.

"What do you mean they're looking for me?" You asked her.

"I don't know the details but it's all they are talking about in the market. Did you talk to them or something?" She asked you.

"No, I've only passed them at the market before." You said to her.

You were at work but due to a search party being held, the market was way more crowded than normal and it was becoming too much for you so you decided to step away and go for a swim to clear your head but you didn't realize that you were followed.

"Please don't go." You heard Ariel say making you turn and see her and Eric a few feet behind you.

"What? What are you two doing here?" You asked looking at them as they walked closer to you.

"We've been looking all over for you since we heard your voice last night." Eric said.

"Why were you looking for me? I'm not anyone important." You said to them.

"Oh but you are, your voice and your beauty are just unmatched, I know this is very sudden but we like you a lot and would like the chance to get to know you better if you are interested." Ariel said.

"But I'm a commoner, I'm not royalty. What could you guys possibly see in me?" You asked them.

"We don't care about that y/n. We only care about the heart that is inside of you, when we were looking for you all everyone kept saying is how sweet and caring you are. Please just give us a chance and if you don't like it then no hard feelings?" He asked you.

"I would like that a lot, plus I've kinda always had my eyes on you two as well." You said with a shy smile as they hugged you.

#prince eric x ariel x y/n #ariel x reader x prince eric #prince eric fanfiction #prince eric x you #prince eric x y/n #prince eric x reader #ariel x reader #ariel x eric #the little mermaid 2023 #the little mermaid live action

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tobesolonely · 3 years

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house hunting

A/n: hello!! I’ve been having a mad case of writers block, so @goldenbluesuit‘s list of prompts was posted just in time! Thank you and i hope you all enjoy!! thank u @harryysstyless and @nationalharryleague for looking this over also :) Love u guyssss!

summary: newly engaged y/n and harry realize they have very different tastes in homes when they begin house hunting!!!

warnings: smut

word count: ~3.3k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

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With all the joys that came with being engaged, there was a good deal of logistics that you hadn’t even thought of when you excitedly told Harry, “Duh, of course, I’ll marry you!” just four short months ago. Should you wed in the fall or wait until the spring? Outdoors or indoors? These were things that you and Harry went back and forth about most nights, cuddled in bed next to each other before drifting off to sleep.

Something you were most excited about, though, was finally owning a home with Harry. You practically lived together as it was, seeing that you were at his place most nights. Still, his home wasn’t yours—you were reminded every time you had to grab something forgotten from your apartment. Or when he was away for work and you couldn’t bear to be in his large, empty house by yourself.

So while you already knew each other’s grossest habits, (Harry loved asking you to pop his back pimples) you didn’t yet own a home together. Sadly, house hunting was turning out to be a less-than-joyous task when you and Harry were looking for completely different things.

“I jus’ think we’re cottage-style people… that’s all,'' your fiancé’s hand rests on your thigh while you wait in his car for the real estate agent to arrive. “This one’s nice, yeah, but is it who we are?”

You refrain from rolling your eyes at him. “You’re only saying that because they remind you of home.”

“So? They’re lovely,” he sounds a little defensive, but not mad. Your response to Harry is interrupted as the real estate agent pulls into the driveway.

“Be nice,” you remind him as you open your door to let yourself out. “I understand the Craftsman isn’t your first choice, but she worked hard to find this place for us. At least go into it with an open mind.”

Your fiancé mutters something under his breath, but you know he’ll behave himself––he didn’t have a mean bone in his body. Harry’s demeanor immediately changes once the real estate agent is within earshot, turning on his signature English charm. “Thank you for meeting my fiancée and me today. We’re both very excited to check out this lovely home.”

Since you’re privy to the reality of the situation, you can tell he’s laying it on a bit thick, but your agent is loving it. “You’ll both fall in love, I know it,” she begins her ascent up the long driveway and you and Harry follow behind hand-in-hand. “Six bedrooms, eleven bathrooms, and nearly twenty thousand square feet. You can’t beat it.”

Harry seems unphased by the enormous size of the house, but your breath hitches in your throat. Did the two of you actually need this much room? The house appeared to be even bigger than the one Harry owned now––you knew you would hate staying here when he was away for work except this time, you wouldn’t have a quaint apartment and a roommate to go back to when you were feeling lonely.

“H, ‘s kinda big…” you’re trying to speak quietly enough so the real estate agent doesn’t hear you. “I don’t know if I like it.”

“What’s tha’? We haven’t even gotten inside, love,” Harry stops walking to give you his full attention. “You don’t like it?”

“Just the driveway by itself is enormous,” you feel your cheeks growing warm. “I would be too scared to stay here by myself.”

Harry hums in agreement. “Can we have just a moment, please?” He sweetly turns to face the real estate agent who insists you take your time, walking farther up the driveway to give the two of you privacy.

“We’ve not seen the inside, doll. Gotta at least do that,” Harry’s hands run along your bare arms. “‘Member what you jus’ told me? Let’s go into it with an open mind. Don’t have to place an offer on it or anything.”

“Okay…” you’re reluctant and Harry can tell, but neither one of you want to be rude to the real estate agent. “You’re right. I guess it doesn’t hurt to just check it out.”

Harry gives you a dimpled grin. “Y’never know. Might fall in love with it, puppy,” Harry leans in so close that you can feel his breath on your nose. “Besides, think of all the rooms we’d get to have a shag in if we moved in here.”

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“I hate it.”

“What’s there to hate? Look at how cozy it is.”

“Don’t like the color.”

“It’s nothing to slap a fresh coat of paint on the outside.”

You open your mouth and then close it in defeat. He wasn’t wrong. You let Harry lead you around the perimeter of the house while you wait for your real estate agent to arrive to let you in—Harry’s animatedly talking about all the renovations that can be done to upgrade the house (even stating he could do some of them himself) and deep down you know this is the house you will end up living in.

“So sorry I’m late,” the agent’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “There was an accident on the 405–made traffic a nightmare.”

“No worries at all,” Harry says cheerily. “We’re just excited to get inside and take a look at this place. It’s gorgeous.”

The lady doesn’t even try to hide her surprise. “Really? I agree that it’s a beautiful home, but I thought it would be your last choice given it’s on the smaller side.”

“How many bedrooms?” You change the subject, gazing at the house in front of you. You thought it was rather large, but to each their own.

“Five bedrooms, four and a half bathrooms.”

You glance over at your fiancé, who appeared to be deep in thought—he was most likely calculating if five bedrooms would be enough to host friends and family who came to visit.

“That’s perfect,” he says after a moment, squeezing your hand in excitement. “We’d love to get inside.”

The real estate agent mutters a quiet, “please, follow me” to which you and Harry oblige. She leads you up a gorgeous cobblestone pathway that ends at weathered brick stairs. Harry lightly placed his hands on your waist as you ascended the three steps, knowing you tended to be on the clumsy side.

“Porch is nice, innit?” Harry says to you, lowering his gaze so he’s looking square in your eyes. “I can see us ‘avin a cup of coffee in the mornin’ while lookin’ out at the street.”

Your husband-to-be was trying to sell you on the home more than your real estate agent was––you weren’t mad at it. You simply hum in agreement, not wanting to fully give into Harry just yet.

The real estate agent unlocks the door and ushers the both of you ahead of her, wiping her feet on the mat before entering the home. It was beautiful. The floor plan was open, the living room flowing easily into the kitchen which led into the dining room. Large windows let in plenty of natural sunlight, which you know Harry appreciated.

You listen attentively as the real estate agent gives her typical spiel, informing you about the history of the house (and how all the wood fixtures were original). Harry is long gone, tucked away in some other part of the house, most likely examining the crown molding or something of the sort.

“...because the floor plan is so open, it’s the perfect space for entertaining.”

“So true,” you respond politely, looking around the space. “I was just thinking that. I’m sure Harry would agree... wherever he ran off to.”

“He’s a fan of this one, I take it?” She’s walking again, leading you to the back of the house.

“Oh, definitely. He’s been telling me we’re “cottage people” to warm me up to the idea of moving in here.”

“Is it working?”

You let out a quiet giggle. “Surprisingly, yes.”

“Babe, come look at this bedroom. S’gonna be ours!” Harry calls out to you from deeper in the house and you furrow your brows as you try to determine what room he ducked into.

“Where are you, love?”

“‘M in here!”

You roll your eyes at how Harry did nothing to clarify his exact location for you, but you quickly figure it out, anyway. While the house was large, it was nowhere as big as some places you’ve already looked at which you appreciated.

Once reunited with Harry, he immediately reaches for your hand and pulls you into him. The bedroom you’re now standing in has floor-to-ceiling windows, an adjoining bathroom, and even a fireplace. It was stunning.

“This room is nice,” you say quietly, leaning into his touch. Harry nods.

“S’our room. Can’t you just picture us sleepin’ in here? Relaxin’?” He leans in close to your ear. “Fuckin’?”

A shiver immediately runs through your body at your fiancé’s vulgarity, but you try your best to play off your reaction as you turn to face the real estate agent. “Let’s see the rest of the place, yeah?”

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No one warned you about how much work went into actually closing on a home.

It was a long process. You were glad you had Harry, who had financial advisors, to help you close on the deal. You and Harry ended up going with the cottage home, of course, which ultimately was the best choice for what the two of you needed at the moment.

Waiting to move in seemed like it took a lifetime, even though it was only a couple weeks. Your apartment was a mess of boxes and packing tape, and you were glad you had your roommate to help you gather the things you still had left there (since you had basically already moved in with Harry as it was).

When the day finally came to move all your boxes into your new home, you were more than ready to get it over with. You weren’t sure how Harry could remain in such high spirits engaging in such an arduous task (you were honestly feeling quite crabby), so you let Harry deal with the movers lest you accidentally lose your cool and snap at someone. He kept offering to help them move things, feeling guilty for just standing around while they heaved your extensive amount of belongings around, but they kept insisting they were fine. Your fiancé opted to contribute by going to the kitchen and making them lemonade and little sandwiches, instead.

“We have a lot of stuff, don’t we?” Harry glances up at you as you walk into the kitchen, a mischievous look on his face.

“What’s this we? Pretty sure they’re struggling to carry your things around, not mine,” you snake your arms around Harry’s waist. “Maybe we can have a garage sale? Get to know some neighbors too, hmm?”

“Weird to sell Gucci at a garage sale, innit?” Harry cuts a sandwich into four perfect triangles and sets them beside him on a platter he must’ve dug out of some box. You shrug.

“I’m sure you’re not the only person in this neighborhood who can afford Gucci.”

Harry hums in response, continuing to slather spread onto the sandwiches he was making. “Can you go offer these to the movers? Ask ‘em if they want lemonade or water, too.” He tilts his head toward the tray on the other side of the counter and you reach around him to grab it.

“Look at you makin’ everyone snacks and whatnot. So domestic,” you tease, grabbing Harry’s cheek and pinching firmly. “It’s getting me all hot.”

“Yeah?” He questions, going along with your playful pestering. “Y’like it?”

“Fuckin’ love it,” you coo, giving him bedroom eyes. Harry throws his head back, letting out a loud guffaw. You exit the kitchen and go from person to person, kindly offering them sandwiches which they are more than happy to accept.

The movers finish a couple of hours later, your beautiful home still just as beautiful, but now a myriad of boxes and trash bags. The two of you had absolutely no furniture yet, seeing as Harry wanted to buy everything new instead of bringing the furniture from his old home for reasons you were still unsure of.

Harry settled on making the two of you sandwiches for supper, seeing as that was the only food you had in the entire house, and neither one of you felt like running to the store to buy anything else. He pours two tall glasses of lemonade before carefully walking to where you sat cross-legged on the floor of the living room.

“Our new home...,” Harry trails off, looking around the cluttered space. “The first thing that’s ours.”

“I could cry,” you reply, voice slightly shaky. “Like, it’s just so surreal. We can really decorate however we want and celebrate holidays–”

“Gonna fight wif’ each other ‘n love on each other,” he adds. “Grow old with each other... so happy you’re all mine and ‘m all yours.”

Your heart swells at Harry’s words. He can always tell when you’re growing emotional––he knows you better than anyone else, after all––and he quickly moves closer to you, pulling you into his side. Neither one of you says anything, there’s nothing that needs to be said. You opt to bask in each other’s company and the comfortable silence that fills the dim living room. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Harry scoot the food and drinks out of the way before he pulls you fully into his lap.

“I can’t wait for all of it,” you wrap your arms around his neck, sucking lightly on the area where the skin of his jaw trails into his neck. “Can’t wait to have it all with you.”

“Know what ‘m lookin’ forward to the most?” You hum. “Lookin’ forward to the baby makin’.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at Harry’s admission. Sure, you’ve discussed children before––you were getting married! Still, he catches you off-guard.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm,” his hand slowly makes its way underneath your shirt, loving how he already had you squirming under him.

“I’ve got it,” you mumble quietly, moving away from him. You expertly unclasp your bra and fling it out of the way, letting it join the rest of the mess that litters the floor of your home.

“This is really the first place we’re gonna shag in, then?” Harry asks breathlessly, sucking roughly against your collarbone.

You shrug your shoulders before moving to tangle your hands in Harry’s hair. “The entire house is a mess, this is as good a spot as any.”

“Can’t argue with that,” he mutters, trailing his hands down your body until he gets to your bottom. He easily shimmies your tight leggings down your legs, having done this many, many times before. “Gonna help me christen every room in this house, angel?”

“Yeah,” you’re quick to respond. You wish there was more kissing and less talking going on, but your arrogant fiancé loved two things: teasing you, and the sound of his own voice. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Where do ya want that kiss?”

“Get your mind outta the gutter,” you plead, tilting your head to the side so Harry can access your neck easier. “My lips.”

You know what Harry’s going to say before he says it. “Which ones?”

“H, come on,” you whine, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. “Gimmie one.”

Harry finally gives into your requests and presses his lips delicately against yours, humming in pleasure as he feels you sink deeper into the kiss. “I’m messin’ with ya, Y/N. I could never pass on givin’ ya a kiss.”

“I’m glad,” you answer triumphantly, shamelessly stealing another kiss from him.

“Gonna go all the way with me on our living room floor? Dirty girl, you are,” Harry says quietly, gently removing you from his lap. He helps you lay back on the floor, but not before bunching up your leggings for you to use as a pillow.

“All good?”

“Mmm,” you reach up for him, wanting to feel his lips against yours once again. He doesn’t give in so easily—not this time. Harry allows you to take his plump upper lip into your mouth before pulling away just out of your reach. You let out a pitiful whimper which causes Harry to puff out his chest, his ego getting the best of him.

“Gonna make ya feel so good,” he says quietly, rubbing his palm against your core. Your underwear was still on and you knew he was approximately four seconds away from ripping them off.

“I know,” you answer quickly. “I know, H.”

“You sound impatient.”

“I just wanna get on with it.”

Harry sits back on his heels. “What’s tha’ rush? Jus’ us, yeah? Jus’ me?”

“I need it,” you say under your breath. You were usually quite vocal in bed with Harry, but something about the way his gaze fixed on you had butterflies fluttering all-around your stomach.

“What do you need?” Harry taps your bum while he’s saying this, signaling for you to lift yourself slightly off the ground so he can get them around your ankles.

“I need you in me,” you whisper. You knew he knew exactly where you needed him, but you’d stroke his ego a bit if it meant he’d fuck you just how you wanted him to. “Hard. F-fast.”

“I can manage that,” he cheekily replies, giving his hard cock three tugs before pressing himself to your entrance. “Don’t want me to eat ya out or summat?”

“No,” you answer entirely too quickly. “Please just fuck me, H-”

He understands just how needy and desperate you are now and wastes no more time, swiftly entering your tight cunt like he was made just for you. Your body always molded together so perfectly––no one knew you better than he did. When you were really pressed for time, he could get you off in less than five minutes. Although his pace is relentless tonight though, there is no rush.

You felt full in such a way that only Harry could make happen. You let out a loud moan as he moves your leg ever so slightly to angle you in such a way that he knew would hit your spongy walls deep inside of you.

“Y’like it? Like me fuckin’ into ya like this?”

“Love it,” you moan breathlessly, reaching to cradle your tits. Harry raises his eyebrows, pace faltering slightly.

“What are you bein’ so quiet for? S’no one here except us,” he reaches in between your sweaty bodies to flick your clit. “Can feel you clenchin’ ‘round me–are you gonna come, puppy? Come around my cock?”

His teasing is all it takes for you to cum around him, clenching down so tightly that it takes a surprising deal of strength for him to keep moving. Harry follows shortly behind you, letting out an animalistic groan that sounds downright filthy. In that moment, you were glad that there was no one else in the house because if there was, they definitely would’ve heard you and Harry coming down from your respective highs together. He speaks after a moment, chest still heaving.

“One room down, the rest of the house to go.”

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harrysgoldenline · 3 years

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can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

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Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

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I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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Would you write a Kaz Brekker request where the reader is a bookworm and a crow and basically Kaz asks the reader to read to him as his way of apologizing after a argument that was his fault?

it a/n i did something kinda similar in a 'promise of rain' blurb,, but this concept is so cute to me:)) love it sm i moved it up my request cue lol

also IM IN COLLEGE NOW!! WHAT?? AND IVE BEEN TO A PARTY! AND IM JOINING A SORORITY AND I DID DRAMA AUDITIONS AND AHH !! SO DIFFERENT! I MISS MY MOM AND SISTER AND DOG AND EVEN MY DAD BUT IM HAPPY HERE!!

also im a little worried this might not portray kaz superrrrr accurately bc it's been awhile so just let me know,, feedback leads to improvement:)) also kinda set this up for a part 2 bc...well youll see

They've always said a lot of things about him, and I've always heard them. But I've never quite believed them. Sure, I get why the dark things that have flourished in the poisoned soil that is Ketterdam consider Kaz Brekker the darkest thing of all. I understand the nickname 'Dirtyhands' for the gloved criminal who has fooled each crime boss at least once. I understand each terrible thing they've said about him.

But I've never agreed with them. I've never even considered agreeing with them. Until today.

The thought that maybe everything people say about him is correct in a simple context struck me worse than the silence after our argument. It made me feel like both a fool and hypocrite. Kaz and I have had our fair share of spats over the relatively short time we've known each other, but never like this. Never so badly he stormed out of the room before I could. I squeeze the book in my lap even harder, desperate to focus on the words on the pages.

You didn't hurt him. He walked away because he decided you weren't worth the cost of his expensive time. I repeat those thoughts in my mind over and over again, letting them bitter me further. It's a lot easier to be mad than hurt. A lot easier to fuel your pain than try to understand your mistakes. Besides, tiredness is already dredging around in my chest and if I don't calm down a little I won't be able to fall asleep.

I had escalated the fight more than I should have. Knowing Kaz is like performing in a tightrope act. One must always be aware of where they're going. Watching what's in front of them without ever thinking too much about what's beneath or behind them. Today though, when I needed my balance most I chose to fall. I chose to dive, and apparently there was no net.

"Oh, you're doing that thing."

I roll my eyes at Jesper's voice as I fight down a yawn. I wipe my face with the back of my palm before turning. The burning behind my eyes never resulted in full tears, but I feel better after doing so. "What thing?"

"That terribly noble thing where you find it in yourself to take full blame for every single conflict you and boss man fall into." The slight humor in his voice is enough for me to roll my eyes again. "Between you and me, I'm sure the reason he's so angry now is because you didn't do that for once."

I press my lips together as my chin angles itself upwards slightly. "I never do that." He raises an eyebrow. The slight sympathy that colors the look is more offensive than his accusation. "If I pick and choose my battles, it's for good reason."

"Clearly."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugs once before further entering my room. I say nothing when he sits at the foot of my bed. "Oh, you know," Jesper stretches back casually, resting his back against the wall and extending his legs, "You and Kaz--Kaz and you."

Has he been drinking? Perhaps he's not here because of my unusual absence from downstairs after my fight with Kaz but because he's already too tipsy to think right. "What?"

At my confused look he grins, flashing all of his teeth with an arrogance that outshines the whiteness of them. He taps the still open book in my lap. "Let me put it in terms you'll understand." Jesper sits up a little further, amusement clear in his features. "You two make a shameful Elizabeth and Darcy--"

"Oh, shut up," I groan, glaring at him, "This isn't Pride and Prejudice. And Kaz and I," Jesper's smugness returns when I can't quite think of what I want to say, "We're barely friends--we're barely anything, let alone what you're implying."

Jesper pulls his legs up and shoves me gently. "Dearest, y/n," he ignores my glare, "You should know better than anyone that 'barely friends, barely anything' with Kaz is more than it is with anyone else?"

"That doesn't mea--"

"You two say goodnight to each other." Once. Kaz and I said good night to each other in front of Jesper once. How dare he assume it happens regularly? He's right, but that doesn't mean I'm okay with it. "You play cards with him. Not for money, not for skill--"

"It's for practice." The look Jesper gives me is enough to tell me that my defense didn't land.

Damn him for ever finding Kaz and I on one of those strange nights. One of those nights in which he lurks at the stairwell...the one that divides my room and his attic. One of those nights in which it feels like he's a phantom and I'm the only one that can really see him. A night in which we both silently find each other.

I couldn't quite believe it the first time it happened. I'm not exactly a Crow--I don't feel enough a connection to the Dregs to join them without some kind of guarantee--but I was needed for some obscure job. but I was needed for some obscure job. The Crows needed an insider who could blend into high society, and I needed a place to stay away from my father.

It worked. I worked. And with each passing day I found myself enjoying the Crows more and more. That's why I stayed. That's why I started checking the stairwell practically every night, a set of playing cards in my hand.

The first time had been awkward. I couldn't sleep and my room felt too quiet, but the rambunctious club felt too loud and a little unsafe considering the hour. So I settled for the only space in between. When Kaz found me sitting on the steps and playing a solitary card game I had been so stunned by embarrassment I just offered to deal him in. I had been more shocked when he silently accepted my offer.

"Practice?" Jesper repeats. "You were laughing, I heard you."

"That was one time--how do you know we didn't just happen to play cards together the one time you saw it?"

"Because you laughed about a play you considered 'predictable'."

Sighing, I sit up a little straighter. "I'm not having this conversation. Occasionally saying 'goodnight' to someone who lives in the same space I live in and sometimes playing cards with said person because we both happen to be up at a certain time doesn't mean anything."

"And the way he looked at the contact that was flirting with you?"

Oh...this conversation again. "For the last time, the contact wasn't flirting with me. We had to dance to blend in and when he leaned towards me to whisper in my ear...it was to tell me the intel Kaz just had to have."

"And when he tucked that strand of hair behind your ear?"

"He just wanted to sell our cove--"

"Y/n, he kissed your cheek and I'm fairly certain he would have kissed you if Kaz and I hadn't made it to the corridor at that second."

Why is everyone so obsessed with what would have never happened? The contact had been attractive, tall with fair eyes and hair. But it's not like I feel anything for him, nor would I have been so foolish during a job. A fact that Kaz refuses to believe. I'm tired of this argument...I'm just tired. This job required me to start getting ready early in the morning and lasted long into the night.

"I wouldn't have kissed him and even if I had, the fact that Kaz is so mad about feels...sexist." A stupid argument, considering that Kaz couldn't care less if the person he's working with is female, male, or anything in between because the only thing he cares about is profit. "It's a stupid thing to be mad about, but you hit on anything with a pulse at any time and--"

"I resent that--"

"For the first two weeks I was here I thought you might've been a prostitute."

I can feel him holding in a laugh. "Did you at least think I was a good prostitute?" When I glare again, he finally actually laughs. "Not the point--got it."

"Then what is the point? You're bored and obsessed with gossip so now you're shaking me for information you don't need."

"The point is you're oblivious." Rude...I move my leg in a weak attempt to push him off my bed. Jesper catches my ankle easily, ignoring my attempt at a fight. "You thought the contact was only doing his job and you don't know the real reason that Kaz blew up at you for the first time the way he blows up at everyone."

"Okay, well since you know everything, tell me why he's mad."

He lets out a sigh like he can't believe I even needed to ask that. "It's not the best look that the first time you let him pick a fight with you happens to be about some guy."

...Maybe he is drunk? "Don't be so cryptic. I don't like you enough to put up with that."

Jesper half-sighs again before pushing himself off my bed. "I'm going to pretend I think you're smart enough to piece things together from that."

"Asshole," I mumble instinctually as he walks towards my door. "Are you not telling me because I tried to push you off the bed?"

He turns when he reaches my door in order to lean against my door frame. "It's not not because of that." I should throw my book at his head. "In all seriousness, think about it. If you don't you'll either kill each other or kill me."

Ugh...he's so confusing. This time, I let him go. He leaves he door open, which is beyond annoying. I stand up to close it, promising myself I will focus on my book the second it's in my hands again. As I walk back towards my bed, my eyes land on the deck of cards on my nightstand.

Does it send a signal I don't want to send if I don't go the stairwell tonight? Do I want to send a signal? I don't know...actually, the only thing I know is that I don't want to think about this a second longer. I don't ease as I read, but my eyelids become heavier with each word they cross. I feel the weight of them as my focus slips, farther and farther away until I can no longer focus. When my eyes fall shut I can't bring myself to think or force them open.

I notice my surprised before I register that I've just woken up. Falling asleep feels so far and yet the crick in my neck confirms the obvious. Rubbing the eyes with the back of my hand, I push my book from my lap and sit up. The only indication of how much time has passed is how much my bedside candle has melted.

How long have I been asleep? How did I manage to fall asleep? I thought I was too mad at Kaz to manage anything but pouting in my room. I hadn't even decided if I wanted to talk to him.

I stand even though I haven't decided anything. I should at least change if I want to go to bed. But is leaving this alone for even longer a bad idea? I think Jesper thought so...though my conversation with him is far from clear. It's not the best look that the first time you let him pick a fight with you happens to be about some guy. I'm going to pretend I think you're smart enough to piece things together from that. What does he want me to do with that?

Maybe he was partially intoxicated and felt the need to play the role of a good friend. Or maybe this is his idea of a joke.

Whatever--regardless of Jesper, I have a choice to make. A tiny part of me hopes it's insignificant, but I know Kaz enough to know that nothing is insignificant to him. He holds onto things the way he holds onto his kruge. Perhaps I'll seek out Inej, she seems to be the best at rationalizing. Though she might be asleep by now, or on a job or...I don't even know.

How late is it? Is it late enough to be one of the few hours Kaz claims to reserve for sleep? Maybe my bad luck is still around and he's already in bed for once. Does that mean his anger will extend to tomorrow?

I shouldn't care. It's not like I'm in the wrong. Did I escalate things? Maybe a little...but I won't apologize for defending myself. Even though that makes everything a little easier. I feel stuck, like in some kind of place of half sleep. A single knock at my door is enough to make me want to jump. I rub my eyes a little more firmly in hopes of waking up more before someone sees me.

I approach the door without worry. Maybe it's not as late as I assumed. Or maybe it's really early? I open the door while still fighting against my slight disorientation. I'm so focused on acting normal, I almost don’t register the person standing at my door.

I don’t know who I expected, or what--maybe Jesper, much more tipsy than he was before, slumped against the doorframe, only knocking because he’s too tired to push the door open. Maybe even Inej, on her way here to deliver some kind of job or notice of dismissal. But it’s nothing I could expect. It’s...Kaz.

The Dirtyhands stands at my door, expression as hard as ever yet something behind his eyes that burns the sleep away from me. “Uh--hi.” I bite my tongue to avoid cringing at that very awkward beginning. “Are you here to kick me out yourself?” The only response I get is the slightest shift of his gaze off of my face. “No? Well then I think I’m going to bed. It’s late.”

My tone and words are clear. Get out of my doorway, I’m in no mood to go back to arguing. When he still doesn’t say anything, I’m emboldened by my nerves. I push the door between us without breaking eye contact.

Before the wood can meet the doorframe, he moves his cane, wedging it between us. “Y/n.” I don’t understand the way he says my name, but I’m certain he’s never said it like that. “I...” When he’s not prompted by the uncomfortableness of silence, I raise an eyebrow, my grip on the door tightening. “What I said shouldn’t have been said.” Wait--is he admitting fault? I’m so thrown I almost melt entirely. “Not to you.”

The addition leaves him so lowly a part of me wonders if I’ve imagined it. I’m so thrown by it I don’t even think to reply until a long second has passed. “You seemed to believe the opposite a few hours ago.”

His lips press together for a moment. “You didn’t ask me to play cards tonight.” He took that as intentional? At least that got me some kind of apology? I keep my mouth shut, greed making me want more information. I guess he must sense my silent tugging because he head inclines slightly. “Don’t push.”

I fight down a grin. “Push what?” His only response to stiffen further. “I’m going to tell you something as a peace offering.” That seems to intrigue him in some way. I can’t tell if it’s a good kind of interested, but I note the slight raise of his eyebrows and his intentional silence. “I didn’t chose not to ask you to play cards.” He gives me no indication of anything, which is fair...considering my vagueness. “I was mad, obviously, and in the middle of deciding on a course of action...and then I fell asleep.”

A long pause of silence. “You fell asleep?”

I’m not sure if his incredulous tone should offend me or not. If I wanted to lie, I’d like to think he knows me well enough to know that I’d have thought of a better excuse than that. Or at least a less embarrassing one. “Yes, it’s not that difficult to believe. Today had been long and all I wanted to do was read, but then Jesper came in to say the oddest things and then leave me to...”

Oh--oh. I guess there’s a reason people say to ‘sleep on’ something. Because now, actively remembering Jesper’s words for the first time since I fell asleep...I understand what Jesper was implying in the oddest way possible. He meant that Kaz and I...that perhaps there is a Kaz and I in a context that’s more than just grammatical. Wow. I really had to realize this with Kaz right in front of me.

My face feels warmer than it did before, an irrational bout of anxiety forcing me to consider that me might be able to read impossible, embarrassing thoughts from my expression alone.

“What did Jesper say?” I’m too lost in my own spiral of confusion and panic and some feeling I can’t recognize to register how Kaz asks his question. There’s an edge to it, an odd one, but that could easily just be Kaz.

This is most definitely the last conversation we need to be having. I’m still mad at him for his earlier dramatics. So I just shake my head, feigning an exhaustion I could lose myself in. “Nothing and everything all at once.” I resist the urge to rub my eyes again. “I’m pretty sure he was drinking, and I wasn’t really listening. I was just trying to read.”

Kaz’s expression hardens briefly as he takes in my words, and then he exhales, nodding once with the breath. “What were you reading?”

My lips part instinctually, ready to spew off details about the latest novel that’s captured my attention. But before I can let myself take off, the reality of the situation strikes me directly in the chest. This is not Nina, or Inej, or even Jesper after what he considers a ‘good night’. This is Kaz Brekker, the man believed to not have a soul. I’ve spoken to him before about casual things, though most of the nights in which we end up playing cards or just sitting near each other are spent in silence. But he’s never prompted me before. Not in the one topic he knows is guaranteed to turn me into an overenthusiastic, gushing fountain of poor summaries and character analysis.

I guess this is his peace offering. This shouldn’t warm the way it does. He was still unbelievably dramatic and treated me like I’m some kind of unreliable fool. “It’s late, and you know how I can be. I’d hate to keep you for nothing more than a poor summary and honestly, an embarrassing rant about plot or characters, because there’s just nothing as frustrating as when two people so clearly care about each other and both are too stubborn and oblivious to acknowledge it.”

Kaz’s eyebrows draw together just enough for me to be able to make out a shift of expression in the poor light. Perhaps his lingering irritation is preparing to rear its ugly head. The corner of his mouth seems to threaten to tilt upwards as Kaz angles his head to the side slightly. “I can’t imagine that position.”

No kidding. I bite my tongue to keep the sarcastic comment and awkward laugh that would sure follow it away. “Who can? That’s like half the point of reading.”

How can interaction feel so over and just at its beginning all at once? I press my lips together to avoid filling the silence with things I’d no doubt instantly regret. It’s easy to be mad at Kaz in the moment. Too easy. But to stay mad at him when his temper has passed and he returns with some kind of begrudging and admittedly awkward and uncertain truce is another task entirely.

“I’ve never understood your attachment to written words.”

“It’s not about understanding, it’s about everything else.”

“And you say I’m cryptic.” Is he...kinda almost joking? I straighten my spine, too tired to fight and too wounded to forgive. “There’s understanding in everything, nothing can survive on sentiment alone.”

“If you read the way I did, you’d understand.”

His lips press together as his expression remains unwavering in its hardness. “Read to me.”

...Interacting with Kaz in any way often leaves me feeling like I’m wandering through unknown territory. But this, this is undeniably different. So different I can’t even think of a way to react. I watch his expression as cautiously as possible. He’s purely reserved, no distinction from the look he wears during business propositions. Except there’s a tightness I can’t quite understand.

Maybe it’s because I don’t want to fight anymore. Maybe it’s because exhaustion is leaving me partially delirious. Or maybe it’s the weird feeling in my chest that I can’t quite place. That I don’t want to place. “Okay.” I shift carefully. “If for no other reason then to prove you wrong.”

Never did I think I’d end up in the position of sitting in my bed, book in hand, with Kaz Brekker sitting next to me. But here we are. I’m so tired, I almost let out a nervous laugh when he first walked in. So brooding and tall, gripping the head of his head cane as he sits at the foot of my bed, on my pastel quilt.

I’m glad for the excuse to keep my gaze away from him and on the words in front of me. I read out loud, feeling more and more comfortable with each page I finish. But as my inhibitions slip away, so dos my hold on consciousness. My eyelids seem to grow heavier with each word that I read.

“You’re falling asleep.”

I straighten my spine on instinct. “Am not.” I’m not sure why I feel the need to deny something so simple.

“You’re impossible.”

From him, that statement is laugh worthy. “I’m impossible? Do you not remember earlier today?”

From the way his jaw locks, I realize that he’s in no mood to be light about this topic. I don’t understand why. It’s not like I’m the one that wronged him. “I remember your lack of focus.”

Keeping my hands at my side to avoid rubbing my eyes, I frown. “If you want to have this argument again, fine. Jesper is more ‘distracted’ than me half the time and you’re much more lenient on him. It’s not like I was flirting with someone or gambling or doing anything but having a two second conversation. One that I needed to have to get information that you wanted.”

The last time we fought, I had more energy to restrain myself. This could be atomic. I hold my breath, waiting for Kaz’s retaliation. He exhales, eyes not meeting mine. “Arguing with you when you’re present is exhausting enough. It’s not worth it when you’re half asleep.”

This angers me further. I hate that he’s right. “I’m not half asleep.” He leaves it at that. I glare even harder at him, slumping further into my bed. “But for the sake of argument, I’ll drop it. Something you’re incapable of doing.”

At that, his eyes meet mine. I try to hold his gaze, but the harder I think about not seeming tired the more exhaustion slips in. A yawn escapes me before he looks away. Great. “I know when to lie in the grass in wait.”

Rolling my eyes, I shift back slightly. He’s incapable of being less dramatic than this. Still, I can’t imagine the effort it’s taking on his part to not start an argument. Maybe this is why Jesper spent so long implying that there may be a Kaz and I in any capacity beyond a vague kind of friendship. “I’ll admit you’re tactful.”

“Resourceful people recognize that trait in other people.”

Blinking twice, I lower my book slightly. Am I truly exhausted, or did he just compliment me in a way? “Careful, I may start to think you find me tolerable.”

“Let’s not exaggerate.” Okay, now I know I’m exhausted because I think he might have just attempted a joke. Rolling my eyes, I decide not to acknowledge this lightness in fear that I’ll scare it away. “Y/n?”

I press my lips together, worried about the destruction of our peace. “Yes?”

“What did Jesper say to you? Earlier?” I pause, slightly unsure why we’re moving backwards.

We’re in a decent place now, and I’d hate to ruin it. I’m too half asleep to lie eloquently. And it’s not like he’s an easily convinced man. “Oh, he said it so cryptically it took me longer than it should have to understand. And it didn’t help that it was something so...well, you might find it funny. As funny as you find anything, anyways.” Wow...I’ve spent such a long time talking. Rubbing the back of my eyes, I avoid his gaze. Exhaustion and awkwardness mix in my stomach oddly. “It seemed like he was trying to imply that you and I...me and you...” Why is this a difficult thing to say? It’s not like I was implying it and Jesper’s known for his oddness. “I think Jesper was implying that there was a you and I, or at least that there could be.” I’m too lost in a haze of almost sleep to watch his reaction. I let my head rest against my headboard even further. “Isn’t that odd?”

He’s quiet for a long second, and then he finally speaks again. “Odd, even for Jesper.” The response doesn’t satiate me...what’s that about? I exhale, deciding that feeling is tomorrow’s problem. When I blink, I decide to let my eyes stay closed. Just for a moment. The sound of something shifting is what makes my eyes squint open. Kaz is standing, his expression unreadable as he straightens. “Goodnight, y/n.”

At that, I sit up slightly, ignoring the exhaustion behind my eyes. “I haven’t finished the chapter.”

“You’ve convinced me of enough.” A concession? How exhausted do I seem? My lips press together as I think of my next argument. Before I can get it out, Kaz leans forward. He grabs the quilt at the end of my bed and tosses it onto my legs casually. “Goodnight, y/n.” The meaning of his repetition is clear. His word is final.

I find enough energy to manage a glare, but I pull the quilt over my legs anyways. “Goodnight, Kaz.”

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Hey can I request for a REALLY dirty smut with tom involving innocence kink and exhibitionism (public sex)?

Hope you like this...

Pairing : Frat! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, language, library sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Stress relief

T : where are you?

Y : library

T : miss you<3

Y : will be studying late

T : :( :(

Y : sorry babe :/

You shake your head, smiling at the screen of your phone before focusing back on the textbook in front of you. Your exams were starting from the next week and you had been working hard since the last week staying up late at the library making notes and completely ignoring your boyfriend. The library was almost empty at this time except for a few nerds like you sitting and studying hard.

After sometime you stood up from your desk and made your way to the bookshelves. You walked along the towering bookshelves looking for the book you needed humming a soft tune to yourself contentedly. You kinda liked it here the silence was so peaceful mixed with the musty smell of old books. These huge bookshelves stacked with books were the gates of heaven for a nerd like you, you found your solace here. You stopped at the history section and scanned the books.

Your hand reached out to the book you were looking for when you felt a pair of hands creep around your waist. You jumped out of fright as the book fell from your hand with a soft thud. You were about to shriek but a firm hand came up to your mouth.

“Ssh ssh, darling. It’s just me” Tom hushed you. You turned around your heart still racing to find Tom.

“Jeez! What are you doing here?” You whisper yelled.

“I came looking for you” he states in a hushed tone

“Why?”

“I was missing you so much”

“But I texted you a few minutes ago that I’ll be studying late”

“Did you?” he mused “must have it slipped my mind” He shrugged with a lopsided grin.

“I have to study for the exams Tom”

“But babe I missed you this whole week” he pouted with puppy eyes placing a hand above your head on the bookshelf slightly leaning over you. You tilted your head to the side and studied his face, his brown eyes lingering up and down your face with a glint of mischief in them as he placed another hand on the shelf by the side of your head. You were suddenly very aware of the position you were in.

He had you pressed against the bookshelf, his body towering over you trapping you between him and the bookshelf. Tom slid a hand down the bookshelf stopping beside your hips as he placed a knee between your legs keeping them apart. You swallowed dryly as his warm breath fanned your face.

You wanted to push him off but was frozen under his piercing gaze as you observed his features under the dim light of the room, god he looked so handsome in just a simple hoodie and jeans, a loose curl falling over his forehead as you gazed deep into his hazel brown eyes.

“Y/N” Tom whispered, breaking you out of your trance. His gaze dropped to your parted lips as he inched closer. Your breath hitched when you felt his warm breath fanning your face.

“Tom” your voice quavered as felt heat pool between your legs. Tom noticed the hesitation in your eyes as he knelt down to your ear brushing his lips

“C’mon love, you have been studying really hard you need to relax” he mumbled against your sensitive skin as you shuddered gasping between ragged breaths. Tom knew he had you wrapped around his fingers since the day he laid eyes on you at the frat party. You were standing at a corner dressed in a sweatshirt and skirt just like today looking so sweet and innocent. He was instantly drawn towards you. He feels really happy that he was the one to take your virginity. But the thing that awed him the most was how shy and inexperienced you were and it just filled his mind with all the filthy things he could do to you. From then on he found immense pleasure in corrupting you slowly and slowly.

Tom nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the sweet scent of your body mist. You let out a soft moan when he placed open mouthed kisses on the column of your neck, sucking marks all over your skin when you felt his prominent bulge brush against the inside of your thigh. You were thankful that this side of the library is mostly deserted so nobody will know what you both are up to.

Tom snaked his hand under your sweatshirt and pulled down your bra to squeeze your breasts. Light whimpers escaped your lips as your hand went to his head threading with his soft brown curls. Your judgement was clouded by lust but a voice at the back of your mind kept on reminding you that this is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing it in the library. Anybody can walk in on you.

“Tomm..” your voice came out more like a moan as Tom continued to nibble on your skin. “Tom we can’t do this.. Not here” you squirmed though you didn’t want him to stop either.

Tom lifted his face from your neck and looked at you with lust blown eyes “Ssh babygirl” he shushes you placing a finger on your lips “you think a lot, you know. Stop stressing that little brain of yours and feel” he whispers with a husky tone.

And that was it for you to shut the voice inside your head. Fuck resolve.

You pulled him towards you by the collar of his hoodie crashing your lips to his as you felt him smirk against your lips. He pried your mouth open with his tongue sliding inside exploring your mouth. His hand moved down to your legs and slid up your skirt to feel your clothed heat soaked with arousal.

“Shit so wet already” he said grinning and pushed aside your panties sliding in two long digits between your slick folds. Your hips bucked against his hand when he pressed a thumb on your clit rubbing slow circles as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace. You felt your orgasm slowly building up when Tom pulled out his fingers all of a sudden. You let out a whine in protest as he grinned at you wickedly bringing the two fingers coated with your arousal to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“So sweet” he hums as you grind your crotch against his erection “look at you acting like a needy slut now when a while ago you were the one stopping me” he chuckles

“Tom please…” you whine biting your lips which turns him on even more.

“What is it princess? What do you want?” he croons.

“Need you, your cock inside me please” it came as a desperate plea from you.

“How can I say no to my princess? Turn around babe” he instructed as you turned around and gripped on the bookshelf arching your back and perched your ass for him. He flipped your skirt and pulled down your lace panties at one go.

He then went to unbutton his jeans and pulled down his boxers enough to free his throbbing member. He grabs his cock and gives himself a few pumps before rubbing it through your wet folds lining himself to your entrance. He pushes inside slowly as you bite down a moan. A long groan escaped from his own lips feeling your tight walls around him.

“Shit so tight!” he grunts, sheathing himself inside you completely. He waited for a few seconds to let you adjust and then he pulled back slamming right back in again. He picked up his pace pounding into you deep as you tried your best to suppress your moans. His hands gripping on your hips pulling you back to match with his thrusts stretching you out deliciously. Your legs were trembling with the force he was drilling himself inside you. If he wasn’t holding you tight, your legs would have given out by now.

With one particular thrust Tom pushed himself deeper hitting your sweet spot as a loud moan threatened to fall out from your mouth but before it could happen he pulled you back by your neck, your back pressed against his chest as he captured your lips messily muffling your noises.

“You gotta maintain silence, love it's a library” he chuckles against your mouth “Don’t want to get caught do you?” you shook your head in a frantic no as he rams inside you with an unfaltering pace.

“God you got even more wet, does the thought of getting caught by someone turn you on baby?” he taunts as you feel your face turn red in embarrassment “Imagine if somebody walks in right now, imagine the look on their face as they see me fuck this needy cunt of yours” he whispers in your ears as you clench around him at the thought.

“Oh squeezing me real tight, knew you were a pathetic whore behind this innocent face” he grunts, his calloused fingers finding your throbbing bud and rubbing harsh circles as your head falls back in pleasure feeling yourself tethering to the edge.

”but their bad luck no one gets to see what’s mine” he growls “this pussy belongs to me” he grits under his teeth thrusting inside you hitting your spot repeatedly as you feel the coil inside you tighten.

“Tom..please..” you whimpered eyes fluttering shut.

“What is it baby? You wanna cum?” he cooes

“Yes Tom please let me cum” you plead breathlessly.

“Go on darling, cum for me” he urges as your body convulses your orgasm washed over you in little waves. Your walls spasmed around him making him reach his own high as he spilled his warmth inside. You were totally drained out as Tom dropped his head at the crook of your neck panting, your legs felt like jelly as you held on the bookshelf for support.

Suddenly you heard a screech, of someone pushing their chair back followed by footsteps approaching in your direction. Tom slid out of you and pulled back his jeans hastily. You fixed your top and skirt and looked for your panties on the floor frantically.

“You, looking for these?” Tom asks with a smug grin, your eyes darting to his hand waving your panties mid air.

“Tom give them back!” you went to snatch it from him but he moved his hand away.

“Ah ah not so easily” he chuckles.

“Tom I can’t go around like this” you argued already feeling his cum leaking out of you down your thighs.

“You know where’s my room right? Come and get it if you want them back” he shrugged nonchalantly as you looked at him stunned.

“Study hard!” mischief in his voice as he sent a wink your way while tucking your panties in his back pocket and left.

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sparkbeast20 · 3 years

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The Pain of Love (Lucifer X MC)

The Blue Lotus petals

As a fan of Beauty and the Beast, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I'll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them. (tell me if you want tag)

Warning: Before and after Sex but no depiction of sex sorry I don't know how to write smut, The other six kinda being torture

“Yeah, I do hear the eerie voices in this one” you were laying in the couch in Lucifer’s study, while listening to one of his curse records.

“Just make sure you don’t listen to the end, you might get nightmares, we don’t need two insomniacs in our bed.” All the while Lucifer is doing some early paper work before breakfast. You just came along with him, because you couldn’t go back to sleep.

“We wouldn’t even have one, if a certain demon learns to sleep within 8 hours” he chuckles at your poor attempt of a sley comment.

“I’ll take full advantage of this morning, since we don’t class today, that way we have the entire afternoon together”

“Promise!”

“I Promise, now cut the record, the end is approaching”

You lifted the nailed, the you sat up and stretch your arms before standing up and walk over to Lucifer, you wrap your arms around is shoulders, lean forward and kiss the top of his head. He hums at your presents.

You move down and whisper in his ear. “You want some coffee, Lucifer” you pulled away to meet his sight, he nods with a smirk on his face, then you let go and start walking up the stairs. As you about to turn the knob, he calls to you.

“Y/n, as of today no more, blue lotus petals in my coffee for now on.”

“Okay, anything else?”

“Just make sure it’s bitter, okay love” with that you gave him a playful smile and left.

“Oh sweet, yer making coffee, mind make me one too” Mammon just steps in the kitchen, happy to smell coffee in the air.

“You can have mine, I really only made for me and Lucifer” you tell him that, while waiting for the coffee to get ready.

“So, his up all ready what’s he doing now.” Mammon asks while his digging through the cabins for something.

“Finishing some bills, this month’s plan actives for RAD, and the house budgets” you answer as you pour the two mugs with coffee.

“Should I start running now or pray that none of those bills are mine”

“Just wait in an hour to see” you smile at him, you fully know that he needs to hide now, as you pass him the mug of coffee. He took it with uncertain look on his face and drop two blue petals in his coffee.

“Hey, you forgot these” you’re at the doorway, when you turn around with coffee in hand to see Mammon holding up the blue lotus petals.

“Lucifer said no more petals in his coffee”

“What!”

“Something wrong?” after a moment Mammon shake his head, tells you it’s nothing, you shrug your shoulder and walk back to Lucifer.

“Oh… Y/n, be a doll and untie us” Asmo calls to make you to look up into the ceiling to see Mammon, Levi, Satan with cloth in his mouth, Asmo, and Belphie who also have a cloth in his mouth, Strang up by their legs.

“Let me guess, one could stop ordering online, the two of you try to sneak out late in a school night, and the last two pull something that piss of the eldest” you said nonchalantly, causing Satan to violently flail, Mammon and Levi crying.

Asmo tries to fix his head to look at you properly, bashing his eye lash to soften up to you “Oh come on, you know us this is what we are, haven’t you notice that Lucifer has been a little~”

“Strict lately” you finish what he was about to say, Asmo pouts with his lower lip stick out and look at you with sad puppy eyes begging you to untie them.

In your mind, you want to untie them but remembering what Lucifer said “don’t cave to them, understand” cause you to hesitate. When all of the sudden the door slam open, causing you to turn around to see Lucifer in his demon form, dragging a tie up Beel, the latter which is sobbing.

Hearing his twin sobbing wakes up Belphie who start to flail around like Satan.

You don’t why, but you started to turn redder, you can feel the heat rushing through your face. Maybe Seeing Lucifer dragging Beel with one arm and dominant look on his face makes you want to hold him tight and cuddle into his chest.

While you just standing there awestruck, Lucifer manage to Strang up Beel next to Belphie.

“Oi Y/n, tell Lucifer that is gone too far” Mammon calls out to you

“Y-yeah, out of any of us Beel does have to Strang like this” Levi adds to Mammon call, while Belphie mummer through the cloth to grab your attention.

“Enough, Beelzebub is only going Strang up for 2 hours. For empty the fridge 2 days straight and all of you just have to wait 6 more hours depending on who has the least offense” Lucifer tells his brothers with a booming voice, then all of them started to yell, cry, and/or mummer at him.

He was about to yell, when all of the sudden you hug him and bury you face into chest, seeing your action shock the brothers.

Without looking away from his brothers, place one arm on your back drawing you closer. You look up at his face with your eyes of filled with lust and your face with red through your cheek.

He looks down, a smile creep up on his face, he cups your face drawing it closer to his.

Then you pouch kissing him like untamed animal, wrapping your arms around his neck not letting him pull away, as his arms rub around your back, one hand on your shoulder while the other one is on your waist.

Seeing you two practically eating each, the brothers watch in horror, Mammon and Levi are screaming in agony, Satan and Belphie try to look away but couldn’t, and Asmo and Beel are mortifed.

Hearing his brothers in pain, cause Lucifer to growl aggressively in pleasure, then he sweeps you off your feet while you two are still kissing taking you somewhere private, as you two slowly walk away to savior the screams, you slowly pull-out foldable knife that Mammon gave to you from your pocket and throw it at Beel, seeing the knife Beel swing forward and catch the knife with his teeth, and hums in happiness for catching it, then Lucifer slam the door closes.

“I’m hungry” Beel sitting in the dinning room groaning in pain, with the rest of the brothers still recover from Lucifer’s punishment.

Mammon, Levi, Satan, and Asmo rub their neck, arms and legs to less the street on them, while Belphie is collapse on the table awake.

“S-so which one of us want to asks Lucifer M-money for dinner” Levi asks around to who’s brave enough to go Lucifer’s room and asks him.

“Are you mad! I would rather use my own money, then going to that monster right now” Mammon yell at Levi, for suggesting that.

“I want to pull out my eyes and burn them” Satan talk to himself, trying to forget what he had to watch helpless.

Then foot steps can be heard, causing the brothers stiff in place except for Levi who hide under the table.

Not even at the doorway you start talking to them “So Lucifer asks me to give you money for take-out, and tell all of you that we’ll be skipping dinner too”

Asmo back to his cheerful self, wanting to know what drove you into acting like him ask while waiting for you to come inside the room, both hands under his chin and elbows rest on the table with his eyes gleefully close.

“Oh, are you and my big brother done~” before he could finish his question, he turns to the doorway and open his eyes to see you.

His eyes widen as he let out shock gasp, causing the rest to look up and did the same thing.

You were barely standing wearing Lucifer’s robe and nothing else, dark hand grips around both of your wrists, your almost expose chest is covered in hickeys, bite marks and three visible claw marks. And your messy hair is covered your face.

With a goofy smile, you slowly walk over to the table and place half stack of grimms on it, then slowly walk out the room leave the brothers stunned.

After a few minutes of complete silent, Mammon remembering something, cause him to yelp to himself, knowing fully well that there are royal screwed for the coming weeks.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me Belphegor #obey me reader x lucifer #obey me monster love

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

Me attempting a multi-part fic?? More likely than you think! I wrote this fic because this blog started with Hawks and Dabi and kinda got a bit of traction with soulmate au’s so to me it made sense to post it for my first anniversary. I hope you guys like it! 💕

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x female reader, Keigo Takami (Hawks) x female reader

TW canonical character ‘death’, a little angst and maybe a slight hint of dub-con (if you squint your eyes a little)

Part I, II

You’re eleven years old when your parents take you by the hand, sit you down on the couch and tell you that your soulmate is dead.

It doesn’t make sense. There’s a hollow ache inside of your chest like something important is gone but you were with Touya only yesterday. You had the rest of your lives together, you were gonna leave with him, start something better…

You feel empty and you can’t understand it. He can’t be dead, that’s not how it works. You find your soulmate and you get to ride off into the sunset. You get to be happy, everyone knows that.

But it doesn’t sink in until you’re kicking and screaming by his grave and Endeavor won’t so much as meet your eye and your parents are pulling you back because there’s no body.

There’s nothing left of Touya Todoroki.

And there’s nothing left of you without him.

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They call it the bloom. A simple touch, the first from your soulmate’s hand, and the mark appears on your skin like drops of ink spilled into water. You’ve always thought it beautiful, the delicate black pattern imprinted on your wrist.

You can still remember the heat you’d felt when it happened. Not the burning kind you knew him capable of, but like the warmth of a fire seeping through you. And you remember the way those bright, blue eyes had widened as you’d tripped and fell, taking him with you. His mark was over his heart; Touya always was stupidly smug about that.

You were just kids. Angry and scared and lost, but you had Touya and Touya had you.

(Not that that counted for anything in the end. He still died alone.)

They say it’s rare to find your soulmate before adulthood, but you’d been one of the lucky ones.

Lucky.

The word tastes bitter on your tongue now. It’s not that you disagree exactly – even now, years after his death you’re glad that you had time with him. You would’ve been grateful for a minute, for a mere glance at his face. Two and a half years with your soulmate was a gift, but having him, losing him so young only meant that you had more years of your life to struggle on without him.

And sometimes you catch yourself staring at your mark, lost in thought. Touya was the one with all the plans, you were always just the tag along, happy to go anywhere so long as he was the one leading you. You wonder what he’d think if he could see you now. Not the Hero you’d let yourselves imagine, though you suppose you both knew deep down that was nothing more than a pipe dream for someone like you.

Gazing around your cramped, messy apartment, debating exactly how badly you need this shitty, barely-enough-to-scrape-by job, you can’t imagine he’d be impressed.

God knows your parents are disappointed, but that’s nothing new. The Quirkless daughter of two mid rank heroes – well, the only thing you ever had going for you was being Enji Todoroki’s future daughter in law, and everybody knows how that one ended.

But part of you likes to think that maybe Touya wouldn’t judge you too harshly for it. You’re doing the best you can. You’re surviving, all on your own, that has to count for something, doesn’t it?

There’s a text message awaiting you when you roll over and grab your phone.

Happy Birthday x

Natsuo never forgets. The rest of the Todoroki’s – you ceased to matter to them the day they buried an empty casket for their son. Natsuo’s the only one who bothers to check in on you, make sure that you’re keeping your head above the water. It’s usually just a message here and there, and he calls you on Touya’s birthday. And on the anniversary of his death.

It’s painful for him, but you suppose you’re the only tangible connection he has left of his brother.

You stare at the message for a moment longer, a strange feeling tugging at your heart. Typing out a quick reply, you set your phone down and fall back onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh.

Today of all days, you’d honestly rather just roll over and let the hours pass you by, but your boss isn’t that forgiving and as much as you hate to admit it, you need this job.

The hotel’s already abuzz by the time you clock in, your manager’s jaw tight, a frown pinching at his face. As much as you don’t like him, you can’t exactly blame him for the bad mood – in less than three hours, the ballroom will be filled with a media circus and a plethora of pro heroes. Some big promotional event before the hero rankings are announced; you honestly don’t care.

It just means that everybody’s on edge, you’re gonna spend all day stuck in heels, smiling blandly while you serve people who won’t so much as look twice at you.

And then there’s the real reason you’re dreading today. 6’4”, blue eyed, broad shouldered, currently burning holes into you from across the ballroom while you carry around a platter of canapés. The last time you’d seen Enji Todoroki in person was two weeks after the funeral, and he’d ignored you entirely.

That was years ago; you weren’t even in your teens. Half of you had hoped that in his infinite arrogance and the complete lack of care he’d shown since his son’s death he would’ve forgotten about you entirely.

From the way he’s spent the last twenty minutes staring at you while bulldozing past reporters, though, you’re not feeling all that confident.

And for the life of you, you can’t figure out why your presence seems to be disturbing him so much, considering you’re really only there to serve and then fade into the background. It’s not like you’re chasing after him, demanding an autograph much less any kind of acknowledgement – you’re not exactly thrilled to be here either. Things work just fine with the two of you pretending the other doesn’t exist.

Does he think you’ve planned this? Some big ‘fuck you’ to try and mess with what you’re sure will be an announcement of his retainership of the number one position? Even while Touya was still alive, his father didn’t have a place in your life – he was off training his youngest, you barely saw him and you were glad for it.

While he might have hated him, some part of Touya still idolised him, craved his approval, but Enji had never been anything to you but a selfish, unfeeling monster. A bully.

But now he’s staring at you, slack jawed and wide eyed like he’s seen a ghost and it’s harder than you thought it would be to keep that smile plastered across your face knowing he’s watching your every move.

Your cheeks feels hot, and it only gets worse when you realise that Endeavor’s less than subtle behaviour is slowly but surely drawing attention from others in the room. A few curious reporters have shot you odd looks, heads cocked for a moment before dismissing you as just another waitress, hardly headline worthy.

The other heroes are less quick to brush you off. Mirko, current number five, elegantly clasping her glass of champagne in a gloved hand keeps shooting furtive glances between you and Enji, Gang Orca’s beady eyes following you across the floor, a flicker of what you’re fairly sure is concern maring his face.

It’s mortifying. Your smile is stretched and painful, your throat tight and you feel utterly exposed, but there’s nothing you can do. The flame hero doesn’t seem to care about the attention he’s drawing, or that with every passing minute it gets harder and harder for you to maintain that professional, customer service demeanour you need for this job.

And you’re beyond caring if he’s embarrassed to find his firstborn’s soulmate has sunk so low in his absence, you just want him to stop staring so you can finish your shift in peace. But it seems like the flame hero has other plans, because you’re just beginning to seriously weigh up your chances of keeping this job if you just up and walk off right here and now when Enji’s limited patience finally reaches its threshold.

He doesn’t bother offering excuses towards the poor reporter trying to pry an interview out of him, he just abruptly sets his drink down and starts stalking towards you. Rationally, you realise that with all these people here, he can’t make too much of a scene.

It’s just that even the thought of having to talk with him, to look into those blue eyes that are so painfully familiar yet wrong–

You can’t do it.

Not today.

And so you spin on your heel, stomach lurching. The silver tray in your hands stacked high with champagne teeters and falls, crystal glass shattering on the marble floors drawing gasps from the crowd. Endeavor calls out your name but you block him out, desperately weaving your way through the stunned mass of people.

Most of them give you a wide berth, likely due to the oversized hero barrelling after you. He calls your name again, louder this time. It’s not a scream, or a yell – it almost sounds pleading, though you can’t possibly imagine why. Endeavor doesn’t do pleading.

Your cheeks are burning; there’s too many people staring and hot tears begin to prickle at your eyes. A flash of red blurs past your field of vision and you start, a sharp squeak slipping out as a figure lands before you, blocking your exit.

Handsome with bushy eyebrows, dirty blonde hair messily brushed back and golden eyes gleaming; the hero in front of you would be impossible to mistake, even if it weren’t for the sweeping blood red wings sprouting from his back. Hawks, the current number two pro-hero and the only man standing between you and your fumbling escape.

Your body’s slow to catch up with your mind though, and as you try to stop, backpedal and side-step him at once your foot catches on your ankle. It’s instinctive, the way your arms fly up, wildly trying to catch yourself before you fall on your ass.

Just like you suppose it’s instinctive for him to rush forward to do the same.

It happens in a split second, your fingers brushing the skin of his neck just above the collar of his shirt, his hand grasping at your waist to steady you. Beneath his gloved hand a familiar burst of heat warms your skin.

Time slows to a crawl. The ballroom, all the gathered heroes and the press, your co-workers, they all fade into the background as your eyes dart to your fingertips, resting gently on the side of Hawks’ throat. There, a soft, inky black mark begins to unfurl spreading up to his jaw, disappearing below the collar of his turtleneck.

Over the quiet hum of the classical music playing in the background, you hear his breath catch.

He has you dipped, the two of you frozen as if in a dance and for a moment you dare to meet those piercing golden eyes. There’s a clicking sound, a camera shutter you distantly register, but while it makes your heart jump, Hawks pays it no mind.

He stares at you with impossibly wide eyes; open, vulnerable and raw.

And then he blinks, and that glimpse is gone, his grip tightening as he slowly sets you right. He doesn’t let you go, however.

“Hawks,” Enji’s tone is low and gruff, a warning this time.

Tension, thick and crackling with electricity hangs in the air between the three of you, amplified by the crowd of onlookers. All those journalists, chomping at the bit with the realisation of a juicy story playing out right in front of their eyes. Your name’s called out again, not by Endeavor, but by the reporter he’d cut off before – eyeing you now with an eager leer that has you recoiling back into Hawks’ embrace.

It’s enough to jerk the winged hero into action. His mouth finds your ear, his thumb sweeping soothingly along your side as he speaks low enough for only you to hear.

“You wanna leave, baby bird?”

You don’t remember nodding, but you must have, because in the space of a single heartbeat Hawks has you hoisted up in his arms, those powerful wings spreading wide – and you’re flying.

—

“I don’t think I have a job anymore,” you laugh drily, staring down at the city lights twinkling on the horizon.

Beside you, Hawks snorts in agreement, “Hell of a way to make an exit, though.”

He’s not wrong. You can only imagine what the tabloid headlines will say tomorrow ‘Pro Hero sweeps hotel waitress soulmate off her feet’ ‘Hawks mates for life; Endeavor jealous?’ Even if by some miracle your boss wasn’t intent on firing you on the spot, you’re not sure you can even bear to show your face there again.

It’ll be a pain though, trying to find a new job while your face is plastered across every less than reputable news outlet.

Perched atop the rooftop of Hawks’ hotel, halfway across the city, the wind ruffling gently through your hair, everything feels… surreal almost. It’s your birthday, and instead of crashing through the door of your apartment, exhausted and aching before falling face first onto your bed and not moving for the next few hours, you’re here. With the number two pro hero. Who, incidentally, is your second soulmate.

Having more than one soulmate, it’s not unheard of, just… rare.

And your hand’s entwined with his, his gloves long since discarded, his fleece lined jacket draped over your shoulders. Touya’s mark, long since blossomed across your inner wrist lies starkly between the two of you, unignorable.

“It was his son, wasn’t it?” he asks eventually, breaking the fragile silence as he toys with your fingers. When you nervously risk a glance up, Hawks doesn’t look angry or upset or even that jealous. Those golden eyes study your face with an odd kind of curiosity, but there’s no trace of resentment there. “Touya, the one who died. He was your soulmate.”

It’s not a question, but you find yourself nodding anyway. A part of you’s almost surprised he put it together so quickly, but you guess being a pro hero of that calibre requires a little more than just having a strong quirk.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, because what else can you say?

You can’t possibly imagine how he’s feeling right now, what thoughts are running through his head. You’d accepted a long time ago that while you’d love Touya Todoroki until your dying breath, he was gone; that chance of a fairytale happily ever after going with him. Another soulmate wasn’t something you’d ever considered, much less wasted time longing for.

And yet here you are, another mark inked across your skin and it feels wrong somehow, yet also completely right. Imagining being on the other foot; putting yourself in Hawks’ shoes – a pro hero soulmated to some insignificant, quirkless waitress, and not only that, but finding out she has another soulmate, somebody she loved before you, a ghost of a memory you’ll always be competing against… you honestly don’t know how you’d feel.

“Look at me,” he whispers, calloused fingers coaxing at your chin. Heart thrumming like a hummingbird's you comply, letting out another soft squeak as Hawks takes the hand still entwined with his and lifts it to his neck, right above his mark.

He smiles, nuzzling into the touch as your breath stutters. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” Again, you find yourself nodding without even really being conscious of it. It doesn’t seem to matter to Hawks though, whose smile widens at the sight of it. He leans in closer, his breath fanning across your face as molten pools of honey drink you in. You wonder if he can feel the way your pulse is racing under his touch, mixed emotions warring inside of you as he cups your cheek.

“And I’m yours. That’s all I care about, baby bird.”

He’s drawing you into a kiss before you can even comprehend the words, soft lips moving against yours. Gently at first, but that sweetness gives way to a burning urgency as he pulls you closer, holds you tighter.

Hawks kisses you like your lips hold salvation, and it’s frightening and thrilling and it feels like every nerve in your body is electrified when his teeth catch at your bottom lip and he moans your name.

There’s some part of you that realises that you’re moving too fast – soulmates or not he’s practically a stranger – but as you break for air, panting and breathless and Hawks looks at you with those burning, beautiful eyes; you’re helpless to resist.

“Keigo,” he tells you as he lays you down on his bed, crawling up between your thighs with a gleaming, hungry smirk that’s nothing less than predatory, “Call me Keigo.”

#yandere bnha #yandere hawks x reader #yandere dabi x reader #yandere keigo takami x reader #yandere touya todoroki x reader #tw character ‘death’#tw dub con #soulmate au #I’m not even sorry #except I am #lmao last one I promise

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Country Club AU

i lived biiiiiiiitch 🤣 kinda, but i have more time to write now that i have my shit a little more together! here is an au i defs didn’t dream up while driving the bev cart last week 👀

Warnings: alcohol use? golf? flirting? its pretty chill

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Jaskier gets a job as a bartender at the local country club to pay his way through Oxenfurt. He has all the charm and people skills and not the best bar skills but luckily most of the members want simple drinks.

He covers a shift as the beverage cart driver one day because Essie is sick and fucking *loves it*

Putting around the course and flirting with everyone while pouring drinks and getting a tan???? Yes please???

He is the ladies night favorite. He’s a flatterer and a gossip and they all fucking adore him. They request him for retirement parties and bridge nights and tournaments and tip him *heavily*.

Geralt is a newer member and only joined because his law firm has weekly ‘strategy meetings’ out on the course. Turns out he really likes golf and picked it up quickly so he’s out there all the fucking time.

He takes his game very seriously. Like stupid serious. They boy is so fuckin precise and competitive and he gets teased endlessly for it.

Guy’s night usually ends with him gritting his teeth so hard Jaskier is sure his jaw would crack if he were a mere mortal.

Jaskier has been eying him for weeks but he never drinks unless someone else orders it for him, and even then he only sips to be polite so Jask has never had the excuse to chat him up.

He may be a flirt but he isn’t a nuisance

He finally gest his chance on a men’s day when Geralt is out with his work buddies.

On hole 6 Geralt fuckin *bombs* it. Full on snowman (8 strokes) on a par 3 and he’s furious.

When Jaskier swings around at the next tee he orders two shots of fireball and Jaskier’s eyes light up

Im talking ‘yessssssss the calm one is about to go apeshit and im so fucking ready’ kind of sparkle

The next time Jaskier sees him he’s on hole 11 and much looser. His game hasn’t improved but hes having a better time and winks when Jaskier hands him his Jack and coke.

Ohhhhhh boy Jask is absolutely fucked. He just kinda stood there absolutely stunned while Geralt walked away.

It’s official. Geralt is his white whale. He must fluster this beautiful beautiful man if only to prove to himself that he isn’t completely weak for him. (logical? No. Fun and distracting? yes.)

He sees them one more time on his route and Geralt buys everyone a round and tells Jaskier to charge him for a shot for himself once he’s off work with another wink and the poor boy squeaks.

Geralt doesn’t show for guy’s night the next week and Jaskier is totally not upset about it and he totally *didn’t* wear his sluttiest pair of golf shorts that made his ass look extra perky. Nope not at all.

Essie gives him shit but gladly trades her cart shifts for his indoor shifts

When Geralt comes back he very sheepishly gets his beer and nods at Jaskier before joining his group.

Well that just wont fucking do

Jask intentionally makes Geralt’s drink last next time the group mobs the bev cart (bc thats what golfers do my friends). The whole time he’s mixing it he’s trying to think of a way to hit on him that isn’t just ‘fuck you’re so hot’

He comes up with “Don’t be a stranger” and a wink

And it makes Geralt *blush* and Jask is so proud of himself he almost drives right into one of his buddies’ carts. (and giddy. He’s very giddy)

The next time Geralt sees him he gets everyone’s order before he jogs across the fairway so its just him hanging around the cart and Jask is trying really hard not to read into it.

Jaskier learns Geralt’s favorite drink and makes sure he always has it on the cart

Always

Geralt starts hanging out up at the bar a little more when Jask has his inside shifts and the rest of the staff now has a bet on how long it will take them to get together.

They have a glow ball tournament (night time with glow in the dark golf and very little competitiveness) and Jaskier sluts it up as much as he can within dress code. Shorter shorts, shirt unbuttoned to just above his bellybutton, (“so they can all see the glowstick necklaces Essie. Jesus. They need to see where the drinks are”) and maybe he rolls up his sleeves while he pours drinks.

Geralt is shook. Like shook shook. And he’s already had two drinks by the time they reach Jaskier’s stationed bar out on the course.

Jaskier has his drink and a flirty one liner ready by the time he steps out of his cart and Geralt just blue screens

His team mates roll their eyes and quite literally shove him back towards Jask when he flees, absolutely terrified.

Jask, desperately trying to keep his cool, asks if there's something wrong with his drink and Geralt just kinda sighs and knocks it back and goes "no I'm just a fucking coward" before he kisses him

Jaskier doesn't give him even an instant to regret it and leans the fuck in. Like. Homie goes for it. Full body pressed up against him, arms wrapped around his neck and ribs, little breathy moans, the whole nine yards.

Geralt’s buddies start howling and whistling before they makeout so long they up the tourney.

As he’s being scruffed and pulled away Geralt puts his number in Jaskier’s phone under Grlat and Jask refuses to change it, even after they’re married.

#geraskier #geraskier headcanon #geraskier country club au #the hyperfixation rules all #what can i say #geraskier modern au #modern geraskier #the witcher #the witcher au #the witcher headcanon #geralt of rivia #geralt #jaskier #jullian alfred pankratz #catch me keepin an eye out for any Geralt shaped fuckers out on the course and getting my hopes up

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