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suguru-getos · 5 months

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Fluffcember with Satoru Gojo

Prompt: Reassurances

Summary: You are in the early phases of your relationship with Satoru where you haven't even kissed each other yet. Taking things comfortingly and achingly slow. Unfortunately for you, you’re reminded of his ‘Uncommitted Fuckboy’ & he reassures you through it. Warnings: None really, just extreme fluff and comfort and Satoru being a care-giver and a Daddy pro max!

Your brother came back from a gathering of sorts, it was all related to Jujutsu High and being a third-year there, he was privy to a lot of information you weren’t. Though now that you’re dating his Sensei without actually telling him, your questions & curiosities have increased a tenfold. “So, how was your day?”

Your brother came in, opened the fridge like a racoon in a dumpster & took out a Coke zero, clearly tired & a tad annoyed. “S’ good.” He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Something very funny happened today.”

You irked a brow, mostly all the funny things are related to your now boyfriend. "What happened?" You asked, curiosity bubbling behind your eyes.

"There's this sorcerer- her name's Mei Mei, she flirts with Sensei so hard it's hilarious!" He cackled, manspreading on the dining table seat after microwaving the sandwich and sighed. "She was all like- 'of course Satoru kun, you can help me can't you?' because she was assigned a mission which was seemingly hard." You felt a pang of anxiety touch your chest at that, nodding with a faked smile. Can't show your brother you're affected by this after all.

"H-heh, funny… what did he say?" You inquired, and your brother shrugged. "Said he would help." You bite your lip, of course- Satoru is not someone to refuse his aid to anyone. Even you knew that about him… but clearly, did he not pick up the signals? "Shyeah- of course." You waved your hand dismissively. "I think they have done it definitely." Your brother snickers. "I mean- Sensei is so popular I'm sure all the female sorcerers would've wanted a piece of him." He groans, "So annoying to me though."

You smiled, not able to maintain this conversation without it affecting your core. Satoru was gorgeous, he could pick a finger at anything and would get that for himself. There was absolutely no doubt about it. Which is why… it's concerning as to why he is dating someone like you. Someone so normal, someone miles away from the Jujutsu world. Someone who had no place in his world. He was utterly sweet to you as well. So far you haven't had any arguments with him either. A defeated sigh escaped your parted lips as the thoughts multiplied and cluttered your mind. You went to your room to sulk. As if being a Corporate baddie wasn't enough. Now you also need to take account of what's happening in Jujutsu world with your boyfriend. Sickening…

As if to balm your insecurity with reassurance, Satoru's name flashed on your phone screen in a phone call. "Hello.." You answered the phone hesitantly.

"Oh hello Little One! How are ya? Just checkin' up on you. Hope you don't mind that mm?" "No, not at all, I've just come home from work. How are you?" You tried to sound as normal as you can, the lower octave of your voice not gone unnoticed despite you stiffening yourself up to sound as normal as you can. "Something the matter Princess?" The nickname slipped out of his lips so easily, right now you wonder if it's so easy because its meaningless. "Nah, nothing's the matter. My brother just came home you know? So I was just talking to him about er- school and stuff." You answered half-truth. Satoru's head tilted to the side, tongue clicking. "Something that pissed you off?" He asked softly, and you nodded your head yes, but your voice lied. "Nah, s' al good. Don't worry. Maybe I'm just really tired you know?" "Mhm, gotcha~ maybe, you are tired… you know what can help? A sugar rush." Satoru snickered over the phone and you sighed. There is no way you can escape this man's gaze if you were to meet him right now. "Nah, really tired. Headachey too…" You excuse yourself, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut at the silence on the other side. "Alright, take rest." Satoru sounded genial and soft, and with that you heard the beep of the call disconnecting.

You were starting to get angry at yourself, why does it even matter. You two haven't even been together for a month yet. This is truly pathetic…

You shoved all the thoughts off your head, journalling them off. Whatever… who cares. Yeah, whatever…

The next few days you tried your best to ignore Satoru, picking up his calls and answering in one-word sentences, declining his proposal to meet for dates or to just catch-up. Until you finally saw him one day at your home. You gasped, blinking when you opened the door and found him manspreading on the couch as if he owned the place.

"Sah- Satoru what`" "He's just here to be a nuisance." Your brother's voice chimed in from his room. "He needs something from me." You glanced at Satoru, who quickly removed his blindfold and made sure his eyes stared right into you. "Well, not my fault you can't search for the scroll I handed to you brats." He shrugged, of course an excuse… he wanted to come and see you. "Hello, Y/N san!" He chirped excitedly, and you waved him a Hello right back; gulping. "How have you been?" Satoru asked again, you nodded with a half-smile. "I'm good, Gojo San, are you good, too?" "No, I'm not… and you know why." His tone was soft, tender, as if he didn't want the pressure of his words to get to you.

"I- I see…" You looked down at your feet, looking back up at him. "You said you'll work late today." He almost whispered, shit- you completely forgot about that excuse you made for him,

"Oh yeah- ahem, well yeah… I will freshen up and login again." You grinned, trying to save your sorry ass.

"No" Satoru simply denied your statement.

"You are going to freshen up, and then utter why you're behaving this way." He didn't sound easy this time, you were hearing him speak to you sternly and seriously for the first time ever. You can't blame him though, he's worried… and it only warms your heart more that he is worried.

Before you could open your mouth, your brother came back to the drawing room. Stomping and giving him the damned scroll. Ugh- timing!

"Jaa- see you two!" He grinned, head-patting your brother and looking into your eyes.

Before you could say anything further, you found yourself back in your room. Answering his call…

"Are you getting out of the house or should I carry you out myself in front of your brother?" Satoru almost sung, and you knew there was a tad bit of a truth laced to that threat.

"I'm getting out." You rolled your eyes.

"Aw, that's a good girl."

The moment you were outside, Satoru teleported beside you, hand intertwining with yours and helping you walk in fucking air. You blinked, not registering how this is happening. It was like invisible stairs that take you to the breath-taking sky. Stars have just started to pop up as the night blanket wraps the city of Tokyo.

"What's bothering my baddie?" Satoru hums, and before you could answer, he interrupted again. "Don't say nothing else I'll start being really paranoid and restless, that's no good is it?" He coos, leaning in to make you feel more comfortable.

You finally decided to speak up, pouting and telling him everything about Mei Mei and what your brother told you. Then telling him how that made you feel truly.

He chuckles, rolling his eyes and cupping your face preciously. You blinked, taken aback by the sudden stance of affection but not leaning away. You wanted this… you wanted him to touch you, to soothe your worries away. "I can't believe my silly little girl would be so stressed about something like this It's nothing. Even if Mei Mei flirted, I would never return her affections or anyone else's." He smiled, "You know why? Cause I really want no one else but you Little One. I would never lose this." His eyes observed you once more, hands squeezing your face tenderly. "For something meaningless… I would never do anything to risk this, never. I promise you."

His words echoed in your ears and you couldn't help but nod a little with a smile. "Sorry- I just, you know it's not been a lot of time to us and-"

"So what!" Satoru giggles, "Time is a construct, and definitely not a measuring parameter when you're dating someone like me. Or if I am dating someone as amazing and kind and yet, fierce and firm as you." He winked.

"I promise you sweet Princess, I would never, ever… let anyone near me." His sincerity touches your heart, and you leaned in, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

"Aw! I get a hug! Good sign!" Satoru beams, kissing the crown of your head and rubbing your arms comfortingly.

"Let me show you now the skyline looks, neh?"

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dungeonpuppykai · 22 days

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| Too Sweet |

Description: You and Steve try to put 'it' in for the first time after his serum procedure.

Pairing: Soft-Dark 40's Post-Serum Steve Rogers | Lover!You.

Warning(s): Soft-Dark!Steve, 40's misogyny and courting bc let's be so fr, obsession, daddy kink, allusions to spanking, dumbification, power imbalance, corruption kink, fluffy smut, p-in-v penetration that y'all are STRUGGLING with, dash of breeding kink, they love each other, smut with plot.

Note: @chxrryhansen 's new Too Sweet Steve edit is responsible for this and she doesn't even know it, pfft!

"Steve!" Your protest is half giggle and half whine as you wince before landing a punishing smack to your lover's shoulders. "Ouch!" His body is also vibrating due to the humor that the two of you find in this strange situation.

"Come on, baby" he rasps out against your ear, his elbow that presses into your pillow besides your head causing it to dip towards itself. "I am trying my best here, bear with me a little" try he sure is doing. You can almost feel him fighting against his impulse to just fuck all and push inside your tiny entrance that has never faced a girth this big.

"I knowww~" you whine as you press your knees against his sides that have become wide and muscular since the procedure. "But it's still ouchie" Steve sighs as he freezes the little bit of pushing that he was doing.

You feel bad, you really do.

Because it is as hard for you to hold back as it is for him.

Pressed up against your lover that you haven't properly had like this in a week, your bare skins nearly leeched to each other's, one of his rough manly hands fondling your breasts as the one he's holding up his heavy body with strokes your hair to comfort you, the feeling of his stern muscles digging into the tender insides of your thighs and then his cock that you need to save your life at this point so close to your weeping walls yet so far away that you can lose your mind from the frustration.

But it just hurts so fucking much!

You had always thought your lover's size to be a decent one because it kept you satisfied and very happy.

But now…

This.

You did not want to be an ungrateful brat, as Steve would say, because you weren't a stranger to the valor that he held for his country and you had always done your best to cheer him on so you weren't to be misunderstood.

But good Lord above, they had swapped your cotton candy lover for a rough and tough beast who couldn't bear you being out of his sight for more than a few minutes.

It seemed that whatever voodoo they worked in that fancy machine had also amplified his obsession with you, like everything else.

Steve sighs as he kisses your cheek softly. You understand that he's a man and he has his needs that he has been compromising for a week because you recoil at the sight of his cock each time he tries to seduce you. "I've already stretched you out with three fingers, baby. At this point I might as well put my fist in there" you're on thin ice and you know it.

No man is as considerate as he has been all these days as it is.

Your cheeks burn and you flush hotly in embarrassment, letting out another whine as a result before landing a flustered punch on his arm. "I- It's not my fault if your fist would still be smaller than your dick!" Though your tone is one that has gotten you bent across his lap more times than you can count, the manner in which the indirect praise boosts his ego saves you this one time.

And his fingers weren't the easiest thing in the world either because they've grown three times their size!

"Aw, is Daddy's cock too big for your little baby pussy, honey?" You cannot help but let out a horrified guffaw as you cover your mouth, eyes wide.

"Oh, my GOD, Steve!" He is grinning at how appalled you look because of his obscene words. "Stop with that! I told you the other day that it's not right!" You have no idea how, but two months ago your lover had picked up this strange pet name for himself that he liked to use whenever you two were having an intimate moment.

"Oh, but baby" your back arches in an instant as you grunt and feel your claws fly to his shoulders that they dig into. He has started to push again. But your pussy is nearly as stubborn as he is, it seems. Because neither wants to back down. "Who put it in your pretty little head that you can decide what's right and wrong around here?"

Your thighs tremble at the authority in his tone and you whine, feeling your ass cheeks clench at the way the girth of his tip feels around your sore band of muscles. Fuck, this is like losing your virginity all over again but only worse.

You almost feel mad at yourself.

Because you're so wet and prepared.

Ready.

Just why can't it go where you need it most?!

"N- No…" The smell of his shampoo hits your nose when he dips his head into the crook of your neck to make a new love bite, both to try and distract you as well as mark you as his. "D- Didn't mean that, Shtevie, sowwy~" you mumble meekly and he deeply hums against your skin.

"Good girl" if it weren't for the way in which one of his hands lovingly caress your scalp, you would have teared up due to how small you suddenly feel. "Now shush up for Daddy and let him do this bratty little pussy in" an involuntary gasp leaves you again but you suppress it by kissing his moist temple so he can't hear it and think you are being disrespectful. Your baby pussy has irritated him enough this past whole week already.

"Owiee…" You grunt again as you feel it breach its way into the initial curve as it has been doing for hours now. "S- So big, Daddy" what? No! You're not like your naughty lover! Y- You're just trying to somehow calm him down so you don't get in trouble!

Like you did when you initially did not respond to his unrelenting advances in school and he ended up scoring really low in a test because of that so he dragged you out of drama class to bend you over and teach you a thing or two about manners and how to treat those who are nice to you. Then he made you apologize, kiss his cheek and cook him dinner at your house to make it up to him.

You are glad he did that though, because Steve is your once in a lifetime and there can never be another like him.

He just knows best.

But that doesn't mean you are okay with getting punished just because your pussy is too tiny!

"Good babygirl" your lover grunts against your nipple that his mouth is latched onto now, hips doing their best to not damage you but still weasel his cock past the hard round shaped barricade of your pubic bone. "I know it's scary but you can trust Daddy because he knows that if that pretty little pussy can push out his brats one day, it can surely take this cock too." Steve loves how you shudder under him at the thought but still answer him Yes, Daddy.

Because you are all his to do with whatever he pleases.

That is the reason why he shook hands with HYDRA and wiped out SHIELD the day he was transformed.

Because HYDRA had promised him a comfortable future with you where he would not have to part with you for too long but still provide you the life that you truly deserved as his sweet little girl who loved and accepted him in a state that everyone had treated as a laughing stock.

You were worthy of the world.

And he was determined to give it to you.

I didn't mention the hydra plot twist up there because well, surprise!

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celiciaa · 1 month

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

PREMIUM.

I just love you.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

special thanks to @otomehoneyybearr for proofreading! ♡

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Gilbert: Good evening, little rabbit. I never expected you to come here so late at night.

Upon entering Gilbert’s room, a man wearing a robe with his face hidden was leaving in passing.

(I hope I haven't interrupted something.)

However, Gilbert, who was sitting at his office desk, greeted me with a smile, and there didn't seem to be any deception in his appearance.

Gilbert: A night visit?

Emma: No, not quite!

Gilbert: Sharing a bed?

Emma: Not exactly…

Gilbert: Then, did you want to go back home?

Emma: …No.

Gilbert: Hmm, then what is it?

Emma: It’s something else.

The answer seemed unexpected, and his red eye widened in surprise.

Gilbert: ….Really? What did you come here for?

(After much thought and contemplation, I suddenly realized something.)

(What I want to know now is not about myself.)

Emma: A surprise interview.

Gilbert: Huh?

Emma: I am here to request an interview with you, Gilbert.

Gilbert: ….

(I would like to know more about Gilbert.)

(….There’s a strange emotion swirling within me, seeking to understand its true nature, more than the desire to return to my hometown.)

Gilbert froze in shock for a few seconds, and eventually lowered his gaze.

Gilbert: Ha….Haha.

Emma: I-I didn't mean to say anything that funny….

Gilbert: It's quite interesting. Even though you’ve lost your memories, you still think of others before yourself, huh….?

It was not an accusing tone but a gentle voice, full of compassion.

(….You’re a big villain, but because of that, I think it’s why I can't go back to the land of roses.)

Gilbert: Okay. I'll tell you everything you need to know about me.

Emma: Thank you!

Gilbert: Of course, but I expect something in return.

Emma: ….

Gilbert: Ahaha, I won’t do anything for free, after all, I’m a bad person.

Emma: What do you want?

Gilbert: Hmm, let’s see….

Gilbert taps his lips with his finger.

Gilbert: How about once per piece of information?

(….Is he suggesting a kiss in exchange?)

Without my memories, Gilbert, despite being my fiancé, is practically a stranger.

There's no way I would have no reservations about kissing a stranger.

(What's more, a member of Obsidian's royal family? There’s not just embarrassment, but also fear beyond shame.)

(However, if I give up now, I won't be able to learn anything about Gilbert….)

Emma: All right.

Gilbert: That was surprisingly quick decision, wasn’t it?

Emma: I just need to endure a bit to get what I want. There’s no need to hesitate… or at least I hope so..

(….Probably.)

Gilbert: "Endure", huh?...I see.

Gilbert: Since it seems bearable for you, shall I receive payment upfront for what you can endure?

Emma: Huh?

Gilbert: Don't worry, I don't lie.

Gilbert stood up, enveloping my field of vision in darkness.

Gilbert: Go on, hurry up.

(….)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: Hehe, you're full of opening..

Emma: You villain! This is outrageous! That was my first kiss, you know!

Gilbert: Was it? But I did it once before.

Emma: That was part of your evil plan so it doesn’t count!

Gilbert: So this one counts then.

Emma: What— no! It was an accident!

Gilbert: Oh, was it? Then what’s the problem?

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(What...what was that just now?)

(I've done this before…)

This time, my lips were tapped by his finger, snapping me back to reality..

(No... I have to overcome this predicament now.)

I made up my mind and held Gilbert’s cold cheeks between my hands——

Telling myself it’s just a momentary thing,

I swiftly kissed him, unsure if it was felt or not.

Gilbert: ….

Emma: I-I did, didn't I?

Gilbert: Yes, in the little rabbit’s world, that’s called a kiss.

Emma: Is that not right?

As I tried to play dumb and divert the conversation, Gilbert sealed my lips.

(!?)

Not only did he touch me, but he bit my lower lip, and my heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Gilbert: Next time, do it properly, will you?

Emma: ….Under…stood….

(My face ..feels hot…)

Gilbert: So, what's the first question?

Despite resenting Gilbert, who was smiling so refreshingly as if nothing had happened, I composed myself.

Emma: First of all...what are your favorite and least favorite foods?

Gilbert: I don’t have a least favorite. We can’t afford such luxuries in Obsidian with chronic food shortages..

Gilbert: But, as for my favorite food…

——

(Wow...there’s so many ingredients!)

The kitchen I was led to was filled with a sweet aroma.

The source seems to be in the oven.

Gilbert: You often made the things I liked here, Little Rabbit.

Emma: Me…?

(This aroma…)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: You certainly have quite some nerve, offering me a gift and then trying to take it away again.

Emma: Does that mean you’ll accept it?

Gilbert: Of course. I was just starting to feel hungry.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Emma: …Cookies, right?

Gilbert: No, it’s not.

(Huh...I was feeling confident about that one.)

Gilbert: A ‘massive amount’ of cookies made by Little Rabbit working herself to exhaustion.

Emma: …..

(…So your stomach is a bottomless pit…)

(He seeks quantity over quality, so I can only make simple sweets.)

Gilbert: What's your next question? Oh, but first…

Gilbert, bending down in front of me, prompted me to steel myself and kiss him again.

This time, I pressed more firmly than the first,

Gilbert seemed satisfied, and there was no request for a redo.

Emma: Please tell me your favorite place.

Gilbert: …Right, in that case——

——

(The stars are beautiful….!)

In a spacious area at the back of the castle, covered entirely with glass, we were enveloped by the beautifully gentle start.

Standing in the center, where the Obsidian crest was engraved, I gaze up at the sky.

Emma: This is an understandable choice of place.

Gilbert: I didn't pick this place because I like the scenery, you know?

Emma: Was there something else?

Gilbert: Yeah. There's a deeper reason.

Emma: ….Am I part of the reason?

Gilbert: Of course.

(I wonder what it is...I definitely feel like something happened in this place.)

(It hurt, it hurt, it just hurt... something like that——)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: I'm sure there will be plenty of people who are kind to you in the future….

Gilbert: A terrible man like me who leaves nothing but pain will never appear.

Gilbert: Hehe...I don't think you can forget even if you want to.

Emma: ….You’re right.

Emma: …It's not fair….

Gilbert: Because I’m a big villain.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(….)

Not just once, not twice, but thrice— with each press of the warm lips, inexplicably, tears welled up.

Emma: ….Why do you love me so much, Gilbert?

When I voice the question I wanted to know the most, he bites my lip.

The pain was strangely endearing.

Gilbert: I could go on and on about what I love about you, but I think the best thing is this.

——

When Gilbert came to my room, he opened the desk drawer without hesitation.

Gilbert: Ah, I knew it was here.

Gilbert: I always tell you to carry it with you, but you never did….

The moment I saw "it," my heart froze.

Gilbert: It can't be helped, so I'll put it on for you.

Emma: I-… I’m fine, really!

Gilbert: Don't be shy.

Before I could run away, Gilbert grabbed me and forcibly sat me down on a chair.

My skirt was lifted, revealing my thighs, where a leather belt was wrapped.

(Ever since I lost my memory, I've been wondering what this was.)

(But somehow I felt like I had to wear it, even though I didn’t know why….)

Gilbert knelt down and inserted a silver lump he held into the belt.

With delicate rose decorations on the metal part and a bright red rose charm attached to the handle,

“it” was undoubtedly a weapon called a “gun” to kill people.

Emma: ….Does this have anything to do with why you love me?

Gilbert: Yes. You promised to kill me.

Emma: ….

Gilbert: For you, who doesn’t hurt anyone, to say that… I was happy.

Despite the ominous words, the voice that reached my ears was sweet.

The sound of my heartbeat was threatening to stay etched in the mind.

Gilbert: You said you would take responsibility and kill me, so I chose to live.

Emma: …..

Gilbert: Hehe, you look pale.

Emma: ….Of course, I do.

Gilbert: Don't you want me to die? I'm practically a stranger to you now.

Gilbert: Furthermore, I’m a big villain who can shake the whole continent.

Gilbert: If you kill me, the world may be at peace.

Emma: Still…! I absolutely refuse to…let you die.

(It hurts…)

(…It’s painful.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: What even is love?

Gilbert: That’s easy.

Gilbert: Its wanting someone to live. I wanted them to live.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(….I——)

Gilbert: That’s what it is.

Emma: ….Huh?

Gilbert smiled and rested his hand on my cheek.

Gilbert: Your heart is always beautiful.

(Ah…)

(…So that’s what’s going on…)

His red eye that is filled with sincere emotion.

Despite having trampled over countless people and built up a dark legacy upon many corpses,

He is not a good person, and has committed so many crimes that he didn’t deserve redemption.

Even just loving someone was a crime, and he could be punished at any time.

(But I still strongly wished for him to live.)

(My heart is so tainted that I can’t even face my homeland.)

(And yet, Gilbert is always…)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: Even if you’re dyed black…you’re….

Gilbert: The most beautiful person I've ever seen.

Gilbert: That's why I wanted you.

Gilbert: No matter how dirty one may think, you remain untarnished.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(….)

It wasn't until I met Gilbert that I realized the feeling of being unable to let go even though it is full of pain and suffering.

Pushed by the feelings reviving in sync with the heartbeat, I kiss him again.

When I opened my lips, our tongues intertwined with each other as usual, and heat began to spread throughout my body.

(You’re a big, troublesome, bad guy, but I've grown to love you.)

(…That's why I'm in Obsidian.)

After our long exchange of kisses, when we finally parted our faces, Gilbert traced my wet lips with his finger.

Gilbert: Do you still have questions for me?

Emma: …Yes.

(There’s just one final thing I want to ask you——)

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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Like a Virgin

Pairing: Rooster x Reader (Call Sign: Blaze)

Warnings: Language, drinking, Smut, insecurities, virginity, Minors DNI 18+

Frustration. That's all you can think of right now as you make out with your boyfriend on the couch of his apartment.

Why are you frustrated? What reason do you have? You're a Navy pilot at the top of her career, you have amazing friends, and a boyfriend who you are certain God took extra time making, with both his looks and his personality.

You had a man, who despite his questionable fashion choices, loved you more than anything in the world, who looked at you as if you hung the moon, who worshiped the ground you walked on. Rooster Bradshaw was perfect.

You knew then man loved you and you could feel the evidence of his desire straining against his jeans as you straddled his lap while you kissed him.

So why were you so damn frustrated right now?

You were frustrated because at thirty years old, you were a virgin. And in the six months you had been with Rooster, you never told him. He definitely wasn't one to pressure you into sex or anything in that neighborhood. You had told him you wanted to take things slow, you felt like he was the one for you and you didn't want to screw it up.

That, and some well executed blow jobs seemed to satisfy him. You weren't necessarily hiding the fact that you hadn't had sex from him, but it embarrassed you. How many thirty years old had a man that looked like him and treated them the way he treats you aren't weren't jumping their bones?

What was even worse is that you hadn't done anything in the intimacy department. Though previous boyfriends had tried you psyched yourself out and shut them down, much like you had done to Rooster in the past. Sure you had given, but had never received

You knew deep down he would be able to make you feel good, but the thought of having to tell him scared you. What scared you even more though, was a conversation you had accidentally over heard between him and Hangman a few days ago at the Hard Deck.

"Rooster I know that Blaze has got to be giving you a run for your money in the bedroom." Hangman said to him. "Actually we haven't... we haven't slept together yet." Rooster admitted sheepishly. Hangman almost spit out his beer. "Bradshaw you guys have been together what... six months and you haven't screwed? You're a better man than I am because if it was me I might start looking elsewhere" Hangman finished.

You were too embarrassed to stay for the rest of the conversation. But in the back of your mind you wondered if Hangman was right. What if Rooster started to look elsewhere because you weren't sleeping with him? What if he got tired of waiting? You couldn't lose him because of your irrational fear, so you made up your mind that tonight you were going to have sex with him, virginity be damned.

You were almost naked in his lap, down to just your bra and panties. You were trying so hard to let yourself fall into this moment, to enjoy it, yet you felt like you were going to burst into tears at any moment.

"Rooster —wait... Rooster, I'm sorry, stop." You stated pulling away from him. You could feel the tears building. His hands went to your thighs rubbing soothing circles on them.

"Honey are you okay? Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong Blaze?" He asked, his voice deep with concern.

"No, it's not you Bradley, you're perfect." You whimpered out as the tears streaked your cheeks.

"Y/N, baby what's wrong?" He asked pulling you close to him.

"It's not you, it's me. I, I..." you couldn't finishing

"You what?" Rooster asked, worried about you.

"I— I've never— I'm... I'm a virgin Rooster." You finally confess to him.

"Oh" He responds softly as if he isn't sure what to say next.

"I've never had sex, I've never done really anything. It's pathetic I know, and feel so bad because I know you have and that you want to. I know you have needs, and then the other night I heard you and Hangman talking about how if he was you he would go looking somewhere else for those needs to be met and that freaked me out because I don't want to lose you so I figured I could just get over it and we could do just it, but, but I'm scared." You spill your guts to him.

He takes your face in his hands a day wipes your cheeks. "Y/N, honey... I don't care if you're a virgin, and I would never leave you because we aren't sleeping together. Hangman is an ass and I told him as much after he said that. If you aren't ready, if you aren't 100% I'm fine with waiting."

God Bradley really was perfect. "But I am ready, I want this, I want you." You whisper.

"Okay." He responds before kissing you. The next thing you know, Rooster is lifting you off the couch and taking you to his room.

"What are you doing?" You ask. "I wanna do this the right way. I don't want your first time, our first time together to be on a couch. I want to take you to bed so I can properly love you.

You silently nod your head and wrap your body around Rooster, clinging to him like a koala on a tree.

His grasp on youis tight as he carries you through his home, his lips never leaving your skin as he kisses your neck, your jaw, your shoulder, any inch of skin that is exposed to him that he can get to.

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades as he kisses a sensitive spot behind your ear and you let our a breathy moan.

"Fuck sweetheart, that sounds so good, can't wait to see what other sounds I can get out of you." Rooster whispers in your ear as he opens the door to his bedroom and gently deposits you on his bed.

"Get comfortable baby. I'm going to take my time with you." Rooster tells you as you. You slide into the center of his California king and lay back on his pillows.

To him you looked like an angel with your hair fanned out around your face. The lace baby pink set you have on is a stark contrast to his grey duvet.

You look at him with big doe eyes through your long lashes. God, you look so fucking innocent, he can't believe that he is the one that gets to have you first, that you trust him enough to do this, that he is the first one to ever see you like this, and if he has it his way, he'll be the only one to ever have you.

"Darlin, God, you look—fuck, you look amazing." Rooster tells you as he moves onto the bed.

He pulls you flush against him as you lay on your side and kisses you again. This time it's sweeter than before... like he is trying to savor you.

His large hands find your hip. He guided your leg over him. Bringing the two of you even closer. He trails his hand up and skims over the lace panties you are wearing. His hand travels further until it finds the clasp of your bra.

"Can I?" He asks. "Yes." You breath out. He flicks it open with one had. Of course he would be able to do that.

He pulls the lace away from you and you roll onto your back. You quickly bring your hands up covering yourself.

"Honey, don't do that. You're beautiful. I want to see you." He tuts as he pulls them away from your chest.

You take a few deep breaths. You aren't scared, this is Bradley, your Bradley who tears up at the ASPCA commercials on TV. You're just neverous.

"I'm going to touch you now. Y/N, if I do anything you don't like, or you get uncomfortable, just tell me and we can stop. I promise I won't be mad. Okay?" He states.

You nod your head as one of his hands comes up to skim your breast.

You gasp at the sensation. He continues to palm it when his mouth finds your other one, he tentively captures your nipple in his mouth.

"Ah" you gasp as your hand flys to his hair. "Everything okay?" Rooster asks you. "Yes, feels good." You reply.

He tongue circles the sensitive flesh causing you to squirm underneath him. He keeps it up for a few minutes before switching to the other one.

The sensation has you grinding your thighs together, seeking some much needed friction.

Rooster can tell you want more. He slowly trails his lips down your stomach and stops at the waist band of your underwear. He peppers your hips with kisses before looking up to you, a silent plea for your permission to continue.

You shake your head and he carefully pulls them down your legs and drops them to the floor.

He grabs your ankle and trails wet kisses from it to your knee before switching to the other. He peppers the inside of your thighs with kisses, sucking and biting a few marks into them, claiming you as his.

"Rooster—" you breath out, not sure how to ask what you need.

"I've got you darlin." He coos before tentatively licking your slit.

"Oh fuck." You cry out, hips jerking off the bed. "So sensitive, so wet, and all for me." He says to you or to himself, you aren't sure.

He starts out slow, tongue sweeping long, broad strokes through your folds before he circles it around your clit, cause you to moan his name, God it sounds so good to him, he continues.

"Baby you taste so good, sweeter than fucking honey." He tells you. You aren't able to respond because his full lips are wrapping around your clit sucking it into his warm wet mouth.

"Oh Rooster, feels so good!" You cry out slipping your hand into his hair and grinding down on his face.

He continues to alternate linking and sucking on your clit, everything feels so good, you can feel an orgasm approach, but you need more.

"Roo— Bradley, please I need" You don't know what you're asking him for.

"What do you need pretty girl, tell me what you need." He coaxed you.

"You fingers, I need them in me please!" You gasp.

"Okay baby. Tell me if it's too much." He states before gently pushing his middle finger into you.

"So tight." He whispers. He slowly works his finger through your folds, finding that spongey spot inside you and stroking it.

You throw your head back and cry out his name. Soon his ring finger is slipping inside you to join his other.

Your hips grind down on his hand, chasing a feeling that no one has ever made you feel.

The grip you have in his hair tightens as he spreads you open further for him. His face is buried deep in your core, his nose bumps your clit as you grind against him, the fine hairs of his mustache further adds to the pleasure.

His broad fingers scissor your walls drawing you closer and closer to your peak.

Rooster grinds his hips into the mattress, enjoying this moment, perhaps even more than you are if that's possible.

Soon, your clenching around his fingers as they work in tandem with his mouth.

"Roo—Bra—I—I" you don't know how to tell him.

"I know you're close baby, let go. Cum for me pretty girl, I want to watch you fall apart for me. He encourages you.

His words cause the band to snap and soon, you're cumming all over his face and hands, but he doesn't stop. He continues to lap at you as if you're his last meal, drawing every ounce of pleasure from you, it's almost too much and before you even realize what's happening, you cum again, crying out his name as your thighs clamp around his head. White spots cloud your vision and you arent sure if you want to pull him closer or push him away.

Thankfully you don't have to decide because he has mercy on you and pulls your legs off of him and climbs back up the bed.

"You still with me pretty girl?" He asks brushing your sweat slicked hair from your face.

"Thank you, that—that was something else" you tell him panting, trying to catch your breath.

"Don't thank me just yet baby." He winks at you.

"Do you want to keep going, we can stop if you want to." He assures you.

"No, please, I don't want to stop, I want you so badly Bradley, I want all of you. I want to give you all of me." You tell him as your green eyes meet his.

He cups his hands around your face and kisses you sweetly before removing his boxers. He reaches for his night stand and fumbles in one of the drawers for a minute.

Then it dawns on you what he is looking for.

"I'm on the pill." You blurt out "And... well... obviously I'm clean." You continue.

"I'm clean too... are you sure?" Rooster asks.

You nod your head. "Okay." He states before kissing you again.

He lays you flat on your back, head propped up on some pillows before he moves his body over you.

"If it's too much, or it hurts, or anything and you want to stop, just tell me." He says.

You smile up at him knowing that he is going to take care of you.

You feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. His arms are by either side of your head, steadying himself, you grip the sheets at your sides as he slowly pushes into you.

You knew he was big, and you also knew he tried to warm you up with his fingers, but his cock still stretched you as he pushed in. You could tell he was going slow. The stretch of him burned, a few tears pricked your eyes, but you didn't want him to stop. You wanted this so badly.

"Almost there baby, you're doing so good, taking me so well." Rooster praised you sensing your discomfort.

After what felt like ages of him entering you, he was finally buried in you to the hilt.

He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

Your hands left the sheets and went to his back, drawing him closer to you.

"Are you okay baby? Do you want to stop?" He asked, feeling how tense you were.

"No, I just need a minute, I feel, really full." You try to explain to him.

You took deep breaths as you slowly began to relax around him. You drew in a deep breath and slightly adjusted your hips, causing Rooster to hiss.

"Bradley, you can move. Just go slow please." You told him after what felt like ages to you buy was maybe only a few minutes.

His hips began to gently rock against yours. Testing the waters to find out what you liked, what gave you pleasure.

At first your nails dug into his shoulder blades, but as he continued, your relaxed and gave yourself over to the pleasure.

Soon, he was picking up the pace as your sounds turned from small whimpers to moans of pleasure.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Baby that feels so good. Oh God Rooster, right there—just like that!" You cried out when he hooked your legs over his shoulders giving him a a chance to thrust deeper into you. The angle at which his cock was driving into you made it graze your g-spot over and over again.

"You feel so good around me pretty girl. Can't believe you trusted me enough to let me be your first. My fucking beautiful baby, your pussy was fucking made for me." Rooster praise you as he continued to move against you.

His fingers gripped the meat of your hips bringing them to meet his thrusts. You were sure you would be able to count ten finger shaped bruises on them tomorrow but you didn't care.

He moved faster again you, enough to push you towards your peak, but not enough to hurt you.

Rooster knew there would be a time where he could be rougher with you, but this was your first, he wanted you to enjoy it. While he wanted to go faster and harder, because fuck did you you feel good around him, and damn if he didn't want to cum deep in you and make you so cock drunk that you forgot what your name was, because he did, this wasn't about him.

No, this was about you. You weren't some random girl he had taken home for the night, no, you were the love of his life and the woman he was certain he was going to marry.

You trusted him enough to be vulnerable with him, and he wanted to make sure you were satisfied.

"Bradley, faster, harder, please." You moaned underneath him. He picked up his pace slightly, pulling you to meet his hips with each thrust.

You were on cloud nine. Each snap of his hips wound you tighter and tighter. Rooster was taking such good care of you. He was everything you ever could have wanted.

He continued to push into you, bringing his hips flush with yours each time.

You felt like heaven around him. The way he filled you was perfect, the way your walls clenched him, he had never felt anything like it, nothing came close to this feeling head had right now. The euphoria of being one with you. Not even flying made him feel this good.

Rooster never understood what some of his friends told him about taking someone's virginity, about how it was one of the greatest things they had ever experienced.

All of the women he had been with had experience.

He thought his friends were full of shit honestly, but boy, was he wrong.

Now he knew what they meant. It wasn't just how you felt around him, it was the connection you shared that made it so much better

The fact that he was the first one to draw these sounds from you, the first one to give you this pleasure. The first one to feel the velvet of your walls wrapped around him... it was fucking addictive and he was sure he would never get enough of it.

He had never thought of himself has the possessive type until now, you were his, all of you was his and his alone. The way you squeeze around him and pulled him in, the way your body accepted him, felt like it was made for him, and well, it would be a cold day in hell before he ever let someone else experience this.

He wanted you all to himself, forever and always.

"Babe, are you close pretty girl?" He asked as his hips began to falter. He wasn't going to be able to last much longer.

"I'm close, but I don't know if I can again. I want you to cum Rooster, you can if you need to. You already made me feel so good." You told him earnestly.

Rooster thought it was so sweet how you wanted to take care of him, but he needed to make you cum one more time.

He craved the feeling of your velet heat clenching down on him and milking him for all he had.

One of his hands left your hip and came to were your bodied met. He began to draw tight circles over your clit pushing you to the edge.

The new feeling overwhelmed you. You threw your head back and closed your eyes as a third orgasm rapidly approached you.

"Fuck, Bradley... I'm gonna cum!" You cried, rolling your hips to meet his.

"That's it pretty girl, I know you can do it." He encouraged you as his rhythm stuttered.

"Open your eyes baby, I want to see how beautiful you look when you fall apart on my cock pretty girl." Rooster commands. Your eyes snap open and with one, two, three more deep thrusts you cry out his name while your body shakes and pleasure overtakes you. You cling to him for dear life as he falls over the edge, spilling into you.

You aren't sure how long the two of you stay like that, but eventually the weight of Rooster's body on you becomes too much and you push him off.

He smiles at you, it's goofy and a little lopsided from the post sex high.

"That was amazing." You tell him.

"Best I've ever had." He tells you.

Now it's your turn have a goofy smile.

He pulls you tightly against him. You could stay like this forever, but suddenly you are aware of the sticky sensation between your thighs, and your need for the bathroom.

"Rooster, I need to pee." You say sheepishly. He just laughs.

He give your a quick peck on the lips before scooping you up and taking you to the bathroom. He gives you a few minutes to take care of business before he comes back with one of his shirt and a fresh pair of boxers on.

He sets you up on the counter next to him.

He wets a cloth in the sink and cleans you up. Then he slips his shirt over your head and carries you back to the bed before tucking you into some fresh sheets.

He curls up beside you and you bury your face into his chest. Your body suddenly heavy with sleep.

"Bradley." You mumble against him.

"Yes baby?" He asks stroking your hair.

"I love you."

"I love you too pretty girl, I love you too."

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Ring Around the Roses

(Alfie Solomons x female reader)

Summary: Attempting to get away from the Shelby party chaos, Alfie and his wife sneak off into Tommy's garden for a little fun. It isn't until the next morning they discover the consequences of their actions and Alfie has to remind his wife what their marriage is really about.

A/N-Hi Y'all! Possible TW's for only the end of this include Mentions of death, Unhealthy coping habits and self blame! Also this is for K's (@runnning-outof-time) 3K celebration! Congratulations you're amazing and I love seeing you on here❤️❤️❤️ I hope you like this! I haven't done a celebration before really but I saw your theme and the idea spring into my head. Despite the warnings it's mostly fluffy until the time skip! Also there's one part that implies smut but none actually written! Enjoy ❤️

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"Are you sure we can do this out here?"

"Do what dovey? I'm just taking a nice little stroll with my darling wife aren't I? Letting her get a quiet break from all those heathens inside."

You scoffed, knocking into your husband's side gently as the pair of you walked through the garden. For a man who seemed particularly fond of dark colours, Thomas Shelby's garden was particularly vibrant.

"Oh hush, you only call them heathens because you're too scared to use the word friend."

"FRIEND!" Alfie scoffed while kicking at a particularly beautifully tulip that just happened to be nearby, just to prove his point. "No no no Dovey, THEY are not my friends, yeah. If I were to pick anyone to be my friend it certainly would not be ANY of them."

You only rolled your eyes and shot a knowing smirk in his direction. For all your husband's spite and trickery, you knew he really did have a soft spot for the Shelby family.

"Alright love, I believe ya. That's absolutely why you immediately declined the invitation to come here tonight isn't it. Burned it in the fireplace correct? Told me not to put it in the calendar? Because you don't have plans at being anything other than vicious enemies is that right? The pie I brought tonight was a death threat wasn't it? Did you slip in some arsenic into the powdered sugar?"

Rolling his eyes at your teasing, Alfie couldn't help but smile as he watched you laugh at your own joke. Continuing your path through the garden you mindlessly reached back a hand for your husband a few steps behind. A clear indication of what you wanted. What you always wanted. Slipping his hand between yours, he let you drag him through the bushes, further from the party. With each step he could see you relax a bit more, as you enjoyed the scene around you.

"Is it quieter out here Dovey?"

Smiling softly, you only nodded your head before reaching out gently to touch the leaves of a nearby bush. Though the party was fun, it had gotten a bit loud and in the growing chaos you needed some air. So while Tommy and Polly were distracted trying to convince Arthur and Finn not to throw Michael in the lake, you and your husband had slipped outside.

"Alfie, we should plant a garden of our own I think."

"Is that right Dovey? Does my lady want some bushes of her own to trim doesn't she?"

"I think we could get some nice rose bushes. I've always loved those."

"Roses, is that it? You got a feeling about those prickly little parasites don't ya Dovey? I never got why you liked them."

Chuckling you sat on the edge of a nearby wall as your husband dug his feet in the ground. You knew exactly why Alfred hated roses, and it still amused you to this day.

It happened years ago, around the time you'd first gotten together. This was before Alfie was even able to grow a beard, and all his kisses resulted in a scratchy scruff that prickled your face. Way back when boxing was still his main pastime instead of "baking", both kinds actually and these days your husband finally knew how to make a decent muffin. In an effort to be romantic, he'd shown up at your work one day with a nice bouquet of roses. They were lovely flowers and you were immensely elated by the gesture, and especially amused since he'd bought the flowers from that very shop only the day before too.... However it was a shame you never got the chance to put them in water. See, somewhere between the ten steps it took to get from the door to your table, he had tripped and fallen flat on the ground. Don't worry, his face hadn't hit the hard ground, it was cushioned....by the thorny roses. Maybe it was a good thing the thorns had left so many bloody scratches. It meant you weren't able to tell his face had turned as red as the roses petals now surrounding him. Instead of the romantic date he wanted to take you on, the evening was spent with you dapping the cuts on his face with a damp cloth while he started at the wall, contemplating every life choice he'd ever made. That was the night Alfred Solomons decided he'd never trust a rose ever again. Not even the ones his darling wife sought to plant in her gardens.

"Alfie, come on! Roses aren't that bad, just because you had a little slip up years ago doesn't mean they all hate you."

Standing by up again, you held out your arms towards Alfie as music began to reach the garden. Shaking his head lightly, he set down his cane and took your arms, fully confident you'd be there to support him if his hip got too bad. You and Alfie had yet to dance tonight, caught up talking with others (which was really just your doing) and pointing out everyone who'd gotten too drunk and was trying piss in the plants. It wasn't something either of your minded to badly, the large crowds of people tended to make you feel a bit nervous and Alfie occasionally had a hard time keeping rhythm because of his hip. So most of your dancing was done in the back corners of the ballroom or privately in your kitchen, waiting for the midnight snacks to be done.

However tonight, it seems you'd be dancing in Thomas Shelby's garden. Slowly but happily, you waltzed closely with your husband, stepping around the fountain and laughing as he stopped to twirl you ever few seconds. Other than the music from the house and the gentle crunches of your shoes beneath the gravel path, the world was silent. When the song ended your husband gave you a gentle kiss and stepped back, though he was still holding you in his arms. Looking up above yourselves, you saw the constellations fitting the night sky.

"Ohh Alfie! Look at them! Aren't they beautiful?"

Beaming, you grinned up at the stars twinkling down on you before moving from your husband to a smaller empty plot of ground. You suspected that something was to be planted there soon, but paid no mind to the grime that would get on your skirt as you settled down to sit in the dirt. It was a nice little spot, right next to the rocky path and dug out in a manner that was lined on three sides by tall hedges. To anyone looking out if the mansion, the little alcove would have been completely invisible.

"What are ya doing now Dovey? Is this the thing you said we shouldn't be doing?" Alfie teased you from where he was still standing.

"I just wanna sit and watch the stars for a bit. Come," remaining seated you patted the spot next to you, "Join me."

Alfie walked over to the spot but when he got there, he only raised an eyebrow at you and tapped his hip with the cane. You stared for a moment and then it clicked. Laughing slightly at your forgetfulness, you stood up, bowing dramatically, and held out your arm.

"Right right, I forget you have the hip of an overworked, ninety seven year old parlor dancer. Shall I assist you to the ground my dear sir?"

Alfie only grumbled, but his eyes twinkled as you teased him. If anyone else had made the comment they'd have been dead before they blinked, but you were different. Alfred Solomons was capable of many things, but some nights when his hip got bad, he needed help moving around more, especially if it meant going from standing to sitting on the ground. You were happy to help of course, but being married for over a decade didn't mean the pair of you were above lightly poking fun of the other. Only two years ago, you had accidentally scratched part of your eye and needed to wear an eyepatch for five weeks. The first thing Alfie had done when you walked out of the examination room and asked if he could get food for dinner, was reply with "does patchy wanted a cracker" in reference to the one eyed parrot you'd seen in a film the month before. It was just something you'd always done together even before you started dating. A dark humor you both shared, as if joking about the hurt could make it better.

Holding his other arm, you gently helped your husband lower himself to the ground, squeezing his hand comfortingly when he let out a small groan. After helping your husband take a seat, you settled into your own again, leaning your head on his shoulder as you looked to the heavens.

"You aren't really gonna plant roses are ya Love? What if something happens to them?"

"Like what? You assault them with your face again?"

"....Maybe? But like why do you really enjoy them? I still don't see the charm."

Sighing, you shifted your gaze and looked your husband in the eyes. One of your hands moved up to his face, as you gently caresses the one spot on his face that refused to grow hair like the rest of his beard. You knew it was another old war wound, but this was actually one he had yet to tell you the story of. Gazing into his eyes a few moments more, you then changed positions so you were seated across his lap, one leg in either side of his.

"Why do I love roses?....Their petals are as soft as their thorns are sharp and given the right hand, their climb up any wall in their path. Not only that but their petals can have many uses for food or paint or even my blush. That means they are able to change their usefulness based off their situation at hand. They are able to adapt, nor are the helpless. Some people say the point of the thorns is to choke out anything else threatening to take the roses' livelihood." you gently held your husbands face between your hands as you continued, "I like roses because they remind me of you Alfie. Because they are beautiful, and strong, and dangerous. You are a gorgeous and strong man, and I know how badly you try to protect me every day. You are so kind to me, but I know how far you'll go for me. I would go just as far for you. You are my rose Alfred Solomons and so I love them as all they remind me of you."

Alfie was quiet for a moment, observing what you'd said. His hands sat on your waist, thumbs rubbing gently in your sides.

"You saying I'm like a fucking flower Dovey, is that it?"

"Yeah, you're my flower though."

"....Alright."

"....You know why else you're like a rose love?"

"Why poppet?"

"Because it can be a pain in the ass to keep you alive sometimes."

Alfie only put his hand to his chest in mock offense, while your grinned up at him mischievously.

"Oi, now you better watch your words there Dovey."

"Make me Rosie," you whispered, grinning as your leaned closer to your husbands face, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Gently Alfie leaned back, taking you with him until his back was on the ground. Hands, still on his face, you could feel the smile on his face. Slowly one of his hands moved to your head bringing you down so he could kiss you again. Sweet at first but it quickly increased in passion and vigor. Though eventually you had to pull back for breath, and it was then you realized his hands had already rearranged your skirts in a way overnight you both.

"Alfred? I know we can't do this out here?"

Your husband only laughed, reaching towards his belt as he pulled you close again.

"Slide down a bit farther and I think you'll see we definitely can Dovey. It's only a matter of being quiet enough to evade capture."

It was a nice little spot, right next to the rocky path and dug out in a manner that was lined on three sides by tall hedges. To anyone looking out if the mansion, the little alcove would have been completely invisible. And luckily, the music was loud enough to hide the sounds of rustling bushes...

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It wasn't until the next morning when you realized what went wrong...

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After making it back to the house last night and finding half the dog food "mysteriously missing", the pair of you had decided to call it a night. And since business was going so well Alfie had elected to take a few days off, hoping to spend more time with you. It also meant he'd finally be able to sleep in.....or so he thought.

A sudden crash woke Alfie from his slumber the next morning.

Shooting up, he automatically looked to his right, and his heart stopped for a moment realizing you weren't there. Another clatter from downstairs and a frustrated scream from you had him practically jumping out of bed and grabbing his gun. You usually like staying in bed for a few more hours, especially when he was there, so the fact he could hear your distress from upstairs made him worry.

Carefully Alfie snuck down the hall, peaking in rooms to make sure no unsavory figures were lurking behind the door. Another annoyed groan accompanied by various curse words hurried him to his final destination.

"Love, are you alright?"

It was a stupid thing to ask as you were very much not alright. The kitchen was a mess, looking like every cabinet had been opened and all the contents pulled out. Pots and bass were laud hurriedly across the counters as you rummaged through every nook and cranny. A quickly glance into the living room told Alfie it was scattered in a similar state. But you hadn't responded to your husband, not the first time or even the second. It wasn't until Alfie stepped right up behind you, putting his hand on your shoulder, and turning your around to face him when you responded.

"I can't find it."

Your voice wavered as you admitted the truth. Looking down like a small child about to be told off, you averted your face from your husband's. Alfie was still confused, but he could tell whatever you were rallying about was obviously important.

"Can't find what Dovey? Whatever it is it's probably isn't too bad. I can help ya find it righty?"

"No Alfie you don't undertstand."

"Then help me understand Love. Let's get through this together like we always have yeah? Come on, tell your husband what we're looking for." Carefully cupping your face in his hands, Alfie guided you to look at him again. He could see the tears welling in your eyes as you spoke.

"....I.....I lost my wedding ring Alfie."

"Oh."

It was the simple oh that broke the dam. Stepping back from your husband, tears began to stream down your face as you shoved your fingers in you hair as if trying to hold in the stress.

"SEE I told you it was terrible. I...I woke up this morning and went to the bathroom and noticed it missing when I went to clean my hands. I figured I'd just taken it off la... last night but it wasn't by the bed table like I usually put it. Then I went through the bathroom and it wasn't there. I've gone through every room in this hours and I can't fucking find it!!! I don't ....I don't know where it is Alfie. I just... oh god."

Covering you mouth with your hand, you realized where you lost the ring.

"Alfie the fucking garden."

"The garden? Love you haven't made the garden yet, how could it be there?"

"No, TOMMY'S garden. It has to be there. It fell off last night when we were rolling in the dirt. I've been meaning by to get it resized. Oh fuck this is awful"

Alfie actually chuckled at your realization. Of course the ring would fall off in the most inconvenient place possible, but he wasn't about to tell you that.

"Thats alright Dovey we can just..."

Throwing your hands in the air you interrupted your husband, frustrated at yourself for a number of reasons. It stung Alfie's heart to see you like this. Carefully he dragged your hands from your face and pulled you into a hug. Soothingly his hands ran up and down your back as he tried to comfort you.

"We can just what Alfred? Waltz back over and demand he let us dig up the plants for it? He'd probably ask why and what are we suppose to say then huh Alfred? Oh you know, we lost it in the garden you see...Well what were you doing there Y/N? ...Nothing much just fertilizing the soil, pollinating the flower, playing like the rake and ho, rustling the bushes, sowing seed in the garden, FUCKING IN THE FLOWERBEDS!!!! No we can't do that Alfie we just can't! It's probably gone forever... I'm so sorry."

Alfie was the one to hide his face this time. He knew you were in distress but he was amused by one of your last sentences. You always were good with the innuendos. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to get you to calm down. He knew at this point you weren't so mad about the ring, as just overwhelmed by the lack of success you'd had in finding it.

"Yes love, we can tell him all those things and if he'd got any sort of romantic bone in his tiny, banged up little body he'd offer us shovels to dig if we need them. And if not then I'd wager every deal I'd ever have with his lot is out the fucking window isn't it. We've been married since before the little one of them was teething haven't we? It's not like they don't think we're fucking. Besides it's a decent fucking garden, Tommy should have know what he was doing when he made that little hidey spot didn't he? It'll be fine. And if I find it then I'll get to propose to you all over again won't I? I think if I got one wish left in the word it would be to do that again. Ask if you'd be mine forever and let you know I'll always be there. Love I promise. It's alright Dovey, it's ok. No need to get worked up about it's not such a big deal."

Thought he was trying to help, his last sentence only made things worse. Stepping pack from Alfie you threw your hands up again.

"IT IS OUR MARRIAGE ALFIE! And I've practically lost it like it means nothing at all! How can you say that!"

There it was. The really reason you were so worked up. Not because you'd lost the little ring. It was because somewhere in your mind, over the years you'd been together, you'd gotten the idea that if you didn't have it on your were almost betraying everything you held dear. As if you thought without the ring, all the vows you'd mad together were nil. Alfie couldn't help but laugh at that. He laughed hard too, like you'd told the funniest joke in their world.

"You think that ring is our marriage?"

Stepping closer again Alfie took your arms and pulled you closer.

"Our marriage is so much more than that fucking ring love," he said, cupping your face between his hands again. "Our marriage is me stealing Ollie's shirt before every lunch date because his is cleaner than mine and wanna look my best for the best, that's you by the way. It's you grinning at me through the glass window at fuck O'clock in then morning when I've taken the dog out for a piss since you thought it'd be funny to lock me out in the cold in my fucking skeevies again. It's me paying a fuck ton of money to the flower shop down the street so you could get a rose every week I was away fighting. It's you spending hours patching me up after I had a bad fight even though blood makes you gag yeah. When you refuse to give me dinner until I give you a kiss and when I won't give you a gift until I've gotten a hug? Sharing a bath after a hard day? That's our marriage. You interrupting my meeting because you're so excited to show me a new book? Me interrupting your book club because I've just gotten back from a business trip? You demanding I come to bed and cuddle up, only to shove me off of you later when you're too hot? Me tightening jars in the pantry so you have to get me to open them? Making fun of each other's injuries, patchy? Don't you see it? You. Me. You. Me. You. Me. WE."

"Alfie..." You couldn't help but smile at your husband's words realizing he was right.

"Dovey, It isn't defined by a thin piece of metal with a tiny fucking stone that I stole off a rich toff at a boxing match one day. Our marriage is YOU and ME and every little moment in between. And I promise it's always gonna be just that. And do you know why that is Treacle?"

Alfie had moved his hands again, now resting them on your hips. Gazing at you lovingly he waited for your answer.

"Why Ally?"

"Because I'm your flower remember? I'm your fucking rose.... and you're fucking my sunshine, Dovey. I have no chance of living without you."

Wrapping your arms around your husband, you buried your face into his neck. Losing the ring you'd worn almost every day for years didn't seem so criminal anymore.

"Alfred Solomons when did you learn to say something so romantic."

Your husband only chuckled as he step away, grabbing some of the boxes you'd pulled out in your panic.

"A master never reveals his secrets Dovey. Now come on. Let's clean this up and then we'll go get you a new ring eh? Wouldn't want any gangly miscreant thinking they've got a chance with you would we?"

Looking at the damage you'd done, you couldn't but sigh, maybe it would have been better to wake your husband immediately before diving head first into your expedition. Now you were kicking yourself since you'd just redone all the work you'd don't last week reorganizing every thing.

"I'm not sure the jewellery shop will still be open today by the time we finish Alfred. I'm not even sure we'll be able to finish this in a week with the mess I've made."

Your husband just bonked you lightly with the broom he handed you and nudged you in the direction of the living room.

"That's alright Dovey. Because unless you've got some nefarious little plans I haven't heard of to steal my dog and run off, I don't think either of us is going anywhere anytime soon aren't we?"

You could only smile and kiss him on the cheek.

"I suppose you're right. We've got all the time in the world...."

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Two years later...

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"Shelby, I want my dog."

The Shelby in question turned around, eyeing the woman before him. He knew this day would come. Only he expected it to be sooner, a few days, maybe even a week later...but now it was four months. Four months since he....despite his feelings towards the man, Tommy couldn't help but feel slight regrets for what he'd done. Especially seeing the state of her now, standing in his garden.

"He's just gone on a walk with Charlie and Finn. They should be back in an hour or so."

"I'll wait... I see you filled in that empty plot of ground. They're lovely flowers, I don't remember them being there two winters ago."

Tommy averted his gaze to the bushes you were pointing at. Indeed the small alcove where you'd hidden with your husband had been filled. In its place grew a thick rose bush, blooming with life. You smiled, and to anyone else, they might have thought your look truthful. And some of it was, thinking of the happy memories connected there. But Tommy could see deeper than that. Behind the smile he could see the same pain he had when he looked in mirrors. The pain that came from losing the thing you loved most. For as different as you both were, he knew the tactic you played, though the mask you wore was much brighter than his. And for now he decided he could respect that. He could pretend just for a moment, if only to help you. It was the least he could do, seeing as he was the reason you wore it... He was the one to pull the trigger.

"You're right. The gardener put them in almost two years ago, right after the party where Arthur and Finn tossed Michael into the lake. Do you remember that one? I saw you talking to my sister but never saw you leave that night."

A genuine chuckle left your mouth hearing his words. You played with the ring on your left hand. Only two years old and very expensive, but in that moment, it felt like you were wearing another ring again. One that was much older and worn, that you hadn't seen in years.

"I do. That was certainly a night I'll remember forever. It's a shame you got rid of that little alcove. It was a nice little spot away from the world wasn't it."

Tommy could only nod and take another drag of his cigarette.

"Did Alfie ever tell you about the first and last time he gave me roses in person. I mean, of course he probably didn't and I'll have to tell you sometime, but I think you might find it funny. There's a lot about him I'm sure he hasn't told you. But then again, knowing him there's probably a lot he did..." You trailed off, staring at the flowers a bit longer, remembering that day over a decade ago, not really meaning to tell Tommy that, doing so anyway. After all, no one had heard from you in months, so it made sense to him, that you'd be eager to talk to anyone. Even the man you should hate most in the world.

Silence descended on the pair standing tense in the garden. There was so much to be said, but neither knew where to start. Truthfully, you'd only talked to Tommy a handful of times, but he felt like he'd already known you like his sister. He couldn't help but scoff, thinking of all the times Alfie had gone off on a tangent about you during a meeting. Sometimes, your mention had nothing to do what was being discussed at all, Alfie just liked to brag about the good he had. In the end it was Tommy who spoke up first, the guilt of his past actions finally caving in on him.

"Y/N, I'm sor..."

"Don't. Thomas, I don't want you to say sorry," turning from the vibrant blooms, you faced the capped man. "I don't want you to say sorry, because you know what? I don't blame you. You're completely alright. I'm not mad at you.... It's my fault I suppose. I could have stopped it."

Tommy raised his eyebrow, curious to what you meant, and also concerned. There was something in your eyes that made his stomach turn slightly hearing those words. But he couldn't exactly place why.

"What's that suppose to mean Y/N?"

You only let out a bittersweet laugh and stared out into the garden again, sitting on the edge of a familiar fountain before you revealed the truth.

"It's my fault he's gone I think. I should have known. I should have never left that day and I could have stopped it."

Tommy's brows furrowed as he sat down next to you.

"What's that mean? You couldn't have known what his plan was? It's not your fault."

Absentmindedly, you picked at the leaves of a nearby bush. Though your voice was even, Tommy could practically see the war inside your head.

"It's how he kissed me when I left that day. I was only going to be gone a few days to visit my friend who was suppose to have her baby soon. Nothing dangerous. But it's the way he kissed me that should have tipped me off. He kissed me the way he did when he got on the damed train, in that damned uniform. He kissed me like he didn't think he'd see me ever again, going to die in the war. And I guess he didn't."

Tommy didn't say anything. He just let you continue. Something in his head told him, he needed to let your speak, he needed to keep you here tonight. If he let you leave today, no one would ever see you again and something in Tommy told him not to let that happen.

"You know I still haven't admitted it to myself just yet... The truth," standing up you began to pace around the fountain, circling the water. "Since I first got the call I haven't picked up the phone anymore, I'm scared of what I'll hear. I haven't opened any letters, because I don't want to see what they'll say. I still haven't even gone home yet. I've been paying for a hotel room by my friend's house and only leaving by when I need more food. I know it not good for me, but it's all I can find I can do. I've been telling myself it's just that. He's gone to the war again and he'll be back in a few months." Though you spoke with a smile as if talking about the weather, it was easy to see the pain in your eyes. You thought denying the truth would make the hurt go away. But it wouldn't, Tommy knew it was only a matter of time before you broke. And like with Cyril, he felt like he was the one who needed to help. So he decided to play along for now, letting you keep your act up. Atleast until he could figure out the best way to fix the mess he still felt he'd made.

"You tell yourself it's the war eh? Do you write him letters."

"Yes, I write him one almost every day. But I haven't sent any. Did you know that I was rarely able to send them to him during the war. Something about his post being secretive, and no one should know where it really was. So I'd just... write a letter everyday and when I got a letter that his squad was resting at a safe camp every few months I'd just send the packet of them.... If I was lucky I'd get one back, but most of the time I just had to wait. I learned a lot about waiting then. I learned it was better to laugh too. Laughing helped me stay sane."

Standing up, Tommy began walking with you as you stepped deeper into the gardens.

"Laughing eh? Well I guess it's better than what I did. Almost drunk myself to the grave and then fucked off in a caravan with my son for a month. Seems you're handling it better than me."

You could only scoff at his response.

"Oh don't worry, there's been plenty of drinks for me too. I'm a happy drunk though, so I guess it helps my plan. After all, as long as I'm laughing, I don't have time to cry. I don't think I'll be able to stop crying the day I begin. So I'm just trying to hold off as long as I can."

"Aren't we all."

Silence fell in the garden again, and the two widowed souls walked back to the house. It was starting to get back and Tommy had noticed Finn's car pull up a few minutes ago. When you reached the back door you were met with a fluffy beast knocking you over as soon he'd caught sight of you. Cyril was happy to have at least one of his masters back. The man taking care of his now treated him well, but he still missed life with his old owners, even if he couldn't express it in words.

While you reunited with Cyril and applauded Charlie on the tricks he taught the dog, Tommy went to gather some of Cyril's things and have Francis prepare a room for you. Tommy had no clue where you'd take the dog, but seeing as you seemed adamant about staying away from Margret, and apparently didn't despise Tommy (somehow), he thought it made sense to let you stay the night for a bit. And something still told him to convince you to stay even if just for one day.

On his was back down the stairs he noticed something sitting on the table and there was a click in his brain. He remembered the curiosity brought to him that morning during breakfast, and suddenly a lot of odd business meetings made sense. He finally realized who'd messed up the empty dirt patch that night two years ago. Grabbing the object off the table, Tommy headed back to the drawing room. Inside you were still petting your beloved dog, even though Finn had taken Charlie to get ready for bed.

"Y/N, I went up to grab some of Cyril's things, but I think it may be better for you to spend the night here. It's getting late and I don't think either of us wants the dog getting hurt if you were to crash."

You laughed gently at his words, not caring to ask about the hand behind his back. Not thinking much about his words, you accepted his offer. You knew you should be mad at him, hate him, even what to kill him, but you couldn't. You were too tried to be mad at anyone right now. Besides, it wasn't like you knew where you were going anyway. You just wanted to see your...his dog again. Maybe if you had that little piece left, it would make it easier to move on. It would make it easier to pretend you weren't alone now.

"Alright. I'll stay. But only so Charlie can give Cyril a proper goodbye. I'd hate to tear them apart, it seems they've made close friends."

"They have," Tommy smiled, genuinely happy thinking of how closely his son had bonded with the dog. "Cyril's stuff is in Charlie's room now infact. They've taken such a liking, I can't keep them apart. We can get his stuff tomorrow, but I do have one thing I think you may want now."

You looked towards the Shelby man curious. "What is it?," you questioned.

Silently Tommy extended his hand to give you the object he'd snagged from the table.

It was a single rose... But something was different about it. The stem seemed to have grabbed something buried within the dirt to take along as it began to grow. Twisting and turning all the way out of the dirt, outwards towards the sun, as if offering the shiny object up. An ages old promise from the rose to the sun of an endless truth, never broken even in death...

The rose was offering his sun a ring.

And not just any ring. A wedding ring. Simple and worn, it had been stolen off a rich toff from a boxing match many years ago. It had survived work and war, seen blood and lust, and so many other things. And while the ring didn't define the marriage it represented a promise you thought you'd never see again. But here now, seeing how tightly the rose stem had grown around it, you knew you'd never have to worry about that again. Not even death could stop the love the rose proposed to his sun. Even in death he'd still offer her life.

You couldn't even take the rose from Tommy's hand before you finally broke. Laughing at the irony, Tears streamed down your face as you sunk to your knees, all the pain you'd been bottling up coming out. And thus you sobbed, hard. So hard in fact, it felt like you couldn't breathe. And you sobs were still mixed with laughter of disbelief as a million memories ran through your head, but none as loud as the one of that night and the morning after.

Two years ago you'd lost that ring. Alfie promised that he'd look multiple times whenever he went back to the house, even if it meant having the meeting in the garden like "a bunch of prissy ladies at a fucking tea party" as he'd called it. And for two years he'd had no luck until now. But today, your rose had finally found the lost ring, even if you'd lost him months ago.

Setting the rose gently on the table, Tommy sunk to his knees too. Letting you grab onto him, for a shoulder to mourn on. He knew you needed it. For so long you'd shut yourself away, denying the truth and trying to act like it didn't affect you. You wanted to pretend your world wasn't falling apart and now you couldn't any more. He'd been he same way, except he didn't have anyone to help him. He couldn't burden his one year old son with his grief and he knew most of his family still resented Grace to some degree. They hadn't been as destroyed by her passing as he had. He didn't want you to be alone like he had. For as many terrible thing as Tommy had done, he couldn't bring it upon himself to leave you alone now. And so he sat on the floor, holding you in his arms as the cracked dam finally broke.

That night, until the early hours of the morning, Thomas Shelby sat comforting the wife of the man he'd killed. And he would until she'd fallen asleep, finally worn out from her grieving. In the morning he'd offer breakfast and they'd get to talking about the loves they lost. They were still both hurt and broken and mourning what they'd lost, but they weren't alone now. For two people so different they both knew what the other felt so deeply. Little snippets and stories about happier times, while watching a little boy play with a big dog, laughing as the pair rolled in the grass. And while both still grieved, there was a peace to be found in being with someone who knew how they felt.

And while they talked, Y/N played with the ring on her finger. It was new and expensive and fit just right. This one was only two years old and didn't have many memories but she loved it just the same. And upstairs by her bed sat another ring, but this one was held tightly by a rose she'd placed in a vase. This was the ring that she loved more, and the one she really wanted to wear, but she couldn't bear to tear it from the rose just yet. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to. Maybe she'd let the rose dry out and preserve it like she use to do someone's at the flower shop when she was young. But for now she's let it live as it was.

Holding on tightly to a promise that not even death could divide...

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While all this happened a mailman was headed towards Birmingham with a letter from a dead man, asking about his dog and looking for his wife....

#Alfie Solomons x reader #peaky blinders x reader #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders #alfie solomons #tales from the flower garden

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quigonswife8 · 7 months

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Blood: Johnny Cage x reader

[gif creds: @mortal-kombat-1]

After a papercut, Johnny tends to your wound

A/N: Gotten back into MK after years and this man is such a comfort character for me I can't. Haven't played the story-mode so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, BUT I love him :)

Bold is Johnny speaking btw

Warnings: blood, injury

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A gasp falls from your lips: the crimson red blood dripping...dripping and blinking onto the book placed crookedly on your lap. A soft groan, your eyes following the blood dripping it's almost...hypnotic.

His voice is...distant, like something humming in the back of your mind. "(y/n)?" your name on his tongue so soft so quiet, like a buzzing? The blood...it continues to drip creating a patch on the book...and oh man you just got that book too.

Once again, he calls your name. No response to him, only your eyes trained on the cut on your finger, the blood continuing to drip. Although it's not until a sudden touch on your shoulder, finally brings you back to reality...then the pain sets in once more.

"AGH!-"

"Sweetheart."- you see him, he kneels in front of you. Those glasses pushed up, his eyes soft- beautiful- as they stare into yours. "...are you okay? I called your name a few times but you didn't answer.

"John..." the pain is so bad, you groan quietly. "...sorry I was...distracted. I-"

"You cut your finger! Here let me take a look."

He gently takes your right hand- he narrows hie eyes, focusing on the cut. He wouldn't say it out loud to not worry you, but the cut is worse than he thought: he glances at you for a moment before gently letting your hand go and bending to stand back up.

"I'll be back in a flash sweetheart."

John is a complicated person: he's a famous movie star, adored by many, he comes across as egotistical sometimes. To you, though, "johnny cage" is simply John carlton: the sweet caring man who would do anything for you. The man who compliments you daily, is there to wipe your tears and be your shoulder to cry on. Who still gets butterflies when you say "I love you.", and promises to love you until his dying day, cause damn it you're his world.

"Sweetheart..."

John kneels back down: his eyes soften once more. He gently takes your hand, one soft kiss on the back of it, one on the front. His right hand moving to tend to your cut and he's so gentle it's almost like you can't feel his touch at all.

"Hey John...?"

He almost doesn't hear your voice at first.

"Yeah sweets?"

"Thank you..."

His smile is so infectious that you can't help but smile; those perfect pearly whites...but there's a way that he smiles when he's only around you. Around others his smile is genuine, but around you there's a different way that he smiles.

Like he trusts you most cause he does, cause you're his world.

"You're welcome...oh and i'm done by the way."

I didn't even notice

He presses a soft kiss to your fingers, each one, and extends this to your other hand. Then he places a soft kiss to your cheek, then your forehead, and finally settles on your lips: his kiss is so pure so beautiful that no matter how many times it's happened, it still feels surreal.

"I love you sweetheart..."

"I love you more." and as John let's out a soft chuckle and pulls you into his chest, you're reminded time and time again that he's your home. The light of your life, and you would never change anything for the world.

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AHHH okay this is the first thing i've written in ages so i'm sorry if this is bad BUT johnny has my heart so <3

#johnny #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mk1 #comfort character

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Chapter five.

warnings: +18 smut; fingering, penetration, kinda praise kink?

notes: FINALLY i was so nervous but excited to write this. i know some of you were waiting for this so this chapter is long af. enjoy.

Head buzzing. Cheeks still warm. Heart racing.

As i went to bed that night i couldn't stop thinking about it. That kiss. My skin still shivered just thinking about his touch. His hands cupping my cheeks, his warm lips against mine.

He'd be the death of me.

One side of me was completely mad about him, and the other side was just as concerned.

What would we do now? What if someone found out? My heart almost hammering in my chest as i thought of my classmates' faces if they found out. I didn't want them to think i was trying to seduce him to get my thesis done, i didn't need to do that. I wasn't that kind of person, and he knew it. Or i least that was what i expected.

Thursday morning was already slamming at my door. All my thoughts still rambling through my head as i entered the classroom, and then there he was.

Formal but simple clothes as always, his hair always in-between of being put together and decontracted, his characteristic front strands fell on his forehead.

He looked at me stealthily among all the people during all class, and i could sense that he was thinking about it too.

As the bell rang, always at 10 am, i hessitated. Should i go and talk to him? should i go? All my doubts vanished as i saw him slowly walking towards me, as he was doing time while all those people left the place. Hands in his pants pockets and a side smile. Oh my fucking god.

"Hey".

Silence; the tension almost intoxicating the two of us. He broke it first:

"Listen, i was thinking about last tuesday and-"

"You don't have to worry about it, you know?" I said, stopping him mid-sentence. "You're my professor, i'm your student, it's all clear". My tone trying to sound convincing as if we didn't just made out in his car two days ago. Obviously, it wasn't that clear.

He smirked confidently, looking at me. "I know that".

I looked at him quite confused; Was he the same man that acted all nervous an hessitant last week? Didn't he care at all?

"Well, okay then".

"I've read your progress on the thesis, it's going very well" he continued like nothing happened, though i sensed some tension in his tone. "Though I have made some corrections starting from page fifteen that i would like you to look at".

"Oh, okay." I didn't even know what to say. "I will look at it when i get home then".

I looked at him, batting my eyelashes nervously as he kept watching me stoic, almost analyzing my movements.

Then, all of the suden, he grabbed me from behind my neck with both hands and pushed me against a near wall where nobody that would enter the room could see us. He kissed me hungrily, breathing heavily due to the fast movement that he had recently made. I responded quickly, closing my eyes and grabbing him from behind his neck as his hands traveled from my own neck to my waist, bringing me closer to him. Our mouths devoured each other, this kiss was not like the previous one. This was a hungry, sinful one, as if neither him or i could wait any longer. As if we both knew that all this could only bring trouble.

Heat starting to fill my body and his when suddenly a loud noise echoed the space, like a door slamming in the distance, not the one in this room but it felt like it.

We both broke the kiss in a heartbeat as a instinct reaction. Chests coming up and down quickly, eyes filled with unsatisfied hunger.

"I want to see you again". I whispered to him. If it was still a bit of shame left in me, it was already gone.

"Would you like to come home? you could bring all your drafts"

I laughed at his innocent proposition, given to what just had happened.

"I would love to" I said, smiling at him.

"8 pm is alright? I could pick you up if you want"

I looked at him, smiling nervously.

"What? it's not like you haven't been in my car before" He said, with a smirk.

I laughed and gave him a playful hit on his arm. "8 pm is just fine".

He smiled, quite hessitant. I could sense that he was just as nervous as me.

I mean, the damage was already done, right?

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Nighttime had already come beneath us as he parked outside his house. A big, but modest one. Light grey walls and big windows, now covered by dark blue curtains.

The inside felt very cozy; warm lights, a round, wooden table at one side with a brownish sofa and big book shelfs.

A few wall paintings and a wine cellar from where he picked a bottle and two wine glasses. I looked at him almost blushing at the whole situation.

He was wearing a grey sweater and dark jeans, a bit more casual than what he'd wear at class. Silver hair perfect as always, the lines forming in his mouth as he smiled and handed me the filled glass.

"Thank you". Our fingers touching so slightly as i took the glass. He sat besides me at the sofa.

"Well, how did you do?. He said as he pointed at the drafts and papers on my hands.

"Pretty well, i would say. What do you think?" I handed him the papers as he put his glasses on.

He observed them in silence with a hand in his chin as i looked him with doubt. He chuckled to himself as he read them.

"What?" I said, opening my eyes to him.

"You are very incisive" He said in a playful tone, french accent dripping deliciously onto each word.

"I thought you already knew that".

He smirked as i continued: "Takes one to know one, right?"

The warm, subtle lights carressing his features as he drank the red wine.

"What makes you think that?"

"It just seems that you always know what you want".

He stayed in silence and sat closer to me. One hand on the sofa backreast, behind me. I continued:

"Do you?". Maybe it was the wine, already starting to hit on my words, or the way his eyes looked darker in the night. He smiled softly at me.

"I don't always know, no" I looked at him over my eyelashes, silence echoed the room as he continued. "But i think i know what i want just now".

He carressed my cheek with his fingers, the touch so tender but intoxicating. I needed his touch, his mouth on me again. I couldn't wait any longer.

"Vincent" His name coming out of my mouth as a pathetic moan as i begged to him. "Please, kiss me"

"How could i ever refuse?"

He then broke any remaining tension grabbing gently my cheeks and kissing me deeply. Slowly this time, as we had the night to ourselfs. He tasted like the sweet red wine we just drank and so was i. His perfume smelled, in fact, like a classic one. Wooden but not too harsh, just perfect on his skin My fingers ran into his silver hair as we kept deepening the kiss, both now lying down the sofa.His warm tongue intertwined with mine as his hands ran through my waist and i could feel the heat coming down my body.

He broke the kiss, heavy breathing as he whispered near my mouth.

"Are you okay with this?"

I nodded at him and attempted to kiss him again but he insisted:

"I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with, baby"

My entire body shivered just hearing the petname coming out of his mouth and his tenderness at each moment made me feel secure.

"I need you, Vincent. Please" My words coming out as weak whispers as my head buzzed, i needed his touch more than anything in that moment. His eyes getting darker as he was hearing me beg. He lifted me up softly in his arms and carried me into his bedroom.

The room was dark as only the weak, pale moonlight entered through a window besides de big kingsize bed. We were standing at the edge of the bed as i could feel my cheeks getting warmer and warmer under his touch. His hands slowly taking up my shirt as he stared with devotion at my body. His eyes wandered at each mole and each mark. Then he slowly kneeled in front of me, leaving a trail of gentle kisses down my stomach. He looked at me from below with greedy eyes.

"Can i?" He whispered to me, touching the button of my jeans. I nodded slowly as he began undoing them. My body now covered only by black lace underwear and bra.

"Mon Dieu" He whispered, still on his knees. "You're beautiful".

I carresed his chin with my hand as he stoop up slowly, without breaking eye contact.

"Now it's my turn" I said, as i took his sweater and the rest of his clothes off.

His skin soft and warm as we kept kissing deeply on his bed, the air so intoxicating as his touch. Wet kisses on my neck and collarbones. His hand slowly playing with the hem of my panties as i cursed under my breath.

"What's the problem, dear?" He whispered in my ear with a cheeky tone.

"Vincent, please"

"Give me words and i'll give you what you want" His fingers almost touching my aching flesh.

"Touch me, please" My words almost tripping.

He smiled and ran his fingers into me, playing with my clit as i left out a pathetic whimper.

"Merde, you're so fucking wet" He whispered to my ear as he kept touching every fold. He then slid two fingers into me, almost making me lose all reason.

"Oh, Vincent" I kept moaning his name, my core aching under his touch as i could feel his bulge growing against my leg.

"Yes, chérie?

"Please, fuck me." I begged to him, leaving all sense of shame behind. I needed him so badly, like i never needed anybody.

"I love it when you say my name like that" He said as he slid my panties down my legs and freed himself from his own underwear, his big length against my stomach as he pumped himself a few times.

He then stretched out an arm to reach the drawer of the nightstand from where he picked a condom. His firm body glistening as he put it on and then positioned himself between my legs, grabbing them firmly.

He sank into me slowly and i could feel every inch inside me, his head resting on the crook of my neck. He stayed still for a moment, feeling me warm against him.

" Putain. You feel so fucking good" He said as he began thrusting me, slowly picking up a pace.

My nails against his back as i could feel him so big inside me, my head buzzing as i heard the sinful sounds of his thrusts getting more wet and more sloppy.

"Fuck, Vincent" my moans getting more and more out of control. "Keep going, please".

He smiled and then bit my lower lip. "You're taking me so fucking well, baby"

Then he rolled me over the bed. My face now against the pillow as he began thrusting me from behind, hands grabbing my waist as he fucked me deeper and faster.

"You're being such a good girl. Just look at you"

I turned my face so i could see him while he kept fucking me, his silver strands of hair falling into his glistening forehead and his eyes dark and seductive. I started feeling pleasure waves getting bigger and bigger, my core aching for a release.

"Fuck, i really want to ride you" I whispered to him as i could, with half my face still resting on the pillow.

He smiled at me and slid himself out. I whimpered instinctively at sudden lack of contact.

"Go on, then. Show me how good you can fuck me" He said as he lied on the bed.

I climbed on top and sank into his length slowly, almost painfully slowly. My eyes pierced at his as i did it.

"Putain, tu vas me faire jouir" He moaned, almost cursing, under his breath.

My movements took a faster and faster pace as i felt closer to my orgasm. He grabbed firmly my breasts as i went up and down, playing with my sensitive nipples.

"Oh, God. Vincent, i'm gonna cum"

"Go on, chérie. Go on and cum all over me".

My body trembled as i felt closer and closer, i tried to close my eyes but he stopped me.

"No, no. Don't do that. Look at me, i want to see your pretty eyes"

Those words sending me even closer as i felt my orgasm reaching every part of my body, trying to keep my eyes opened. His eyes filled with magnetic lust.

"Fuck, Vincent" I moaned with the little energy i had left as he pushed himself one last time, cumming inside me.

"C'était tellement bon, chérie" He whispered into my ear as i lied on the bed besides him, totally surrendered by his words. I loved it when he'd speak to me in french.

He gently kissed me on the forehead as he put his arms around me. My head resting on his chest as we instantly fell asleep in the still warm bed.

next chapter soon

#vincent renzi #vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi smut #vincent renzi fanfic #swann arlaud #swann arlaud fanfic

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themultifandomgal · 11 months

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Can you do a Jay Halstead one where she gets hit on at a bar and Jay gets super jealous and protective?

Jay Halstead- Waste Of Time

I arrive at the bar waiting for my boyfriend Jay to finish work

"Hey YN, whats your poison?" Gabby asks me as I sit down

"Just a beer tonight. I'll get one for Jay as well, he'll be here any minute"

"No problem" Gabby turns around and opens up 2 beers. I text Jay to let him know I'm here and I have a beer waiting. Work has been tough for us both, with me working double shifts at the hospital and him working overtime at PD, we haven't had much time with each other. It will all be worth it though when we finally get out dream house

“So when do you think you’ll be able to move?” Gabby asks

“Not sure. With us both working overtime we’re hoping by the end of the year, but I guess anything could happen” I give her a shrug and take a sip of my beer

“I’ll be back in a minute just need to serve someone”

“Sure” I give her a smile and she walks off. Not even 10 seconds later male voice starts talking

"What's a pretty girl like you doing alone?" I look up at a man I've never seen before

“Just having a beer after a long day” I say trying to be polite but not as wanting to get into a conversation with this man

“How about we get out of here. I know a place down town” he then leans into me “I know where we can have a good time” I chuckle shaking my head

"Not interested sorry. I have a boyfriend who will be here any moment so I suggest you leave me alone before he sees you"

"Well I can’t see him, so where is he?"

“On his way” I say blandly at the man now getting really annoyed

“Come on, no girls turned me down before. He doesn’t have to know” Gabby walks over to us

“Your just wasting your time. She’s very committed to her boyfriend. Now she’s asked you to leave her alone”

“I’m just having a little fun” I roll my eyes and try to move past him but he grabs my wrist pulling me into him. That’s when I spot Jay walking into the bar. He spots me and doesn’t look happy

“My boyfriends just arrived. So I suggest you let go because he’s a….” before I can even tell the man that Jay is a cop Jay approaches us

"Get the fuck off my girl" Jay attempts to say calmly

"He’s your boyfriend?” The man laughs “you could do so much better”

“What like you? Not thanks. Now please let go of me”

“Oh but we were about to have to much fun”

“No we weren’t. Get off your starting to hurt me” I say as his grip on my wrist gets tighter

“Let go of her now”

“Or what?” The man challenges

“You asked for it. I’m arresting you on charges of harassment and assault”

Once Jay has done his arrest he returns back to Mollys. I hand him a beer while I’m holding an ice pack on my wrist that Gabby had given to me

“Thanks” I say

“Don’t have to thank me. You ok though? Can I look at your wrist?”

“Erm yeah think it will just be bruised” I show Jay my wrist which is very red

“You want me to take you to Med?”

“No, don’t be silly it will be fine. I can move it, don’t worry”

“But I do worry”

“I know but I’m fine. Why don’t we finish our drinks and head home”

“I like that idea” Jay places a kiss on my forehead and takes his beer in his hand.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x you #jay halstead #jay halstead x oc #jay halstead x yn #chicago pd

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twary · 2 years

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May I have reader reacting to the crusaders gently kissing them? Like, reader didn't expect this kind of kissing, because they are like, big and buff men that are always read to fight? ;)

And how would they start the kiss and how would it feel?

MY HEART IS WAAARM! Thanks for this lovely request, dear anon🥺😫✨

Oh, the boys obviously already have feeling for the reader And...Well, this post got much, much more longer than i thought it would be, sorry (＞人＜；) (but omg, i love this post so much, thanks againg for this request! 🥺💜)

Oh, there is a little sdc spoiler on Jotaro's part‼

There's a lot of love and fluff ahead, enjoy :3

Cut for length~

Jotaro

Today, you and Jotaro are sharing a room, usually u have a room just for you but the hotel was almost full, so there were only two rooms available, Joseph and Avdol are in one and, obviously, you and Jotaro on the other. Unfortunately Kakyoin was still in the hospital due to the fight with N'Doul.

Also, you're feeling a little off, so is good to spend the night with someone in the room. Jotaro is not the talkative tipe, but still, you can say that you two get along well.

It was his turn to shower, you were the first. Already in your pajamas you hit the bed, you fall asleep very quick.

When Jotaro gets out of the shower he spots you all sweaty with a very bad expression for who is sleeping pacefully "Oi, wake up!" He shakes you a little until you're awake, by the look on your face it was not a good dream. He put his hand on your forehead "You've said earlyer that you was not feeling so good, right? Your face is hot, must be a fever" He doesn't say anything more before going to the bathroom again and returning with a wet towel, wich he gently places on your forehead "I'll bring you some medicine, don't get up" But before he could go you grab his wrist, you were clearly scared.

He sat by your side and waited for you to tell him what were you feeling and why were you so desperate. You told him about your nightmare while some little tears were falling down. When you end telling him about it you are a little afraid of what a man like him would think of you: afraid of a nightmare? Are you a kid now?

He puts his hand on your right cheek and wipe a tear with his thumb, you were suprised by his action, it was the last thing that you expected. While you were lost in your thoughs, he slowly approached you lips with his, he took his time, the kiss is slow, soft and yet passionate. Your heart skips a beat when he leaves your lips alone making you realize what just happened.

"Maybe with this you can have good dreams now" He leaves the room to get your medicines leaving you lost in the kiss that he just gave u. A little time pass and he is back, he gives u the medicine, a glass of water and wait for you to take it. When you're done he puts the glass on a table near by and lay beside you. With no futher explanation, he close his eyes "Good night"

You were paralized for a second, but then you lay dow with him and, a little automatically, take his hand, you can feel that this suprised him, but then a smile form on his face (and maybe a little blush too). You had good dreams that night.

Kakyoin

It was a beautiful morning, you and the crusaders are in the hotel, you would stay until the afternoon, then take a train to continue the journey to egypt.

After the brakfast, you decide to take a little time to relax, this trip is stressful and you barely have time do breath a little, so, at least until you all catch the train, you decided to calm your mind and body.

You took a book from the hotel shelf and headed down to the pool, what could be more peaceful? You sit by a little table with two chairs and a umbrella in it. The wind was refreshing and the sun was bright.

Some time passes and you hear a familiar voice from the chair next to yours: "Oh, i've already read that one! I can say that the plot is really good" You took a little jumpscare, you are so into the book that you haven't even heard him approaching. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" Of all the boys, Kak was the closest to you, he was always very friendly.

The book was put aside, chatting with Kakyoin is awesome, especially cuz you two have the same taste for some stuff, so the chat flows very easly. In a certain poin of the conversation you mention a book that you've read once, it was he's favorite "Did you like it too? I'm glad, some people just hate all the cliché in this book" You told him that when you were younger you wanted to live those clichés that were always in books or movies, but now you understand that this all is just fictional.

"You think so?" You nod. He takes a moment and stares at you and then get up "W-What about i prove that you're wrong then? He is clearly shy, his ears are a little red, but his expression is serious, his hand reach yours by the small table, he intertwining his fingers with yours. He has a determined face with shine in his eyes.

His lips finally mets yours, they are soft. The kiss is a little hesitant at first, but then it turns out to be really sweet, gentle and lovely. When the kiss end his face is full red, even himsef can't believe he made this, but even with it, he manages to keep his composture "*ahem* I'm heading back inside to see if Mr.Joestar and the other need something before we leave, excuse me" His voice is a little low and he avoids looking into your eyes.

He doesn't have talked to you since then, until you were all on the train in this afternoon. Kakyoin sat by your side still avoiding your eyes "Listen, i just wanted to apologize for earlier, i-" Before he can say anything more you hug him. You can feel his face turning red, he is hesitant to hug you back but then his arms slowly rest over you "So you feel that way too, huh?". You don't even have to see his face to tell that he is smiling.

Polnareff

He was the one who had to go buy some stuff for the group in a market near by the hotel that all of you are in for today.

We all know very well what happens when Pol is alone around the town, so your task is to go shopping with him today, just in case.

Obviously he's all happy that you're coming with him! All the shopping process is full of silly jokes and laughs, he is the best at making you laugh and go for a bad mood to a really good one. Once he told you that he likes ur smile.

You two are already in the hotel hall, when those silly moments of joy with him and the others sudenly crosses your mind...It can end at any moment, after all, you and the crusaders are all targets of skilled and powerfull stand users. You really doesn't want to lose them...

Seems like Polnareff sense your worry, after all, he is the crusader who most spend time and talk with you, he already knows you very well...He hold your hands and get closer: "Chéri, whatever you're worried about, you can always count on your knight in shining armor!" His tone is funny and he's with a silly face on, clearly trying to make you laugh. It is strange to see such a buff man like this.

"And you know? You were much more prettier this morning" When you're about to say something he kisses you, is fast, but gently and sweet enough "Because you were smiling, mon amour"

You're static in the same place, that was very sudenly and now you don't know what to think-

When you come back to your mind you can see he running away with a smile, u can almost feel that all this kiss thing was planned...Well, who cares, after all, now you're smiling too.

Avdol

You and your friends are already in Egypt, the end is finally forming...It's already night and there is no hotel neither a city near by, you all decide to camp for tonight.

Polnareff and Jotaro are putting the tends up, Joseph and Kakyoin are cheking the food and water for the dinner and you and Avdol are responsible for setting up the bonfire. There are some papers in your stuff that u don't mind burning, so let's go.

You two are sit side by side, Avdol already set the fire and you are throwing some papers to keep it-"Hmm...This doesn't seems to be righ-OUCH!" Polnareff was in the ground with the whole tend on top of him, the noise was more loud than you could imagine.

Kakyoin is the fisrt who breaks the silence "Oh my god HAHAHA- How can you-HAHA *ahem* I-I mean, are you okay?" Kak's still giggling while offering his hand to help Pol to get up but he just pull the cherry boy to the groung too "You're laughing at what, huh? You can't even stand-" Before Polnareff could end the phrase a pillow hit his face "Oh no, now you asked for it!" And like that, a pillow fight starts, it doesn't take too long for Jotaro and Joseph get involved too.

You and Avdol can't help but laugh at all this situation: "Everyone was so stressed out about what we gonna face...Is really good to see that a simple moment like that can bring up smiles, isn't it?" He have a soft smile on his face.

You two keep talking while laughter echoes in the background, the mood is very light and warm, especially 'cause Avdol is beside you, is very easy for you to feel comfortable around him, even if he was a little intimidating at first.

Suddenly you spot a picture of you and your family behind some of your papers. In this moments the laughs seems to fade and you stop. It can't be helped, you just left whitout futher explanation and maybe never come back to they. You miss your family and worry about them.

it's almost instantly that Avdol notices your sad expression and the forming tears "Hey..." The tone of his voice is calm, but a little sad...He gentle ups your head in his direction by the chin and place a soft, warm and, especially, comforting kiss in your lips. Slowly, he distances his lips from yours keeping your chin up "I can't make the happy moments last forever neither the sad ones go away, but i really want to make you happy in all of them" His words are like honey and the look on his face is soft.

When you're opening you mouth to tell him about your feelings a pillow hits Avdol. Obviously the pillow fight won't end anytime soon, but that's okay, 'cause this moments are priceless, especially with this man by your side.

Joseph

It is a pretty calm day, you and Joseph are in the town, there is not a particular reason, he just felt like having a little time alone with you, since you joined the crusaders he was very gentle and friendly with you, he says that talking and be around you is calming, after all, you and the crusaders already faced several powerful enemies and went through really stressful situations.

Your eyes spoted the window of a bakery, the good looking cakes took your attention and for a little second you stop to see them, that's when Joseph notices that you stoped waking beside him and come back to see what are tou looking at "Oh, do you want some? They look very yummy" Before you could refuse (cuz he already have spend money asf on this trip) he completes: "To be honest i was really wanting to eat something sweet these days...Cmon, let's get inside" And practically drags you inside.

There are a lot of goodies that make you eyes sparkle, they seem divine! You look for Joseph to ask what is he getting, but he is already with a bunch of food in a outdoor table waving at you.

The first one he wanted you to eat was the cake that you saw in the window; it was a strawberry cake with whippedcream and a really pretty chocolate decoration. He took a plate and cut a slice for you and him, he already took a bite. When you were reaching for yours, he stoppped you. "Now, close your eyes and say 'aaah'" You roll your eyes, but that's okay, he's with a big smile, he is happy! You're definitelly not gonna ruin this moment!

With you eyes closed you feel the cake in your mouth, so you close it, but then something soft reach your lips.

You open your eyes just to see Joseph kissing you, his lips taste like strawberry by the cake he ate. The kiss is very tender. He is with a big smile "The sweetest, isn't it?" He has a little of a joke tone in his words.

You place a hand in your lips to clean the whippedcrem he left on it, you are trying to act normal, but your face is red and now you're shy "Hey, don't worry, actually, you're the sweetest here" He is very good with words, and very good on making you feeling like a blushing mess too "You won't help me eat all this?"

Oh god, in this day you two have ate so much you could explode! But of all the sweets you tried today, Joseph is still your favorite.

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bridgertonbabe · 2 months

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How do Eloise and Phillip fit into the Bridgerton Brothers AU?

Phillip's a recording engineer who owns a studio and works exclusively with instrumental musicians like Sophie. Right from Sophie's first recording session the pair formed an instant bond and she faithfully collaborated with him for every one of her albums.

Though he had absolutely nothing to worry about, Benedict couldn't help feeling a little bit jealous every time Sophie returned from a recording session with Phillip and gushed over how switched on he was and just how perfectly he understood the sound she wanted to make. Even when Benedict tagged along to the sessions and saw just how enthusiastically Sophie and Phillip discussed the music and nothing more, he couldn't help the pinch of jealousy as he wondered if Phillip admired his wife on a deeper level beyond a professional working relationship. He didn't doubt Sophie's love for him but he just wasn't sure if he fully trusted Phillip to not try something.

While he kept his jealousy hidden from Sophie to avoid causing any issue unnecessarily, he did express his feelings to Eloise, hoping she could provide him with the assurances he needed to hear that he was simply being paranoid and merely envied Phillip's deeper understanding and technical insight into Sophie's music. Eloise told him as much, though she did offer to tag along to Sophie's next recording session to assess the situation herself and get an idea if Phillip did in fact harbour some feelings for Sophie beyond Benedict's green-eyed paranoia.

And so Eloise accompanied Sophie to the next session, though as soon as she shook hands with Phillip she completely forgot about her motivations of coming to the studio in the first place. Sophie smiled to herself as she saw how well the pair were already getting on, having always had an inkling that they might make for a great match. In fact they almost got on too well as after playing a song Sophie had to call out Phillip's name several times to get his attention for some feedback, only for Phillip to apologise profusely as he had forgotten to press record due to Eloise's presence distracting him completely.

"Well?" Benedict said immediately as soon as his sister had picked up his call.

"Well what?"

"What did you think?" he hissed. "Does he seem into Sophie?"

"Oh no, no, no, no, no." Eloise laughed off. "Not in the slightest, Ben, don't you worry."

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent; Phil's not into Sophie."

"Oh thank god." Benedict breathed a sigh of relief.

"But he is very much into me."

"Wait - what?!" Benedict spluttered.

"Quite literally, in fact." Eloise added with a cackle.

Benedict pulled his phone away to stare at it in utter bewilderment before he brought it back up to his ear.

"El, where exactly are you right now?"

"Laid up on the floor in the recording booth. Phil's gone to fetch us refreshments from the fridge."

"You slept with him?!" Benedict squawked in disbelief, flabbergasted by the turn of events that had led to his sister having sex with the very guy he had been worried might be into Sophie. "El, what the fuck?!"

"Have you ever done it in a recording booth before? Because if you haven't, you should. The acoustics are fucking next-level." Eloise recommended, not even remotely bothered by her brother's incredulity. "Anyway, I've got to go. I'll fill you in on Phil filling me in once we've resurfaced."

Benedict stared dismally at the wall as his little sister hung up on that crudely disgusting note and he lowered his phone with a sigh. Fortunately before he could dwell on the fact that he had been informed unprompted about his sister's sex-life, Sophie slipped into his lap and distracted him with kisses. At the very least the one silver lining he could take away from the unwanted information about Eloise's sexcapade was that since Phillip was into her, Benedict had no reason to worry about the man having any interest in Sophie.

#asks #philloise #eloise x phillip #bridgerton brothers au

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nescaveckwriter · 4 months

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Paintbrushes And Romance

Dean x Reader

Part 4 🥰

A/N: Okay y'all this is where the magic is, it truly starts here...🥰🐞

Warnings: Some light swearing, Some Sexual Content, Anger, and that's about it🙈

It's been days, no really weeks since you've seen Dean around, Bobby told you, that he and Dean talked about what happened to you after seeing you in tears, you wouldn't say your angry at him for telling Dean, just a bit nervous, maybe even disappointed, you started falling for this man with his charming smile and now all that has gone to hell. His just going to look at you, with eyes filled with pity, thinking that your some little broken version of that 20-year old girl, well your not, your stronger because of it.

You asked for your order of vanilla latte to go, not feeling up too running into him, anger flushes your cheeks, yes your angry, at him, for meddling and not giving you the chance so that he could really get to know you, without all the drama. Thanks Julie, your voice sounded more distant, than you wanted it to. Trying to get a cab to pull over and pick you up, is clearly not in the cards for you today, well I'll just walk then, you mumbled too yourself. Throwing the empty cup into the nearest trash can. Searching for your phone in your purse, while walking, was not a good idea, you bumped into something, looking at what it was, that's when you saw him, sun shining through his hair, damnit you said underneath your breath, Dean!

Hey, he says, a small smile tugging at his perfectly, kissable lips, sorry I didn't see you, you strutter, oh its okay, I'm glad I get too see you though, his green eyes, piercing through your soul.

Well I need to go, your voice a little more shaky than anticipated. No wait! Dean says. I don't want to wait, I don't want you looking at me, like I'm going to break anytime soon, I don't want too see the damn pity in your eyes, you ruined everything ,the words roll over her lips.

His flinching at the anger in your voice, what? I haven't said a word, nor have I looked at you with pity, I wouldn't do that. I just... Deciding you heard enough of him, your heart can't take it anymore, you turn around, started walking towards the other side, swaying your hips, like your showing the irritation and anger, that's inside you. Not turning back once to see what he's doing, you wanted to, but you knew you couldn't, it would be like your heart is betraying your mind, so you just walk on.

.....

Looking at you while you walk away, surprised look on his face. Damn this woman will be the death of me, he thinks, biting his lip, while watching you sway your hips, like some kitty cat that couldn't get her will. I'll leave her alone then, that's the right thing to do.

Hell no, you will not Dean Winchester, man up fool, he gives himself a little pep talk, before sprinting towards your direction.

Right behind you, he grabs your hand, wait he said, you flung to him, wanting to spit some fire to him, but before warning, his lips crashes to yours, it started out gently, but the closer your bodies came, the more your lips did the talking, and your tongues just along for the ride, his fingers tangled in your loose hanging hair, all while the other hand is on your lower back, pushing you closer to him. You slightly standing on your tippy toes, so he doesn't have to bent done as much, forgetting where you two finds yourself, the kiss goes deeper, neither of you can hold it anymore, the two of you needs to come up for air, breathing heavily still snug in each others arms, he is the one to break the silence first, sweetheart he says still out of breath but satisfied with himself, I don't pity you, I admire you. I've never met anyone like you, and I probably never will. Your brave and free, you are strong and a bit cheeky, he let's out a little laugh.

You look up too him, into his eyes, searching and that's when you can see it he means every single word he says... Tears burning, to spill over the edges, you can't quite seem to find the words, how much it meant, hearing him say that, thoughts racing through your mind, he doesn't wait another second, for his lips to find yours again, standing out in the open, on such a cold day, first sign of snow flakes falling but you never felt so warm in your life, you thought, getting lost in the rhythm of your dancing tongues.

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respectthepetty · 11 months

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Please share your favorite gmmtv actor ships - they do not need to be a fixed couple, if you have those (because i do). Also, this is not meant to be an ask for real people shipping, if you are uncomfortable with that. Just your favorites maybe in terms of on-screen dynamics or any other criteria. Sorry if this is so vague 😭

Anon, serious questions before I begin - Can First and Water be a favorite pair because the amount he cries in each series, I need my babygirl to stay hydrated?

Or can one of my favorite pairs be Sing & a suit/necklace combo with the shirt unbuttoned and his man bitties out?

No? Not what you are looking for? Well, then, let me redirect to my favorite people ships rather than shipping people with inanimate objects.

So . . . before I jump in, just remember that all of these HAVE happened, so I'm not crazy:

Gun x Gun?

Hold on before you think I'm not taking this seriously! I already stated I think Gun is one of the best actors on GMMTV's roster (if not the best), so understand that if GMMTV won't let him make out with Sing when both of them were giving us sexual tension as ToddBlack, or give Tor a little kissy kissy in Midnight Museum because they were brothers or whatever, at least let the man play against himself more. It could be like the Barbie movie, but with Gun being everything. It'd be fun to see, and if GMMTV wanted to go dark sci-fi, he could answer that age-old question: Would you have sex with your clone?

Neo x Phuwin

We had this. They were paired together in Cause You're My Boy. Then they were hinted at in Dark Blue Kiss. But then, they were made into brothers in Fish Upon the Sky, so Phuwin now has Pond, and Neo got Louis. But why though? Why were we denied another adventure of these two being paired up together?! I had them down on my hopes for a 2023 offering, and I'll have them down every year from now on. I want them back! NOW!

Earth x Papang

Aof was crazy for pulling this off in Moonlight Chicken, but now that I've seen it, I can't unsee it. And even more, I WANT IT! I have never seen Earth kiss like that, and he has had several partners. Did Aof strike a goldmine with this pairing? Papang has always done his job, but these scenes, which lasted no more than eight minutes, gave me an alternate timeline that I must see play out on my screen. Immediately.

Pond x Nanon

If Aof was crazy for Earth x Papang then Jojo was batshit insane for Pond x Nanon in Dirty Laundry. These two had a strip-off pole dance in a club called Boys Next Door, Nanon twisted Pond's nipples for information, then Pond's character had sex with a client with Nanon and Film's character in the car. This shit was wild, but that was only 15% of the hijinks between these two. I need them to recreate this creepy magic, and I need it to be twelve episodes long with at least 52 minutes runtime per episode.

Gigie x Fah

Since I mentioned Jojo, The Warp Effect is queer. QUEER! It gave use Fluke with Thor, Jan with Silvy (oh, my God that magical being could choke me!), and Mark with Best, yet, it toyed with us by suggesting the possibility of Gigie with Fah. Be brave about it, GMMTV! More than one wlw couple can exist in a show. Give me a redo, and this time, give me these two picking each other again, and again, and again regardless of what Alex (New) does with those Polaroids.

New x Sing x Fluke

Mentioning The Warp Effect reminded me that these three could out beat any historical trio including Destiny's Child, The Jonas Brothers, AND Charlie's Angels! Sing and New have been around for a bit, so I'm surprised they haven't acted in more together, but throw Fluke in there, and they had the perfect dynamic: Gay pretty boy and former bully with kinky puppy and space enthusiast trying to help out their bi idiot friend (it's canon to me). Sing and New will be in the Thai remake of Cherry Magic, so I'm sure Fluke could fit in there somewhere somehow. Make it happen, GMMTV!

First x Khaotung x Sea

And on the topic of throuples, this one hasn't happened, but by golly do I want it! Whoever paired First and Khaotung together deserves a Noble Peace Prize, but whoever thought of interviewing them with Sea deserves the Library of Congress Living Legend award and to be the Grand Marshall at the NYC Pride Parade. That person gets it. I'm not shipping them as actual people together. I want whatever chemistry they had in that interview to be transferred onto the screen and brought to me in 2024 because only a Year of the Dragon can handle the fire they would deliver.

Pawin x Satang

GMMTV, you know what you did in that Star in My Mind x Our Skyy 2 episode was effed up. I don't care how many times you pair Pawin up with other boys. You know what you did, and I'm taking this grudge to the grave.

Ohm x Perth

The fact that Double Savage cast them as brothers instead of a one-sided love affair was in the words of the most beautiful Raye a "DUMB DECISION!" Then to have them color coded?! THE AUDACITY! And no, I will not be writing about the colors because unless these two get paired again, as LOVERS, I will rewire this story in my head of what it should have been to deserve these two amazing actors partnered up with each other rather than the poop pile I got. I wrote what I wrote.

Joong x Dunk

If you know anything about me, know that I'm a JoongDunk fan first, and a human second. It has absolutely nothing to do with their acting even though that's what you asked for. It has everything to do with them. Much like the interview with First, Khaotung, and Sea, Joong and Dunk in their interviews are ridiculous. They resort to tomfoolery and instead of answering the questions, they start arguing about the most trivial details. ForceBook and GeminiFourth do this, but add in JoongDunk's live streams and Safe House footage, and I don't know how they get anything done when filming because they are either arguing, dancing, napping, or giggling. Hidden Agenda yesterday, please!

Bonus: Since this was exclusive to GMMTV, I couldn't include who my ultimate acting pair is, but if you know me, then you already know, so without further ado

MAXTUL DOMINATION!

#maxtul above everyone and everything else #Where is Transplant?!#GMMTV's paired offerings #JoongDunk #Gun x Gun #first and khaotung AND sea #NeoPhuwin #PawinSatang #EarthPapang #PondNanon #NewFlukeSing #I was robbed of Ohm x Perth #ROBBED!#Gigie x Fah

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maleyhae · 9 months

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STAY PONY

a Ponyboy angst fan fiction

Warning- Angst, Suicide, yelling, cussing, Cannon/uncannon events, cringe, I'm litterly sleep deprived I haven't sleep for 3 days and it's like 2:11 in the damn morning, mention of self harm cuts, attempt(?) , mention of PB&J(Pony x Johnny)

Enjoy?

A few days after all it happened I start to lose myself yeah maybe I had Cherry but it I'm honest she isn't him.

If you don't know what I mean me and boyfriend Johnny Cade ran away because he killed a Soc and there was a fire and we saved the kids sadly only I survived as he died a couple days later.

Funny thing is that night our best friend dally it Dallas Winston committed even though it was by the cops he knew it would get him killed.

My grades have slipping and I started to lose myself to and that's Darry my oldest brother is gonna yell at me but I learn not to run from it not after what happened and knowing it was because I ran out of the house and to him he's dead.

It was another night I've just got home Cherry Valance had wanted to hang out and when I came home that's when I saw an angry Darry.

"Great just fucking great" I've said out loud but not to loud just for me to hear. I then walked in and not even are you okay is anything wrong cause I had also gotten jumped and there was a bruise I got a "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK PONYBOY STAYING OUT TILL 1 IN THE MORNING I TOLD YOU TO COME HOME BECAUSE THEN DAMN GRADES ARE SLIPPING" from him.

"GOD ALRIGHT I'M SORRY I WAS PAY ATTENTION TO THE DAMN TIME DARRY I'M SORRY THAT MY BEST FRIENDS DEATH ARE STILL EFFECTING ME WHICH THEN EFFECTS MY FUCKING GRADES!"

I've snapped that's never happened before I was shocked to usually he'd calm down but something about tonight was different because he had used something hurtful against me.

Johnnys death.

"DON'T YOU RAISE YOUR FUCKING VOICE WITH ME GOD DAMMIT PONYBOY MICHAEL CURTIS!" He yelled against me I don't remember what I said even though soda pop looked shocked which confuses me that I can remember that but not what I said.

But I got a "OR WHAT YOU GONNA RUN AWAY AND GET OF OUR OTHERS FRIENDS KILLED BECAUSE OF YOURSELF LIKE JOHNNY HUH? MAYBE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU JOHNNY AND DALLY WOULD BE HERE FOR FUCKS SAKE!" this wasn't like him he's never done that before and then it happened I started to cry.

Before any of this happened I forgot to say after johnny death my grades start to slip because I thought it was my fault and I had gotten a little suicidal and depressed.

After I realized I was crying I ran into my room and locked it.

'Fuck man everything hurts'I thought to myself.

From my healing scars to my freshly cut ones from yesterday they hurt. My head hurts probably from not eating god dammit. My eyes from all the crying I've been doing since I lost him. To my heart because why did darry say that he would never say that.

Then It came to me that I should just kill myself and maybe he'll be happy. It shouldve been me instead of him oh god Dally why didn't you get him instead of me?

I remember I had a rope for when I would climb into cherry room I could use it and that's what I did.

I climbed up on my chair and tied it on something and my neck and pushed myself out the chair and that's Sodapop and Darry walked it but it was to late I thought.

I saw Johnny god he so beautiful just like the day I left him.

Then I hear Dally and Soda cry and I heard a brief

"Stay pony it's gonna be okay these doctors are gonna safe you."

But thing is Johnny took my hands into his and guided me with and I even got my first kiss.

#maleyhaes angst time #maleyhae fanfictions #johnny cade #the outsiders #ponyboy x johnny #johnny cade angst #ponyboy curtis angst #ponyboy curtis #johnny x ponyboy

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flimflamfandom · 9 months

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Bad Ideas for Second Dates

A fic about Rocky, his girlfriend (who was created by @ladybugkisses please follow her if you haven't) and how to make a rough second impression.

"Well, Ivy, we gotta hurry up! We need to be at the Arbogast place pretty soon if we're picking up that new shipment!"

"Ugh."

"Ugh?"

"Ugh." Ivy rolled over in bed, and sighed. "I'm sick, Rocky. I feel awful."

"Oh...well, Calvin was gonna drive the full shipment, but...who's gonna join me in the Decoy?"

"Not me," she said, "I can barely get out of bed...and I'm also upset with you fer makin' Calvin work while his poor, waifish Fiance is stuck in bed, withering!" She dramatically posed, groaning, as Rocky rolled his eyes.

"Oh, c'mon, the other night you beat a man up and stole his jacket, you're hardly WAIFISH." Rocky put his hands on his hips. "And besides, Calvin doesn't need to spend EVERY night with his girl...friend..." Rocky's ears stood up. His eyes went wide.

"On second thought," he said, "I know just who to call!"

"Your work?" Ari asked, cocking her head to one side. She was leaning on a wall outside the Daisy, her ears propped up, her eyes looking into Rocky's.

"Sure! I'm sure you'd do great for it!" He smiled brightly, and put his hands on her shoulders. She blushed, just a little. He leaned in. "Besides, we get the FUN part of the job while my cousin has to do the less fun part!"

"What're we doing?" She asked. "What sort of day to day work do gangsters do? Meeting celebrity clients? Getting into shootouts? Attending fancy parties?" She seemed excited at those prospects. Rocky hissed in a breath.

"I have a feeling you're about to be...less than impressed by my source of income." His ears drooped. "We're baiting."

"Baiting? Like...a decoy?" Her ears drooped, too. "Oh...that sounds...dangerous." She wringed her hands nervously. "There aren't gonna be people...coming after us, are there?"

"Some nights, yes, some nights, no. Our primary rivals have been rather quiet lately! I think they're trying to hire new axe men after I disposed of their old employee." Rocky laughed. "I hear they STILL haven't found his left foot!"

Ari looked...frightened. "Sounds...harrowing."

"Oh, Ari, c'mere." Rocky scooped her up into an embrace, and rubbed her back. "My cavalier approach to the job is done with the idea in mind that present company is...aware of the danger! I can be very careful when I've got a mind to!"

"Promise?"

"Promise, my love." He moved some hair from her face, and kissed her, purring as he walked her to the truck.

The actual pass off was easy this time. The rather unglamorous drive from Defiance back to St. Louis started well!

"Nothing so far." Rocky said. "Usually, if we get past this point, we're pretty safe."

"Oh?" Ari leaned on Rocky, and smirked, raising her eyebrows. "It's very romantic out, isn't it? That big moon, the bugs chirping, the breeze..."

"Hehe...yeah." Rocky smiled at her, too, still driving. "It's very romantic." He peered at the mirror on her side. He narrowed his eyes.

"...whaddya see in that mirror?" He asked.

She looked. She gasped. "...something's following us! I think I see a face."

"Damn and blast! Our romantic tryst ruined by the cowardly antics of the Marigold Room..."

"How do we know they're Marigold?"

"One of 'em look like a weasel?"

"...yeah."

"It's them." Rocky grumbled. "How I loathe them..." He looked back. "See that big box on the floor? There's a big gun in there."

Ari opened it, and saw - well. He did SAY it was big.

"What sort of rounds does this shotgun even take?" She loaded a few in, finding it intuitive.

"Buck shot. Pretty normal stuff - it'll stop a man in his tracks! Ivy likes to use slugs but I find those more effective for cracking windshields and-"

BANG!

"...you're right! It cracked their windshield pretty well!" Ari shouted, smiling. "They both look fine though." She sighed. "A bit of a relief if you ask me, I couldn't stomach killing someone..." She began to shiver and shake, as the car suddenly turned off. She leaned over. "I think...I think they left?"

"We'll see...there's a pretty well known spur here, if they're quick they'll-"

Before he could say 'pop out in front of them', they popped out in front of them, and slammed on the brakes. Rocky stopped and huffed, smirking. "Well. Time to see the fun part, huh?"

"...Rocky I love you but-"

"But what?" His eyes were wild, and his smile toothy and wicked. What Ari didn't know quite yet about Rocky was his...gruesomeness when painted into corners. He was someone that Marigold people typically avoided.

Not tonight, it seemed.

Rocky got out of the car. he was approached by three men. One looked like a weasel, and the other two, a black cat and a gray cat, looked unremarkable. Ari poked her head up over the dashboard, keeping a hold on the shotgun, but also on the only other heavy thing inside - a tire iron.

"Evening, gentlemen!"

"What's with shooting up the-...wait a minute..." The weaseley one looked Rocky over. "...I know you..."

"Surely you're mistaken, Wes! With a brain like yours I'm amazed you know anything, let alone a face!"

That quip earned Rocky a stiff punch to the jaw. This made Ari tense up. She gripped the gun a little tighter.

"Whoever you think I am, I assure you, I'm not! I was only passing through on my...condensed milk delivery route!"

"Oh? Let's see it."

"See what?"

"The condensed milk."

Rocky began to walk to the back of the truck. Ari wanted to be waiting there with...something, but before she could even begin to, Rocky walked into the back with one of the men.

"So, as you can see, we're at the end of our route here, and-" Before Rocky finished the sentence, he slashed the man's throat, and stabbed him. Multiple times. There was blood all over the back of the truck.

"It's him! Boss, it's him!" the other man shouted.

"Get into the car!" Wes replied, as he ran back towards it. The man rushed after him, but was left behind by a scared Wes.

"...no honor among thieves, hmm, young man?" Rocky, covered in blood, approached the man, who-

BANG!

-"AHG!" Rocky winced and fell backwards. "My brain is FURTHER DOWN, you idiot! Now it just STINGS!" He gripped his ear and writhed on the ground. The man laughed, nervously and incredulously. "I'm gonna kill Rocky Rickaby? I really am! They'll hang pictures of me in the Marigold Room! I'll never have to work another day in my life!"

Rocky huffed. "Please, I urge you, reconsider! Spare a thought for a poor, tender hearted gin man!"

"Hush up! Any last words?"

"...don't look behind you."

"Huh? I-"

THWACK!

Standing where the man once stood was Ari, with a bloodied tire iron. She looked drained and gaunt, huffing, as if she was struggling just to stand.

"...Thanks, sweetie!" Rocky got up, still grabbing his ear. "Man, we made short work of them!" Rocky cut some of the dead man's suit off to make a bandage, and wrapped it around his head. "We gotta take him back, we have a...place for bodies." Rocky, ever the gentleman, carried the body and put it in the back of the truck himself, not making Ari lift a finger.

He was nervous, though...if only because the drive home was deadly silent.

When they got back, Rocky looked dejected. Horrible. He never looked like that after a mission...but the silence told him enough. he knew she was going to go for someone with a less dangerous career path. How did Calvin ever do it? How did he land a girlfriend who loved him so much they were getting MARRIED and he just ruined his only chance with this woman! She was too beautiful, too wonderful to replace. He sighed.

"Rocky?"

"...hmm?" He looked over, taking off his hat and holding it over his chest.

"...I'm glad you're safe." She said. She walked over to him, and put her hand on his cheek. "And...I love you very much but I don't know if I want to do that again."

"You're sure?" He asked.

"I mean, I handled it okay, but it's very harrowing stuff! I mean I'm probably gonna need to think this over a lo-"

"I meant when you said you loved me."

"...Rocky..." She shook her head, "hold me, sweetheart." She put her arms around him, and he did the same. "Nothin's gonna stop me lovin' you...even if you do gruesomely stab people to death multiple times while smiling and laughing."

"What else could I have done? He was in the truck, I was afraid he'd see you!"

"Awww, you did that to keep me safe?" She kissed his cheek. "Well, aren't you just a knight in shining armor!"

"Oh, Ari..."

"Oh, Rocky..."

"...you're sure you don't wanna join me again? You're pretty handy with the tire iron."

"I think I'd rather not." She said. "No matter how romantic it is to think about you protecting me like that it was a bit worse to actually LIVE through!"

As the two parted ways, Ari walked out of the club through the main building, running into Mitzi along the way.

"Hello, Miss May!" She said.

"Well hello, Ari, how're you?" She asked, shooting that sly, southern smile to her.

"I'm fine - Rocky stabbed a man to death for me!" She swooned. "Isn't he a dream?"

"...sure." As Mitzi walked further down the stairs, she looked towards Horatio.

"She's the only one for him, Horatio." Mitzi said. "In more ways than one."

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy cats #flimflamuniverse #rocky rickaby #ivy pepper #ari from ladybugkisses #roari #@ladybugkisses I'm sorry if I didn't get her quite to character!

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blog-name-idk · 2 years

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 29

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 1526

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Jungkook Good morning, baby

You You're right next to me

Jungkook But you're texting back And I wanted to see you blush You're just so cute :) I love you

You I love you too Now put your phone away so I can show you how much

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Jimin Well I guess one date is enough for Jungkook's hands not to be "disgusting and unworthy"

Jin Technically not even before the date finished I'm the only gentleman here

Taehyung coughprudecough

Namjoon ?

Jimin Hyung be glad your room isn't up here

Hobi Jimin YOU of all people are complaining about the noise??? After the first night?

Namjoon Ooooohh I see

Jimin How dare he scold us When he got to take her out on a date wearing a FUCKING CHOKER

Jin Oh yeah That was Yeah

Yoongi wait what

Namjoon wait what

Hobi You're joking

Jin You mean choking? Ohohohoho

Jimin Shut up hyung

Jin How dare you I'm hilarious

Jimin She wouldn't even let me kiss her ughhhhhhhhhhhghghgh

Taehyung He's been bitching about it since yesterday Shut up Chim I'm trying to listen to our girl moan

Hobi Wait isn't that Kookie?

Taehyung Well I was still able to finish

Jin Did you really have to announce that to everyone?

Namjoon We're all going to hell

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Jin Hey wifey <3

You Hey Jinnie <3 Thanks for waiting up for us last night! And for letting Kookie use your car, that was really nice of you

Jin Anything for my favorite girl

You Anyway, what's up?

Jin I made french toast

You !!!!

Jin So when you kids are done with your "activities" come down

You Hmmmmmm? What activities?

Jin You know exactly what I'm talking about

You I'm sorry, you'll have to elaborate :)

Jin Let me take you out tonight and maybe I'll show you after

You Sooo tempting, but I have plans sorry Maybe next time!

Jin You're killing me

You You snooze you lose babe And you snoozed

Jin Wait have you been teasing me because I wouldn't fuck you in my car?

You No Maybe

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Hobi [Y/n]!

You Hello sunshine! :) What's up?

Hobi I can't believe I never actually asked you out properly Or took you anywhere

You It's fine! Things just kinda happened I'm not mad about it :)

Hobi No! I want to make it up to you Let's go somewhere fun soon!

You Haha okay It'll have to be after Jackson gets back though!

Hobi Okay! Is there anywhere you want to go in particular? My treat <3

You Oh actually! I've wanted to go that amusement park near us for like ever

Hobi Uh

You I love rollercoasters! I haven't been on one in so long

Hobi Okay, amusement park it is :)

You Wooooo I read that they have a new ride And it's now the second fastest in the country I can't wait!

Hobi What

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You Min Yoongi

Yoongi that is my name

You What's this flash drive on my desk about? It's not gonna give me some weird virus is it? Omg is it so you can watch me through my webcam?

Yoongi good idea actually

You Yoongi!

Yoongi it's a song

You Couldn't you just show me yourself?

Yoongi no

You Why not??

Yoongi i made it for you

You Awww are you embarrassed??

Yoongi no just too busy

You Mhmmm okay :) I'm gonna listen to it now!

Yoongi ok

You Omg

Yoongi ?

You Marry me, Min Yoongi

Yoongi bring the papers

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Taehyung Come keep me company at work It's so slow today :(

You Am I just your boredom relief? 🥺

Taehyung You know I just want any excuse to see you

You You are a dangerous man, Kim Taehyung

Taehyung Only for you, pretty girl

You Omg stop

Taehyung Aw are you flustered over text? Wish I could see that cute face in person

You I'm not flustered!

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Jimin She's totally flustered It's so cute

Taehyung :)

Jimin Wtf Kookie just swooped in and grabbed her to go do something

Taehyung :(

Jimin Did I tell you how fucking unfair it is that [y/n] wore a FUCKING CHOKER on her date with Kookie?

Taehyung Only like a hundred times Including the group chat You could have at least gotten a picture

Jimin She looked soooooooo sexy you don't even understand And then she just LEFT

Taehyung Chim you've complained to me so fucking much It's like you want ME to take care of it

Jimin Huh

Taehyung ?

Jimin I… have a boner?

Taehyung Huh Now I do too?

Jimin Well

Taehyung Well

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You Hey Joonie?

Namjoon What's up?

You So Jackson comes home this weekend

Namjoon Did you hear that?

You ?

Namjoon That was the sound of my testicles retracting into my body

You Lmao why are you so terrified of my brother? Aren't you guys friends?

Namjoon Yes That's why I'm scared

You … Of my brother The one people call Wang Puppy

Namjoon You don't understand It's not your reproductive organs on the line

You Oh my god lol Come on, he's harmless

Namjoon To you!!

You Joonie come on

Namjoon Remember that one guy who kind of stalked you your freshman year?

You Wait we didn't know each other freshman year… How do you know about that? Are YOU a stalker?

Namjoon Hah hah I heard about it from Jackson before I knew you You know he transferred schools right

You Yeah, thank god So lucky

Namjoon Yeah uh Your brother might have had something to do with that

You Wait what

Namjoon You don't want to know the details

You I kind of do

Namjoon Your conscience is better off not knowing Suffice it to say There was… coercion involved

You I have so many questions

Namjoon Can we just leave it at that for now? It's wise to fear the wrath of a gentle man So let's please focus on the current issue? Which is keeping your favorite seven roommates alive

You Ugh fine but I'm not forgetting this So we have to figure out a way to tell him that I'm not with just one But all of you guys

Namjoon He's going to kill me Or at least castrate me

You Let me think of something okay? I'll protect you Joonie!

Namjoon God you're so cute I trust you to protect our future children

You Uh excuse me At least buy me dinner first before we talk about kids

Namjoon Oh fuck I didn't mean to say that out loud I mean type it out loud I mean type it to you I just

You Lol I'm messing with you Joonie I know you were just joking

Namjoon Haha yeah totally

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You So I know I forgot to send you a selfie But I swear I wore it!

Mina Hm What can you tell me to make me believe you

You Well I had to stop Jimin from seducing me before the date when he saw And Kookie DEFINITELY seemed to like it And when we got home Jin was staring somewhere between my eyes and my boobs so

Mina Lololololol I knew your boys had taste Alright I believe you

You Okay good I'm calling in that favor

Mina Bitch already?

You But you'll like it! Probably

Mina …

You It involves my brother

Mina Continue

You How are your feminine wiles?

Mina Are you asking me to seduce your brother?

You Maybe

Mina Why

You Maybe I just want my best friend and my brother to be happy together?

Mina Yes but I smell an ulterior motive

You Can't get anything past you Well I was planning on this anyway But recent events are forcing me to speed up

Mina Ohhh You're gonna break the news that you're getting plowed by seven guys

You Yeah, apparently Jackson is actually uh Very protective? Remember that dude who wouldn't leave me alone freshman year?

Mina Ugh fuck that guy

You Well according to Joonie My brother "coerced" him to transfer

Mina Oh shit That's fucking hot

You ANYWAY Joonie is scared they might get similarly Er Coerced

Mina Lmao it's a 7 on 1 and they're still scared? Makes your brother even sexier

You Ew So anyway my general idea is You come over before he can murder anyone And give him those sexy eyes you do

Mina Lol you really think that'll work on him?

You Probably? It's not like you ever tried on him I've never seen it fail I mean that look is enough to make me ditch my boys for you

Mina Aww love you too babe <3 So I'm going to distract your bro with something sexy And you're going to help me

You Yes

Mina Girl if it works I'll owe you two favors

You Hooray!!!! We can begin our evil plan when we get drinks tonight?

Mina 👍 Bringing any pokemon?

You I mean I should But it's also kind of cute seeing them panic Maybe we can keep their salvation a surprise

Mina Girl have I been rubbing off on you while they've been rubbing off in you?

You Why are you like this

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#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts ot7 x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #min yoongi x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jung hoseok x reader

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