#look at his face. his inability to hide his expressions. beautiful

[risingoftime]

INTRUDER 🕷 HOBIE BROWN

a/n: my inbox for requests is now closed! I have quite a bit that I need to catch up on. if you already sent one in, don’t worry I’ll be working on it! ₊˚⊹ 18+

During exam season, you have had one of the most stressful times of the year. Hobie was supposed to come over to celebrate completing your last exam, yet you haven’t heard from him since noon. Hobie had always been a shite texter. It was now closer to midnight, and although this wasn’t surprising, you still worried if he was okay. Music blasted throughout your bathroom, drowning out your thoughts as you entered your bedroom to change. Without looking, you collided with a body, causing your towel to drop to the floor. 

Hobie stared at your naked body in complete awe. He innocently went into your bedroom to surprise you with food but walked in on you exiting the bathroom instead. Hobie wasn't sure if he should avert his eyes or simply run out of the flat. Your facial expression mirrored his complete and utter shock. It took everything in Hobie not to let his eyes wander over your perky breasts and supple skin. 

“Hobie, look away, damn it!” You shrieked. Your face felt hot with embarrassment from watching his eyes grow with lust. Hobie looked up to the ceiling as you rushed to grab a robe. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself! Just forget I’ve seen you naked before,” he declared. But, the image was now implanted into his brain. The way your skin glowed from your favourite lotion, the sweet scent radiated off of you. The smell itself enticed Hobie, making him needy for more. He felt his dick harden at the thought of you being naked in the same room as him. Very aware that the tent in his pants was prominent enough to be noticed by you. Fuck it. Hobie turned to watch you as you slid on the black silk robe. In such a rush, you didn’t bother to put anything on underneath. He tried his hardest not to think about how easy it would be for the robe to slip off.

“You could’ve called!” 

“Could’ve, but where’s the fun in that?” Hobie smirked. If he had called you earlier, Hobie wouldn’t have been able to glimpse the beautiful body you hid underneath your usual attire. Sweatpants and an oversized tee, in his opinion, that’s when Hobie found you the prettiest. Although it wasn’t his intention, the sight of your nude body topped everything. 

Better than he had imagined in the late nights when he had felt alone. Hobie knew harbouring such feelings for his best friend wasn't right. Yet it wasn’t like he could control it… or at least that’s what he had told himself. Clearing your throat brought him to reality, and Hobie realized he was staring. 

“This is not a free show,” you stated. Although your voice appeared confident, your body language told another story. Hobie analyzed your inability to keep eye contact and the conscious placement of your arms across your chest to hide your erect nipples. He placed the pizza box on your desk, “Does food count as payment?”  Hobie joked in an attempt to break the ice. He always knew how to make light of any situation, especially one like this. 

“It depends. Did you order pineapple on it?” 

“Yeah, only half. I know how picky you can be.” He noticed your wandering gaze from the pizza box to himself. Hobie wasn’t gullible. He noted how your eyes paused on the growing tent in his pants. A mixture of curiosity and lust swirled in your expression. The tension in the air was palatable; you could practically taste it. You wondered how it would feel to take Hobie into your mouth and taste his cum. Hobie licked his pierced lips, sharing the same sentiment. You cleared your throat and lightly shook your head, failing to shake off the lewd thoughts that littered your mind. “That’s good 'cause I’m starving!” Your voice came out a pitch too high and louder than anticipated. 

Hobie watched as you walked towards the desk, towards him. When your body brushed the front of Hobie’s pants, his hand gripped your hip, keeping you in place. The thrum of your heartbeat overtook your senses, and all your mind could focus on was Hobie’s touch. The simple stroke of his fingertips toying with the loosely tied silk ribbon around your waist made it too easy to become enraptured. Hobie could hear your heartbeat thump loudly in your chest. 

“What are you doing?” You asked. 

“Admiring" was all Hobie said. 

You turned to face him with raised eyebrows, baiting him to continue. Hobie looked down at you and kept his hand firmly on your waist, bunching the fabric of your robe to one side. More of your skin is exposed for him to see. “Hey!” you exclaimed. 

“S’wrong? I’ll show mine if you show yours,” Hobie was needy and desperate to see your naked body, thrilled to take any chance to have you to himself. “Sit down on the chair,” you instructed softly, growing tired of him always making you flustered. The sudden change of attitude took Hobie aback, but didn’t object. In a swift motion, you removed your robe and climbed on top of your bed to face him, bare and vulnerable. 

“I want you to watch.”

“Just watch?” He sighed. 

You simply nodded, unsure if you could trust your voice to come out. This was a first for both of you, and you didn’t want to lose momentum. With open legs, use one hand to slowly glide your fingers down your lower stomach until they graze your clit. Your eyes remained on Hobie as he shifted in his seat, trying to ignore his aching desire. You rolled your hips against your hand, eliciting a low moan from your mouth, playing with the wet slickness that spilled in between your folds. “Such a pretty pussy,” Hobie groaned. The sight of you touching yourself made him feel hot and heavy. Hobie’s dick throbbed against his jeans, practically begging to be handled—a sweet punishment for walking in on you. He dutifully watched as you worked up your nerves, edging to climax. Observing your fingers gliding in and out of your pussy as your breathy moans echoed throughout the bedroom. The sound of your orgasm erased everything. Hobie couldn’t think of anything else, but he had wanted to illicit such a reaction. 

“Please,” Hobie whimpered. 

“Please, what? Use your words.” The shift in power dynamics ignited a fire within you. You didn’t know that Hobie could be submissive and utterly vulnerable, a side of him you had not seen before. “Please… let me fuck you” Hobie’s voice was barely above a whisper; it was unfamiliar territory for him to plead. Hobie might like to be in control, ahead of everyone except you. He relinquishes all restraint. A thin line he rarely crosses. Narrowing your eyes on Hobie, you don’t dare break eye contact as his dark gaze tracks your every move towards him. “Not yet,” you command. 

Getting down on your knees, you separate Hobie’s legs and settle yourself in between them. Your hands graze his thighs, slowly moving upwards and closer to his crotch. Unbuckling his studded belt, you tease him by stroking his cock through his boxers, lightly gripping around his thick girth. You can feel his dick jerk under your fingers as Hobie tries to hold back his sensitive nerves from making him finish in his pants. The mere sight of you bent down in front of him with his dick in your hand was doing him wonders. Your curls were expertly slicked back into a bun so he could see your dark brown eyes as your tongue swirled around his tip. Licking off the pre cum that coated Hobie’s skin before taking the head of his dick in your mouth.

“Agh fuck baby,” Hobie groaned. You took all of him in as he moaned loudly and convulsed in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat. You pull back up and wrap your hands around the base of his length, groping Hobie before swallowing him again. Your head bobbed as Hobie thrust into your mouth, unable to hold back. He was practically spilling onto your tongue. Hobie’s hands gripped the chair handles while keeping eye contact with heavy-lidded eyes. Dangerously close. “God-“ Hobie couldn’t hear anything else above you sloppily slurping his dick.  His whines did nothing but encourage you to suck harder. Your pussy pulsed around empty space, desperate to feel him.

Yet you remained patient, craving for Hobie to melt on your tongue. “I’m gonna- babe, I’m gonna come,” Hobie rasped. His hand-drawn to support the back of your neck as he continued to fuck your mouth. Hobie’s skin was smooth and soft compared to the rest of him. The hardness of his desire twitched before releasing streams of cum down your throat. Hobie let out a broken gasp as he continued to look down on you, watching with parted lips in the form of an “o.” Hobie’s eyes alluded to one thing: pure lust. His gaze ignited a fire inside you that you didn’t even know was lit. He lowered his head to brush his lips against yours before deepening the kiss. Hobie only paused to lift you off your knees and onto his lap to straddle his waist. His warm member is still slick with your spit as your folds glide along his length. 

You could hear Hobie’s staggered breath against your ear as he tried to hold onto the little composure he had left. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” Hobie whispered. Your cheeks grew hot from his bluntness. Feeling shy from his words was ridiculous when your actions earlier were nothing but innocent. Hobie kissed you intensely as if he believed you would’ve vanished before him. His tongue was demanding yet soft against yours, tasting himself with visor. Hobie’s hands gripped your ass while he moved his hips up to meet your core. He moaned into your mouth from feeling your wet pussy on his dick. The feeling of his cock becoming hard sent shivers throughout your body.

“I’m tired of waiting; I need you inside me.” It hadn’t mattered how close you were to each other. Your bodies still leaned in for more. Never enough. Your heart beats fast against your chest, loud enough that you are sure Hobie could hear it with anticipation of him aligning himself to slide inside you. You watch his abs flex beautifully underneath you.  He had wanted this, and God knows how bad he craved to feel your tight pussy wrap around him. Hobie’s body had gone still once you took in his full length, a stillness that only he could evoke. Taking it all in, silently admiring and immortalizing the outline of your curves as you sat on top of him. 

“Fuck, you’re so, ah-” Hobie was at a loss for words once you began to grind yourself up and down. His eyes rolled back, blissed out. No one has seen this vulnerable side of him but only you. Hobie cursed under his breath, holding you in place to feel the depth of each stroke. Both of you are in perfect sync. You thought him everywhere as he positioned himself to thrust into you vigorously from below. Slower and harder. Your walls clenched as your core tightened. “Say my name when you cum” Hobie rasped. Every tingling sensation sent you screaming and pleading for more of him. More of anything that he would provide, you would selfishly take it. Concentrating with one of his hands on your waist and the other groping your breasts was hard. As ecstasy rippled through, your fingers dug into his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Hobie!” You moaned. The sound of your wet pussy and Hobie’s whimpers filled the room. His hips stuttered, but his movements didn’t subside while he continued to push you further. Hobie bit his lip at seeing you undone on his dick. He wouldn’t be able to get the image out of his head. His eyebrows drew together in deep focus. He was holding back. “Let it out. Come inside me.” Hobie’s eyes met yours before his lips came over yours again, fierce and thorough. Pushing forward towards his own pleasure, beyond his own control. The sound that escaped his mouth could only be described as lewd. Hobie buried himself inside you, filling your pussy with his cum. The warmth of him dripped inside as you rode out the final waves like an aftershock. It never mattered how many times you fucked. You always craved him even more than the last time. To hear him sigh your name like a dying prayer.

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[radiant-reid]

ur arguing w spence about something, nothing bad, and ur like angry so you call him an idiot and he smiles but tries to hide it. Ur like 😠 y r u laughing this is serious😠 and he’s like sorry it’s bcs no one has ever called him an idiot before and then ur laughing and it’s cute argument forgotten

You and Spencer rarely fight. There was one big argument, but you made up, expressing how you feel honestly after the whole thing blew up and ultimately both making changes to better your relationship.

He's the best person you know, but he does have some annoying traits. One of them is his inability to pick up his clothing off the floor. For someone who likes things to be clean, it's not something you expected.

"Seriously, Spence, pants on the floor?" You ask, throwing the article of clothing at your boyfriend harder than you should. "Do you know where the hamper is?"

"We have a hamper?" He jokes, smirking at you as he throws the clothing back.

You're too irritated to laugh at him like you usually would. "I don't find you acting like an idiot cute." You say sternly.

Spencer bursts out laughing, finding something about what you said hilarious. It's infectious, and like a disciplining parent, you don't want to laugh, but you're struggling not to smile.

"What?" You ask.

"Nothing." He denies, laughter wavering off. You raise your eyebrows, pressing him to continue. "It's just no one's called me an idiot before.

"Get used to it if you don't start picking up your stuff." You warn, picking up one of his shirts from the floor.

Spencer chuckles, grabbing your hands and holding them in front of your bodies before you can throw it at him. He takes it from your hand, tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. You slightly want to smack the cheeky smirk off his face.

"Still mad at me, beautiful?" He asks.

It's hard to be when his big brown eyes look at you with so much fondness. "No." You relent. "But I still think you're annoying."

"And cute?" He checks.

You squirm away from him, trying to break free from his grip. "You don't need me to tell you that."

"I love you." He says. "And I'm sorry. You're too pretty to piss off."

"Promise to clean up your stuff?" You press, frowning at him.

Spencer brings your hands up to kiss the back of them. "I promise." He assures you. "Now call me an idiot again?"

You hit him on the chest. "You might be an idiot, but you're my idiot."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds

[bunnymallowo]

My mate Azriel x reader

Okay, this was originally going to just be an idea sent to my friend, but then it got kind of out of hand🤣😅😅

*smut in between the ///////

apologies if the smut isn’t the best, I’m used to writing fully/angsty stuff <3

So basically, the idea is that y/n and her friend are at Rita’s, y/n is being cocky about how she can get anyone to go home with her, and that results in a bet :)

A/N I kinda changed about how the mating bond works, like when it snaps into place, and what usually occurs after cause ya girl needed some fluff <33 (don’t forget the soup 😉)

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“I’m telling you Luc, I could get any one of them to go home with me!” I exclaimed confidently, gesturing to the people around us. “Are you sure?? ANYONE??” Lucy leaned farther back into the cushions of the booth, taking a sip from her drink with an amused expression on her face. “yes! Anyone!” I threw my hands up defensively, rolling my eyes, blissfully unaware of the three males listening to us from the corner. Lucy looked around, for the poor soul that would fall victim to tonight’s bet. “Fine then y/n, I get to choose the male, and you have to take him home” Lucy grinned at her. “fine by me” I smiled back, drinking the rest of my drink, and shaking the other girls’ hand. I hummed softly, thinking the challenge was going to be easy, because I knew I had good skills, plus most of these men were drunk enough to not care about anything else anyway.

Lucy searched for a bit, looking for the perfect male, before her eyes settled on the three Illyrian men in the corner, who were curiously watching us. “Him.” Lucy pointed towards their table. Smirking confidently.

“who?-” I turned around to follow Lucy’s pointed finger, my eyes widened when i saw who the finger was pointing at. “LUC!” I squealed, sinking down into my seat, hiding from the gaze of the men a few tables away. “What?? Y/N, you said ANYONE” Lucy giggled, “Luc! You know I can’t talk to him! He’s- he’s-” I whined softly. She knew I liked him, I mean, who wouldn’t like him, he looked like a god. She did this on purpose and I know it. She just smiled, “maybe he’s your mate~” she laughed, and I just glared at her. “Yea right, as if I would be THAT lucky” I rolled my eyes, but not pushing the thought away. She laughed, standing up and walking away as unknown footsteps came closer. “Have fun~” Lucy waved over her shoulder as I backed farther into the booth, unsure who the footsteps belonged too.

I kept my gaze at the table until well after the footsteps stopped. When I finally dared to look up I was met with a pair of the most beautiful hazel eyes I’d ever seen. Standing, with his hands resting on the table, watching me with a certain look in his eye, that I just couldn’t place, was none other than Azriel, the shadowsinger. I tried to speak but no words were forming, and it didn’t help how amused he looked at my inability to speak. What did he want? Why was he here? Let alone SMILING at me!! I could’ve fainted right then.

it’s not that I wouldn’t love to take him home with me, he was so, so perfect. I had dreamed countless times of running my hands through his hair and kissing his lips, but now that he was here. Standing in front of me, wings slightly spread, shadow’s flitting about around him, the dream didn’t seem so out of reach. It was all I could do to make myself look away from his intense gaze. “Umm.. H-hello-..” I whispered, barely loud enough to hear. I giggled softly at a cool feeling on my arm, when looking to investigate, there was a shadow swirling around my hand and wrist. The feeling was odd, unknown, but not unwelcome. It felt cool, but still warming, I smiled softly, then felt my head being tilted up. I tensed, my eyes being met with very close hazel ones. Azriel must have sat down at some point while I was distracted.

“hello darling~ And what’s your name?” he purred softly, looking down at me, smiling. I gulped “y/n…” smiling nervously, I now wished I hadn’t finished my drink from earlier. “Y/n.. suck a lovely name” be brushed the hair from my face. Gah! Where was Lucy when I needed her?! I looked around frantically for her, trying to ignore the male sitting awfully close to me. I sighed, smiling softly when I found Lucy dancing freely, almostnat one with the music and her drink in hand. Enjoying herself, and surrounded by people. Just the way she liked it. I steadied my breathing, glancing back to Azriel “should you not be with your friends?” I asked, tilting my head, and gesturing to the now empty table, confused as to where the other two went. Before I could question, he answered me. “Your company seemed better” he shrugged, running a hand through his hair. I had to refrain from reaching up and brushing the hair from his face. “Can I show you something?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. I glanced to where Lucy was now sitting “I- I mean…”I chewed softly on my lip. This could be my chance, but i didn’t want to leave my friend. “Okay..” I said, softly smiling at him. He grinned, getting out of the booth, standing up, and waiting for me to get up. “Let me tell Lucy I’m leaving. She’ll have a fit otherwise” I pointed towards Lucy, walking over ‘she’s gonna have a fit over who I’m leaving with.. that’s for sure..’ I put my hands on Lucy’s shoulder’s, giggling when she jumped out of her seat into a weak fighting stance “woah, easy soldier” I waited for her to sit back down before telling her I was leaving, covering my ears and walking away before I had to endure her squealing. “Okay, we can go now.” I smiled softly, brushing past Azriel and outside into the cool night. “it’s faster if we fly.” I heard a voice behind me, only moments before I was scooped off the ground. Startled, I clung onto his neck. He just chuckled at me “you’re not afraid of heights. Right?” He smirked again. Oh how I wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face. “No.” I said defensively, huffing. His only response was a soft laugh before we shot into the sky. I screamed, clinging to him tighter, not used to flying in someone’s arms. “something wrong darling?~” he purred as he leveled the flying. “Fuck off..” I grumbled, daring to look around, gasping softly at how small everything looked from above, still being able to make out some of the places in Velaris that I frequently visited. After a few more moments of flying, we landed on a balcony. Confused, I looked up to Az for an explanation “look y/n” he extended his arm outwards, off the edge of the balcony. When I looked out, I saw the most amazing view of Velaris, I didn’t want to stop looking “it’s beautiful-…” I said quietly, wishing to capture that view in my head forever. “Just like you,” he stopped next to me, seeming like he wanted to say more, but just stood silently. I glanced up at him “you haven’t been this quiet all night” I tilted my head at him, smiling at how peaceful he looked. There was a certain kind of spark in his eye that matched perfectly with the smile on his lips. It was everything I could do to not wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I had hoped that’s why he brought me here, and I’d waited for so long, what was waiting a while longer.

It was as if he read my mind because suddenly there were a pair of strong hands on my waist and warm lips on mine. I melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I had waited so long for this moment, and I never wanted it to end. I ran my fingers through his hair, and it was so much softer that I could have imagined. He bit softly at my bottom lip, and I gladly parted them, letting his tongue explore the inside of my mouth.

I wanted to whine when we had to part to breathe. I missed the taste of his lips, it was intoxicating.

When I looked up to him, he was breathing heavier, more uneven. He had a look in his eyes that was drastically different from before, darker, there was a different intent in those hazel eyes. When I tried to pull away from him, it felt like there was a string tugging my heart back towards him. His hands tightened their grip on my waist as if I was the only thing keeping him centered in the moment. “Can I?..” he look down at me, and I nodded, knowing what he meant. “Az!” I squeaked when he suddenly picked me up, carrying my away from the edge of the balcony and into what appeared to be his bedroom. I was going to make a joking comment about how he didn’t even get me dinner first.

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My thoughts were interrupted when I was pressed against the wall, and his lips were attached to my neck, kissing and biting against the skin. His hands found their way up my back and to the lacing of my dress, quickly untying it and pulling it off. I tried to watch where it went, but the rest of the room was too dark, and my attention had been drawn back to Azriel’s hands now freely roaming my body. “Azriel~” I whined, the ache in my core growing with each second. His hands stopped as he gently set me on the floor, trailing kisses down my neck, chest, and abdomen, until he was on his knees on the ground. Never in my life had I thought the Illyrian male would be on his knees for someone. Let alone me. Before I could process anything more, he had one of my legs slung over his shoulder, kissing and biting at my inner thigh.

My underwear had to be soaked by now, and by the look he had just given me, they were. I blushed bright red, opening my mouth and starting to say something, being interrupted once again, this time by Azriel licking a long, slow strip up my core. I gasped, arching my back off the wall, melting into his touch. The shadowsinger had since removed the rest of my clothing, pulling my other leg over his shoulder. He placed gentle kisses over the sensitive skin, chuckling at the soft whines it caused. He started kissing his way back up my body, his hands still lingering near my core. When he finally reached my mouth again, my legs were back around his waist. He brushed the hair out of my face, smirking at me. I was panting, I tilted my head, unsure what to make if his expression, when I felt two of his fingers enter into my core, the aching feeling leaving.

“Fuck!~” I grabbed onto him, nails digging into his shoulders. He held them still for a minute, before slowly moving them in and out. I was panting softly, still holding tightly onto him, his shadows swirling around us slowly. Soon I felt that familiar tension building inside, the chord tightening “Azriel~” I whined softly, trying to warn him. He must have known because he went back to kissing and sucking my neck. his fingers curled inside me moving faster as my climax neared. Then, the world around me shattered, it was pure bliss, and nothing like I’d ever felt before.

when I came back to reality, azriel was smiling at me. He kissed my forehead softly “good girl” he purred, slowly removing his fingers. I was panting, whining softly at the loss of his touch. I blushed bright red as he held eye contact with me as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. It was as if he needed to remember this forever. Though I was embarrassed, the last thing I wanted to do was look away.

when he was done, he gently set my legs back onto the ground. ”more..please..” I looked up at him, pleading. I had always dreamt of him touching me like this, of him touching me at all, and I couldn’t help it. There was something that was tugging me to him. It was like I couldn’t get enough. he seemed to think for a moment.

“Bed. Now.” He growled, and had an almost predatory look in his eyes. I nodded, hurrying to the bed, not wanting to see him mad. Well, maybe I did want to see him mad..just not now..not in this moment

I was looking around, but it was too dark to see him until he was right next to the bed. I knew he looked good, but damn! He could’ve been a god with a body like that. I let my eyes wander all over his body, smiling softly. I looked up to him “ they weren’t wrong about an Illyrians wingspan correlating to other parts” I giggled, brushing stray hair out of his face, feeing that tug on my heart string again. He just chuckled, climbing on the bed, and getting in between my legs. “Sweetheart, they weren’t wrong about many things” he kissed my lips again, positioning himself. He brushed the hair out of my face, smiling at me “so beautiful” he whispered, slowly entering, stopping every so often to make sure I wasn’t hurt.

Once the whole way in, he stopped, checking to see that I wasn’t in pain. When I tugged him closer to kiss him again, he started moving, his pace was slow at first, watching my pained expressions turn into ones of pleasure. I took a risk and lightly ran one of my fingers against his wing. He groaned, shuddering. “I guess they weren’t wrong about much, two for two” I giggled when he suddenly started to pick up speed, and my whines turned into full on moans.

I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on “Az!~” I arched my back off the bed as he hit the perfect spot. He positioned himself so he would hit that spot with every thrust. I could feel the tension building, threatening to snap “Az~fuck~close~” I whined, wrapping my legs around his waist “already princess?~” he chuckled, leaning down to whisper in my ear “cum for me~” he bit softly at my earlobe, and that sent me over the edge. My world shattered again, and I think I saw stars, a few thrusts later and Azriel came too. He let me ride out my high, before slowly pulling out. He leaned down to gently kiss me.

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“Do you want a bath?” He asked gently, and I nodded, too tired, and stunned to speak. Had that really just happened? I couldn’t believe it. As he walked away it felt as though that string on my heart snapped into place. I knew what it meant, it had felt just as though my sister had described it to me, but it couldn’t be. He couldn’t be my mate.

I shut my eyes, almost ready to let sleep take over when a pair of arms, one under my waist, and the other behind my knees, lifted me off the bed. I whined softly in protest, opening my eyes slightly, I was met with two warm hazel eyes, and a soft kiss on the forehead.

“are you okay?” Azriel asked as he gently lowered me into the tub. The hot water felt like heaven, and I wanted to wrap myself in it like a blanket. I hummed, nodding softly in response “just perfect..” I yawned again, sleep still wanting to take over “tired..but perfect” i smiled, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the tired. Azriel laughed , sitting beside the tub in case I needed anything. He had already brought me water, and some snacks “ooh! Food” I exclaimed happily, eating some, then sinking back into the tub, watching the steam.

“why,” I sighed, thinking of my wording “why DID you come up to me tonight at Rita’s?” I looked over to Az, meeting his gaze and waiting for an answer. “I-“ he stopped to think “you just seemed..” he stopped. I tilted my head curiously “you looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. Plus when I overheard what you said to your friend..who was it..Lucy?? I just couldn’t help myself” he grinned and I splashed water at him in a response. After a bit longer in the water, when my hips had stopped hurting and my body relaxed, I looked up Azriel who had stood back up “towel please..” I whined softly, waiting as he grabbed a towel form seemingly nowhere and unfolded it so I could wrap myself in it. I gladly took the towel, wrapping it around myself. he picked me back up without saying anything and carried me back to his room.

after he gave me clothes to wear, that were bigger than I’d thought they’d be, I turned to look at him. “Earlier.. you said you heard what I said to Luc at Rita’s.. eavesdropping isn’t very gentleman like you know” I stuck my tongue out at him. “oh no..what ever will I do..” he rolled his eyes, chuckling. My heart strings tugged forwards again, wanting to be closer to him, to hold onto him.

I wondered if he felt the same tug that I did, but with that mask over his face, I couldn’t always tell what he was feeling. I debated wether to say anything, or to just ignore it. I thought of how my sister and her mate found out, which I guess this was a better outcome than that.. but I didn’t want to accept it. I couldn’t accept it, for fear he wouldn’t. I should say SOMETHING about it. Lucy would kill me if I told her that I didn’t tell him…

I must have had some expressing on my face cause I felt a warm hand against the side of my face, i immediately leaned into the welcoming, safe touch. “Do..do you feel it too??…” I said, barely above a whisper. Azriel tilted his head “Hm?” My heart sunk a little “the, the tug..” I muttered, looking up at him, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. He studied my face, his etched with concern. “Hey, don’t cry” he wiped the tears that dared fall from my eyes “I felt it too, I felt it long before I talked to you..” he pulled me closer.

“I’ve waited so long for this..” I muttered, holding tightly onto him, almost afraid it would all disappear. “Me too y/n..me too..” he replied, kissing me gently. I pulled away slightly “does that mean you’re-“ he cut me off my putting a finger over my lips “yes, it means I’m your mate” I grinned into his chest, my heart sang happily my mate my mate my Mate. He laid down onto his bed. I wondered when the sheets had gotten changed. ‘House magic’ I assumed. He ran his hands through my hair, holding me close to him, his wings curled around us, shadows calming down. I shut my eyes, finally welcoming the darkness of sleep.

I awoke with a jolt, unsure of where I was, and panicked. These weren’t my clothes, this was my bed, OR my room. And my house doesn’t smell like Cedar and cinnamon. I sat up as both memories from the previous night, and a pounding headache came flooding in. I groaned, burying my face back into the pillows.

there was a soft knock on the door, and after a few seconds I could hear it opening. “Y/n, Love, It’s almost noon, I brought you some soup.” I opened my eyes, smiling softly at the man in front of me. My mate. I still couldn’t believe it. I forced myself to sit up, happily taking the soup and eating it, slowly letting the thoughts of last night in “LUCY!” I yelled frantically, looking up at Az “oh cauldron! Lucy’s gonna be so worried!” I set the tray down and started to get up, but two strong hands pushed be back to sitting “Y/N, calm down, it’s okay. Cass and rhys told her you were staying at the house with us.” Great..and I thought I could get away without telling her everything for a bit longer.. “I’m sorry for them” I laughed softly, Azriel looked confused “she squeals..really..REALLY loud when she’s excited about something.” I grinned, at the look on his face. He nodded with understanding. “The other’s are downstairs If you wanna go down, or we could just stay up here?” He offered, waiting for a decision, stretching his wings out. Could I meet them? Would they want to meet me? I thought about it for a bit, deciding I should meet them now rather than prolonging it. “Okay..” I said nodding. Standing up “I’d like to meet them..” he kissed me gently, taking my hand and walking down the stairs.

never had I thought last night was going to go as well as it did. Nor had I thought Lucy was going to be right. I steadied my breath as we walked into the room. I was finally going to meet the Inner circle.

I kept my gaze steady on the ground as we walked in, I could hear the talking get quieter as we approached the table. I held tighter onto Azriel, glancing up at the other’s. “Hello..I’m-..” I took a deep breath “I’m y/n” I smiled softly, studying everyone’s faces. Feyre and Mor looked the most excited, Cassian seemed intrigued and Rhys nodded politely, smiling. It was all I could do to not hide behind my mate.

we sat down at the table, and everyone continued their previous conversation, Feyre and Mor bombarding me with questions. Not to be rude, just curious. I answered them to the best of my abilities. The eventually left me alone, questions ceasing.

i grabbed Az’s hand underneath the table. Squeezing it gently, I leaned closer, yawning. He looked at me, his hazel eyes sparkling. Squeezing my hand back, and kissing my forehead.“Tired love?” He whispered softly, I nodded, groaning in response. “I’m sorry, I can’t keep my lady up” he shrugged, grinning, and standing up, picking me up with him.

his lady

the words rang in my ears, my face and ears burning slightly. I smiled, holding tighter onto him as he walked back up the stairs. I was almost asleep as he walked back into his room, gently laying my on the bed, sitting next to me, and gently rubbing my back “go to sleep love” he Purred softly as I patted the spot next to me, wanting to be closer to him. “Lay” I whined softly, pouting out my bottom lip.

he chuckled quietly, laying in the vacant spot on his bed. I happily rolled over, laying my head on his chest, feeing his arms wrap protectively around me. “You’re never leaving me now. You’re stuck with me..foreverrr!”He exclaimed squeezing me lightly, making me giggle. “I don’t know, forever seems like a long time” I leaned up, kissing him gently. “But with you, forever isn’t long enough.” I smiled, laying my head back on his chest, sighing happily.

I couldn’t have asked for anything more. I could have wished on all the stars in Velaris and never even dreamt this could happen. I found him, my mate…I couldn’t wait to tell Lucy, but for now, Az felt so warm and sleep was so welcoming. ‘Tomorrow’ I thought. I’ll tell her tomorrow…

A/N: okay, this was a lot longer than I originally intended, and it spieled off more than I thought. Why does my writing just end up showing what I want in a relationship.. damn I’m lonely…😭😭<3

#azriel #azriel x reader #i need therapy #no sleeep #azriel smut #no sleep for me #azriel fluff #azriel acotar #Can’t forget the soup #fluffy fluffs #it’s literally 3am

[bi-disaster-yn]

No but like… Coming Out as Bi to Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!bisexual!Reader

Summary: Reader comes out as bi to her boyfriend, Bucky and he’s a total sweetheart about it.

Format: Drabble

A/N: Just a cute lil drabble for any bi Bucky girlies like myself!!

There was no doubt in your mind that Bucky loved you. He was a doting and caring boyfriend who always tended to your needs and listened intently to you. Everyday, he would shower you with affection and remind you how much he loved you and how lucky he was to be with you.

However, it didn’t escape your notice that he grew up in the early half of the 20th century, a time period not exactly known for being notoriously LGBT friendly. It made you worry that he might not be able to accept your bisexuality.

Bucky had retained some old man habits such as insisting that he read the newspaper on paper rather on a computer as that’s how it was intended. He had set a prohibition on phones being present at the dinner table as back in his day people would actually have a conversation. He enjoyed 40s music and would rant endlessly that people don’t go dancing the way he used to. You found all of this about him endearing, especially when he would assert that you’d be the prettiest girl there and all of the other guys would be jealous. Nonetheless, it also made you deeply concerned that he could be harbouring some homophobic tendencies amongst those quaint ideals.

Whilst you loved him and only wanted to be with him, you felt that you were hiding something from having not came out to him yet. You were scared that he wouldn’t be able to accept it. Previous boyfriends hadn’t taken it seriously, often using it as an excuse to ask for a threesome or even recoiling in horror that you could ever possibly be attracted to more than one gender. And they had the advantage of having actually been raised in this century.

Looking over at Bucky, sitting on your sofa and reading his newspaper (in the paper hard copy of course), you knew you just had to rip this bandaid off and tell him. Afterall, this was a fundamental and beautiful part of you that you couldn’t change. If he couldn’t accept that, then that was his problem.

“Buck.” You announced, breaking the comfortable silence that was centred around you both.

“Hmm?” He asked, not looking up from the sports section. His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration as he analysed the reports as if he hadn’t heard them all before on the radio.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Okay, sweetheart. What’s up?” He folded his paper up properly and sat it to the his side, giving you his undivided attention. The corners of his mouth stretched into a little smile which was encouraging but you still felt a hint of dread.

“Well you see… the thing is… erm, I don’t know how to say this…” you cringed at your inability to say this properly. This was your boyfriend, he’d seen every single inch of you, he knew your deepest and darkest insecurities and even your most embarrassing childhood memory. How could this be so difficult?

“Doll, you’re starting to freak me out a little. Can you please just tell me what’s wrong?” Bucky frowned and moved so he was sitting at the edge of his seat, ready to reach out for you as he could sense how uncomfortable you were.

“I’m bisexual!” You blurted out. Bucky nodded at you and stayed silent. “Meaning I am attracted to more than one gen-“

“I was born in 1917, I think I’ve lived long enough to know what being bisexual is, baby.” Bucky chuckled at you. His face softened at your confession, relieved that it wasn’t something more sinister. You, on the other hand, were at a loss for words.

“Okay… so? What? Don’t you have an opinion on it?” You looked at him with a puzzled expression. He was so much calmer than you had expected him to be. You were the one delivering the news that was meant to be shocking but it was him making you do a double take.

“Am I supposed to have an opinion on it?” He raised his eyebrow. You stuttered and stammered in response, still in shock at his level of indifference to the situation. In comparison to telling your previous boyfriends which set off painful explosions that motivated shame and self-loathing within you, this was nothing.

Bucky could see you were internalising your reaction and he offered his arms out for you to sit on his lap. Your mind had went into overdrive trying to process his reaction that you didn’t even register the steps you took towards him to take your place on his knee. He wrapped his arms round your waist, pulling you close to his chest and kissed your cheek.

“Who promised me that they’d always love me, no matter what?” Bucky asked, running his thumb along your thigh soothingly.

“I did.” You mumbled in response.

“Exactly, you did. And I think I was pretty clear that I loved you no matter what, and if I wasn’t then this is me reminding you. So, why were you so nervous?” He squeezed your waist reassuringly and you started to feel more at ease. It allowed you to press on and voice your original concerns.

“It’s just that… you lived in the 40s! I can’t exactly imagine that the pride parades were lighting up the streets. You come from a time that people used to be arrested for being like me!” You confessed to him, looking into his deep blue eyes in search of some sort of understanding.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Bucky admitted. “But I am learning a lot, which you should be taking a good chunk of the credit for,” he gave you another squeeze which prompted a giggle from you. “And honestly, the fact is, you were born that way. I love everything about you, including this. No wait, especially this. Thank you for telling me and trusting me with it.”

Your heart warmed in a way that you had noticed had been specifically reserved for Bucky. You gave him a sweet kiss and rubbed your thumb along his jaw, unable to stop the widening smile on your face that made your cheeks hurt. “Thank you for being so understanding. That really meant a lot to me. Like, you have no idea. I love you so much, sweetie.”

Bucky smiled at you and peppered kisses all over your face, relishing in the giggles this brought out in you. “You’re my best girl. Nothing could change how I feel about you. Nothing at all.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes Drabble #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes one shot #Bucky Barnes x female reader #Bucky Barnes x bi!fem!reader #no but like #fatws bucky #beefy bucky #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #the falcon and the winter soldier #fatws fanfic #Bucky Barnes fic #James Bucky Barnes

[atozfic]

hiiii i hope you’ve been well!! i noticed you said you’ve been writing a bit of siren if it’s not too much to ask can we get a spoiler/snippet from it? i’ve been excited for it ever since i read the synopsis

the spoiler is that the fic is actually a huge prank i've pulled on you all, that i have no intention of actually writing. happy (early) april fools ! here, have a very cringey snippet that i intend to rewrite before officially posting the fic.

warning: this is unedited and likely includes typos/cringe writing from nearly a year ago!!

“do you think its a mermaid?”

the question is met with a slap to the back of the dark haired man’s head, who proceeds to yelp and stare back at his crewmate, confusion and offense swirling in his eyes when he meets the other’s stare.

“shh, you idiot!” the pirate speaks in a hushed tone, through gritted teeth and a serious expression, his eyes still busy looking at the lump of fabric and flesh and hair tangled in a net that lays just at the beach shore. “it could be a siren! we can’t risk waking it up! captain'll kill us if we die.”

the sun has already began to set, alerting them of just how much time has passed since they arrived on the impish island. deserted of any human lives, the spec of land provided them with nothing but natural resources and a perfect spot to dump their unwanted cargo. which, in this very moment, is a sailor they’d caught on board their ship, hiding among barrels in an attempt to attack the beautiful vessel come night fall. what a shame the poor man forgot to counter in just what crew lived aboard such a ship, the young yet already feared group made up of no more and no less than eight men, who have garnered a plethora of names: the ocean’s assassins, the hell bringers, the pirate kings.

many stories have been passed around about the ominous crew, among drunkards in sketchy taverns and the gossiping wives of sailors. some true, some false, yet all painting them in a less than friendly light. their beginning alone is a tale fearsome enough to send shivers down the spine of any well-respected navy commander.

other than the boy who’d betrayed his own father and taken capture of the navy ship, along side the rest of the seven men, little is truly known about the pirate crew. sure, their faces have been seen, their mouths have been kissed by drunken fools, rounds of ale have been brought to them in many a taverns, but never have their names been spoke, never have they shared laughter with a stranger nor spared an inch of mercy for anyone outside of their crew of eight disasters.

thus, no one knows of the true nature of the pirates. and, if there’s anything mankind hates most, it’s the inability to understand, to gain knowledge of something, which is why the group is such a point of contention, an enigma many challenge themselves to solve.

some even going as far to sneak on board their ship.

“wait, do you even get sirens this time of the year?” another slap lands on the back of the man’s head, a slap which he this time returns to his friend in the form of a flick to his ear. “stop hitting me or i’ll tell yeosang it was you who drank the last of the rum!”

“i wouldn’t have to hit you if you didn’t say stupid things.” unbeknownst to the two men, their bickering is attracting the attention of another set of eyes, who watches them from a distance where tree branches still scrape his skin and the sand is yet to fully appear beneath his feet. “do you get sirens this time of the year?! seriously, san? what kind of question is that!”

“the kind of question you’re too dumb to answer!”

“oh, real mature!”

“your mum sure thinks so!”

“what does that even mean?!”

“i don’t know!”

the volume of the two pirates bickering increases to a point where neither of the stealth sea-assassins pick up on the approaching footsteps nor the slow laughter which companies them, the eyes that were watching them now much closer and much more aware of what exactly had prompted the daily argument between the two.

it’s as the one who calls himself san curls his hand around the hilt of his sword that the onlooker decides to step in, knowing yeosang would not appreciate having to waste more thread on stitching up yet another unnecessary wound, just like the crew’s captain would not enjoy having to repeat the same old scoldings the pair received almost at a daily rate.

“you’re both idiots.” perhaps not the best way to make his presence known, but it works either way, prompting both san and wooyoung’s head to snap in his direction, eyes wide in accusation and mouths dropped open in audacity. “you know that, right?”

“fuck off and go back to doing tall people stuff, yunho.” of course it’s wooyoung who speaks first, always the most catty on board the ship and never one to bite back a comment or think before he speaks.

“how are we both idiots?” san, more level-headed even while being prone to arguing, asks with more curiosity than offense, hand lazily thumbing over the bumps and ridges of his intricate sword handle. 

“because, you thought it was a mermaid,” yunho points in san’s direction, who proceeds to avoid eye contact, suddenly finding the look of his sand dusted boots to be the most intriguing thing in the world. the attention is quickly thrown to wooyoung as the tallest among the three point him out. “and you thought it was a siren. now, can you tell me what mermaids and sirens have in common?”

the pair keep quiet, san with red cheeks and wooyoung with a snarl, like he’s trying so hard to calculate his next snarky comment, all in the aim of shrugging off the shame of being called out on his own idiocy. 

“a tail. they both have tails.” when it doesn’t click in either of the two’s heads, yunho sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. brushing past them both, he nudges wooyoung’s shoulder as he cautiously approaches the lump of flesh and fabric, tangled in a web of nets and seaweed. “and that,” he points at the figure, entranced by the subtle yet visible rise and fall of the creature’s breathing. “very clearly has a pair of legs, not a tail.”

#🎐: message board #🧚 pretty little wip;; #lmao imagine how funny it would be if i never post siren (i'm deepily sick in the head)

[beelzebubisbestwaifu]

Mammon's inability to really speak his mind when it comes to his true feelings about MC?

It was a mistake.

A fatal mistake.

One Mammon would come to regret...

"Okay have fun, I guess." The Avatar of Greed waves MC off as they leave the house with Beel and Belphie to get dinner.

"I will! Have a nice night Mamz, love ya!" The human replies as they leave, front door shutting loudly behind them.

"love you too..." Mammon whispers back, beaming. Of course MC said the same thing to his brothers. They're all pactmates and MC is forward about loving their friends, all of them.

"okay good delivery, next time say it to their face." Simeon chimes in unhelpfully from the doorway.

"what- how long have you been there??"

"about a minute or so." The angel hums.

"weird. Stop being weird." Mammon proceeds to cross his arms like a child.

"stop hiding your feelings and tell MC you love them," Simeon replies with a Cheshire grin. Mammon blushes violently, looking over and sputtering over his words for several moments before rambling out a semi coherent statement.

"I do not-" he can't even bring himself to say he doesn't love MC more than anything so he just stumbles and stops. Simeon smirks, his beautiful angelic face still looking somehow innocent and sweet even with the snide expression.

"so you platonically think of marrying them?"

No reply.

"and....you platonically think of them when you're alone and-"

"OI OI OI I GET IT-" the demon snarls, face bright red. Simeon grins slowly, leaning in the kitchen doorway. "D-dont pry into what I do in my personal time you creep."

"I was going to say 'when you're alone and watching those romcoms you keep renting'....nothing risque." The angel points out with a shrug. "What did you think I was going to say?" Mammon huffs, face becoming almost impossibly red from how flustered he is.

"s-stop mocking me."

"I'll do that the day you confess~"

"I'll never-"

"then I'll never stop."

#obey me #shall we date #swd #obey me swd #obey me shall we date

[nat-cat31]

Obikin Drabble — Amnesia

It was taking too long.

Anakin paced the entrance of the healers ward with growing distress, his long strides taking up the small alcove with increasing agitation.

The wound Obi-Wan received seemed simple enough- a small but efficient blunt force trauma in the head, from the blaster of a droid during close combat. He had kept fighting even when the blood overflowed into his eyes, and remained standing long enough to give Anakin a brush in the force before promptly collapsing, giving his commander a fright in his haste to catch him.

The trip back to the healers had been, in a word, nerve wracking. Anakin’s worry knew no bounds, as people close to him would acclaim. Obi-Wan’s vitals had remained stable, but his inability to stay conscious was concerning. Anakin was only thankful that their mission had been nearby to the temple, and not deep in the outer rim with little supplies and even less options of treatment. He would have the best care here.

Still. He hadn’t woken up yet.

Anakin’s pacing was interrupted by a healer poking their head out, gesturing him in. He needed no further prompting, nearly tripping over himself trying to get in quicker.

Obi-Wan was sitting up, a bandage around his head and an IV coming from his arm. Another healer was asking him questions and getting Obi-Wan to test his reflexes. Anakin felt his joy bubbling up like a raging reek, seeing his master’s eyes coming to rest on him.

“Oh, aren’t you pretty?”

Anakin felt everything stop, complete silence filing the halls as he tried to understand…

What had his master just called him?

“Uh…um…”

Obi-Wan cooed at Anakin’s stunted expression, his force presence spilling out between them like a soft blanket. “Humor me, would you?” He gestured him closer, and the healer took a few steps back to allow Anakin to stumble forward. He grabbed the headboard of the cot, trying to understand what was going on-

Obi-Wan’s calloused hand reaching out to cup Anakin’s cheek was certainly not helping.

“Darling, am I one with the force? I don’t…I don’t think I would be able to see someone like you here with me in any mortal world…”

Anakin could feel his eyes popping out of his skull, a croak sound coming out of him unbidden. “Master- what in karking hells are you talking about?! I- are you okay?”

Obi-Wan gave him a wistful smile, the hand on Anakin’s face trailing down to cup between his jaw and neck, driving a shiver down Anakin’s spine as Obi-Wan thumbed at his pulse point. He couldn’t help but let his eyes shutter closed. He had been so worried, he was just glad to feel Obi-Wan with him, no matter what bantha shit he was sprouting.

“Oh, I’ve never been better, precious one. Having you here distracts me from anything I have to fear.” His gaze seemed to flit from the hand at Anakin’s pulse and back to his fluttering eyelashes, pupils expanding as the air thickened between them.

Anakin frowned, utterly confounded. “Seriously, Obi-Wan, I think you hit your head way too hard. Do you know who I am?”

Obi-Wan tilted his head with a polite smile. “My own beautiful angel come to keep me company?”

Anakin groaned, stepping away from Obi-Wan’s hand to hide his face from view, feeling as if he was burning from the inside out. What was this? Where was Obi-Wan’s normal, tight lipped behavior and huffiness to be forced to stay in bed? He looked utterly content, staring at Anakin like it was all he could see.

Anakin knew Obi-Wan couldn’t mean these insipid things. He was a natural flirt. His memory would come back once the wooziness of his wound wore off, and he would be disgusted to remember flirting with his former padawan.

Distantly, as if from behind a closed door, Anakin realized Obi-Wan was speaking to him softly, carving out room on the cot that Anakin had sat down on.

“-sweet boy, I hate seeing you upset, you deserve to look happy always. Come now, look at me? Ah, there’s my beautiful boy, don’t worry, now that I’ve met you I’ll make sure you stay safe with me.”

Anakin felt his throat closing up, trying to understand why Obi-Wan looked so tender and open, when he was always faced with something closed off; a courteous gaze replaced with something raw.

“I- thank you, master, but I think you should go back to sleep. The healers will watch you. I’m…I’m sorry, I know you can’t remember me right now, but I’m really glad you’re okay, master.” Anakin tried to be as earnest as he could, biting his lip and toying with his gloved hand.

Anakin could hear Obi-Wan’s inhale of breath, as though he was about to speak, but the healer stepped forward again and Anakin took it as his way out. He stood up and gave Obi-Wan and the healer a polite bow, trying not to focus on the disappointed tightening of the bond the further he fled from the halls of healing.

Obi-Wan could never mean any…any of that.

#obikin #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #yes I had to end it with angst #NO ONES GONNA READ THIS LMFAO #OBI YOU NEED TO STOP BEING THE WAY YOU ARE #anakin x obi wan #go follow Catgriller #my lord and savior #Nat writes

[missywritesfor7]

🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 32: Heart ||

Luna isn’t sure what happened during the time Jungkook was walking Jin back to his room, but now she’s worried it wasn’t good. Despite her pleads, Jungkook refuses to come out of his bunny form and tell her what’s really on his mind. She’s tried poking, prodding, and tickling him to no avail.

“Why are you being so stubborn?” Luna fusses. “I thought we got past you hiding all the time. You don’t have to be afraid to tell me what’s wrong.”

Still he won’t change back. He looks at her with his big eyes and can’t help but melt inside. The way she looks so concerned makes him hate that his inability to express himself is causing her so much worry. He just wants to hold her.

Luna gives up trying to get him out of his bunny form. She just hopes that whatever is bothering him, he’ll open up to her about it eventually. She lays down and pulls his soft body into her.

The next morning Luna wakes up with the little fur ball still nestled next to her. As much as she wants him to come out of it she can’t resist how irresistibly precious he is. She runs her fingers through his fur until he begins to stir awake.

Jungkook loves waking up to her soft touch. He loves opening his eyes and seeing her sweet face smiling back at him. He loves the way she whispers good morning to him. He loves her.

He had a hard time sleeping because the internal battle he was having wouldn’t allow him to rest. He finally told himself he would see how he felt in the morning. He could feel completely different after some sleep. But when he woke up all his heart could feel was love. All his eyes saw was love. Luna is love.

When he finally pulls himself out of hiding he suggested they go out for breakfast. He takes her to a new restaurant and lets her go wild ordering whatever she wants and however much she wants. He can’t stop smiling at her. She’s beautiful. She’s the only thing he can think about even while she’s sitting right in front of him.

“So,” Luna says pulling him out of his trance. “Are you going to tell me what happened last night?”

“Oh,” he remembers. He was hoping he wouldn’t remember and neither would she. The smile that had been painted across his face all morning has fallen as the memory of the conversation he had with his father replays in his mind. “It’s just, my dad as usual,” he says.

“As usual?” She knows it’s probably risky to have him explain further, but she hopes letting him vent a little will keep him from exploding later and causing another “natural disaster”, as Taehyung and Jimin described it.

“He saw me when I was walking back and started bitching about the same shit. It’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing? Like it was nothing when you showed up with that scratch on your face that still hasn’t fully healed.”

“It’s mostly healed.”

“You’re supposed to be able to heal instantly, no?”

“It’s like 95% healed.”

“It’s been almost a month!”

“The fucker just scratched me deep, that’s all.”

“He actually hurt you.”

“Nothing hurts me,” he lies.

“But that did, didn’t it?”

“Eat your food.”

“Do I need to call your mother?”

“With what? Your imaginary phone?”

“Fuck you, I’ll go get myself a phone.”

“With what money, you bum?” He laughs.

“You demon deer! I’ll find a way,” she pouts. She thinks a moment then softens her tone. “Jungkookie, can you get me a phone?”

“Wooooooww,” he chuckles. “You just called me a demon deer, and now you have the nerve to ask me to buy you a phone?”

“You’re the bestest demon deer in the entire universe,” she grins.

It’s that. That smile. That way she calls him a demon deer and he finds it endearing for some reason. He’ll buy her a phone. If she keeps looking at him like that then he’ll be ready to buy her the entire moon.

“You’re not going to get off that easily,” he says.

She looks at him and pouts her bottom lip out. “Please, Jungkookie.”

“Finish your food,” he chuckles. “I’ll think about getting you a phone if you’re nice to me.”

She pouts a moment longer then continues eating her food without protesting further. Afterwards he takes her for a walk along a nearby trail. It’s a small trail but it kills some time because Jungkook would rather circle this place with her a thousand times than go home where he knows his father would be waiting around any corner.

“Come here,” Jungkook says pulling her towards the woods they’re approaching along the trail. “I want to show you something.”

“In the woods?” Luna asks letting him take her along. “What do you want to show me here.”

“You’ll see,” he smiles taking her further into the trees.

“Should I be worried? Oh my god is this it? The moment you finally murder me and leave me in a hole you already have dug up out here?”

“What?” Jungkook asks stopping in his tracks. “What the hell type of movies have you been watching?”

“It happens,” she shrugs. “Some demon soul stealer gains the trust of some unsuspecting damsel, then one day he finally pounces and leaves her somewhere no one will find her.”

“The fuck?” He chuckles. “First of all, you’re not a damsel, just some weirdo I got stuck with. Second, why would I do something to you after spending so much time trying to save your life?”

“If you feel like you’re stuck then you can go. It’s not like you’re being forced to hang around me all the time.” she huffs folding her arms.

“Yes I am,” he smirks. “I have no choice.”

“Why is that?”

“Because,” he smiles standing toe to toe with her. He looks down at her confused face and he can’t hold it anymore. He slides his arms around her waist and pulls her into him. “I already fell in love with you.”

“You did what?” She asks surprised. “How? I mean why? No, I mean…what?”

“I’m in love with you, LuLu.” He holds her tighter so she can feel the way his heart is beating wildly. “I’m so…stupidly in love with you.”

“Stupid,” she chuckles lightly sliding her hands up his chest.

His confession has her burning up inside. She knew her feelings for him were strong, but the doubt about whether he felt the same remained in the back of her mind. She doubted him each day for no reason other than her own insecurities.

“You’ve risked so much to keep me alive,” she says looking up at him. “I thought you’d be done with me when I converted, but you never went away. You stayed up my ass like the pest you are.” She chuckles wrapping her arms around his neck. “If anyone is stupid, it’s me for ever doubting how you felt about me.” She brings her lips to his just barely touching. “I’m stupidly in love with you too.”

His heart is going insane now. The melody of her voice saying those words makes every other sound monotone. He holds her as tight as he can and kisses her so he can feel her words. He holds it for a while not caring about being able to breathe or anything. He only wants to keep the taste of her love on his lips.

The two of them stay there a moment chasing each other’s lips not even caring that they’re in the middle of some dark woods. If anything it makes them more carefree about where their hands and tongues travel. Luna suddenly finds her back against a tree and Jungkook’s body pressed so closely to hers. They’d both give anything to stay in this moment forever.

“Can you promise me something?” Jungkook whispers into her mouth when he finally manages to disconnect from her lips for a moment.

“What’s that?” She replies.

“I know you like to do things for yourself, but if my father even comes within 5 feet of you when I’m not around, promise you’ll let me know?”

“That’s a very specific request,” she chuckles. “Don’t worry, I don’t want to be around him without you anyway.”

“Good. Because I’ll kill him if he touches you.”

“Your own father?”

“For you. I’ll end him if it’s to keep you safe.”

“Do you tell all your girlfriends this?” She jokes.

“No. Just you. I’ve only promised this to one other person.”

“One other person? Who else are you willing to kill your father for?”

“My mom.”

Luna thinks back to Taehyung telling her about Jungkook catching his father cheating and nearly killing him because of it. She knows he’s serious. The unwavering look in his eyes proves how serious he is. She’s flattered, but also scared. Minseok seems to be relentless in making sure Jungkook and her don’t stay together. Actually, he seems relentless in controlling Jungkook in general. Luna would hate for Jungkook to face whatever consequences would be brought up if he were to actually kill his father.

“I promise I’ll let you know,” she responds. “But can you promise me that you won’t do anything that will get you in trouble? Don’t get sent to jail or whatever happens to murderers in this world.”

“How would I get in trouble if he was somehow lost in a fire?” He jokes.

“Jungkook!” Luna stomps.

“Ok ok,” he chuckles. “You sound like my mom.”

“That’s because she has sense.”

“The two people I’d kill for won’t even let me,” he huffs sarcastically.

“Because you’re out of your mind,” she jokes. “But really, Jungkookie.”

Every time she calls him that he wants to soar into the sky then bow down to her ready to obey her every command.

“I know you hate him, but think of yourself and the people who love you,” she says stroking his cheek. “You’re better than killing your own father. What am I going to do if you get locked up or something?”

“Would you wait for me to get released from prison?” He asks knowing very well he has no desire to do anything that will get him arrested.

“Hell no!” Luna says lightly hitting his chest. “If you get locked up I’m going to find me a new demon to take care of me.”

“You think anyone else would put up with you the way I have?”

“Do you think anyone else would put up with you the way I have?” She retorts with a smirk.

He looks at her silently trying to maintain a straight face. Would he kill his father for her? Of course. However, he wouldn’t. Not at all. Even the day he lost his temper with his father he knew he wouldn’t kill him.

Over the years Jungkook learned to control what he considers his ultimate ability. It could kill easily, but he never wants it to get to that. He discovered the power when he was younger and unleashed it when he was angry. He was alone in his room so no one witnessed it, but afterwards there was talk of the sudden earthquake that hit the palace. When he realized how powerful it was he tried his best to keep it controlled because he feared he would hurt someone innocent. Except the one time he was pushed to his limit. Seems only his father can manage to bring out the worst in his temper.

Although Minseok is constantly pushing Jungkook to his limit, after that day he learned when to back off. Just like last night, Minseok knew not to press further. He knew the look in Jungkook’s eyes and got flashbacks to the day he learned how powerful his son really is. Jungkook only hopes he’s not pushed that far again for the sake of himself and everyone else in the kingdom. But especially Luna.

“Love,” Jungkook smiles. “Let’s go get you a phone.”

“Really?” Luna says in excitement. “Finally! Let’s go!”

She grabs his hand and pulls him along and out of the woods as if she knows where they’re going. He follows along with an amused smile on his face. Is this really what love is?

After setting her up with a new phone, then spoiling her with anything else that caught her eye as they passed shops on the street, they return to Jungkook’s room at the palace. Luna gets comfortable on the couch playing with all the features of her new phone. Aside from some vampire friendly differences, it’s pretty similar to the phone she had back home. Jungkook throws himself across his bed taking a few deep breaths to convince himself that this is all real. He loves her and she loves him.

[Luna]: I see you 👀

[Luna]: Big eyed bunny 🐰

[Luna]: Doe eyed Jungkookie 🦌

[Luna]: Fluffy demon boy

[Luna]: Hey, spawn of Satan I’m talking to you!

[Jungkook]: If I have to get off this bed and come over there I’m crushing that phone

[Luna]: You wouldn’t dare!

[Jungkook]: I didn’t buy you the thing so you could harass me from 10 feet away

[Luna]: Who the hell else am I going to harass? Your number is the only one I have 😝

[Jungkook]: Anyone ever tell you how much of a pain in the ass you are?

[Luna]: You fell in love with this pain in the ass 😏

Jungkook looks at his phone a moment and sighs. Touché. He sits up and looks at Luna giggling on the couch.

“You’re just having a blast over there, aren’t you?” Jungkook says trying to hide his amusement.

“Yup,” Luna says with a smug smile.

“I need to find you some friends you can bother so you can leave me alone.”

“Fine. What’s Jimin’s number? I know he’ll be my friend.”

Jungkook shoots her a sharp look. He stands from the bed and walks to her towering over her with his brows furrowed. She looks up at him with a smirk, amused that he took the bait so easily.

“You are evil,” he says through his teeth.

“And you’re so easy,” she laughs. “I knew you were jealous of Jimin.”

“I’m not,” he huffs. “There’s no reason for me to be jealous of him.”

“But you are.”

“No.”

“Yes. Admit it. Little Jungkookie is jealous of his hyung.”

“I should’ve let the portal take you over,” he sighs rolling his eyes.

“You should have,” she stands getting close to his face. “But too bad I put you under my spell.”

“What are you a witch now?” He chuckles.

“Is that a thing here?”

“No,” he laughs.

“Well whatever, I still put you under my spell and now here we are.” She sticks her tongue out at him like a child causing him to finally break.

“This is the most torturous thing ever,” he laughs pulling her into an embrace. “You are the most torturous fucking thing ever.”

“Well you’re no sunshine baby either,” she giggles giving in to his hold.

She loves his hold. His touch. His smell. His voice. The way his chest feels so solid against her body. The way his heart knocks on her cheek as she’s pressed into him. Love is such a silly stupid thing but here she is in silly and stupid love.

Thankfully they’re able to get through the remainder of the day without running into Minseok. Jungkook hopes after last night Minseok realizes how serious he is and backs off.

The next morning duty calls when Jungkook has to accompany Jin on a visit to the neighboring kingdom, Tansilvania. It’s a friendly visit meant to maintain the relationship Korealis has with Tansilvania. Jin, along with his brother Hojin V, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook and his brother royal shield Junghyun all convoy to visit the kingdom’s allies in a routine trip they make to every allied kingdom every so often.

Jungkook hates having to go to Jin’s many diplomatic visits. No matter when or where they go, it’s always the same. Jin fakes a smile the entire trip, Taehyung tries convincing them to let him go shopping, and Namjoon has to be the voice of order and reason when the exhausted younger ones start fighting. There’s also a chance of bickering between at least one of the sets of siblings. The free food is always nice, but the exhaustion at the end of the day kills him every time.

Luna is hanging out in Jungkook’s room trying to decide what to do while he’s gone. She isn’t sure where she could go but she doesn’t want to stay in his room alone all day. She starts off searching online. She’s still getting used to some of the differences between technology here and in the human world, but at least she’s figured out enough to learn how to search for places nearby. She lays across the couch searching for something that catches her eye when there’s a light knock at the door. She isn’t sure who it could be, but she knows Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi are still here. Thinking it’s one of them she gets up to get the door but once she’s on her feet the door opens.

To Luna’s absolute horror Minseok comes walking in the room. She’s frozen in place unsure of what to say. He probably has more of a right to be in here than she does so she can’t tell him to leave. Not that that would work anyway.

“J-Jungkook,” she stutters.

“I know where he is,” Minseok says raising his hand to stop her and shutting the door behind him.

“Oh.” Then what the hell is he doing here? She wonders.

Minseok walks past her and takes a seat on the couch. He then pats the spot next to him inviting her to sit as well. Luna is scared and confused but does as told. The last thing she wants to do is give him a reason to lose his shit towards her when Jungkook is no where around.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” Minseok says in a tone that’s much more lighter than it usually is. “I wanted to come by so we can start over and maybe understand each other better.”

“Oh?” Luna asks tilting her head. This was not at all what she expected him to say. What the hell really happened the other night when Jungkook came back and hid in his bunny form? Whatever it was she didn’t think it would cause Minseok to have a change of heart like this.

“It’s Luna, right?” He asks.

“Yes,” she answers nervously.

“Jungkook seems to have taken quite a liking to you.” He looks at Luna then to the floor. “He’s my youngest son with incredible ability and a very promising future. I only want the best for him.” He pauses and looks back at Luna who is still thoroughly confused. “He’s had many relationships in the past and they always hurt him so much in the end. I hate to see him hurting, but every time it’s the same thing. I just want to do whatever I can to make sure I protect him.”

“Oh…” Luna says still confused but now filled with many questions she isn’t sure she should ask.

“This is why I’m so hard on him. If he’s focused on his job and not all of these girls he’s always chasing he wouldn’t find himself getting hurt and falling behind in his training.”

“All of these girls?” Luna whispers even more confused and now for some reason feeling something growing in her throat. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“I just want you to understand where I’m coming from. Aside from you being a convert with ties to the Saakhan leader, I just want you to know that it’s not personal. I’m just trying to protect my son from yet another heartbreak. I don’t even think he’s fully gotten over the last one. He certainly didn’t give himself much time before he moved on to you, I know he’s probably still processing some of those feelings he had for her.”

Luna looks on unsure of anything Minseok is telling her. She knows he’s a snake and trying to get into her head, but what does he think she’s going to do, suddenly break up with Jungkook? He’ll have to do more than try to get her to take pity on him to make that happen.

“So…is there something you’re wanting me to do about this?” She asks wanting him to get to the point so he can hurry up and leave.

“I just want you to know. And maybe save you some surprise when you learn about his exes.”

“I don’t really want to know about his exes,” Luna says. She’s not about to fall for this silly charade.

“Well he has so many he probably doesn’t remember much about any of them anyway. Except the one he was engaged to be married to.”

“What?” Luna asks being taken off guard.

“I didn’t want to bother you too long,” he says standing. “I appreciate you hearing me out. Enjoy the rest of your day.” And just like that, he’s out the door.

Luna is stuck staring in the same spot. Did he say Jungkook was engaged? She knows she can’t trust anything he says and he’s likely just doing this to try getting her to leave Jungkook. She gets it. But those words are hard for her to tune out.

He was engaged?

#bts #bts au #bts fanfic #bts fic #jeon jungkook #bts smut #jungkook au #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook fic #jungkook x original character #angst #vampire au #vampire bts #moons light #strangers to lovers #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3

[dark9896]

Under the collar [Klaus x Reader]

This little steamy fic was requested by anonymous 😘

(Goblin mode activate, he he.....time to nudge the line agaaaaiiiiin~😈)

Klaus was sitting behind his desk. Having just finished the last of the paperwork, he felt content in simply relaxing to play a little Prosfair. His eyes however, wandered to where you were sitting on their own. Given the lack of paper and field work, you were currently playing a video game against Leonardo. Apparently you had won against him, since you had an adorable winsome grin and were holding up two fingers in victory.

Klaus's mind wandered to a couple days ago, when the two of you had been enjoying the icy weather by building snowmen and throwing snow at each other. Neither of you were very good at rolling snow, not that it stopped the two of you from acting like children across the front lawn. Klaus couldn't help but smile to himself, remembering how precious your grin and laughter had been. How beautiful you looked with a light dusting of snow in your hair. How you'd laughed yourself into a coughing fit when Klaus slipped and fell backwards into one of the snowmen. Your attempt to help him to his feet ending in you falling on top of Klaus.

It had all been so amazing to him, yet his mind kept going. Thinking of the hot bubble bath the two of you shared. How nice and warm the water was. How incredible it felt to have you leaned against his chest. The soft....intimate evening that followed.

No, stop......Klaus realized where this line of daydream was leading. He had to stop himself before this became noticeable.

But it wasn't working. Klaus's focus was on yet another memory, seeing a cute, lacy lingerie set in an online shop. You had joked about wearing it if Klaus bought it, and held true to your word. Seeing you wear something like that....Klaus barely managed to speak that night.

Klaus tugged at his tie, the sudden heat rising in his body made him extremely grateful to be seated behind a desk, and that he was wearing dark colored, restrictive pants. He had to stop this train of thought. Perhaps a game of Prosfair would help.

Klaus attempted to duck behind his computer as he opened the game window. The reflection on his screen showed his face had lit up a bright pink that was in danger of turning red. His mind wandered off again as the game loaded.

The time you found out he could pole dance. He found your sudden blush and fascination to be very sweet. You had been stubborn about learning, and Klaus was more than happy to train with you. But after you got the hang of the exercise, Klaus couldn't take his eyes off how smoothly you moved. While there hadn't been any sensual inclination to the act, Klaus realized why you had been blushing when he stopped. Seeing how gracefully you twisted your body, contorting and swinging around the pole, Klaus understood why it was so heavily associated with those kinds of clubs.

"Klaus? You okay?" Your voice completely derailed Klaus's thought pattern, for which he was grateful. Yet his face was slowly deepening to red, "You look a little uncomfortable over here. You don't have to keep it to yourself if you aren't feeling well."

That just made it worse. Klaus already felt guilty, allowing his mind to wander through such thoughts while at work, especially about yourself. Now here you stood, slightly leaned over the corner of his desk, concerned about his well-being due to his inability to hide his flustered expression.

"Ah, no. I'm alright [Name]." Why did you have to wear something that exentuated your curves? This was driving Klaus crazy, "Though I suppose I am a bit warm. I assure you, it's nothing to worry about. I do deeply appreciate your concern however."

"If you're too warm, maybe we should turn down the heat a little." Klaus scooted his chair closer to the desk in an attempt to hide any trace of what was really going on, "And maybe something cold to drink instead of tea?"

"That's not necessary [Name], but I thank you for the suggestions."

Klaus watched, partially upset at his own instinct to have you leave and partially worried about you falling over as you leaned across the desk to look at his computer screen.

"Did someone say something after a match?" Klaus tried to hold in and stifle a small groan, you were so close, your body spray smelled so nice, "Do I need to track someone down and make them apologize?"

Klaus was not expecting that, "Ah....no....thank you [Name]. That's very sweet of you, but I haven't played a match yet. I was waiting for it to load when you walked over."

"Oh, okay." You relaxed back, standing up to go back to gaming with Zapp and Leo, "If something is wrong, please don't keep it to yourself. At least tell Gilbert if you won't tell me, okay?"

"Of course sweetie." Klaus felt a little worse hearing you say it like that, but understood why you would, "I'll do so, should the need arise."

Klaus's other problem was not helped by your charming little smile. Nor could he stop himself from watching you walk away, his swirl of emotions and desires at war. He had to figure out how on Earth he was going to survive the rest of the day......considering that he found it difficult to focus on Prosfair while his mind was fixated on a mental image of you dressed up in lace, laying across the bed.......so beautiful......so vulnerable.......so trusting. Klaus needed something to work.....maybe a disaster would occur, nothing too dangerous.....maybe?

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #klaus von reinherz #ask #only thing better than flustered Klaus is oblivious reader #;)

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 16

*Warning - Adult Content*

Damien Clark couldn't be of any great help to his best friend's software. 

Not that he had limited knowledge that led to his inability to improve the antivirus and fix some details. 

Far from it. 

Damien simply wasn't in a good headspace to accomplish anything. 

Not after the words he had exchanged with Alexander Nabokov in the elevator. 

As with every encounter with the Russian man, Damien remembered precisely every phrase said, every movement made, every look that Nabokov had given him. 

What now occupied all the space in Damien's disordered mind was the confirmation by Nabokov that he hadn't selected Nick's software among his choices. 

What Damien feared most had come true. Yet he had pompously told Nabokov that he wasn't going to do anything. 

Like Damien had some sort of say on the decision or that he could arrogantly detect what Nabokov was really planning to do.

Damien was convinced it was just sheer revenge that was happening. 

It could only be that. 

Nick's software demonstrated very few flaws and had been properly presented. While some projects were impressionable, Damien believed without a doubt that Nick's antivirus was just as much. 

Yes, Nabokov's decision was clearly a deliberate act of petty revenge. 

In the present circumstances, Damien had no idea what to do to make the antivirus part of the Russian's choice. 

Damien had told him with a confidence bordering on insolence that he wasn't going to go through with his decision. 

An assertion for which Damien possessed no concrete proof but seemed convinced of its veracity. 

However, Nabokov's words ate Damien from the inside and troubled him, as if he thought they were both false and true.

‘What shit did I put myself into?’

"Cat got your tongue today?" Nick asked with a contented smile, clearly proud of his pun.

They had just entered the crowded expensive looking restaurant. 

They stood motionless, waiting for a table to be assigned to them.

"No, I hardly have time to place a word since you always open your big mouth," Damien replied with a smile.

"You barely said three words on the software."

Damien rolled his eyes.

Here we go again.

He couldn't enjoy two minutes of break without talking about this software.

"Because there wasn't much to say. Your software is perfect, Nick."

Nick shrugged, a gloomy expression suddenly appearing on his face.

"About that, I..."

A beautiful brunette arriving towards the two best friends, two menus in her hands interrupted them.

"Good evening, gentleman. A table for two?" the good-looking waitress asked.

"Put it down for three and join us," Nick answered with a smile that had several insinuations.

The waitress blushed and giggled nervously.

"Follow me, please. I'll show you your table."

"I'm going to the bathroom first. I'll be back," Damien said to Nick.

He smirked at Damien, supposing his best friend was using a pretext to leave him to a one a one time with the attractive waitress. 

But this idea didn't even cross Damien's mind. 

He simply wanted to go to the bathroom to be alone for a moment with his chaotic thoughts. 

Lost in them, Damien watched for a moment Nick and the waitress walk side by side, while his best friend put in activation his flirting techniques. 

Damien rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom. 

He ran water over his face and took a breath. Damien hesitated to go back to Nick. 

He wanted to get out of this place and head home. 

Maybe a sudden headache could be a valid excuse. 

No, it was Nick we were talking about here. 

He wouldn't care less about that. 

Even if Damien was in the middle of a heart attack, Nick would still force him to stay. 

But Damien had to leave.   

How could he eat with his best friend when he possessed important information that was unknown to Nick? 

Worse, valuable information that concerned him? 

Didn't best friends suppose to tell each other everything? 

Damien was aware it was dishonest of him to hide Nabokov's decision from Nick. 

He had to tell him what the man had requested him to inform Nick. 

It didn't matter if Damien was convinced or not that Nabokov was going to execute his revenge. 

It was what Damien had promised himself he would do when Nabokov's decision was official, which was now the case. 

Nick rightfully deserved the truth and Nabokov was right, the news would be easier to digest if it were Damien who announced it. 

Damien took a deep breath and exited the bathroom. 

When he perceived Nick's head at the very back and went to join him, Damien wasn't surprised to also see the waitress in conversation with his best friend, nervously touching her long brown hair. 

Damien's arrival interrupted their flirting moment and the waitress left abruptly as if she had been caught in the act. 

Nick turned to watch her go. 

Well, he turned to watch her ass. 

Damien breathed in exasperation and sat.

"Let me guess, you already took her number?"

"Not yet but soon," Nick said with a big smile.

Nick's good mood only made it all harder for Damien. 

He took the menu and gave it a false attention. 

He was barely reading the blackboard, thinking only on how he would go about confessing everything to Nick and where he would gather the courage to do so.

"So yeah, about the software."

"Hmm?" Damien answered, pretending to read the menu.

"I think it won't make the cut."

Damien dropped the menu abruptly on the table and his heart jumped. He tried to not show his astonishment. 

He took the glass of water that was on the table and took a sip.

"What? Why do you think that?"

"I dunno. I hear things. There's been rumors running around that some of my colleagues had a second meeting with the directors of our department and I didn't have one."

Damien tried displaying a total impassibility on his face but everything was bubbling inside him. 

He took another sip of his glass of water. 

He was going to need more than water. 

Damien felt it.

"It's just rumours, Nick, and even if it was true, maybe it's simply not your turn yet."

‘What the hell am I saying?’

It was the perfect occasion for Damien to pull out the words that were killing him from the inside but he didn't seize the opportunity.

"I guess. I fall directly into depression if I take a no."

Nick smiled a little but Damien discerned the sadness that was hiding there.

"It"s not the end of the world. You're amazingly talented Nick and if it's not with this software that you can show it, then it'll be with another one."

Though Damien sincerely meant what he said, it wasn't, nevertheless, those words that needed to come out.

"Yeah. But seeing a project being denied, after all of this work, hurts man."

"Stop thinking like that. Your software will make the cut, trust me," Damien said with confidence, his gaze determined as ever.

Damien couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. 

He was giving his best friend false hope. 

He was telling him things that he had confirmation were the total opposite. 

Damien loathed himself right now. 

Nick didn't deserve that. 

Absolutely not. 

He justly deserved the truth. 

Yet the words that would hurt Nick wouldn't come out. 

As if Damien, nonetheless, cherished hope of reversing the situation in Nick's favor. 

As if he had hope of being able to change Nabokov's decision. 

And now that Damien had lied to him, it was now impossible for him to go back and tell Nick the truth. 

To say everything would be tantamount to Damien appearing as a liar and asshole. 

Nick would never forgive him for that and Damien wouldn't be able to blame him. 

But he had to tell him because he knew that the more time he took to tell the truth, the harder it would become. 

The waitress returned to their table and Nick's mood changed in a split second. 

His flirting mode resumed and Damien decided to use that as a way out to converse the conversation. 

He really didn't want to talk about the software because it reminded him of his terrible guilt and the fact that he wasn't acting like a friend even less as a best friend.

"Are you gentlemen ready to order?" the waitress asked, avoiding Nick's gaze, her cheeks flaming.

"Actually, I have a sad dilemma here. What I want to eat is not on the menu," Nick replied with a charming smile.

Damien was surprised to find himself smiling a bit as the waitress grinned shyly at Nick, her eyes clearly expressing her attraction to him.

"What my boyfriend really means is that just like me, he's also be having the number five on the steak menu. Right, cutie pie?" Damien asked Nick, gently placing a hand on his.

Nick looked at Damien, stunned,and the waitress did the same. 

She stared at Nick, clearly waiting for an explanation but Nick didn't look back, too busy staring at Damien in amazement.

"Um..." the waitress said.

Nick glared at Damien who couldn't erase the smile on his face.

"I'll bring you your orders," the waitress whispered as if she had lost her voice.

Nick's ex-potential one-night stand took the menus in awkward silence and left quickly.

"You asshole!" Nick said as soon as the waitress left.

"Her reaction and yours was priceless," Damien aid laughing.

After a few seconds, Nick joined in the laugh. 

The two laughed almost hysterically that they attracted some customers' attention.

"You know me, Dam. I'm always up for a challenge," Nick said with a wink, a confident smile illuminating his gorgeous face.

[hecvenwept]

@gottgenug​ [ cont. from here ]

SETETH LETS GO OF HIS HAND, and jeralt wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake him to his senses, if only to be able to touch him before he gives into the darkness surrounding his vision. his heartbeat slowing, the feeling in his body fading, even the pain in his back numbing— there isn’t much time left, and he doesn’t want to spend it listening to seteth, who’s refusing to see what’s right in front of him. he’s always been sensible. why not now, when reality is so cold and harsh, it’s impossible to look past?

  he knows why. right now, the answer is too painful to speak aloud.

  then, the glint of a dagger. the hand holding onto byleth tightens against their armour, his blurry gaze fixed onto seteth’s movements. you will not die on me, seteth mutters, just loud enough for the other two to hear, and it’s not a desperate plea, not a false hope. it’s a promise.

    he’s been here once before. collapsed on the ground, bleeding out, after having taken a hit for rhea that should have killed him. to this day, he doesn’t know why she saved him. he stepped in between her and the blade because of duty alone— and when her blood trickled into his mouth, closing the wound and creating the mark of a crest on his body, jeralt didn’t feel loved, he felt indebted.

  his breath hitches as seteth reaches out towards him, a wheezing noise that betrays how quickly his body is shutting down.

  suddenly, the world is very small.

  catching seteth’s gaze, jeralt keeps it, staring him down as best as he can as he tastes blood different from his own. it doesn’t hit him, immediately. there is a moment, as the liquid makes its way down his throat, where he has just enough time to wonder if he should’ve seen this coming. the light of a crest illuminates them, air brushing seteth’s hair from his cheeks. he’s beautiful.

  the pressure on his chest lifts.

  it feels like jumping into a cool lake on a hot summer day, the fire in his chest replaced by a revitalizing chill that has jeralt surging forward, his upper body lifting from the ground as he gasps for air. byleth catches him around the back, careful to not touch the wound, and he thinks he hears them calling for him. the pain grabs hold of him again, but the worst of it vanishes in the next moment, as magic rushes through him and cures whatever cursed damage the dagger left behind. when it’s done, there’s only the flesh wound, and jeralt is nothing but stunned, amazement evident in the way his own hands pat across his chest, as if searching for more injuries.

  he’s out of breath, bleeding, and when he looks at byleth his vision struggles to clear. but he sees the relief in their expression as they hold onto him, grip strong and desperate. they share a look of disbelief, as jeralt realizes: he is alive, and he will stay alive. at least for right now.

  he knows his legs wouldn’t support him if he tried to stand, and his arms feel weak with exhaustion, but this, he can do. he doesn’t think about it, doesn’t for a second consider if it’s a good idea. his head is still spinning, whiplash making it hard to think. before the world has a chance to expand again, before this moment between them disappears, jeralt makes good on his earlier desire.

  his hands, shaky and trembling as they are, envelop seteth’s face, and if his fingers didn’t already leave streaks of blood against the man’s cheeks, it would be jeralt’s lips, as the knight presses forward and brings their mouths together.

For a moment, Seteth fears it will not work; that centuries of hiding, of denial, of the inability to turn to his true form will have somehow served to dilute his blood’s properties, to render it useless --to render him useless, now, when he is most needed and when he most needs Mother’s blessing to answer to his call. 

But the horror of such a possibility --of being unable to save Jeralt after all-- does not even have enough time to properly register as he feels his blood enter Jeralt’s system. For a few heartbeats that feel like hours, Seteth cannot tell where he ends and Jeralt begins;; the knight’s thoughts flashing brightly within his mind, the pain of Jeralt’s wound throbbing across his own body and causing a gasp to rip out of him, more in horror on what the other man had endured rather than the actual sensation. He catches glimpses of Jeralt, of his life: Sitri, smiling. Rhea, knighting him. Byleth, a newborn bundle of life yet still and quiet as the grave as Jeralt runs, the monastery burning behind him. 

Idly, from what he knows about the procedure, he realises that Jeralt is probably going through a similar experience, watching all of Seteth’s unending life flashing before his eyes, reading every thought, ever hidden fear, every concealed feeling. 

He does not mind.

Then, as fast as it begun, it’s all over-- and Seteth is Seteth again, with only his own thoughts and memories for company, his body feeling right and mortal again rather than the vast expanse of earth, life and death it had felt like a few seconds ago. He sighs, drops his head in exhaustion and relief, watches breathlessly as Jeralt’s hands skim over his own chest in disbelief. Seteth can still smell fresh blood, but he knows the wound is no longer fatal, and that the death spell knitted into Kronya’s blade has withered away. Jeralt will carry a nasty scar for the rest of his life (which, Seteth realises, will now be much longer than they both originally believed), and perhaps it will never fully heal, for not even his kind’s divine blood can decidedly chase away the darkness of Shabmhala. But he will live. He will live, and he will be whole, and he won’t have to leave Byleth, or him--

And then Seteth stops thinking about it altogether-- because Jeralt’s bloodied hands suddenly cup his face, gentle and fierce at the same time in a way that Seteth will never be able to comprehend, even after he replays the moment in his mind, later. 

❝ Jeralt-- ❞,  he breathes, and is immediately silenced as the knight’s lips close over his own and-- oh, Goddess, Jeralt truly is kissing him;; Seteth can taste Jeralt’s blood, metallic and hot, mixed with traces of his own, the lingering taste of grass and growing things, and then he decides that, fuck it, Jetalt has only just barely escaped death’s clutches, and if he’s brave enough to do this, then Seteth must show the same bravery himself. Life is, after all, such a fleeting, fragile think.

So the saint doesn’t hesitate;; his own hand comes up to tangle into Jeralt’s hair, the other one snaking around his torso to keep the still-wounded man up and support him. Seteth lets his lips open against Jeralt’s, a sound between a moan and a laugh and a sob tearing out of him, lost into the other man’s mouth. He kisses and is kissed back, and for once, he thinks that to hell with everything, to hell with who he was, who he is, who he should be.

All that matters is that moment, and Jeralt’s lively heartbeath thumping against his own chest. Vigorous. Alive. 

#ლ {ic} sing with me a requiem; the curse of our millenia #ლ {Seteth x Jeralt;; gottgenug} so that’s how it is at the evening time; we drink & we sing when our fighting is done #// tw blood #// tw injury #( I FINALLY FOUND A TAG FOR THEM TOO AAAA. ) #( also so ist es immer cover by samuel kim is such a setjeralt song /cries. )

[xwinterdreams-blog]

The Wonder of It All

Tony/ Pepper/Steve | Post-Avengers (2012)

Falling in love with your teammate is a serious complication when you’re already in a serious relationship with your CEO. Luckily for Tony, Pepper will tell him what to do.

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Ch 2.

Steve was sitting on a couch in the communal floor of the tower reading a book on politics in the 21st century. He’d rather be reading the book on the most influential artists of all time, but he was trying.

Trying to adjust to this new world, and all the knowledge that was required.

Trying to be on the communal floor as often as possible so that he could tell himself he wasn’t hiding. Even though he was.

There was no guide for this. No measure of if he was doing well. Just the unrelenting impression that he was out of sync with everyone.

“Oh Captain, my Captain.” Tony dropped down onto the couch beside Steve, who startled. He must have been really lost in his thoughts if he hadn’t even noticed Tony’s appearance. He didn’t make a quiet entrance. Ever.

“Tony.” He acknowledged neutrally. Speaking of feeling out of sync, he never felt quite so lost as when he spoke with Tony. He doubted that was a man out of time thing. It seemed like more of an intrinsically Tony thing. His presence was overwhelming. Steve was never quite sure how to interact with him without saying the wrong thing. The fact that Tony could talk rings around him while Steve tried futilely to catch up did not help any.

But it was another thing Steve was trying to do. Talking to Tony without getting flustered and one of them snapping at some perceived slight. It had gone rather well the last time, there had been no incidents despite a few near misses. It had Steve feeling rather hopeful, all things considered.

So he didn’t bristle at Tony’s sarcastic opening. He wasn’t being disrespectful. Just Tony, he supposed.

“How are you doing, Cap? Everything meeting your needs?”

“Uh, yes. I’m fine?”

“That a question?” Tony grinned, and Steve couldn’t help but notice how much his face lit up with the expression.

“No,” Steve murmured. “I’m fine, really.”

“Mmm, keep saying it and you might start believing it, huh? Well, be sure to let me know if that changes.” Tony winked. “Anyway, I was thinking you might like to go to this art show with me and Pepper.”

“You… really? Why?” Steve was honestly dumbfounded. That was the last thing he’d expected Tony to say.

Tony shrugged. “Seemed like it’d be something you’re into.”

Oh. That was, nice? Was Tony being nice right now? It certainly seemed like it. “You wouldn’t prefer to go alone? You said how much you value your alone time with Pepper.”

“Ah, but not at art galleries. Trust me, you’ll be a much better art companion then me. I’m just going to say that I went.”

“Not a fan?”

Tony shook his head. “It’s all very… static, isn’t it? But Pep loves it, so.”

There he went again, surprising Steve with his sweetness. He’d come to expect Tony’s clever, sharp mind. His caustic retorts. Arrogant showboating. An inability to take anything seriously unless the fate of the world was at stake, or at the very least, the city.

But this man? Who spoke of his girlfriend with such affection, and a generosity that seemed to belie every other thing Steve had noticed about him. It didn’t seem to fit. Or maybe it did, and Steve had just been getting him wrong.

“In that case, I’d love to.” He smiled warmly, looking forward to seeing more of this Tony he’d been missing. That and getting out of the tower to see some beautiful art might be nice.

He wasn’t quite sure what was behind Tony’s invitation and didn’t buy his casual attitude. But he very much doubted there was anything nefarious about any ulterior motives he may have, so he wasn’t about to question it.

“Excellent.” Tony clapped his hands together and rose from the couch. “We’ll swing by about 11:30 to pick you up. You’ll be here, I assume.” He noted dryly.

Steve’s face heated at Tony’s assessment. “Not hard to figure out, huh?”

Tony hesitated, looking as if he might be debating whether or not to respond. “You could stand to get out a bit more, Cap.”

That was likely a gross understatement. It probably had a lot to do with why Tony had thought to invite him anywhere. They weren’t that close. Steve didn’t mind if it was. He appreciated the gesture that it so clearly was. It seemed that Tony didn’t show his thoughtfulness with words so much as he did through action. Steve could understand that.

“I know,” he started wearily. “I just…”

“Don’t know anyone? Nothing’s familiar enough, yet everything is?”

“Something like that,” he agreed, relieved not to have to form some kind of explanation. Tony’s simplistic explanation said enough.

“Not a problem. Hey, there’s this great burger place you’ll love. Not too extravagant, I promise, but delicious. We’ll go there beforehand, yes?”

Steve opened his mouth to tell Tony it wasn’t necessary, but the look on Tony’s face stopped him. He was excited to introduce Steve to some spots he thought he would enjoy. He couldn’t deny him that, didn’t even know why he would want to.

“Sounds great, Tony. Thanks.”

Tony waved a dismissive hand. “I have inventions to invent. I’ll be seeing you, Cap.” And with that he left as suddenly as he appeared.

—

Steve had kind of hoped he’d gotten over his tendency to make a fool of himself by now. He wasn’t a kid anymore, he’d been through a war, worked very successfully with women in his role as Captain America, and looked nothing like the boy who’d been routinely dismissed by beautiful dames.

But some things never changed. He was still the same as he always was, underneath it all. Which of course meant stumbling over his words the minute he was introduced to Pepper Potts.

“He-hi. M’am. Ms Potts.”

She chuckled, a light, sweet laugh. “Pepper is just fine Steve. If I can call you that?” She raised a delicate brow in a teasing question.

“Of course,” Steve felt a little foolish. It was just meeting the girlfriend of his… friend? Colleague? Guy he lived with? There was no reason to be nervous.

She was just so very pretty and poised. Pepper had a confidence with an underlying kindness that he immediately liked.

“Great. Everyone knows everyone.” Tony looked up from where he’d been tapping away at his phone. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.” He wrapped a hand around Pepper and Steve’s shoulders, shepherding them towards the lift in that overly familiar way of his.

It was the sort of thing that would usually tempt him to bristle, but Steve decided to let it go. It was possible he was also a little bit overly sensitive when it came to Stark. He needed to not always think the worst.

Tony may be bold, and in your face, but he also hadn’t been anything but overwhelmingly generous. With his tower, his resources, and now his time.

He was making overtures of friendship, and Steve thought that it might be nice having Tony as his friend.

—

The burger place was, in fact, delicious. Steve let out a satisfied groan when he finished his last bite. He’d done nothing but focus on eating from the very first taste of his burger.

Tony looked undeniably smug.

“You were right,” Steve said with an air of exasperation. But he wasn’t really. “Delicious.”

“Told you.” Tony gloated.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I just said so, didn’t I?”

“No bickering,” Pepper interjected teasingly. “Not on the weekend. I deal with enough of that during the week.”

Tony frowned, turning to Pepper and sliding an arm around her shoulder. “The board still giving you a hard time?”

“Yes. And I deal with them so you don’t have to, so you have to be nice to me.” She pouted playfully.

“I’m always nice to you,” Tony practically purred, leaning close to nose into Pepper’s neck. “Mm, you smell good. I’ve been doing everything you need me to, right?”

“Yes, you’ve been very good lately, signing paperwork, not avoiding meetings I need you at. But just because you’re not being difficult doesn’t mean they’re not.”

“I’m sorry.” Tony started pressing light kisses up her neck and along her jaw. Pepper blushed and smiled prettily.

Watching all of this was too intimate. Steve felt like he should look away. This was the private version of these two very public and polished people, letting their guard down in a way they clearly only did with each other. He didn’t know Pepper’s public persona very well, besides a few news articles. But he could imagine she would need to project a lot of strength to be CEO.

But right now she looked open and in love. So did Tony. It was… hard to look away from. They made a very compelling couple together. Both very attractive in their own right, but together—and with the warmth that was shared between them—they were absolutely stunning. The way Pepper’s loose strawberry blonde hair fell against Tony, and her delicate hand buried itself in his short, dark waves. They’d make a beautiful picture. Steve’s hand itched to draw it.

Realising, finally, that he was staring, Steve swallowed and looked away. Giving them a little privacy.

“Tony. Stop.”

Steve glanced back to watch them separate and straighten in their seats.

“Sorry about that, Steve.” Pepper smiled apologetically. A beat later she nudged Tony pointedly.

“Right, sorry Cap.” Tony responded immediately. “Forgot we had company for a minute.” His repentant expression that hadn’t been convincing in the first place quickly shifted into a grin. “Can you blame me, though?”

“Tony!” Pepper slapped his arm, but Tony just laughed. No, he wasn’t repentant in the least.

Steve just shook his head in amusement, but didn’t respond. Outwardly. Inwardly he thought that no, he didn’t blame Tony at all. If he was Pepper’s boyfriend he was sure he’d enjoy being close to her at any opportunity, regardless of who was around.

And Steve needed to shut that line of thought down immediately. Didn’t matter if it was hypothetical, he did not need those kinds of thoughts in his head. Pepper was Tony’s girl, and Tony was his friend, or becoming one anyway. So no. Not thinking that again.

“So, Steve, how are you coping with the 21st century?” Pepper asked curiously, continuing the getting to know Steve theme of the lunch. So far they’d already covered what growing up in Brooklyn in the 30s was like, the war, and how he became Captain America.

Nothing too heavy, not that that could be avoided in any of those topics, but he didn’t linger on the more painful aspects.

“It’s—” Steve hesitated, trying to settle on how to answer that question, eventually giving up with a resigned huff.

“You don't have to answer that.” Pepper said quickly.

“It’s fine,” Steve shrugged. “I don’t mind the question, it’s just not so easy to answer, I suppose. The 21st century is…a lot. Great, terrible. Fascinating, overwhelming.” Lonely. “I’m not sure I… know. How I’m coping. I’m trying to adjust.” He frowned at his answer. It wasn’t a very good one, he probably should’ve just said something about how much everything has changed or something. But this felt more honest.

Pepper nodded sympathetically. “I can’t even imagine. It’s so much to take in all at once, and a lot to learn. It sounds as if you’re doing admirably.”

“I don’t know about that,” he said ruefully. “If you asked Tony he’d probably say I’m doing pretty badly.”

“You wound me, sir. I would never.”

Steve raised a sceptical brow.

“Okay, yes. I tease you from time to time about being a grandpa—” Steve scoffed because it was a lot more often than that, but Tony just continued. “And I was maybe a little concerned that you were hiding out. A bit. That’s not to say you haven’t adapted well. You have. When it comes to the things you need to know to be a good Captain America, I don’t have a single concern. I just think you don’t know what to do with yourself the rest of the time, which, understandable.”

Steve nodded, a smile forming. He appreciated hearing that from Tony. That he could see he was doing well. He had put his all into not being out of the loop so that he could be a good team leader. Figuring out how to fight, how to understand the world so that he could strategize, no problem. How to have a life? Much harder.

They moved on to other topics after that, and it was a very enjoyable lunch. Pepper talked a bit about what was going on at Stark Industries at the moment and Tony chimed in with things he’d been working on or thinking about working on. It was nice getting the attention off of him for a bit, and learning more about what they both did.

—

It wasn’t what he’d been expecting, this humble little gallery with unknown artists. He’d expected going to the Met or something he supposed.

Steve wouldn’t have minded that in the least, as he’d been there a few times by himself and the art was incredible. It wasn’t like he never went out. Just not often.

But he found himself charmed by this small gallery with hundred dollar paintings instead of million dollar ones. Like the kind of place he could have started a career in, if his life had gone so very differently.

When Steve looked at Tony with raised brows that communicated his surprise, he simply raised his hands.

“Hey, don’t look at me. I’m simply along for the ride.” With that said, he started circling the room, eyeing up the paintings. Tony didn’t spend long on each one, moving on fairly quickly after a cursory glance. But his eyes lingered on a few, and Steve wondered what it was that caught his eye.

Shaking off the thought for later—perhaps he’d even ask Tony which ones he liked after he’d had a look himself—Steve turned his attention to Pepper, who watched him with a pleased curve to her lips.

“Good choice?” She phrased it as a question, but it was more of a statement.

“Very.”

“Good.” Pepper took a step closer to him, curling her hand around Steve’s as she led him around the room. “A friend of mine runs it, and I thought you would enjoy something a little… low-key.”

“That was thoughtful.” Steve glanced at Pepper. “Tony gave me the impression I was just tagging along.”

“Of course. I wanted to show Cassie my support. But I do like to be efficient.”

“Uh-huh. So you didn’t come up with this just because Tony asked you to?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Pepper said, but her smile was too sly to be believed.

“It’s fine. He must think I’m being pretty pathetic if he feels the need to hang out with me.”

Pepper squeezed his arm. “Not pathetic. Lonely, maybe?”

Steve sighed. Nodded reluctantly.

“Tony sees a problem, he wants to solve it. That’s just who he is. He can’t ignore it. But the fact that it even registers as something worth his attention? It means it’s important to him.”

Steve felt warm all of a sudden. He liked thinking of it that way. That he was important to Tony and so worth making an effort. It was much better than the picture he’d painted for himself of Tony simply pitying him.

“Thanks Pep. Pepper. Sorry.” Steve coughed, face hot. They’d only just met, that was far too soon for intimate nicknames. What was wrong with him? Why was it so difficult to just address her without sounding like an idiot?

But he just felt inexplicably close to her. She’d been so warm and welcoming he felt like he’d known her longer. It had to be because of hearing Tony talk about her. That’s what he called her, after all. So it was Tony’s fault it just slipped out.

Pepper simply smiled, not seeming to mind his familiarity.

As they walked she told him the stories of some of the artists, mentioning other pieces they’d done that she really liked. Eventually they caught up to Tony, who was pondering a painting a little more intently than usual.

“Like this one, do you?” Pepper asked, releasing Steve’s arm to wrap her arms around Tony, looking over his shoulder. Steve tried not to frown just because his arm felt a little cold now.

“Mm, yeah. It’s very…controlled chaos.” He gestured to the dark swirling shapes of the painting.

“Perfect for you, then.”

“I want it. Get it for me?”

Pepper chuckled. “Of course. I’ll have it arranged. Are you actually going to display this one?”

“Of course. I like it.”

“As opposed to the million dollar paintings that are just too boring?”

“Precisely.”

“You have absolutely no appreciation for fine art.” Pepper sighed, but didn’t sound all that irritated. More fond.

Steve watched them in fascination. The way they interacted with each other was interesting. They had very different personalities, and there was a definite push and pull between them that came from that. But the affection that they had for each other ran deep, how long they’d known each other having created a very deep bond.

Tony had a tendency to tell Pepper what he wanted and expect her to do his bidding, but he also seemed to defer to her a lot, like ultimately she was the one in charge. It was a peculiar balance. He supposed that it had a lot to do with their professional relationship.

But the thing he noticed most was that they seemed very happy together. It made Steve glad for Tony that he had that in his life, even as he felt a pang of envy. And grief.

Steve had thought he might have that… once. That after he’d done his duty—but his duty had landed him here, instead. He’d missed his chance with Peggy, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to find something like that again.

Not in this unfamiliar world where he barely felt like he belonged.

#wonder of it all #ch2 #pepperstony #pepper potts #tony stark #steve rogers #getting to know each other #bonding #yearning #steve pov #avengers 2012 #marvel #mcu #myfics #fanfic

[yandere-sins]

His Love

Horrortober Day 4: Needle  |  “It’s just a tiny sting. You won’t notice it at all.”

Day 4! Time is passing so fast... but I am glad to do this challenge :3 I think the biggest challenge for me is actually writing for the character’s I predetermined at the beginning. I find myself wanting to switch them around for prompts but no! I will stick to the list and keep challenging myself ^-^

Warnings: Yandere, TW Needle/Syringe, Kidnapping, Gags and being tied up, Sedation Characters: Dazai Osamu x Reader

It was wrong.

With tears streaming down your face, you had to recognize that everything you thought had been right was actually terribly wrong. You only just met him. Perhaps it had been a month now. But really, you only just met this wonderful stranger named Dazai. He didn’t just catch your eye, he also pulled at your heartstrings. It was the kind of love you always had wanted, just… it wasn’t. Not really. 

Not if that love meant being held captive, gagged and tied, staring into the face of a madman.

Something about the way he held the needle in his hand, clear drops of something collecting at its nozzle, seemed utterly wrong. Not just morally. Morally it was very wrong. No one should fear getting injected with something unknown. But the way he held it was strange enough to ring alarm bells. As if he didn’t know how to properly use it.

As if he didn’t know what he was doing.

“Shh,” Dazai shushed you calmly, holding down your right leg as you began to move and struggle again. Panic rose inside of you, festering in every inch of your body. NO! you wanted to scream at him, your bare feet trying to kick Dazai or at least the syringe out of his hand. Whatever his plan was, you didn’t want to have anything to do with it. 

You’ve tried being calm, tried being patient with him. When he invited you over to his apartment, only to spike the tea he served you with drugs, you were scared, yes. But you tried your best to work with him and his crazy wishes. No useless question fell off your lips anymore after Dazai stared at you crazed when you asked him if you could leave. You’ve been so good. So why did you have to go through this?

“It’s just a tiny sting. You won’t notice it at all,” Dazai assured you, or rather, reassured you. But with your mouth gagged, you couldn’t tell him how little you feared the needle and how much you feared what it would transfer in your body. With the last bit of effort you could come up with, you looked at him, fixating his eyes with yours. As miserable as you could, you pleaded with him silently to please not do it.

And for a moment, it seemed to work. Dazai merely stared back. You weren’t sure what he saw, maybe it was his own reflection that made him hesitant, but it caught him, made him lower his arm. “You know,” he mumbled, slowly painting his fingers over your leg. It gave you goosebumps, but at the same time, it helped to lower your anxiety, seeing how he relaxed. “I don’t like doing this to you, either.”

Even you knew those were empty words. Just like all the other words he always told you. Dazai’ loved you’, ‘adored you’ even. What a joke. ‘Couldn’t imagine a life without you’ and ‘wished to always be with you’. And he could have! Some part of you believed that if he hadn’t done these things to you—kidnapping and mistreating you in every way possible—then perhaps, you two could have become the couple he wanted. He could have proved you wrong. Proved that the love you always wanted did exist!

You two could have found a way to live. With each other or apart, but in love. Beautiful, pure love. But not like this. Not with him still gripping the syringe in his hand, eyes lowering to leer at your body presented to him like a gift. A gift he wrapped himself while you were unconscious like so many of your days now. Because you were his present to enjoy, no matter if you liked it or not. 

A sigh of relief left you, despite getting stuck on the gag, and you dared to look away, only to feel his grip tighten around your ankle again. Alarmed, you opened your eyes again, looking at a man full of disappointment and anger. Back was the tension that left you before and gone the feeling of safety you irresponsibly allowed yourself to have after the threat seemed banned. 

“I don’t like doing it, but I hate it even more to see you’ve been hiding this from me.”

From his trouser’s back pocket, Dazai pulled a black, rectangle object, dangling it in front of your face. Shit, you thought, and you were pretty sure the truth was showing in your expression. You knew exactly what it was: your savior. A phone that the man who came to patch you up after a rough fight with your captor two days ago left you. It had been a risk to have, but you hid it in the cover of your pillow. But without the possibility to use it until now, this random act of kindness had been in vain. You’ve been wanting to dial the emergency contacts, but before you could, Dazai had forced you to rest, leaving you restrained until he came back. But you didn’t think he could find it, even if you never used it. 

“Why must there be secrets between us, my love? You know I hate being deceived, but let’s be honest, did you really think I wouldn’t find it?”

Tugging at your ankle, you yelped, losing the strength in your body to keep yourself up and face him. You’ve been good. All this time, you had been understanding and patient. But who could blame you for clinging to a ray of hope? Shaking your head, you tried to plead with him again, but this time, his expression was merely filled with conceited disappointment. As if he was any better than you. That overprotective, obsessed, and mad asshole. 

“So while I go out and find who dared putting these stupid thoughts in your head, I can’t risk you being as awake and clever as you think you are.”

The syringe came back in sight, and you felt almost defeated, knowing there was nothing you could do against a decision he had already made. There was only hoping for the best and trying to prepare for the awakening by his side later, coddled and suffocating in his chest. 

“Dazai,” you said, but what came out was probably nothing more than blabbering against the gag. If he could say empty words, then so could you. If your survival depended on being sweet and kind to the man who was ruining you with his mere presence, then you would be what he wanted from you. 

His eyes opened wide, his name being such a rare word to hear from you, even if you butchered it with your inability to speak properly. Letting go of your ankle, he climbed on top of you, making it easier to look at him again while you laid down and relaxed. “I love you,” you lied, the feelings never reaching your eyes, but they certainly lifted Dazai’s mood. “Me too!” he sighed, smiling softly. “I love you too.”

It really was just a tiny sting, but against his promise, you felt it painfully in the side of your upper body. Letting out a strained groan, you temporarily tensed before you were sedated, eyes slowly closing as you drifted off to another sleepless night for you. In the cold, dark bunker that Dazai called your home, nothing seemed safe, and nothing was right. You could do everything you dared, but you couldn’t do the things you wanted. 

However, something even Dazai had to realize at some point was that you hadn’t given up yet. You’d never. You had a life before this—one you loved. Even if you had to make yourself small and loveable, endure the hardships of a thousand needles and the love of a psycho who you once thought was the man of your dreams, you wouldn’t give up. You wanted to believe that there was more to life than being here, that there was so much more to see and experience than the trauma you were going through. That there still was true love waiting for you. A love that was stronger than all of this. 

But did you really believe you were stronger than that cunning man who calls you the love of his life?

#dazai #dazai osamu #dazai bsd #yandere dazai #yandere!dazai #Bungou Stray Dogs #BDS #yandere bds #yandere!bds #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere!bungou stray dogs #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW #horrortoberchallenge2021

[a-gal-with-taste]

POV - Flawless (any part let us just see the stinky man simping)

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

Oooooo, let's rewind the clock a bit~!

Original: Flawless Part 1 (NSFW)

"You are to keep quiet, next we meet." He snarls, resisting the urge to point his finger at you, least you see the trembling in his limbs. "Understood?"

You say nothing, gazing at him with wide eyes. But they are not full of fear at his rebuke, only concern. Concern, worry for him, looking up without a stitch of clothing on as you kneel on the bed and stare at him with furrowed brows.

No one has ever looked at him, like the way you do now.

It's overpowering, combined with your earlier words, and Silco hides his inability to catch his breath with a dark snarl, snatching the mask and fastening it on his face as he sweeps himself out the room.

Nearly running into another barely-clothed worker in the establishment halls, but his eyes don't wander in his furious storming through this brothal. The gold glint of his boots are clear in his gaze, but Silco can only repeat the image of you in his mind as he strides down the steps.

You, hair askew and wild on the pillows, sweat grazing on your brow but this only encourages your natural beauty to shine.

You, unable to open your eyes to look at him in the depths of your pleasure, even though there's a foolish, terrible part of Silco that so wants, so needs to see your eyes on him...

You, parting your lips with a weak little gasp, and sending him spiraling as you breath out that he is-

"I need a new one," Desperately, Silco is trying to clear thoughts of you from his mind. The loud clang of the coin-purse slammed onto the table is a start, but he still hears your breathless praise echoing in his mind as the matron blinks in bewilderment. "Really? You've been with her longer than anyone has-"

"Yes, well, I suppose that just confirms that I need something new, doesn't it?"

Boots begin to storm a hole into the floor below as he mind whirls, the pleasure housekeeper droning about his other options, about compensation and apologizing for his apparent poor-time that caused such a sudden change, but all he can think of is you.

You, who begged for the chance to look at him without any concealment or masks to protect his identity in the brothal, eyes closed with water riveting down your face.

You, who shouldn't have stood out to him amongst the girls in his selection, but between you and your vauge look alike, you were the one who had smiled at him, not in a sultry way, but in a way that made your face glow.

You, who didn't even push for him to hurry up or just leave, the one time he didn't come for sex.

Fingers coursing and massaging his scalp as you lay together in silence, saying nothing, and making it a perfect visit, with only your presence alone.

You, who Silco realizes in devastation, that he's gotten attached to.

"Wait." Papers, photos and brief descriptions of other workers for his consideration. Leather creaks as he curls his gloved-fists tighter, but, after another moment, he manages to work out, "I've... changed my mind. I will keep her."

The owner and matriarch of the brothal raises a brow, but before she can ask, he whips his head to her with a low, uncompromising hiss, "I'm keeping her. No one else... she's to remain mine, as per the contract we agreed on. Her services are for me alone, and it will continue that way."

Silco should know better.

He should be seeing the moment, that damn word slipping though your mouth as what it truly is; part of a performance. Something almost applause worthy, for it still echos through his mind like it came from the mouth of a lover, and not the whore, in actuality, you are.

"You're sure?" Even the matron seems hesitant, as if she knows, or at least suspects, even with the mask on concealing his identity and expression. "We have the second-option still available for your pleasure, if you'd like?"

Silco can recall the second choice, faintly. She played per part well, flipping her hair back while gazing up at him through long lashes with a small smirk dancing on her lips.

Then he recalls his first, the one he chose.

You.

And with image of you firmly embedded in his mind, the Eye of Zaun knows for certainty, that there is no other who could take your place.

It's terrifying, and with your breathless murmur still echoing in his ear, he has to physically keep from shivering as he croaks out a hoarse, "I'm sure. Deliver double my normal payment..." Some sense of control begins to return to him, and he adds through gritted teeth before storming out of the office, and the brothal all together. "And remind her to keep quiet at our next meeting."

Because Silco knows, without a doubt, that he truly is doomed if he has to hear you call him flawless again.

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[3rdgymbros]

— title; love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades.

— pairing; xiao x reader

— summary; in which, even as a ghost, you still find yourself watching over xiao

— notes; dedicated to @oikadiors. happy birthday, and thank you for being my friend.

Your voice is the first to break the stillness. “No luck?”

The blonde traveller snaps to attention, nearly stumbling down the stairs, and promptly backpedals into the wall. He hits the wooden panelling and stares dead ahead, at how you seem to have materialised from thin air, standing at the very bottom of the landing.

Appearing to be on the very cusp of youthhood, your features are perfect and beautiful – most stunning of all are your eyes, which sparkle with brightness and good humour. A bright blue flower is pinned to the front of your purple robes, which, though made from the finest silks, appear to be a tad old-fashioned, the design of which could never be replicated by the clothing shops so prominent in the harbour of Liyue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Your lips come together, and you offer him an apologetic smile, your head dipping into a formal bow. “Were you talking to Xiao?”

The boy’s companion gapes at you. Her tone screams volumes of her displeasure. “You know that cranky Adeptus?”

“Fufu, you’re not the first person to call him that.” You use the sleeve of your robes to hide your smile and muffle your laughter. “I managed to get the gist of the conversation. The two of you need to see Xiao, right?”

The traveller relaxes a little, but alertness and curiosity continue to burn in his eyes. “You wouldn’t happen to know how, would you?”

You tap your finger to your lips, considering. “I might have an idea or two.”

Moments later, the three of you find yourselves inside the sugar-perfumed kitchen of Wangshu Inn. Pots bubble cheerfully on the stove, and you call out instructions to Aether and Paimon, watching from the sidelines and occasionally correcting the way that they hold a knife, or strain mixtures into bowls.

“What are we making now?” Aether asks, liberally adding tomatoes to his salad, which is full of bright colours and textures. He’d been so excited to make it that you hadn’t had the heart to tell him that Xiao only ate almond tofu – had been doing so for centuries on end now.

“This is my speciality. It’s called Tau Huay.” You say. You try to pick up a bowl, but your fingers mist through it, and you’re left with a sudden sense of loss. Aether and Paimon are both silent, but you’re acutely aware of their gazes, weighing heavily upon your shoulders. Then you push a smile onto your lips that is broken in several spots. “Would you be willing to help me make it?”

It’s a sweet dish. Almost as sweet as the almond tofu. You know the recipe by heart. Chilled soyabean milk, agar powder, flavoured with a generous amount of sweet ginger syrup. Xiao had loved it, had always fallen upon your cooking with an eagerness that had melted your heart. You remember this much. Your breath catches in your throat.

It’s hard for you to see through the sudden well of tears that threatens.

“Aren’t you coming?” Aether asks, bearing a tray with three of the offerings balanced precariously upon it.

Your voice is scraped raw. “Of course.”

The walk up the stairs is short, but to you, it feels like an eternity, with how slowly you’re moving, your movements mechanical as you focus on placing first one foot in front of you, then the other. Aether and Paimon soon leave you behind in their haste to see Xiao. And in their wake, there is a sudden, hollow silence, accompanied by a frigid soreness buried so deep inside that no amount of heat will be able to wring it out.

“Where did you get this?” Xiao’s voice is sharp, and not nearly as steady as he would have hoped.

Your chest feels hollow. Everything inside you uncoils.

Time is a funny thing. It means nothing to an Adeptus, or to a ghost such as yourself. It’s been centuries since you’ve last seen him, and you find yourself drinking in his every feature; the bright gold of his eyes, his delicate features, the choppy length of his hair. Just looking at him is enough to bring you to times long gone. You can still remember the smell of his skin, the warmth in his eyes when he’d stared at you when he thought you weren’t looking, the calloused roughness of his hands that were exceedingly gentle as they’d held yours.

“That person, there – They told us to make it.”

“Where?”

Comprehension flickers across Aether’s face, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. Your inability to cook. The way you’d materialised from thin air. The oddness of your clothes. “Can’t you see them? They’re standing by the door, just over there.”

You’ve never seen Xiao move so quickly before. He’s standing before you almost instantly, his features contorted as he lifts up a hand, trying desperately to hold onto what little of you there still is.

But it’s a futile effort.

He can’t see you.

He can’t touch you.

You can only watch as his fingers slip through the air, leaving you with a spark of sadness. Your heart twists in your chest, your lips open in a silent cry. Your own pain is reflected upon his face; it’s an expression the two of you are intimately familiar with.

It is a curious thing, watching someone so strong fall to pieces. How quietly Xiao has endured everything that has fallen upon him. But now, with you standing so close, and yet so far from him, the smallest sound escapes from his parted lips, the quietest breaking of a soul.

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[buckyownsmylife]

Animal of the Night - Tom Hardy smut

The one where you decided to tempt Tom by wearing a sexy Venom costume.

Warnings: smut, jealousy, possessiveness, daddy kink, oral sex (m), spanking, dirty talk, name-calling, choking

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: this was requested by the lovely @jbreenr​ a while back and it’s finally here 😎

Tom’s P.O.V.

I’d been casually watching the door, waiting for her to arrive like it was no big deal, but it absolutely was. I’d been dying to see her ever since filming wrapped, but because there was still so much to be done until I could go back home and she was knees deep in some work herself, we’d agreed that we’d meet at this off-season Halloween party one of our friends was throwing. Even though I much preferred to be locked inside a room with her all night.

“Hey, man! What you’ve been up to?” I got distracted as the host of the night finally approached me to make some light conversation. It had been a while since we had the opportunity to chat - I’d been spending all my time in the city at her apartment or mine, consequently ignoring our group of friends as I’d much rather be buried deep inside of her, but I had to admit that I did miss the guys.

Not enough to stop me from wishing I was alone with her, though.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve been so absent. You know… work. What have you been up to?” I accepted the beer he was offering as well as the hug, throwing one last glance at the door before turning my body to fully concentrate on him.

“Just the usual. Work hard and play hard. Not a lot going on at the moment.” I nodded, taking a swig of the beer before I realized I should probably ask about the rest of the gang.

“What about everyone else? Is something different going on?” Tyler seemed to think for a moment - it’s never too easy to come up with stuff to talk about when put at the spot, I should know that - but then his eyebrows shot up and a big smile opened on his face, clear indications that he had thought of something interesting.

“Yeah! I don’t know if you’ve heard this already, I know you two are kinda close, but with you being away… Apparently, Y/N has a boyfriend.” My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach at that, panic clawing my insides and begging me to start yelling.

How could she start dating and not tell me about it? Sure, she was free to find a boyfriend, what we had wasn’t exactly official, and consequently, not exclusive, but I thought I deserved at least some update when she found someone to replace me.

The thought of her being with anyone else burned me to the core, and I held the bottle of beer so tightly I was surprised it didn’t break. Grinding my teeth so Tyler wouldn’t realize there was something wrong, I asked as monotonously as I could, “Oh, really? Who’s the guy?” But all I got was a shrug.

“We don’t know, she hasn’t introduced him to anyone yet. We just assume that’s the case because she’s been skipping all of our meetings but when she does come, she giggles at her phone all the time.”

She used to do that with me. When we were all out and I’d text her something I couldn’t say out loud. I always found it adorable, and the idea of her giggling for someone else’s stupid jokes almost made me puke on the spot.

“It’s no wonder she’s been keeping him hidden, really,” Tyler continued, completely oblivious to what I was going through. “She always did like the bad boy types.”

That comment made me frown, thinking back on her exes. In all the time that we had known each other, she had only had a handful of boyfriends - but maybe those were just the ones she introduced me to. The only thing that they seemed to have in common was their absolute inability to treat her how she deserved to be treated, so while I didn’t necessarily think that she had a type, if there was one way to define them, it would definitely be as “bad”.

“Mind if I join you, boys?” A seductive and familiar voice came from behind me, instinctively making me stand up straighter before turning around.

“Oh, fuck…” I heard Tyler comment at the same time that I took in her costume, my eyebrows shooting up as he continued, “You look fucking hot!” and I spilled out, “What the hell are you wearing?”

Y/N frowned, looking down at her own clothing like she had honestly forgotten what it was that she was dressed into - a sexy, slutty version of my venom character, barely recognizable with the lack of fabric.

“I’m venom!” She excitedly exclaimed, looking up at me again with a huge grin. “I thought you’d be the first to recognize it. What kind of an actor are you, really?”

Tyler chuckled behind us, but I could only focus on the woman looking up at me, provoking all sort of conflicting feelings to course through my body. There was jealousy and longing, desire and possessiveness. All I knew was that I needed to get her in a secluded environment in the next five minutes, or I would publicly explode.

“Come here with me, will ya?” I took her by the elbow, effortlessly moving us through the crowd of our drunk friends until I found an empty room I could shove her in, paying no attention to Tyler’s low whistle as we left him behind.

Once the door was safely closed, I turned around to stare down at her, really taking in her outfit. “I thought you knew better than to tease me like this,” I chastised, clicking my tongue as a smirk painted my lips at seeing her shiver when my voice dropped. Boyfriend or no boyfriend, I could still pull a reaction from her.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“We have quite a lot of things to discuss, little girl…” I bit my lower lip in an attempt to reel myself in and remain motionless, instead of just jumping on the man I was so desperate to feel up.

It’d been way too fucking long. Any time apart from Tom was already hard on me, but ever since we started fucking, any night I had to spend without his gorgeous body hovering over mine was particularly painful to me.

Which is why I decided to wear this “sexy” Venom costume. Even though he offered to meet me back in my place, I knew he missed his friends - our friends - and this way, we could get everything we wanted.

I just had to make his resolve crack so he’d pull me into the nearest bedroom and bang me five ways into tomorrow, and later we’d rejoin the party and mingle again.

By the way my night had been going, I could see I was very close to getting what I wanted.

Tilting my head to the side, the picture-perfect idea of the innocent little girl he always liked to treat me as, I asked, “What’s wrong, daddy?”

Tom’s reaction was… surprising. His mouth fell open, his fists curled and he stood there watching me until suddenly he was all over me, pulling me to stand on my tiptoes so our lips could connect.

I moaned into the kiss, briefly forgetting about his odd behavior as the familiar taste of him invaded my mouth. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned when we parted, leaving me almost dizzy with desire as I rapidly blinked a few times to be able to focus on him once more.

“What would your boyfriend think about you being locked up in a bedroom with me, wearing this, huh, sweetheart?” And now I was back to confused. What the hell was he talking about?

“Boyfriend?” I asked, pushing him away just enough to look him in the eye. Tom’s expression was inscrutable as he stared down at me with that fire in his eyes that never failed to make me shiver.

“Yes, boyfriend. Tyler told me all about it,” he commented, shrugging as if it was no big deal, yet his fingers pressed tightly against my hips, keeping me close to him. The anger was clear in every single one of his features.

I could read between the lines. I knew Tom like the back of my hand, through the years of friendship and now… whatever the hell this was. The hint of possessiveness was there, just threatening to take over, and my God was I desperate to see how it would play out.

“What did Tyler say?” I asked, looking up at him from under my eyelashes as I tried not to let my smile grow, so he wouldn’t catch up onto what was happening earlier than I wanted him to.

“That you’ve been skipping outings and whenever you do go, you’re always staring at your phone and giggling.” I bit my lip so I wouldn’t giggle right then, turning away from him in the hopes of hiding my expression.

When I turned around once more, his eyebrows were raised. It was clear he wanted an explanation, so I cleared my throat and tried to speak as seriously as I was able to do at that moment.

“Oh, right…” I didn’t deny it, fiddling with some random knick knacks on the bedside table. “You mean… like I do when I’m talking to you?”

Looking at him over my shoulder, I watched as realization suddenly hit, and that’s when I couldn’t control myself anymore. I dropped to my knees before him, mouth watering just at the prospect of having that delicious cock of his deep in my throat, filling my mouth.

A beautiful blush spread over his chest as he panted over me, a sign of just how affected he was, with his lustful eyes watching my every movement when I started to suck on his member.

“What about the costume?” He asked, making me giggle when I pulled back to answer, but kept my hands working his cock, keeping him hard and ready for me.

“I just wanted to tempt you.” A growl escaped his chest, making me even wetter just as he reached for my hair and pulled me back to my feet.

“You should have reconsidered if you wanted my dick anywhere near you.” I whined when I realized what he meant. Even though I loved his punishments, I was aching for his cock, and he was right - I wanted it now. So maybe I should have thought twice before looking for this slutty venom costume just so I could rile him up. “Now I’m gonna have to spank the shit out of you.”

He bent me over the bed, pushing the cheap fabric of my clothing to my stomach and exposing my naked pussy to his gaze. “You’re such a whore,” he chuckled when he realized I had forgone any type of underwear, and I found myself rubbing my thighs to get some relief from hearing him call me names.

Should I feel bad that it got me so hot? Oh, well. There was really nothing I could do about it except hope he would take care of me eventually.

Tom’s P.O.V.

Witnessing her pleasure in being humiliated like this only added to my frustration. She really was the perfect woman for me, but instead of ravishing her like I wished I could do, I’d have to entertain myself with her delectable ass, all ‘cause she decided to behave like a slut to catch my attention.

“You look so delicious, darling,” I teased her by running my fingers over her pussy lips, gathering some of the nectar already threatening to spill from there. “It’s a shame you misbehaved.”

I let my hand fall over her right cheek then, startling her so I could hear her yelp. I knew she got off on the pain - it was another thing that I loved about her - but it wouldn’t be half as fun if she didn’t pretend this truly was a punishment, huh?

“Can’t reward that kind of teasing,” I kept admonishing her, slowly inserting a finger into her hole, frustrating the both of us further just so I could have her trembling in anticipation, trying to guess what type of touch I’d grant her next.

But I needed to get this show on the road so I could fuck her properly, so abandoning all type of play, I laid slap after slap on her ass, watching it bounce back after each spank, hearing her moans before they were drowned by the sounds of the party downstairs.

“Daddy!” She moaned, clinging to my thigh, making me even harder inside my jeans. She really did love getting her ass spanked, and I loved her ass, so I’d take any opportunity to get my hands on it.

“You know how long I’ve been dreaming of burying myself deep inside this pussy, little girl? Do you?” I snarled, hearing her whimpers like they were music to my ears. “And then you pull shit like this, and how the fuck am I supposed to keep myself together long enough to tame your bratty ass?”

Her thighs began to tremble, fingernails biting on the skin of my thigh. I knew what this meant, so I immediately stopped spanking her, pulling her by her hair so I could whisper in her ear, “I know you’re a whore, but no cumming before I have my dick inside of you, got it?”

She cried out at the authoritative tone in my voice, but I knew her well enough by now to know that she wasn’t done testing me yet. “You can’t control my orgasm,” she dared to fight me. “You don’t own me. I’m not yours.”

I clutched her throat, cutting off her air so I wouldn’t have to listen to any more of her shit.

“Shut. Up.” Her eyes were wide when I threw her on the bed, pulling her by the ankles so her legs were dangling off of it, keeping her on her stomach as I unbuckled my belt.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” I complained as I climbed up her body and forced her legs open as wide as they could go, considering the position, and slid home. I knew it wouldn’t hurt her because she was already dripping, but I also knew she’d feel the stretch from being without me for so long.

Call me sentimental, but I didn’t feel like I had to ask to know she hadn’t been with anyone else, considering our previous conversation.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You didn’t say shit like that when I had you over my lap, screaming for your daddy, huh?” He taunted, hand pulling on my hair once more as the other held my hips down, granting him the leverage he needed to fuck me against the mattress. “Or when I fucked you so hard that you couldn’t walk without feeling me for a week.”

That was a fun day. Memories of our last time together rushed through me, adding to my arousal, especially once I remembered how smug he was when I told him about my difficulties to walk during our weekly calls.

It was good to know he’d thought about it so much that it still lived in his mind, all those months later.

“Should have known I’ve owned you ever since I shoved my cock inside this tight little pussy, sweetheart.” I shivered when he whispered the warning against my ear, voice low and seductive like that night he took me in a bar’s bathroom before taking me home. It’d been the culmination of years of sexual frustration and dirty dreams, and I still thought about it every time I had to get myself off.

“How did you think this would go?” He questioned, incredulity clear in his tone. “Did you think you could fuck me until you were tired and then I’d let you go find a little boy toy you could control? Oh, no, darling.”

“There’s no going back anymore, little girl.” The threat had me coming around him, eyes rolling to the back of my head as the entire moment became too much for my poor hungry body to handle.

I’d always been known for biting off more than I could chew, but honestly, I’d rather die than waste the opportunity to be owned like this by Tom fucking Hardy.

“I’m not gonna leave this pussy, sweetheart,” he continued, like he was honestly telling me something that I didn’t want to happen. “Ever.” To drive his point home, he kept fucking me through my orgasm, pulling on my hair as my moans became whimpers and my hands bunched up the sheets of a stranger’s bed.

“It’s mine now.” With that, he pulled me back enough that he could meet my gaze, allowing me to witness him panting with his own pleasure, eyes darkened as he took in how my body folded to abide by his wishes. “You’re mine,” he announced, such firmness in his tone that any doubt that could have lived inside of me instantly disappeared.

I knew this wasn’t just dirty talk anymore. He was telling me the truth - he was warning me of a fact, now. My body belonged to him.

Still, I guess even he needed to be reassured from time to time, because the next thing to fall from his lips was a plead, “Tell me that you want me.” His cock kept plunging in and out of my cavern, caressing my oversensitive walls in that way I loved so much. “Say that you are mine.”

I didn’t even hesitate before granting him exactly what he wanted.

“I’m yours, daddy, all yours!” I cried out, entire body trembling underneath his,  desperate to make sure he heard me so he wouldn’t keep me away from my second orgasm of the night. “Oh, God!” I pleaded, fucking myself back against him. “Please don’t stop, daddy! Please!

Tom’s P.O.V.

“I’m not gonna stop, darling,” I assured her, hands caressing her back in an effort to calm her down. “Not until I feel you clenching around me.” A groan escaped me when I felt her do just that, and I didn’t know if it was on purpose or if another orgasm had hit her.

“Why would I ever stop fucking you?” I was babbling now, I knew - delirious with my own pleasure, trying to get her to cum one last time before me so she could milk my orgasm in that way only she knew how. “Best fucking pussy I ever fucked, would never leave you if I could.”

A strangled cry escaped her, right when blinding white bliss took over my sight and I pulled out just in time to stroke my release over her ass, grunting in the relief that followed.

“Fuck, I love you,” I whispered to the silence of the room before she turned around from underneath me, unworried about dirtying up the bed that didn’t belong to either of us.

Pulling me by my shirt, she whispered against my lips, “I love you more, daddy.”

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