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dejwrites · 2 years

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ invisible ink ⠀ 〳 ⠀ beelzebub, mammon, & simeon ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) receiving thirst traps to your ddd.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — established relationships for all of them, suggestive content, masturbation, pet names [babe, pretty], mentions of cum, slight exhibitionism with beel's part, profanity, well for mammon part..reader is a witch mammon owe money to but they're also fwb..so still an established relationship lol, thirst traps are sent with consent, male moans audio links included, my first ever content for obey me so pls be kind, reblogs & comments are highly appreciated, remember don't send unsolicited thirst traps babes, minors dni !!

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — BEELZEBUB

— IT WAS QUITE LATE FOR YOU AS YOU SAT AT YOUR DESK STUDYING. You could hear Asmo's soft snores after he fell asleep in your bed. The two of you were supposed to be studying, but actually, whine up skimming through fashion magazines and doing skincare masks on each other's faces. But now you were stuck cramming in the little bit of information you could remember. With your earphones in your ear while writing different You could feel the headache slowly clawing at your brain as the ends of your pen brushed against your lip. The sound of your music banging at your eardrums while you were writing before the familiar ding interrupted the soothing beat. When you glanced at the message, your face lit up seeing Beel's name.

When you clicked on his message thread, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion at the video. You expected your boyfriend to be sleeping at this hour, but the video that was sent to you said otherwise. The sound of his deep moans replaced the once pop song you were listening to. Despite wearing earphones, you still turned around to be sure that Asmo was still sleeping peacefully. Your heart was pouncing against your chest hearing Beel's low moans in the video. Assuming he was trying to keep his voice day due to Belphie's presence in their shared room.

You had a perfect view of Beel's cock in the dim-lit room. The wet sounds of him caressing his cock caused you to let out a relaxed sigh. Your eyes stared eagerly at the way the lower half of his body quivered under his own touch. The sight of his perfectly shaped v-line all the way down to his ginger-colored hairs that decorated his happy trail. You nearly evaporated at your desk watching as he was palming his cock so slow. Even letting his fingertips brush against that one vein on his cock that only pops out when he's super horny and desperate to be touched. Desperate for your touch.

"Please Y/N, come touch me."

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — MAMMON

— YOU COULD HEAR THE FAMILIAR DINGING AS YOU FINALLY LET SLEEP PULL YOU AWAY. You let out a low groan as your hand extended to reach for the dinging device on your nightstand. When you saw the familiar name on your screen, your eyes instantly rolled in annoyance. As you rolled over on your side to get comfortable, you opened your messages to see the text. "What the hell does he want at this hour?" You asked yourself.

You hope he didn't want to hook up at this hour, especially given how hard it was so sneak by his eldest brother's grasp. The relationship between Mammon and yourself was complicated. Severely complication. Yes, he was technically in debt with you and you could possibly make his life a living hell with just a snap of your finger and a spell. However, it was just something about him. It was the way he always had something smug to say to you when you reminded him of the debt he was in.

When you clicked the video, your lips couldn't help but curve into a smile. The pornographic sounds of Mammon's palming his cock echoed out the speakers of your DDD. Like clockwork, when he moaned out your name, you instantly became turned on like a hormonal teenager. Your eyes were glued staring at Mammon's cock. On some days when you're on your knees for the Avatar of Greed, you adored the sight of his cock simply because it was pretty. The most perfect-shaped tip that he loved tapping at your entrance teasingly before he's bottoming down inside you. Or the fact that it had a slight curve to it.

His utters of your name and even more lewd comments caused you to instantly exit the video completely sexually frustrated. You texted him. "See you in ten minutes idiot!" the text read which Mammon read instantly and responded.

"Only if you clear my debt."

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — SIMEON

— THE THICK PASTEL-COLORED DUVET WAS PULLED UP TO YOUR NOSE AS YOU WERE ON YOUR PHONE. The brightness of your DDD irritated your eyes as you were wondering who would text you at this time of night. A subtle yawn escaped your lips as you unlocked the device to see the bright red icon notifying you that you received a new message. When you clicked it, your boyfriend Simeon's message thread was at the type. You were expecting his poetic goodnight-message he always sends that causes butterflies to erupt in the pit of your stomach like a lovesick fool. However, your hand went up to rub the sleep out of your eyes with a quickness at what he sent. The video didn't have any message with it, he just sent it. No explanation, no flirty message. Nothing.

When you finally clicked the video, the sound that came from your phone instantly woke you up. Your teeth grazed at your lower lip as you watched the pornographic sight of your boyfriend palming his cock. You hated the fact that instantly you became breathless as if Simeon was physically in your presence. He had that effect on you for some reason. Subtle things could have you feeling ditzy for him and it could be as little as just letting his fingertips graze upon the insides of your wrist.

You shifted yourself in your bed and you could feel yourself sink further into the fluffiness as you were laying on your back with your phone. Thighs clenching together in anticipation at the glorious sight of Simeon's cock. His desperate whimpers caused a bone-chilling shiver to travel down your spine. Your eyes lit up with so much lust as Simeon's hands glided up and down his tanned shaft while uttering your name. In your mind, you kept wondering how he always could leave you breathless. Your body radiates heat by the second before you're shoving your hands in your pastel blue-colored pajama shorts.. You couldn't pass up the opportunity to make yourself feel so good with the type of video that was sent to your DDD.

"Cum with me Y/N, please cum with me." Simeon's voice whimpered on the video.

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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be kind rewind

summary: your new husband should know sex tapes are probably a bad idea but you both have packed schedules for the next almost year. who are you to fault him for wanting to remember how you are in bed. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse, you read your lines verse w/e ) word count: 2083 warnings: normal priscilla actress reader warnings apply for this. daddy kink. collars. the usual. if you're reading this knowing my jam with them, i don't need to over warn. p in v sex ( protected, dove has a birth control patch ). sex tape. blink and you very very much miss it puppy kink. stupid love birds being in love. talk of their former break up. no use of y/n, just nicknames. author's note: here's the double dip fic for day 17 of kinktober, sex tape with austin butler x priscilla actress reader. so i set this once again in the future for them when they're happy but pre-oscars so austin is about to go from the press junket to dune to bikeriders and dove is going to be going to her projects. so they will be apart for a while. the vegas wedding on the press junket happened so they're married as well. enjoy. i had this in my drafts for a while but i finally finished it.

"Aus, do you know if the camera is set up right?" You ask from your perch on the bed. You're dressed in your laciest set of lingerie despite Austin making jokes about how you could be naked for the start of this and he wouldn't care.

For his part, he is actually naked when he comes into the camera view after checking for what seems like the fifteenth time that everything is fine. He nods slowly, stalking over to you like you're prey. "Positive, and it's not connected to any laptop or computer. We're safe. Dove, I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't take every precaution for it getting leaked. You know how I am about that."

He's seen what leaked sexual things can do to a person he loves and while you make him selfish and make him want to throw every rule he might have about relationships and his limits out the window, he would die rather than to cause you harm- intentional or otherwise. After all, hadn't you both done enough of that to each other already?

His body is like a big cat or a crocodile slinking over to your with intent in his eyes and his cock surprisingly already ready for the occasion. You eye him under lidded eyes, your hands moving down to play with your lace covered breasts. Austin's lips curl into a smile.

"Already getting started without me?" He chuckles, climbing on top of you, his hand moving to cover your own.

"Figured you wanted a show before watching us fuck." You bite your lip, attempting the best doe-eyed look you can manage before you kiss him softly, your lips gently caressing his as your tongue presses against his lips.

"You're acting like I'm not going to have you on the phone when I'm watching this every day." He smirks into the kiss, knowing you'd find the image he's trying to paint of him being so needy for you that he has to get off to this every single day more than a bit intriguing.

You buck your hips up just a little, only to be stopped by his hand grasping your hip. "Every day, Aus? And you call me needy and insatiable." Your teeth dig ever so slightly into his lower lip, pulling it into your mouth as you continue to kiss. "I'll be on set, I can't have phone sex with you every second."

"You sure about that?" He grunts, his hand on your hip moving to slide your underwear down. "They can make an exception. Tell them you need to talk to your Daddy."

The light slap across his chest has him snickering into yet another kiss as he pulls your panties down finally- exposing your warm cunt to the air. You shiver slightly as you speak. "Everyone knows my dad is dead, and no one needs to know I have the most perfect Daddy waiting for me on his own set. Waiting for me while filming with some very famous actors." Your hand slides down his torso to his aching cock, it's a little red, furiously leaking precum like it's going out of style. It would have been a shame if you didn't wrap your hand around it, stroking it ever so gently.

Austin groans at the feel of your hand sliding against his cock, rutting just a second before gaining some control over himself. "Maybe I want them to know. Maybe I want all those people you're going to be filming with that you wear my collar when things get to be too much. That you don't take off that necklace I gave you when you asked me to be your daddy. That there isn't a hope for them to replace me as your husband."

A breath and a retort both get lost in hearing his words, in hearing him call himself your husband. You'd have thought since you got married that it would lose its charm. That the way your marriage came out would somehow dampen the joy you feel hearing him call himself your husband, but it doesn't. Just in the same way getting to call him Daddy in public if you want hasn't, just like being able to touch him and have him ghost his hand over your neck when you're in public and can't be wearing your collar or when nothing you could wear jewelry wise achieves the same effect hasn't. Everything about getting to be with him even the parts where you're promising to do Zoom therapy with your couples therapist and with your own separate therapists just makes you feel at peace in a way you never thought was possible. You feel Austin's lips curl into a smile against the part of your neck not covered by your collar as he moves down to kiss it, nipping slightly the closer he gets to your chest.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asks running his tongue over your skin after a particularly rough nip that has you keening ever so softly.

You glare at him before you frown, letting go of his cock and tilting your hips up in an effort to get him to enter you. In an effort to feel his cock inside you so that he can see how it looks on the camera. You want to manage words, want to say something to him about how it's normally the cat that has his tongue occupied but he's right there above you and you know that you've only got about a week left of time with him before you both have to be on opposite ends of the world. The idea of teasing is nice. The idea of reminding him this is the brat you fell in love with is nice. The idea of reminding him that he picked you to be his- Cilla, sub, wife- his everything is nice but you just want to feel him inside of you. You just want to have him fuck you.

His eyes widen just a hair before he looks at you and you can see his pupils are blown, see that he's so aroused at just the sight of you existing next to him and normally that means he'd just slide right in. As you look closer though, you see this hint of something else, almost like he's awestruck that you're here with him, that after everything, you're here with him. Yeah, you'll be seperated for a while- but you'll still be his, it won't be like the last time where you two wanted each other so bad but neither one of you actually fixed the issue. This time around you're together, you're happy, you're going to be able to fly to each other and give each other nose kisses and- it fills him with love. So instead he takes his time, hissing at the first moment of gripping his cock with your cunt.

"Satnin-" You whisper, the old nickname slipping out purely on accident. "Don't take your time. Fuck me, please."

It's as if hearing that nickname, that nickname that you've avoided saying since you got back together breaks a dam within him, allowing him to start thrusting into you, slowly at first, still but increasing in pace with every thrust. Your hands move to his back, scratching at it inadvertently earning a snarl from him that has you pulling away. This isn't meant to be an animalistic fuck but if Austin's going to be that way you can't help the way you growl back, your tone low enough to sound like a dog. Your eyes widen just a hair at it, wondering where that came from before looking into Austin's eyes, waiting for him to pull back and safeword or something before you see his eyes narrow just a hair and see a smirk cross his lips. He leans forward just a bit before grabbing at your collar, his words whisper over your lips.

"Calm down, puppy. Daddy's got his little bitch. Maybe if you're good we can go for a walk later, hm?"

The way your cunt clenches just a bit from those words is something you faintly need to file away for later possible exploration. Still, you shake your head and pull Austin down into another kiss, groaning as you feel one of his hands- how had it even gotten there- drift toward your clit, thumb moving to press against it. You want this to last, want to make sure he's got enough footage to actually enjoy himself while you're both not near each other but you can feel your orgasm starting to build, starting to inch toward the precipice when Austin pulls out of you completely and you scream in frustration. You're about to start cursing him to the heavens, asking him what the hell that was for before you hear him whispering words into your ear and making sure your face is seen by the camera. His words are half slurred, but he's forcing them out, like he had planned it.

"I love you. Before you cum on camera, I need you to know I love you. I need to see what you look like when I tell you this. I need to see what you look like when I tell you that I'm going to miss touching you and feeling you underneath me. I know we can fly to see each other, I can call you every day but I'm not going to have my wife by my side. After spending all these months with you and rebuilding our relationship from the ground up. After spending almost a year without you being my Little Dove. I love you so much, baby. This is what's going to help me get off, yeah, the rest of this is gonna be hot, but this- your face when I'm telling you this is what's going to remind me of you and make me remember who I have waiting for me at home."

Maybe it's the fact that you were so close to cumming beforehand or maybe it's the fact that Austin's still rubbing tiny circles on your clit when he says this but you can't help the way that even though you're tearing up a little from his sweet words your mouth opens as you let out a silent cry, cumming, your cunt clenching around nothing, but still feeling as if you've been satisfied in every way that's possible. You register him entering you again and you let out a small huff of air at it before you look back at his face, your eyes mildly glassy. "Daddy, that was mean."

He laughs softly, his thrusts becoming a little messy as you try and use old kegel tricks to try to get him to cum. "A little, but I gotta let my Dove, my wife know how much I love her. Can't have her falling for someone else. Getting a new Daddy or Mama."

A kiss is the only answer Austin gets in response to that, your hands moving down to his ass to just squeeze at it. You could tell him that you're not going to replace him as long as he won't replace you but you figure he knows. It doesn't take long for him to cum having already been relatively close himself and when he does he sort of flops on you, breathing heavily like he's run a marathon which you could argue he had. There's a few minutes where you just let him lay on top of you, your hand tracing shapes on his back before either one of you speak.

"Are you getting hard again?" You try and bite back the giggle at the knowledge but it's hard to especially after Austin's fingers start to slide into your cunt.

"Maybe. Ready to go again?" He asks, nuzzling at your neck and placing soft kisses along your jaw.

You hum softly. "Of course, old man, I'd hate for you to have such a short tape. It'd be such a bad mark on my filmography."

If it takes you two another five minutes of the camera still rolling before you actually start having sex again? Well this just for you and him, it's not the worst thing to have it be natural. Of course, it might have led to it being a two hour long video but you two were professionals, of course you had to make movie long video for your own personal sex tape.

#austin butler #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #ally's kinktober 2022 #austin butler fluff #kinktober 2022 #ally writes #i am jeff goldblum from jurassic park. i am so preoccupied with if i can that i don't ask if i should.

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icedmatchatae · 1 year

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Hello! Welcome to the Matchalist🍵 where you can read the stories and sip the tea I share with you all. More drinks of choice—ranging from teaspresso shots and lattes—are being developed, so they will be revealed soon!!

Please note that I created these fanfics myself. I do inform if I’ve been inspired by and if stories are based on movies, songs, ideas, etc. Almost all of my stories are rated mature. If you’re under the age of 18, please do not interact.

Stories are written purely for creative purposes. Main OC/Readers are presented as afab! as it’s coming from my perspective and what I affiliate with. Physical descriptions and appearance of OC/Reader are left vague to leave creativity up to the readers’ minds. If descriptions are applied, it pertains to the plot. BTS are written as fictional characters. In no way, shape or form, are they like this in real life. I do not own HYBE or Bangtan themselves. Feedback (even constructive criticism) and comments are always welcome!

「ONE SHOTS」

⋙ Cien Años (a, f)

Hanahaki AU A sad story of two best friends who loved each other for different reasons.

TBA…

「ONE SHOTS」

⋙ Best Lover (f, s)

Secret Established Relationship AU, PWP Though hiding a relationship had its struggles, you and Jimin made it work. Which meant learning about each other, knowing the way you both function, understanding flaws…and teaching Jimin how to be the best lover he can be for you.

「SERIES」

⋙ No Kisses (a, f, s)

Football AU, Enemies to Lovers, Frienemies with Benefits It’s championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you’re forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious “no kisses” rule.

⋙ Glimpse of Us (a, f, s)

Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.

「ONE SHOTS」

⋙ Good for Me (f, s)

Bad Boy AU, PWP You went home for the weekend, leaving a pissed-off and bruised-up Taehyung dry and devastated. So what does he do?—follow you home. Insane? Probs, but you’re always good for him so why not?

「ONE SHOTS」

⋙ Please Teach Me? (s)

Supernatural AU You’re a succubus who doesn’t know a thing or two on luring men, and it doesn’t help that your first task in training is to get the most egotistical fuck boy in the human realm in bed, Beta Tau Sigma president Jeon Jungkook.

↳ Please Love Me! (Sequel to Please Teach Me?) (f, s)

Supernatural AU, Friends with Benefits By thirsty popular demand, I present to you a small sequel to Please Teach Me? Your succubus self has been going back and forth to the human realm to be…friends with benefits??? With your first task, Jeon Jungkook. Though you only see it as him, finding the good in his humanity, and helping you with your training, Jungkook suddenly thinks otherwise. Yet, he’s in denial.

Updated: March 2023

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julemmaes · 1 year

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Your on a year abroad?! That’s so cool which country is it in? I’m glad ur having a good time - i have a year abroad next yr I am TERRIFIED 😭😭 any tips???

You signed up for this, but I'm still sorry it came out this long, so... sorry:)

I'm actually doing Erasmus if you know what that is. If you don't, the quick explanation is "your home country and university pay you to study abroad for a period of time that goes from 5 months to 11".

I'm almost halfway through my stay in Valencia, Spain, and I've had my highs and lows. I'm very attached to my family and I have a very very V E R Y large and close group of friends that I used to spend my entire days with, so at the beginning of the stay all I wanted to do was go back to Italy. I went home for a couple of days at the end of October and it nearly destroyed me coming back here (I literally just got to my apartment after spending three weeks at home and I'm numb but in a good way), to the point where I was considering giving up on the scholarship and cut the lease. My friends were supportive as fuck in that decision and my family has no idea I was doing that bad, but then I booked a trip to Morocco for December and from there it was honestly like a smooth ride. My days started to look brighter (let me romanticize my life) and I had way more motivation that I could have hoped for in that period.

I'm so mentally unstable that many of my friends doubted I could make it out alive, but I'm handling myself and reminding myself every day I'm just a 20yo living on her own for the first time, 1500km from her home and family. Which might not be that weird for some, might look like the end of the world for others. I'm in between that.

I recognize the chance I was given and the fact that this opportunity is not something I should take for granted, hence why I decided to stay in the end. This isn't forever. It's just a couple of months where I can push my limits and see where I stand in the world and what I wanna do with my life.

I'm not gonna lie and say everything is perfect cause I fucking hate my roommates and the way uni things are handled and having to buy water and walk from the groceries to my house with a 30km pack in my arms every time. But it's worth it. It's so worth it.

The people you meet. The places you get to see. Nobody stops you. You're your own person. You get to really find out what free will is (and let me tell you I did some weird as fuck things since I have no one controlling what I do), (like eating mandarins and only mandarins for three days straight—do not reccomend), (eat consistently).

Tips I'd give out are:

1. Check free card or student discounts for transportation. I literally paid zero (0) euros since I got here for the metro, bus, tram cause Valencia is perfect and people under 30 don't pay shit.

2. Every event your school or university offers, go. It's the fastest and best way to meet new people without having to worry of strangers on the internet.

3. This is controversial and really personal, so I'll give you the tip everybody gets and then my personal experience. A) Make friends fast as soon as you get there cause otherwise groups will be formed and you'll be alone forever. B) Don't worry too much about that cause you're constantly meeting new people every single day. Some you will find lame, some you will want to strangle and some will become your lifelong friends.

4. Let yourself feel and don't neglect your body. It's easy to forget you're not on a very long holiday and sometimes I lose sight of that as well. You're tired? Sleep. Don't feel guilty for not going out with your friends for the fifth night on a row. You're angry cause your roommate didn't throw out the trash on his day? Send him that fucking text cursing him through the seven realms of hell (idek if they're seven). You miss you bed and your pillow? Cry.

Remember it's okay if you feel sad AND happy at the same time. Those two emotions being contraries to each other doesn't mean they can't coexist. I'm constantly feeling grateful for being here and homesick cause I wish I was in my parents bed gossiping with them. I'm always anxious I'm missing out on everything going on back home while signing my lungs out at a club with my friends. I've had two long months where I was guilty 24/7 cause I wouldn't let myself feel any of those emotions and end up depressed.

Just, feel.

5. If you'll live on your own, grocery shop smartly. Don't over buy. The food will still be there in the shop the next time you go. But it WILL get moldy and spoiled if you buy it and then don't have enough time to eat it.

6. If your program offers weekends trips (even daily trips) go on them cause it's the best choice ever. I took one on the third day I was here and I meet the one person that later became my very bestest friend ever. They might be pricey but it's worth it.

7. Be ready to be disappointed by many things. Not everything will go as planned and not everything will be as you imagined it. And that's okay. Brace yourself for failure and accept things as they come. If you have no control over it, it's useless to stress about it.

8. Idk which country you're going to, but make the most of it and travel around. Find some friends with the same will go explore and take trains, busses and cars to wherever. Even the city you live in might have some secret gems, you just need to look for them.

I'm literally sleepwalking at this point, so I think this is enough, but don't hesitate to send other asks or dm me directly if you ever need something❤❤

#i got an aask #personal #ire

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yourmcu · 3 years

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V-Day

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary:

You’re not like most people who enjoys Valentine’s Day. Can a certain redhead change that?

A/n: just a late valentine related imagine for all of u bc I’m incapable of posting this sort of stuff on the exact day. enjoy! (I’m finally using this iconic gif don’t mind me)

Word count: 1,753

Warnings: fluff

The 14th of February is just another normal day for you. You always find Valentine’s Day cheesy, you don’t see the point of celebrating it. That sort of thing isn’t as important as Christmas or Halloween. Not that you're bitter because you're single, you couldn’t care less about that, it just isn’t the occasion for you.

Tony outdone it this year. The compound looks like it was powdered pink and red overnight from all the decorations when you step out of your room. You almost don’t want to know what the main area looks like. Sam and Wanda are probably getting started on breakfast which would consist of everything shaped like hearts.

Your plan for the day is to stay in your room, only coming out for snack and drink refills, simple as that.

“Hey, Happy Valentine’s...” you pretty much tone out every v-day greeting that came your way, rolling your eyes playfully as you sit down with everyone, greeting them with the usual good morning. You expect the compound to be deserted by midday since surely all of them have plans with their partners for the rest of the day, which is perfect. For you. And for them, of course, yeah.

Sam and Bucky made their way to you. “So, Y/N, how are you?” Sam greets. You already suspect that they were hyping you up for something. “Food good, coffee good... sleep well?”

You turn to them with a smile on your face. “Alright, what do you want?”

“Well,” Bucky lets out a breathy laugh. “Sam here was just helping me-”

“That is not what’s happening. What he wanted to say was,” the birdman cuts him off. “We both wanted to take you out to dinner tonight, we can’t settle on who, so we’re letting you pick.”

You blink. They have to be joking. Do they not notice your routine during this time of the year? After socializing with the team you’d grab a day’s worth of snack, head back to your room, lock the door and lose your mind on video games until the next day.

Unhealthy, but it's for one day.

“Only if you want to,” Bucky adds hastily.

“Come on, this is a chance of a lifetime!” Sam insists, wiggling his eyebrows.

“We’ll go to your favorite restaurant.”

“It’s just a friendly date.”

What you fail to notice was Natasha listening to the events happening. Her foot taps against the floor as she discreetly waits for your response, taking coffee sips and bites of food and looking away whenever she looked like she's eavesdropping. No one else is paying attention, everyone has their own conversations.

Inside, she pleads that you’d turn both of them down, just because she’s planning to ask you out herself. They just beat her to it.

“I appreciate the thought but I’m sorry, I have plans,” you shrug. “Why don’t you take each other out instead? Not literally.” You give them another smile and walk out of the room, coffee in hand.

Sam and Bucky nods indicating they understood. Sam tells his friend that if he had more appeal you’d agree to the date. But they take you up on your advice, already planning a guy’s night.

Natasha almost cheers when she hears the first part, only to spiral when she hears that someone had already asked you beforehand. You're unavailable. She could ask you out any day, but you deserve something extra special. She sees this day as her only chance to confess her feelings for you.

Her eyes trail you as you walk out, turning to Wanda when you were out of sight. “Do you have any idea who asked Y/N out?”

“I don’t,” Wanda replies, a bit distracted. “They’re lucky, I’ve never seen Y/N show interest in anyone since I met her. Anyway, I have to go, Vision and I have a whole day planned...”

Natasha huffs while people slowly file out of the kitchen. As far as she knows, Tony's with Pepper, of course, Wanda and Vision, Steve is probably going to join Sam and Bucky on their night out, and Clint is back at his farm celebrating with his wife.

And you’re with that person, which most likely someone who isn’t on the team otherwise she’d know. She's left by herself to mope.

Few hours have passed, maybe three, it’s lunchtime. As you suspected the compound is empty, so you make your way to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

Boxed mac and cheese is the only thing you knew how to make.

“Y/N?”

You almost drop your stirring spoon at the sudden voice. You feel embarrassed about your choice of outfit, you feel and look like a grizzly bear while she looks stunning, even if it’s just plain workout clothes.

“Hey, Nat.”

“I thought you were... out with someone?” Knowing you, she might’ve misunderstood when you said you ‘had plans’. You look so cozy she would love to hug you on the spot if she isn’t so sweaty.

You let out a curious hum, turning off the stove. “I was?” You giggle. “Where’d you hear that?”

“I didn’t, just, I assumed you’d be,” she mutters and finishes her water bottle.

You're now grabbing a bowl for the mac and cheese you made. “I mean, Sam and Bucky did ask me if I wanted to but... y’know, if I’m being honest they’re not really my type.” You pause to look at her who was staring back. “Have you eaten? This batch I made is enough for three people, I think.”

Natasha nods at your offer. “They did say it was a friendly date.”

You stop scooping the macaroni and perk your head up with a grin. “So you were listening.”

“Not like I had any choice, I was in the same room.” Quick save.

“Mmhm.”

Then there's a minute of comfy silence as you clean the area you made the meal on, putting the pot away and stuff.

“Why don’t you have a date today?”

“What?”

“Anyone would kill to go on a date with you, Nat.” Is what you say in your head. But instead you say, “Well, you know, I didn’t expect you be here too.”

Natasha shrugs and before she could answer you add, “No one’s caught the notorious Black Widow’s attention yet?”

She chuckles at your words, looking up at you. “Who did you think I’d go out with?”

“I dunno, Steve-”

“God, no,” she quickly cuts you off and laugh, you laugh along but at the same time sigh in relief.

“Crap, I just remembered I have a game to finish,” you hold the bowl of cheese and macaroni and stick two spoons on the side. “I’m cordially inviting you to my room, you are very much welcome, after you change.”

Natasha tells you she’ll see you there in a bit.

“Huh. I just noticed you do this every Valentine’s Day,” Natasha notes as she takes everything in. Your PlayStation's on, your trash bin is almost full of snack wrappings, couple of beers tucked at the side of your bed. “Cozy.”

“Why, thank you,” you say sarcastically, picking up a controller and waving a vacant one at her. “Feel free. Or you can just watch me fail at this game.”

Natasha decides to join the game a little later, now she's lost in thought on how someone like you spends such a day like this, or how beautiful you looked as your eyes dart at every direction of the screen and how you sometimes bite your lip when you're that focused in the game.

It's always the little things she likes about you.

Glancing at you one more time before eating a spoonful of mac, she turns back to the TV to watch how you're doing.

But you're witty, kind and easy to get along with, why wouldn’t you have a date - or why wouldn’t you want a date on Valentine’s Day?

If only you knew how she feels, she’d make sure to treat you well. Like you deserve. She’d take you on dates you’d enjoy every time the 14th rolls by. If you don’t like the holiday for some reason she’d find a way-

“NO WAY,” you cover your mouth and bump your head to Natasha’s shoulder in defeat, making her come back from her trance to look at the big red words on the screen, indicating you lost. “I almost had it!”

Natasha leans into your touch and pats your back. “You can try again.”

You groan. “I definitely will but for now, I’m gonna take a break.”

“Great,” she shifts a bit to get comfy, switching to Netflix and choosing whatever’s trending right now. “I’m just curious but, do you like someone?”

You hum in response, sipping on a beer, not completely processing what she said. “I - yeah. I guess so,” you tug the blanket closer and pout at the movie that’s on. You don’t like romance movies. You always prefer an action or a mystery one any day. “Do you?”

Natasha feels her heart ache for a moment. “Yeah. She’s kind and sweet, goofy but can still seriously kick your ass type.” Your eyes land to her hands. You knew fully well Natasha isn’t straight, she admitted and definitely doesn’t act like it. “There’s just something about her that makes me... love her.”

“She sounds great,” you mumble, starting to get lost in your own thoughts. “I guess I just-” you hesitate, just because the woman you're about to describe is the same one sitting next to you. “I feel bad for her that someone like me likes her.”

“Why would you think that?” Natasha chuckles, shaking her head.

You shrug. “She’s amazing. So out of my league, I’d say she’s so close but so far away but that would be really cheesy and ugly,” you laugh. “I don’t know, she deserves way better.”

Natasha hums. “Sometimes I think she needs to her worth, because what she doesn’t know is, she’s very much amazing in her own way.”

Looking up at her from her shoulder, your eyes light up and you don’t know when it happened, but you just found her lips pressed against yours softly.

Even if it was just a short kiss you feel breathless when she pulls away to look at you again.

“Just so we’re clear, we’re just describing each other like idiots right?”

“Yeah.”

Natasha leans in to kiss you again.

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oh my god I want a hug

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esther-dot · 3 years

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When Dany is introduced in books we already saw the abusive relationship with her brother. She did recall some good moments with him. She know nothing about her other family only what her brother and other told her. It feels like some disconnect in contrast with stark family as they know each other even they are not perfect. She will already going to hate Aegon and with Jon it will be too late to form familial connection. Her only family are dragons which are weaponise by her.

Nonny, this is such a good ask. Taking a moment to pause and really think about Dany's perception of things gives me much more compassion than I would otherwise have. We focus on what a degenerate Viserys was, but to Dany, he was her only family:

"He was the only one left. The only one. He is all I have." (AGOT, Daenerys V)

And he was kind to her, at one point:

If he had been wiser and more patient, it would be him sailing west to take the throne that was his by rights. Viserys had been stupid and vicious, she had come to realize, yet sometimes she missed him all the same. Not the cruel weak man he had become by the end, but the brother who had sometimes let her creep into his bed, the boy who told her tales of the Seven Kingdoms, and talked of how much better their lives would be once he claimed his crown. (ASOS, Daenerys I)

It’s helpful in understanding Dany because she was told over and over by the only family she had, the person she relied on for everything, that a good life, being safe and happy, would come only after they had conquered Westeros. Think about how that would form her outlook.

You're totally right that she had a misconception of their family and Westeros because it was shaped by Viserys, so to learn this:

"Some truths are hard to hear. Robert was a . . . a good knight . . . chivalrous, brave . . . he spared my life, and the lives of many others . . . Prince Viserys was only a boy, it would have been years before he was fit to rule, and . . . forgive me, my queen, but you asked for truth . . . even as a child, your brother Viserys oft seemed to be his father's son, in ways that Rhaegar never did."

"His father's son?" Dany frowned. "What does that mean?"

The old knight did not blink. "Your father is called 'the Mad King' in Westeros. Has no one ever told you?"

"Viserys did." The Mad King. "The Usurper called him that, the Usurper and his dogs." The Mad King. "It was a lie."

"Why ask for truth," Ser Barristan said softly, "if you close your ears to it?" He hesitated, then continued. "I told you before that I used a false name so the Lannisters would not know that I'd joined you. That was less than half of it, Your Grace. The truth is, I wanted to watch you for a time before pledging you my sword. To make certain that you were not . . ."

". . . my father's daughter?" If she was not her father's daughter, who was she?

(ASOS, Daenerys VI)

When all she has is Viserys, of course she would romanticize Rhaegar. When all she has is her father, of course she would look up to Aegon the Conqueror. Everything about her identity was formed on a warped perception of things, so how could she accept the truth, that her family deserved to be overthrown, that they caused their own downfall? What a way to upend someone's world.

Not only does Dany learn that others weren't who she thought they were, she then begins to worry she isn't who she thought she was.

I agree with you that she will be enemies with Aegon because they cannot both have the throne, and of course, we have that whole prophecy, so she will feel justified in slaying the lie. Although now that I think about it, if her entire conception of her father/family is wrong, the lie that was slain is the justness of her war to retake the throne. Interesting.

But, I still feel like there will probably be much more to her relationship with Jon than we want. That isn't a sure thing, there is a lot of Storm x Storm talk in our fandom, but I have my concerns. She dreams of riding dragons with Drogo, a man she loves (ACOK, Daenerys I) and then later,

"You … you mean to ride them?" "One of them. All I know of dragons is what my brother told me when I was a girl, and some I read in books, but it is said that even Aegon the Conqueror never dared mount Vhagar or Meraxes, nor did his sisters ride Balerion the Black Dread. Dragons live longer than men, some for hundreds of years, so Balerion had other riders after Aegon died … but no rider ever flew two dragons." Viserion hissed again. Smoke rose between his teeth, and deep down in his throat they could see gold fire churning.(ADWD, Daenerys VIII)

So, I definitely think that’s leading somewhere. Now, maybe the dude is Euron, but these Dany quotes in conjunction with poor Quentyn’s story + Jon’s desire for dragons makes me nervous.

But then again, you're right that there is no space in the books for Jon and Dany to develop much of a bond. And, even if she did, even if she genuinely thought she wanted to embrace her family, we’ve had multiple instances in which she chooses not to hear about her family’s failures (ie learn) which I assume is an intentional element Martin includes to tell us that Dany won't be better. She may not be mad like her father or Viserys, she may actively struggle with who she wants to be, but by the end of ADWD, it feels like she has chosen what that is.

And it isn’t good for anyone, especially not her.

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calumxkisses · 4 years

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Take My Breath Away | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x reader

genre: angst

summary: it’s Crystal and Michael wedding, a day of happiness, but your heart is breaking.

a/n: hello everyone! I’m back after months with a new imagine. as always, let me know what you think about it, I hope you’ll like it!

song for this part: take my breath away

♡♡♡

You were in the bathroom splashing your face with water, but carefully trying not to mess up the makeup you spended so much time working on. Your mascara was slightly smudged under your eyes, but you removed it effortlessly, still remembering the sweet vows that Michael and Crystal exchanged just an hour ago that made you cry like a baby.

The ceremony was as beautiful as them, their love showed in all the little details: from the decorations, created with red and white flowers - embellished with wildflowers, to simply the way they looked at each other.

You were honored to be one of Crystal’s bridesmaids, it filled your heart to see them getting married in front of your eyes, the same pair of eyes that noticed them exchanging their first ‘Hi’ four years ago.

You fixed your dress - a rose gold V-neck dress - and stepped outside the bathroom, ready to dream with the bride and groom's first dance.

“Hey, here you are! I was looking for you!” The sudden voice made you jump but a small smile appeared on your lips. You took a moment to look at him completely, without the haste of having to be ready in time: his curly black hair was messy but still incredibly perfect, his black tuxedo was carefully buttoned but his necktie was missing, letting the white shirt show completely.

Calum looked perfect, nothing new then his normal self, but something about him wearing a tuxedo during a wedding, was different.

“Your necktie is missing, you’re already having fun?” You said smiling but your heart ached a little.

“It was just uncomfortable, I told Mike I’d have removed it as soon as the ceremony was ended. But I’m planning to have a lot of fun later.” He grinned and winked at you.

You slapped him on his arm and he laughed, making your heart skip a beat.

“You look really beautiful today, I’m pretty sure you own this color. You were the prettiest there - probably more pretty than Crystal, Sierra and Kay, but don’t tell them or they’re going to kick me out of the band.” He laughed but your cheeks started to become as red as the rose in your hairstyle.

You changed the subject, hoping to relieve the color from your face. “Thank you, but they’ll probably kick you out because of the embarrassing things you said during your Best Man speech. That was a lot, Calum, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Michael wanting to kill you as much as he did before.”

“He deserved it! He ruined my favorite T-shirt, he had to pay and you know that!” He said pretending to be offended, but a huge grin on his face showed otherwise.

“Absolutely! I just thought that you wanted to-”

“What are you guys doing here? You’re gonna miss Crystal and Michael’s first dance!” Mitch said breathing heavily, a sign that he had been looking for you for a while.

“We gotta go, then! C’mon or we are gonna miss it and we don’t want that, right?” Calum said smiling and putting a hand on your back, making sure that you follow Mitch.

His touch sended goosebumps all over your body and your heart started to beat faster. You were used to be with him and to feel his body touch yours, after been friends for years, it was natural to fall asleep on each other's shoulder, to touch hands while in a crowd or to hug after a party.

Calum was now part of your routine. He was ready to laugh at your jokes even before you started telling them, to hold your hair while you threw up your bad decisions in a toilet, and to took care of you when the world seemed to release its weight on your shoulders.

Hood was the kind of person who lights up a room every time he entered it, who had the strength to get up every time he fell to his knees, who hummed Frank Ocean songs while making popcorn or who let you into his world when everything seemed to go wrong, because he was ready to share his demons with you.

Calum Hood was the only one capable of taking your breath away just looking at you. But he didn’t know that and you weren’t sure that he’d never know.

“I might ruin everything!” You once cried at Crystal while she was to the other side of the phone, ready to help you out during your umpteenth love breakdown.

“..Or he also might have feelings for you and you'd end up getting together, even better married! We could do a double wedding!” She said, trying to cheer you up a little.

“Yeah, no, that’s not going to happen. I’d steal the show and It wouldn’t be right for you.”

Crystal and Michael were the most beautiful bride and groom you have ever seen. The way they looked at each other, touched each other and even the way they got lost in their world to the tune of one of the most loving songs on earth, every single aspect of their life together was a symbol of the strong love that they had.

Crystal's eyes were filled with tears and Michael was ready to wipe them away one by one for the rest of his life.

The smile on their lips was enough to understand why marriage is identified as "the most beautiful day of a couple's life" and the look they gave to each other was filled with passion and feeling, a love that blossomed almost by chance, but which was meant for life.

Immersed in a moment so happy and full of love, you turned to look at Calum, only a few centimeters away from you, and you saw him give the same gaze that Michael was turning to his bride, full of love and passion, to the girl to his right.

When Calum first told you that he had met a girl, you didn't pay much attention to it.

He was handsome, tall, but above all, he was the drummer in one of the most emerging bands of the moment and it was normal for him to meet new people.

When he first introduced her to you, the first thing you noticed was the way he looked at her. She was beautiful, sure, and surely the pimple on your face made you feel even more inferior to her, but the way Calum stared at her was what made you feel pain.

It seemed as if he had never seen a more beautiful girl, it was his most precious gift and the fact that he was introducing her to you meant that his intentions were serious.

When he confessed to you that he had feelings her, you thought you felt your heart break. You were ready to rush to the emergency room because you were sure you were dying of a broken heart. Calum hadn't talked about love - not like this, at least - for years, despite all the times you tried to convince him that love is beautiful, that sharing, passion, joy and pain with someone else was worth it. And now he was convinced, to the point of saying "I love you" to someone - but not to you. It wasn't you who convinced him otherwise, it wasn't you who showed him the beauty of life and hold him in bed. There was someone else and you weren't sure it was worth it anymore.

And she was there, next to him, her hands holding his, her eyes returning his gaze.

“Hey, we are gonna go dance, will you be okay?” He asked with such a sweet innocent smile.

You swallowed your tears and nodded at him. “Yeah, just go dance, loser. I’ll wait here.” A fake smile plastered on your face.

There he was, beautiful as ever. The soft lights reflected his breathtaking brown eyes making them look more glossier than usual while his hands were on her hips. They were laughing and smiling at each other, him kissing her hand.

Slow dancing in the middle of the room, and slowly breaking your heart, you faked your best smile and waved at them, watching them fall in love.

“I love you.” He whispered, but it wasn’t in your ear.

Slowly breaking apart, you looked at him one last time before leaving the room.

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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36. Angel

prompt used - Lifting the other one up | fluff | mentions of f*cking | to @drarry-is-my-therapy because she's an angel and it's her birthday. Happy Birthday love.

The drowning sun reflected over the stagnant waters, making it glow in red and yellow, the soft breeze humming in their ears as they Walked barefoot with their shoes in their hands intensely conversing about the movie they had watched a week ago. It was in a faint hesitation harry spoke up to the silver boy glowing in golden.

" think we should try to recreate that scene where he picks the girl up in the air, for fun "

" oh yes, golden boy, as if it's that easy "

" it seemed easy" harry shrugged.

Draco contemplated for a moment, he would be lying to himself if he said that he didn't wanted to try it out but it seemed far too risky

" it wasn't "

And yet somehow harry with his amazing pursuing skills had convinced draco to recreate that specific dance scene from dirty dancing.

" I can't believe you're making me do this " draco shook his head as his rubbed his palms together as if he was getting ready.

" just run alright, I'll catch you. Just trust me " harry motioned his hands in a gesture to indicate draco to run towards him

" that's the problem, I trust you too much " and with that Draco ran forward towards Harry and just when it came for harry to catch him, he stepped aside, making him fall on face over the beach sand.

" what the fuck was that for?" Draco looked up from the ground at harry

" I'm sorry, I just got scared. It suddenly seemed scary, I'm sorry , fuck I should've said something-"

" damn right you should've said something " draco groaned, half wet from falling over the sand and his hair covered in sand itself.

" I'm sorry, I really am " harry nervously said as draco flipped so he was facing harry

" you bloody idiot " draco grimaced

" sorry " harry pressed his lips in a thin line and offered his hand for draco to take, which obviously in his pride he didn't take and swatted Harry's hand away.

"fuck " and just in the moment harry immediately grabbed onto draco's waist and helped him stand

" are you alright ?" Harry asked concerned

" I think- I sprained my ankle you dimwit " draco grimaced in pain

" let's get you to hospital" and with that harry grabbed all his thing's and apparated them to a muggle hospital nearby.

" well, whatever happened, the sprain is a bit more severe, not that it's a fracture but it will take a few days to recover. So try not to walk too much and apply these ointments " the doctor with spectacles said

Draco shot harry a threatening glare before thanking the doctor and leaving with harry.

" I said I'm sorry " harry rolled his eyes at Draco, taking away the bag of ointments from him and his jacket too, leaving draco to carry nothing

" that doesn't change this sprain harry " draco rolled his eyes. Just as they stepped outside the doors of the clinic, draco winced.

" maybe we shouldn't apparate. I wouldn't want you to have any splinching " harry suggested

" I can't walk " draco responded.

" well, there's not much option-"

" carry me " draco smuggly said as if he was waiting to say this for a long time

" what?" Harry questioned, somewhat shocked at such a proposal

" yes carry me. It will compensate for you causing this injury and we'll go home too. It's not that far anyway " draco frowned trying to explain harry how it wasn't such a bad idea.

" I- well it only makes sense though " harry pouted looking at the road ahead, thinking about how far he'd had to go.

" you've not more options. Give me a piggy back ride. I'm sure the flirtatious doctor would appreciate it "

" one,he wasn't flirting with me and second you're very demanding "

" you wanna fight me ?" Draco raised his eyebrows in a threatening way

Harry chuckled " Darling, I think you'd definitely lose. Now hop on" he kneeled onto the ground for draco to cling his arms and legs around him.

" don't drop me " draco said as he finally put his arms around Harry's neck. In a Swift move, harry put his arms under draco's thighs and got up.

" wow, you weigh too much. Draco I think you're getting fat " harry teased as he hopped draco a little to get a good grip then finally started walking

" I have not " draco hit Harry's head Playfully, adjusting his face in Harry's neck, breathing into it

" are you sure, because I think otherwise"

" please I work out. Have you seen yourself ?"

" you mean being fit and having a good physique, thank you very much "

As much as draco wanted to deny that, he didn't because God knows why he had Always adored Harry's body. Well adore is a bit too smooth of a word for saying he had always found himself staring at harry if he ever got a chance. It was so finely carved with all the curves and abs at the right places, the toned muscles, the slightly broad shoulders with perfectly not too much toned arms and a perfect arse. Draco every once in a while allowed himself to gawk like an owl at harry, but never would he ever admit that harry was considerably hot, especially whenever harry wore draco's sweater.

" whatever " draco rolled his eyes hoping he had not blushed.

They talked on their way over, giggling about things, making jokes about each other, discussing celebrity crushes. Harry felt odd with draco breathing on his neck. He had never felt this way before, the way draco's giggles in his ears sounded so soft and his breathing down his neck causing shivers and the smile he'd feel over his neck caused a fluttering effect in his stomach, like butterflies and the way draco just seemed to talk today was so different that harry wondered how had he never admired his voice before, of his hands, or his fingers or his laughter, everything about him but whatever it was, harry enjoyed feeling it. It was new and Harry was a sucker for new things.

Just as they reached draco's flat, harry first helped him get waters, then taking him to his bedroom while harry fetched the ointments he left at the kitchen table top. When harry returned to his room, he only found draco standing with his sprained leg spread out, without a shirt. He did work out, and it seemed pretty hot..

" what ?" Draco asked when he saw harry simply staring at him

"you're fat " Harry lied blushing, keeping the ointments on the bed

" well, thank you harry for thinking I'm hot " Draco smirked, putting on a new shirt. Harry allowed himself to stare at his soft chest, the left part of his chest covered with a phoenix tattoo, the v line disappearing under his pants and his abs glowing softly in the dim room light and the way draco was putting on a shirt, Harry only wondered why ?

But before could notice harry practically lusting over him, he had moved his eyes to the opposite side of the room, much to draco's disappointment.

" well, I'd come back later?" Harry asked

Draco thought for a moment before nodding " you're going to be at that get together at Ron's place, right " harry nodded " right, so pick me up. I don't think I'd be able to drive or apparate till then "

Harry nodded again before telling him when would be come to pick him up and finally going home with such eruptions of feelings he had once felt for Ginny, but something completely different. Harry didn't think much about it.

Over the next few days as harry spent picking up draco and helping him with regular things, he found it hard to resist himself from feeling things for him. Even if so he wanted to ignore them, he'd just find draco fondly looking at him and harry would blush like a flower and simply turn away, inappropriate thoughts rushing into his mind. The truth as harry spent thinking about in night was that, harry might've always liked draco in some way but right now, the way he felt just made him want to do things he could only possibly think of. But having learnt about heartbreak ages ago, he found himself Afraid of such feelings. He promised himself that he wouldn't fall for anyone who was just, ordinary but then again, draco wasn't ordinary.

The night finally came for the get together at Ron's place before he left for a 6 month mission to southern Europe and would not return until it's done. Despite the fact that it was a normal get together, everyone invited for forced not to dress too casual nor too formal, something harry never quite understood. Voila, comes the fashion king into his mind, draco. He had irrevocably amazing fashion sense and nobody could deny that so he picked up a few shirts, pants and jeans and drove to draco's place an hour early.

" you're early " Draco frowned as he opened the door wider for harry to come in

" fashion advice " and without a doubt draco understood what he meant..

They moved into the living room, draco settling down on the couch with harry standing in front of him with a bunch of clothes.

" what the hell not too casual and not too formal Is supposed to mean ?" Harry rolled his eyes as he dropped everything onto the chair.

" well technically it means the event is special but with close people. I have dibs on how maybe he's going to propose Hermione "

" you know what, I thought soo too " harry gossiped

" anyways, I think you should go with a nice pants and a button down shirt " draco suggested

" that's what I'm standing in " harry said with a as a matter of factedly face

" well- that's right. Show me what you got " draco ordered and one by one harry started showing him everything he could bring only for all of it to be rejected by him.

" well, we've run out of clothes " harry said as he looked down at the pile of shirts and pants on the other chair.

" that is true- you know what. I have a shirt for you, I bought it sometime ago but it's a bit lose and you can just pair it up with any of the black pants "

" what are you waiting for then. Show me " harry excitedly said

" well a fractured man can only walk so fast "

" you don't have a fracture "

" but I can take the advantage of saying that " Draco's voice echoed as he walked down the hallway into his bedroom, fetched the shirt and came back.

" I've got to admit you're quite dramatic. I'm pretty sure the sprain is fine by now. It doesn't even have a swelling " harry said as he took the shirt from draco's hands

" what do you know " draco narrowed his eyes at harry before settling down in the couch before harry.

Harry placed the blood red shirt over his chest, frowning at how good it looked

" didn't know you liked red now ?"

" rare occasions. Wear it. I've got to get ready too "

And with that Draco departed into his room to get ready. Harry had just began to put on his shirt when draco walked into the living room asking for something.

" oh " Draco's Throat echoed as he saw harry shirtless

" what ?"

" I didn't know you were- well undressed " draco blushed

" not like you haven't seen me this way before" Harry shrugged putting on the shirt.

Why, god, why, draco's inner voice screamed in lust.

" anyway- which one is better ?" Draco asked still blushing

" both are good draco. You've got a nice dressing sense "

" don't flatter me. I can't wear both, choose one " draco asked again. Harry scanned both the shirts.

" the light blue satin shirt. Makes your skin- eyes look good " harry Blushed.

Draco wondered what the fuck was harry blushing for when he was the one complimented with one of the finest compliments.

" I did not know that " draco said lowly

" well now you do " harry smiled. Draco nodded before walking away, the glimpse of harry rolling his sleeves invading his senses.

After about half an hour, they both were fully dressed and ready to go.

" you look good " harry complimented

" so do you " draco smiled in returned

" shall we ?" Harry as he pointed the door.

When Draco finally nodded, they both departed to Ron's place, realising the get together was at the roof top.

Half-way through the party, harry sensed Draco was probably right and was still finding it hard to not see Draco from all the way across the room. There was no men finer in the entire room other than him and harry hated it as much as he loved it. It was excruciating to find someone so attractive who was your best friend who you had no chance with but the desire to want him was longingly growing inside his chest.. he was so desirable across the entire room, bunched about with a few people, laughing and smiling over something harry couldn't possibly decipher. His thoughts ran in his head like an endless loop until the boy in Harry's desirable dreams saw him and paused his ongoing conversation and made his way towards harry. Caught in the act he tried to busy himself with the bottom of his shirt until the other man cleared his throat.

" oh, didn't see you there draco "

" right, so you were looking at ..."

" pansy. She looks good in that dress "

" Pansy isn't even here harry " draco chuckled, blocking Harry's line of sight.

" oh"

Draco genuinely smiled at harry knowing exactly that he wasn't the only boy caught in the loop of desiring the other.

" so you want to pretend that you weren't looking at me for half the party, not to mention with an admirable gaze " draco smirked crossing his arms in front of him

" that would be nice " harry frowned lightly

" well then I have to pretend that I wasn't checking you out back at the flat almost as admirably as you were " Draco smugly said as he shifted besides harry, standing against the railing..

" as long as we're pretending then I think I'll pretend I didn't check you out a couple of days ago when you were changing " harry replies smiling, almost liking this pretend game.

" okay then, I'll pretend that I haven't checked you out everytime you're shirtless, or everytime you wear one of my sweater or when you ruffle your hair " draco smirked. Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, slightly amused

" then I'll pretend that I didn't enjoy carrying you on mu back a few days ago because I got to be close with you " harry smirked

" then I'll pretend that I don't like being this close to you " draco said as he stepped forward..

" then I'll pretend that I don't have these fluttering feelings for you which seems to invade all my senses "

" I'll pretend that I haven't liked you for almost forever "

" then I'll pretend that I don't want to take you home right now "

" I'll pretend I didn't agree "

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" I knew you bought that shirt for me " harry lazily smiled as he softly grazed draco's naked arms spread over his chest covered on blankets

" don't flatter yourself potter " draco rolled his eyes as he snuggled further into harry

" fine I won't but doesn't stop me from teasing you about how you let me fuck almost 5 times last night alone " harry grinned cheekily as if it was proud achievement

" If you do it again, you are going to regret it " Draco softly threatened

" well you did let me, not once, not twice, not thrice, not fou- what's the word- four times , five times-"

" you're an asshole " draco rolled his eyes

" well I'd like to be your asshole, if you want me to be ?" Harry asked, worried if he had ruined the conversation by bringing this up.

" if you don't shut up and let me sleep, I won't let you be my asshole but if you do, I'd let you be so much more " draco yawned, tired from all the activities from last night.

Harry chuckled at the lightness of the tone before kissing the top of draco's forehead.

" sweet dreams angel "

And draco hummed, falling fast asleep again in Harry's arm..

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t-o-m-hollands · 4 years

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Summery: Tom is part of the Firm, a fearless London gang. You knew each other as children, before everything changed. Now your paths cross again.

Pairing: Tom and y/n.

Themes: Mob!Tom, Peaky Blinders inspired, period piece – this is set in 1961, London.

Warnings: This story will contain themes such as kidnapping, murder, violence and smut. Also a lot of swearing. Also descriptions of injuries. Death of characters (never tom or y/n). Also alcohol, smoking and mentions of drugs. this is a +18 story

Trigger warnings for this chapter: Smut in this chapter. Sort of dom/sub vibes but nothing extreme. female oral, male oral. unprotected sex. smoking. mention of gun. one single spank. Sort of edging.

A/N: This is a relationship that I wouldn’t recommend in real life. Also, the Firm was the name of the Kray twins gang. I was just too lazy to come up with a name of my own.

READ PART I HERE

READ PART II HERE

READ PART III HERE

READ PART IV HERE

READ PART V HERE

London, 1961

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my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder

jeff buckley

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On a hard mattress, in a dusty room in Mile End, Tom makes you honey-voiced promises in-between kisses.

“One day I’ll take you to the Ritz” he says as he’s moving his way down your body, leaving sweet wet kisses in his wake.

“I’ll have them fill the bathtub with pink champagne and we’ll swim in it until we’re loose-limbed and starry eyed.” He places himself in-between your legs. Lifting your tight he kisses you open-mouthed on the sensitive skin.

“I’ll feed you dark and ripe and sweet cherries directly from the stem. You’ll never have cherries again without thinking of me. They’ll never taste the same after.” He bites down of your soft flesh, though just teasingly so; the sensation sending bolts of pleasure up your spine.

“I’ll dress you in silk, and lace, and pearls and diamonds” he continues before blowing hot air on the tiny bite mark and involuntarily you moan, not expecting it to feel as intense as it does. He smirks up at you.

His hair is a mess. You imagine yours is as well. You’ve been at it all night, only stopping for short intervals of sleep before one of you would start grinding against the other again. You’re sore all over, in a way that makes you feel blessed.

“Like a gentleman I’ll take you to the nice hotel bed” he says as he cups your cunt, teasing you; unnecessarily so since you’re already wet and ready for him. You buck up against his hand but he just removes it.

“Then I’ll fuck you like the bastard I really am” he finishes, lightly spanking your cunt, not with a lot of force, but with an open hand.

“Tom” you whine.

“Princess?” he teases, a grin on his face.

“I want to taste you” you say and watch as his face freezes, his eyes moving down to your lips.

“Really?” he asks, somewhat stunned.

In response you shove his chest gently, until he’s laying on his back beside you. You move, so that you’re in perfect position. You peek up at him through your lashes and he looks at you with something like amazement in his dark gaze as you lower your head closer to his cock. You can see the muscles in his stomach tensing in anticipation. You place your hand around him. He’s thick. Pulling the foreskin back you lick him around the crown. A sharp intake of breath from Tom, and then you place your mouth around his tip and you suck.

Slowly you learn to take more of him down your throat. In between efforts there’s wet and playful licks around his shaft, one of your hands around his girth; moving up and down, the other hand teasing his balls. You wish you could take all of him inside you. You suck on his tip, where he’s leaking precum, and you find you love the musky taste of him. He has a hand in your hair, not forcing you down; just gently holding on to you, almost as if in support. He’s helping you find a rhythm, moving his hips in the pace you set. Broken sounds and groans falling from his lips unrestrained. He’s calling you his good fucking girl. He’s getting closer, you can tell, and he’s so hard in your fist. You suck him harder. His thrusts get wilder and the hand in your hair turns into a fist as he holds on to you for dear life. His groans and moans grow louder and louder and something like a whimper falls from his lips as you finally manage to take all of him down your throat. When you do you look up at him and meet his eyes.

“Fuck” and his voice is a broken sound “gonna fucking come” he warns, releasing his hand from your hair, giving you the option to pull away. You don’t, and he comes down your throat and you swallow every drop of him, sucking him all the way through his orgasm.

You lay down beside him on the bed. You can feel how your cheeks are flushed and you bite your lower lip, looking at him with a grin. His chest is heaving, his eyes half-closed.

“Fucking hell” he says, almost in disbelief. He turns to look at you with dark, bewildered eyes. “You know, you look so sweet and innocent. Was worried about corrupting you, you know? But now I’m starting to think you’re the one who’s corrupting me”. He reaches out a hand and cradles your face, before pulling you closer with his other arm, pressing you tight against him. His naked body is warm against yours. He strokes with his thumb over your cheek and it’s gentle and sweet and a feeling flutter like the wings of butterflies in your stomach. The exact same feeling people have been singing about since they knew how to sing. You take in his face. Freckled skin stretched over white bones, dark eyelashes framing his sleepy star-filled, caramel eyes, crinkling at the sides as his thin lips widen in a smile.

He holds his arm around you, holding you to his chest, your foreheads pressed together. Like this you fall asleep for a few hours.

It is raining outside.

Maybe it had always rained, even as he held you and fucked you against the wall in the living room. It seemed a meaningless detail to have noticed at the time. You had been to occupied with Tom, too full of him. For all you would have cared the world could have crumbled around you.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Your lips are swollen from kisses, your eyes still heavy with sleep and you wonder if the blush will ever fade from your cheeks. Washing your hands you walk out to rejoin Tom in the bedroom.

It’s early afternoon now. He had woken you a few hours earlier. Had brought a plate and a knife and a pomegranate to bed and you had watched as he cut the fruit wide open, spread it out in front of you. He fed you the sweet seeds along with excuses for not having anything else to offer you.

It was messy and raw and delicious. Juice dripping down your chin and he’d kissed you clean.

Raindrops are crashing against the window in the bedroom as well and it’s blowing up a storm outside. The walls are of a faded green pattern, and the only furnishment in the room a wrought iron bed and beside it a wooden bedside table, on which lay an ashtray, a copy of Goethe’s Faust and a gun.

And on top of the bed is Tom, still without clothes, and smoking. He’s unashamed in his nudeness; not attempting to hide any part of himself but laid back against the white pillows, cigarette in hand. For a second you stay on the threshold, just observing him. His wide muscular shoulder and defined stomach; a happy trail leading down to his partially erect cock.

You’re lay down beside him, lean against his shoulder. You’re fucked out and exhausted; your whole body still numb from bliss. The wind blows even harder outside, the windows rattling from the force of it, and you shiver. Tom stretches out his arm and picks up the blanket from where it’s been discarded on the floor and he throws it over you, covers his own lower body with is as well. For a while you lay there in silence and listen to the storm.

“Who did you lose it to?” he asks at last and blows out smoke into the room.

“Lose what?” you respond, confused.

“Your virginity” he says. He doesn’t sound intrusive or insistent, just curios. “I mean, we went to the same school after all, did I know him?”

“Yeah” you say, hesitantly, “well, after you left school I went out with Jamie for a little bit”.

You feel his entire body tense beside you. “Jamie Easom?” he asks, disbelief clear in his voice. You don’t look up to meet his gaze, though you can tell he’s angled his face towards yours. Instead you keep your eyes on your blanket-covered feet.

“In his car” you admit “when we were seventeen”.

He huffs, and maybe you’re imagining it, but you think the arm around your shoulder tighten slightly. Otherwise he seems unfaced as he drags in another breath from his cigarette.

“Can I taste?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

He raises his eyebrows but looks amused. “You never tried it?”

You shake your head in response. “Daddy would have lost his mind if I came home smelling like smoke”.

His smiles widen and the corners of his caramel eyes crinkles. “You won’t like it, you know. No one does, not at first”.

“Then why do you do it?”

He shrugs. “It sticks with you”

“I just want to try it” you press him.

He sighs, “alright” he says, though there’s still a slight hint of amusement to his voice, lacing his words, “just one drag”.

Slowly he moves his hand to your lips and you see faded cuts and scars all over his knuckles, his brown eyes sparkling as he looks down at you. His other hand is cupping your face, stroking your cheek. You place your lips around the cigarette and inhale smoke. It feels dry and warm in your throat but somehow you manage not to cough as you blow the white smoke out into the air.

You wrinkle your nose and look up at him. “Taste awful” you admit.

He smile widens, “told you so” ha says and moves the cigarette away from you, placing it between his own two lips again.

You snuggle up closer to him, and his arm tightens around you.

After that first night you’d met part of you had wondered if maybe you’d made him up. Wondered if he truly excited. If a man like him really could exist; so full of opposites. It was as if he was more than mortal man. More smoke and mirror than person; more idea than human being.

You want to unwrap him, un-layer him; spread him open and make sense of him. You want to understand him and see through the smoke and facade.

You touch his chest and feel a heartbeat underneath, steady and slow.

“What did you think of me, back then, when we were in school?” you ask, because you’ve always wanted to know. With your hand on his chest you wish you could count the heartbeats it takes for him to answer, but it is an impossible feat.

“Thought you were too good for the likes of me” he says and takes a final draw from his cig, before putting it out on the ashtray. “Thought you were too good for the likes of Jamie too” he says and the smile he gives you is laced with something tender you don’t yet have a name for.

“Thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen” he says and smiles. “Used to dream about you all the time.”

“That’s not true” you say before you can stop yourself, because honestly, the idea of him having wanted you already then feels unfathomable.

“You calling me a liar?” He asks, eyebrows raised as he looks at you, mock stern written all over his face.

“Well, what did you use to dream about then?”

He’s silent for a while as he takes you in, eyes dancing over your features. Then he moves a hand down under the blanket, and cups your cunt with it. He leans down until his mouth is against your ear and he whispers, “I used to dream I could kiss you here”. Gently he presses his finger over your clit.

He pulls off the blanket guides your bodies until you lay spread out in front of him. “Used to wonder what you’d taste like, if you’d taste as sugary as you look”. He leans down and licks your slit, and you want to whimper. He licks you again and he groans.

“Fuck, you taste just like heaven”. He kisses the inside of your thighs, the slight stub on his cheeks burning your skin in the best way.

“I used to lay in bed at night and wonder how you’d like it” he confesses, before giving your other leg the same treatment, leaving kisses little love-bites all over your skin.

“I thought l’d start off slow, just kissing you here first” he continues and looks at you, spread out as you are for him, with hungry eyes. Then he does kiss you, in almost a gentle way he presses his mouth to your cunt, just dipping his tongue inside, before really going in for it, almost fucking you with his tongue. You bite your lower lip as you watch him, his mop of brown, dishevelled hair in-between your legs.

“Or maybe you’d want me to suck you right here” he says and moves his mouth to just above your clit. “Maybe you’d want me to flick it with my tongue until you’re so wet and desperate for my fingers you’ll beg me for more.”

He licks your entire cunt with wide strokes before moving his mouth back to your clit, pressing the gentlest of kisses against it. “I laid in my bed and i thought, circles” he continues, “just around, and around, and around, and around; slow and steady until you’d claw my back and your back’s arching and you are screaming for more. Until you won’t even know your own name, just mine”. He blows hot air on your aching bud and you buck up against him instinctively. Looking up at you he smiles cockily.

“Tom, please” you beg, desperate for more; for his tongue, for his fingers, for his cock, for anything.

“Please what?” he asks. Then he places his mouth around your clit and he sucks.

Your back arches and your tights tighten around him. “Please, fuck me” you beg.

“No” he says and smiles smugly. He moves up until he’s hovering over you, his face just centimeters from yours.

“You kept me awake all night, rubbing up against me and begging me to fuck you. Begging me to fuck you harder and faster. To fucking come all over you”. His voice is hoarse and low and he inserts first one finger, and then another inside you, spreading you open. He’s looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Begging me to fuck you again” he starts to pump his fingers, in and out of you, “and again” he twists them, hitting your spot and for a second everything goes white as sheer pleasure goes thunders through you, “and again”. You’re a moaning mess and he smiles down on you, mouth in a crooked grin.

“You really are a wicked fucking girl, aren’t you?” he murmurs in your ear.

He moves his long fingers faster, fucks you with them in such a speed all you can do is buck your hips against him and beg. Beg for him to please, please, please fuck you.

But the more you beg the slower he goes with his hand, all the while wearing a Cheshire cat grin. You slap your hands against his chest in frustration; buck your hips up against him even higher.

“Now, now” he says in a warning. He grabs hold of your hand, stopping it from slapping his chest again. His other hand keeps torturing you; continues to push his long fingers in and out of you. His brown locks fall over his face and there’s a glint of mischief in his warm eyes. He really does look devilish.

“You’re just like a little kitten, aren’t you?” he says huskily, pressing his fingers against the sweet spot inside you, but with nowhere near enough pressure. You are teetering on the edge of an orgasm that will shake your entire world and he knows it, is intent on keeping you there, just on the brink of it. You can feel wet running down your slit and pool in-between your legs and honestly, you would have felt ashamed if you hadn’t been so turned on. You have never known desperation like this.

“You’re all big eyes and teeth and claws when you want something, aren’t you?” He adds, before he leans down to kiss you, it’s opened mouthed and wet and slow. You bite his bottom lip, hard enough to show him that yes, just like him you’re all teeth and claws when you want something badly enough.

He pulls away, still smiling down at you with that smug face. “No one ever told you princess? You catch more flies with honey than vinegar”.

“Please” you beg again because it seems to be the only word left in your brain, the need to come having destroyed everything else. Your voice is thick with want.

“Say pretty please” Tom says, kissing your jaw, continuing to massage your g-spot with his fingers.

“Pretty please” you whine as you try to buck up against him again.

You can feel him smile as he kisses your throat. “Say pretty please, Tom”.

“Pretty please, Tom”

He moves away from your neck and looks down on you again. His cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling, dark curls askew and wicked smile in place. You finally know why they call him the devil’s boy.

He moves his thumb over the outline of your lips. They are swollen and wet from his kisses. He’s examining the handiwork.

Then, in a lower voice he says, “say pretty please Tom, fuck me so hard I forget I’ve ever met Jamie Easom”.

He grinds the fingers inside you both faster and harder, wet slapping sounds filling the room as he hits just the right spot every time. He moves his thumb over your lip again, resting the rest of his hand against your throat. “Say pretty please Tom, fuck me so good I can never have sex again without thinking about you.”

It’s like there’s a live wire inside your body, sending out sparks of pure unadulterated pleasure. It’s like you’re looking up at him through a cloud of nearly painful bliss.

You repeat his words.

He removes his hands from you and in a swift movement he flips you over before grabbing you around your stomach, pulling you until your back is pressed flush up against him. He guides himself inside you a mewling sound fall from your lips and a low groan from his. With a hand around your throat, not pressing; just holding you there, and the other on the place where both your bodies meet.

“Alright?” he asks, the single word coming out breathless and rough in your ear.

You nod feverently, and honestly; had you felt more at your senses you would have laughed, for alright didn’t cut it. Alright didn’t describe the ticking bomb inside you, waiting to go off and leave you in a state of white bliss. You place your hands on his, over your throat and on your cunt and together you start moving.

Like this he fucks you. Moves you up and down his hard length until your both fighting for air, a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies. And outside the winds grow stronger and the rain fall harder, though you both ignore it. And in the living room a phone keeps ringing and there’s a banging on the dooor, though you both ignore it.

The entirety of the world has been reduced to is his body, moving in and out of yours.

Wet slapping sounds as you move against each other. His hand on your throat, his groans in your ear, as his rhythm grows wilder and thrusts grows harder. Your hand, placed over his; placed over your clit, moves in rapid pace. You’re both touching you and his groans in your ear grow louder and your whimpers more desperate.

“What’d you need?” he asks, his voice so low and gruff in your ear, his south London accent clearer than ever.

“Harder” is the only thing you manage to press out between mewls of pleasure.

He lets go of your body, pushes you forward until you’re on your hands and knees for him and with his hands on your hips he slams in to you; one time, two times, three times.

And then the whole world goes white as you come around him.

***

In the other room there are hushed voices. You stir, feeling disorientated for a few seconds as you look around.

Tom is gone, and you are alone in bed.

You look around for your clothes but then remember that your dress still lay discarded in the living room. So you pull up the sheets around you, making sure you’re completely covered, and you open the door.

Tom is standing in the hall in just his trousers, facing a blond man your age with a bandaged shoulder. They both have frustrated looks on their faces and they were clearly in the middle of a discussion, but upon hearing the bedroom door open they both turn to face you.

The blond man’s eyebrows raise as he takes you in, naked part from the sheets you’re clutching to your body, hair askew and dark hickeys all over your neck. Then he looks to Tom and the claw marks he has all over his chest and back.

“This is why you didn’t come back to give your report to Fabien?” he says to Tom. “For a fucking shag? Do you have any idea how fucking livid he is with you?”

You can’t see Tom’s face, as he’s turned to face the other man again, but it’s like the air in the room changes in the silence. Like the very atmosphere around the brown eyed boy is loaded with silent threats.

“How about you let me deal with Fabien, Haz? Yeah? Like I’ve always been able to do”. His voice is low and quiet, yet chills travel down your spine. “So how about you go down the car and wait for me and I’ll come with you in a minute, alright?”

Haz doesn’t answer, but throws you a last glance before heading out the door. He hadn’t looked annoyed or angry, but rather he’d looked at you with eyes full of curiosity. Tom closes the door behind his friend, leans his forehead against it and sighs heavily.

Then, head still pressed against the closed door he mutters “sorry, I gotta go”.

“Can I stay?” you ask, trying not to sound as hopeful as you feel.

“Your daddy will be wondering where you’ve gotten to” he says, turns around and walks right passed you and into the bedroom, where he picks up his shirt and suspenders and begin to pull them on.

“I’ll call and tell him I’m sleeping at a friend’s house” you say, though you hate how desperate it comes out. “He never asks any questions.”

Tom sighs again, sit down on the bed and begins to lace up his boots. “Sorry, but I’ll don’t know how long it’ll be until I’m back. It’s better if you leave.” You can’t help but notice that he’s avoiding your eyes. “So put on your dress and me and Haz will see you safely home, alright”.

It’s the way he says ‘alright’. He had sounded the same when he was speaking to Haz out in the hall. It wasn’t a request, it was an order. He takes the gun from the nightstand and place it in his holster, hides it under his jacket.

You clutch on tighter to the fabric around you, and bite your lower lip to keep yourself from crying. “Will I ever see you again?” you ask, voice trembling slightly.

A final sigh, and then he’s standing in front of you, fully dressed and ready to take on the world all on his own again, while you’re here clutching on to a blanket and trying not to weep. He cups your face; makes you look him in the eye. He looks sad behind his stoic façade.

“No” he says eventually. “No, not if you have any luck”.

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etherealluminescence · 4 years

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helloo! can i request the brother with a virgin mc who’s really nervous when they get intimate because she’s scared she cant pleasure them? you can make it nsfw if you want. btw i really like your writing! i hope you have a good day 😊

Hello anon! Thanks for asking, I’ll be making this one nsfw! It’s pretty long since I included smut scenarios at the bottom of each, and as an opening to each hc! Just skip the italics if you don’t like nsfw or feel free to skip this whole thing if it’s not your style, random tumblr user ✨ And thank you I hope you have a good day too anon 🥺🥺

I’m such a kinky person who had to include tail fucking by levi even if no one agrees that is his kink and no one can tell me otherwise.

Brothers react to a f!virgin!MC (NSFW)

Lucifer

Quiet moans filled the air as Lucifer began undressing you. Taking off your blouse, he cupped your left breast through the cloth of your bra, eliciting a yelp from your slightly swollen lips. Slowly, he etched his hand down to your core, rubbing it.

Before he could continue, however, you let out little sobs. You thought you were ready for this, but could you really do it? You were a virgin and judging from his height he’s probably as giant down there as his ego is.

Would you even be enough for him? There’s no way, right? What if he wants you to do something? Are you just going to ruin the mood?

Confused, Lucifer immediately stops his actions and tries to console you. Did he do something wrong? Was he pressuring you into this? Did you not actually want him?

Covering your face with your hands, you tell him that you’re actually a virgin, and don’t know what you should be doing. Would he even be satisfied with you?”

“MC, darling, show me your face.” This was not a command, it was a request. He wanted you to look him in the eyes when he talks to you.

Bringing your arms down, you look up at him and start to cry a bit more. Was he going to berate you?

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, okay? I assure you, I want to do this with you, you are more than enough to satisfy me. And all you need to do is let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.”

Now a crying and blushing mess, you bring your head up to give him a quick peck on the lips, a sign telling him you want to continue.

Deepening the kiss, Lucifer easily starts the mood back up again. Kissing, biting, and sucking all over your neck down between your breasts. Dark purple hickies covered your body by the time he was finished. Somewhere along the lines of him biting and sucking, he had managed to discard your undergarments.

His finger slowly entered you as you stifle in a moan. As he fingered you, he gradually let you get used to it before adding a second, then third, and even a fourth. The sensation was so foreign to you, but oh so very welcomed. Clenching around his fingers, you let out a small cry that it feels weird, as your sticky fluids coat his fingers and trickle down your thighs.

Smiling down at you, he removes his fingers and licks them clean before kissing you and letting you taste a bit of yourself. “You’re doing perfect, what was there ever to worry about, love?”

Mammon

“Of course the human wants to do it with me, who wouldn’t?” Mammon semi-yelled in an attempt to cover his embarrassment. Taking both your hands in one of his, he slowly lowered you down on his bed as he gave you a kiss.

Before he could do anymore, you brought your knees up and told him to wait. He was sort of offended and embarrassed, but decided to listen to what you had to say.

“Im-a-virgin-please-be-gentle-with-me-and-don’t-make-fun-of-me-I-don’t-know-what-to-do-or-how-to-pleasure-you.” you very quickly said before burying your face inside of his pillows beside you.

“What was that MC? You gotta say it slower! Slower! Ya know?” Mammon responded. Truthfully, he heard you clearly the first time, but he just wanted to hear you say it again, but slower, and let him soak in the glory of this.

Taking your face out of the pillow, you looked up at Mammon and repeated yourself. “I’m a virgin, Mammon. I don’t know how this works or how to pleasure you, but please, be gentle with me.”

Seeing his sly smile, you wanted to die. He did it on purpose, didn’t he? Before you could hide yourself from reality again, he pulls you into a deep kiss. “I’m gonna tell everyone the Great Mammon was your first in everything!”

“Ma- mpf!” You were cut off by another kiss. Turning you around, Mammon propped your ass into the air and gave it a small spank making you squeal. Today, he’ll let his little human be, and work hard for them.

Ripping off your pants and underwear, he pushed his fingers into your ass and began to slowly push in and out. His other hand worked at stroking himself, telling you to watch so you know how to do it next time, because you will be giving him a blowjob eventually.

Climaxing on his fingers, he pushed them into your mouth and told you to suck. You ate every last bit of it as if it were the tastiest substance. Pulling his fingers in your ass out, and pushed his length in, causing you to cry from the size. “You were that hungry for my cum MC~? Get ready.” That cocky son of a bitch.

Leviathan

Loud moans from the both of you echoed throughout the room. Levi’s hands were roaming your upper half while his tailed worked on getting rid of your lower half’s clothing. But just as he got to taking off your underwear.

You didn’t mean to, but you started to cry. You were shaking. You just couldn’t control it anymore, out of everyone, you figure Levi would be a virgin and not know what to do like you. But you underestimated how many eroge games he plays.

Startled, Levi was trying his best to function. Why were you crying?? Did you not want a yucky otaku like human? Did you not like him? Did you agree to date him for a few months out of pure pity and suddenly want to get rid of him?

Trying your best to calm yourself, for both your’s and Levi’s sakes, you let out a shaky breath and explain to him what you’re feeling. The gears in his head are finally shifting.

“You mean a beautiful and amazing person like you is a v-virgin?” Levi asks, unsure if he’s hearing it right or if you’re making an excuse.

Repeating yourself, this boy was ecstatic. It was the complete opposite of what you thought was going to happen. You mean he gets to be your first?? And otaku that likes to watch idols and plays video games 17 hours a day actually gets to be YOUR first time?

Levi was amazingly happy and even expressed that very loudly. His little tail was wagging. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, soon enough forgetting your own worries.

Levi told you not to worry. Although he’s also a virgin, he’s played plenty of eroge games and seen enough hentai to know what to do!!

Spreading your thighs, Levi inches closer until you could feel his hot breath hovering over your clit. Using his tail, he pushed it into your mouth, causing you to moan in shock. As his tail began fucking your mouth, he began working on eating you out.

With one of his fingers, he reached up and began to pinch one of you buds while keeping up the pace. All of this was extremely stimulating for you, a virgin. Two of your holes were being filled and your breasts were also getting attention. Pressing your thighs against his face, you began to smush him as you got closer to your edge, which only excited him even further.

As he pulled out of your mouth, you climaxed and dug your hands into his back, leaving scratch marks. However, the night was still young and just one climax wasn’t enough. There’s a reason he was fucking your mouth, as he shoved his tail into your ass and pushed his length into you.

Satan

Swallowing, you look up at Satan to try and gauge what on earth you should do. Taking his length into your hands, you slowly began to rub and stroke, as best you knew how.

At that point, it was obvious. You couldn’t fake it. You were shaking, you looked confused, and you clearly did not know how to give a blowjob.

Satan was first to speak up between the awkward silence you two shared. Your boyfriend wasn’t going to judge you, but he wasn’t going to get off this way either.

“Do you, perhaps not you know, know how?” It was definitely awkward. The two of you were inwardly cringing. Sex wasn’t something you two often talked about, or well, ever talked about. You never thought about having sex with anyone in general.

Quickly, you responded with a little “no”.

He isn’t judgemental, he could predict it from the fact you would close your eyes if two people held hands in a movie calling it “lewd” and unforgivable. He thought it was a human joke at first, with Solomon saying that too, but the blush on your face was way too strong for it to be a dedicated joke.

Satan takes liberty to guiding your hands over the sensitive parts, and the general parts, telling you how and where to touch and suck.

While he’s explaining, he’s also boasting his knowledge of dick anatomy.

Placing your hands on his hips, you began to lick the tip of his dick before moving to the underside, making sure to give it all the attention it deserved. You soon took a third of him in, your limit, and used your hands to stroke the remaining parts.

Groaning, he entangled his fingers into your hair and began to accidentally choke you against him. Little tears were forming in your eyes, but if felt damn good to have his thick member filling you up, as you listen to hear his groans that you made.

Climaxing without warning, his hot bitter seed filled your mouth. You nearly gagged it out, but swallowed it whole in order to try your best to pleasure him. Patting your head, Satan tells you that you were amazing, and a very quick learner.

Asmodeous

“How about we have some fun, darling?” Asmodeous whispered into your ear before biting it as he wrapped his around you from behind. His hands began to slowly fondle your breasts, but before he could any further.

You knew this day was coming. Asmodeous was the demon of lust, and he was your boyfriend. A very amazing boyfriend who held back on his lust and stayed loyal to you meaning he’s been sex deprived for months. It was finally time, or you might accidentally kill him.

You were more than willing to help your boyfriend, you really were, but you were also scared. He’s been with probably thousands of people by now- he’s probably a thousand and slept with a hundred thousand! How could you, a virgin, satisfy the master of fucking?

But only because he is the master of fucking, he could tell you were uneasy. He tried to avoid making too many moves on you, other than flirting, because he would just know you were feeling nervous, but he couldn’t understand why. He knows he’s beautiful but you don’t have to be so worried to see him nude?

Asmo began to stroke your back and slowly backed down, he could wait until you were ready. But you however, had made up your mind. You were terrified, you knew you wouldn’t be as good as him or the other succubusses who were literally born to fuck, but you wouldn’t want him to be horny and be unable to do anything about it because he loves you.

Grabbing his hand, you turned around and looked up into his eyes, and swallowed putting on a brave face. “Asmo... I’m a virgin, and I’m not sure if I could pleasure you, but if you would, please take care of me.” You started off strong but slowly began to mutter, blushing wildly.

Asmo was incredibly happy. You mean his darling MC is a virgin;; like his girlfriend was worried about pleasuring him and wants to be fucked by him?? And only him?? Ever?

He literally forgets he was trying to get the sick and begins to squeal. He’s holding your hands and telling you words of encouragement and that you’re the only one for him, and that he will teach you exactly what to do.

Groping your ass, he gave it a rough squeeze as you yelped. Taking advantage of the situation he shoved his tongue into your mouth and easily claimed dominance. Swirling his tongue around, he made sure to taste all of your mouth. You’re his.

“That’s just the basics on how to get a quick kiss~” he teased as he started to nibble on your neck. His left hand was already under your panty, fingering you, while his right was massaging your breast. Your small whimpers and mewls only encouraged him to continue and do more.

He knows he should only do so much while you’re a virgin and probably don’t have a high enough stamina yet, but damn were you sexy as fuck. You on the other hand, were drowning in pleasure as he sucked and bit your buds and was pushing even more fingers deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot.

Beelzebub

Beel’s big figure dominated you as he pinned you down underneath him on his bed. You had always know he was tall and well sculpted, but being this close and intimate with him, you were having second thoughts.

“You’re so pretty, MC.” Beel whispered as he gently kissed you on the lips, as if going any harder would cause you some kind of harm.

Ah, of course he was gentle. He always was. It sort of made you feel bad, and even conflicted for having thoughts of being scared. But hearing him unzip his pants, and looking at his dick brought you back into reality.

There’s was no way it was going to fit. Your two hands could not wrap around that. Your mouth could not fit more than a third of that, even on a good day. How are you going to pleasure him or have sex if you can’t even fit him?

Beel was always watching you, so he could immediately tell you’re uneasy. And he immediately began to tell you not to worry, and it’s okay. And that he will stop and go get snacks for you if you want to stop right now.

It caused you to cry. He’s just so sweet, how did you land the greatest and softest boyfriend in the history of the world?

He wasn’t sure what to do so he went to his dresser and pulled out a bag of chips and offered it to you. Seeing Beel so worried and concerned made you feel a lot better.

“I’m fine, Beel. I just really love you, but I’m a virgin. I’m not sure if I could fit you, or well.. pleasure you. I’m sorry, it’s stupid.” You ended up telling him.

Did you think he was just going to go put it in without prep work?? Of course not! You silly goose, he was going to prep the life out of you. And him. Don’t worry. You probably won’t even be able to go all the way today.

“Oh.” Well now you learned about what prepping was. And you thanked whoever came up with that idea.

Bringing your thighs into his shoulders, he pulled your panties down and pushed his tongue into you, and started to swirl. One of his hands was covered in lube, working on himself, while the other was working on your ass.

Going deeper and deeper, you let out small whimpers that gradually grew into loud moans. Your body was no longer in your control, and the only thing in your mind was now your desires.

Climaxing for the first time, Beel didn’t even bother to stop. He ate you up like his favorite meal and continued to work on you, pulling his fingers out of your ass to give it a light smack before continuing his work. “One day, we’ll get to the full course, but let’s enjoy this first.”

Belphegor

“You’re such a good girl.” He whispered pulling you closer towards him. As he took off your shirt and bra, he gave your nipple a quick pinch before starting, causing you to yelp in surprise.

You honestly had no clue what you were doing. You knew you were being intimate with Belphie, but how did you get to this point? One second you two were cuddling, and the next he asks you to help with his hard on.

You didn’t realize there was so much to the bedroom world. There were different positions? Styles? Ways of pleasuring people? What on earth is a breastjob? Is that like plastic surgery?

Before you could say anything, Belphie could already see you shaking. Hell, you were shaking more than the time he kind of killed you.

He already had his suspicions that you had no idea how this worked, but is that really something to be scared about? He didn’t get it.

Sighing, he tried his best to tell you how it works. He didn’t want to embarrass you by making you say that you’re a virgin allowed, so in a way, he was being nice.

“Put your hands on my dick and suck. Afterwards pull out and put your breasts against it. It would kill you if we did it raw.”

Blushing, you stared at him with wide eyes. So he could already tell you’re a virgin, huh? Was it really that obvious? But before you had time to express your inexperience, and how it was obvious, Belphie unbuckled his pants and removed his boxers. He just wanted his hard on gone, not a therapy session.

Thanks, Belphie. You tried to be nice in your own way.

Letting saliva form in your mouth for a bit, you bring your face closer to his length as you open and start to suck. Belphie’s hands entangled themselves in your locks, guiding you on how to slowly bob, and when to stop.

As you removed yourself from him, he gripped you by the hips and pushed you forward, your breasts against his lower half. Parting your breasts, you push him all the way inbetween, before slowing starting to move up and down.

With the help of Belphie, you gained a steady pace and gradually began bounding on your own. His low groans encouraged you and you went as best you could. With him no longer needing to guide you, he began to squeeze and roll your nipples between his fingers, causing you to cry out in ecstasy as well.

#obey me #obey me hc #obey me swd #obey me headcanons #this is a long one so it took awhile sorry for posting it late #request

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apoemaday · 3 years

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From the Book of Time

by Mary Oliver

I. I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk But it’s spring,

and the thrush is in the woods, somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing.

And so, now, I am standing by the open door. And now I am stepping down onto the grass.

I am touching a few leaves. I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field.

And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening is the real work.

Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem.

II. For how many years have you gone through the house shutting the windows, while the rain was still five miles away

and veering, o plum-colored clouds, to the north, away from you

and you did not even know enough to be sorry,

you were glad those silver sheets, with the occasional golden staple,

were sweeping on, elsewhere, violent and electric and uncontrollable–

and will you find yourself finally wanting to forget all enclosures, including

the enclosure of yourself, o lonely leaf, and will you dash finally, frantically,

to the windows and haul them open and lean out to the dark, silvered sky, to everything

that is beyond capture, shouting I’m here, I’m here! Now, now, now, now, now.

III. I dreamed I was traveling

from one country to another

jogging on the back of a white horse whose hooves

were the music of dust and gravel whose halter was made of the leafy braids

of flowers, whose name was Earth. And it never

grew tired though the sun went down like a thousand roses

and the stars put their white faces in front of the black branches above us

and then there was nothing around us but water and the white horse

turned suddenly like a bolt of white cloth

opening under the cloth cutter’s deft hands

and became a swan. Its red tongue flickered out

as it perceived my great surprise my huge and unruly pleasure my almost unmanageable relief. . . .

IV. “‘Whoever shall be guided so far towards the mysteries of love, by contemplating beautiful things rightly in due order, is approaching the last grade. Suddenly he will behold a beauty marvelous in its nature, that very Beauty, Socrates, for the sake of which all the earlier hardships had been borne: in the first place, everlasting, and never being born nor perishing, neither increasing nor diminishing; secondly, not beautiful here and ugly there, not beautiful now and ugly then, not beautiful in one direction and ugly in another direction, not beautiful in one place and ugly in another place. Again, this beauty will not show itself like a face or hands or any bodily thing at all, nor as a discourse or a science, nor indeed as residing in anything, as in a living creature or in earth or heaven or anything else, but being by itself with itself always in simplicity; while all the beautiful things elsewhere partake of this beauty in such manner, that when they are born and perish it becomes neither less nor more and nothing at all happens to it...'”

V. What secrets fly out of the earth when I push the shovel-edge, when I heave the dirt open?

And if there are no secrets what is that smell that sweetness rising?

What is my name, o what is my name that I may offer it back to the beautiful world?

Have I walked long enough where the sea breaks raspingly all day and all night upon the pale sand?

Have I admired sufficiently the little hurricane of the hummingbird?

the heavy thumb of the blackberry?

the falling star?

VI. Count the roses, red and fluttering. Count the roses, wrinkled and salt. Each with its yellow lint at the center. Each with its honey pooled and ready. Do you have a question that can’t be answered? Do the stars frighten you by their heaviness and their endless number? Does it bother you, that mercy is so difficult to understand? For some souls it’s easy; they lie down on the sand and are soon asleep. For others, the mind shivers in its glacial palace, and won’t come. Yes, the mind takes a long time, is otherwise occupied than by happiness, and deep breathing. Now, in the distance, some bird is singing. And now I have gathered six or seven deep red, half-opened cups of petals between my hands, and now I have put my face against them and now I am moving my face back and forth, slowly, against them. The body is not much more than two feet and a tongue. Come to me, says the blue sky, and say the word. And finally even the mind comes running, like a wild thing, and lies down in the sand. Eternity is not later, or in any unfindable place. Roses, roses, roses, roses.

VII. Even now I remember something

the way a flower in a jar of water

remembers its life in the perfect garden

the way a flower in a jar of water

remembers its life as a closed seed

the way a flower in a jar of water

steadies itself remembering itself

long ago the plunging roots

the gravel the rain the glossy stem

the wings of the leaves the swords of the leaves

rising and clashing for the rose of the sun

the salt of the stars the crown of the wind

the beds of the clouds the blue dream

the unbreakable circle.

#poetry #mary oliver #from the book of time

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rivetwrites · 3 years

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Kokichi for the fluff alphabet?

//my boy!!

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Kokichi Oma Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Kokichi is very energetic and chaotic, so he needs to be doing something active as to not get bored. Playing video games is a great way to keep him occupied! Especially if you both play a competitive game like Overwatch, or Mario Kart!

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

The way you’ve never took his shit, or his lies. He admired that you always told him off for lying, or for teasing Gonta or Kiibo. He couldn’t help to fall a bit more each time. Sure, it makes him do it a bit more, but he just can’t help himself when you look so cute while you’re frustrated.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Jokes. Though sometimes they can hurt, which then that’s when he starts getting a bit serious. He’s not the best at comforting people, as he’s never really had anyone to comfort besides his DICE members. He would give you a bunch of sweets, and even his sacred Panta!! Once you start feeling better, he’ll slowly turn back to himself and make more lighthearted jokes to you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Kokichi dreams about you officially becoming his second in command in DICE with him. His members love you, he loves you, so it’s perfect! Though, if you’re not that kind of person, he’ll understand and leave it alone. He hates forcing you to do things when you don’t want to do them.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

You’re probably going to be the dominate one in the relationship. This man has a diet of a seven year old, and the maturity of one as well. He needs a little help trying to get his life together as an adult, so he would be grateful for your help. Even if he purposely doesn’t do what you ask, just so you can pay more attention to him.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Kokichi is a shithead, through and through. Most likely, he’d be the one upsetting you. The best way to get back at him is the silent treatment. He despises the silent treatment, since he thrives off of attention, both negative and positive. He can’t even last a whole day, apologizing to you with those rare tears in his big eyes.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s extremely grateful for you. You keep him grounded, you keep him in check, and you keep him from committing arson the first chance he gets. He’s extremely aware of everything around him, so you taking care of him will make his little liar heart grow a bit more. He repays you by leaving small candies in your pockets while you’re not looking. They’re his favourites!! So you know you mean a lot to him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

This is Kokichi we’re talking about. He’s a liar, no matter who you are. The best way to get him to tell him the truth, is when he’s extremely tired. But once you truly get to know him, his actions and expressions always contradict his lies. You would always be able to tell when he’s upset. If you call him out over and over again about it, his wall will break and he’d tell you the truth. Another reason why he loves you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Kokichi is always going to be Kokichi, though he would get slightly softer to people. He’s still a liar, of course, but his teasing and jokes will become more lighthearted when you’re around. Dating Kokichi is the closest thing to....babysitting. He’s taught you a lot of patience, since you’d need so much to deal with him.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He’d lie about this to his grave, but again, his expressions and actions say otherwise. His grip will tighten on your hand, his expression darkening at the person you’re talking to. God forbid the person lay a hand on you, they would be the main target for his pranks for weeks. Once you’re alone, you’d have to comfort him and tell him that he’s the one for you, and not anyone else will change that. His attitude will pop back to normal in no time.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Kissing isn’t something he took for account when he went into a relationship with you. Though he would have a big grin when he’s ready to do so. You’re probably going to be his first kiss. He’d climb you like a tree, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as his feet dangle from the ground. He’s pepper your cheeks and lips with small kisses as he giggles. His face would be slightly red, clinging to you for the rest of the night.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He would be the one to confess, but try to convince you that it was a lie. You know better, of course. He’d start to panic slightly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he tries to convince you more. Once you accept him, his mood will return back to carefree. “Of course! I knew you liked me! Who wouldn’t like a Supreme Leader?” He didn’t know, so he’s extremely relieved.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Kokichi never really had a set decision on marriage. He wouldn’t care if you two didn’t get married, but he also didn’t care if you both did. Ultimately, it’ll all be up to you, so you would be the one to propose to him. He’d be extremely smug about it, “I mean, I am pretty cool, right? I would marry myself too!!” That’s his way of saying yes.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

The dumbest nicknames. “Second in command,” “little sausage,” “mom/dad/parent.” Though, it he’s feeling a bit more affectionate, “love,” would be his go-to.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He’s a very physical person, so he would climb into your lap as you’re reading, doing homework, or simply watching TV, and wrap his arms around your waist. He wouldn’t speak much, nuzzling his face into your chest as he absorbs your warmth and love.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Again, Kokichi is a very physical person, so he’d be constantly holding your hand, calling you his love. Gloats all the time about you. He’s not shy in the slightest, even less by you, so he would tell all his friends, especially Kaito on how amazing you are and how no one can get someone as great as you. Which is not a lie!

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He brings fun into your life. He brings a slight sunshine as he acts like himself. He loves you very much, and just his presence makes the room light up a bit more. Even if he’s teasing someone, he’d always look over at you with a genuine smile.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s not romantic in the slightest. Your dates are dumb and...oddly very fun. Video game nights with take out, snuggling while watching some dumb, low budget horror movie. Kokichi prefers to spend time with you rather than going somewhere extravagant. Though, he would love to go to a carnival with you. He loves playing the games, going on rides (sometimes he’s too short to go on it, so he gets pouty), and get junk food!

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’d tease you about your goals, but he makes note on them. He and his DICE members will help you achieve anything you want, no matter how impossible they may seem. Kokichi doesn’t have any big life goals, but he adores yours. You look so happy when you do reach them, so he thrives for your smile every time.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Kokichi never ever has a plan for anything, everything is spontaneous and exciting. Your relationship is never boring with him, whether its running away with you in tow from an angry person he just pranked, or just having a lazy day in, its never an in-between.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He has a hard time expressing himself, but he knows you by the back of his hand. You don’t even have to be looking at him for him to know you’re sad. Just by the slight slouched posture, he knows he has to go get your favourite sweets to comfort you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You and his DICE members are his family, so you guys are very important to him. Sure, he seems selfish, but on the inside, he’d give himself up in a heartbeat for his family.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He likes to sneak things he thinks you may like into your pockets. He could find a little shiny coin, and slip it into your shirt while you’re not looking. You have a small collection of small, shiny things that Kokichi has found on your dresser.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He prefers to show affection alone with you, since he gets a bit blushy from your touches. He’s very slim and small, so just scoop him up into your arms and carry him to bed and he’ll be yours. He prefers small, butterfly kisses rather than proper, long kisses. He wants to show his love to every inch of you.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Kokichi gets very, very pouty when you’re gone, amping up his pranks and jokes to his friends. Since you’re not with him, he has to make up for the lost pranks. Once you return, he’s clinging onto your leg as he cries crocodile tears as he begs you not to leave again.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Kokichi will give and much as you give. He believes in equality, so if you go great lengths, so will he.

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #mod oma #kokichi oma #kokichi x reader #drv3 #killing harmony #fluff alphabet

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slythraco · 3 years

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Julian Albert - SFW ALPHABET

Author’s note: Took a break in my requests to write this ! Might do the NSFW version if you’d like it ! Let me know if you would like to see this with his other characters too 😉 have fun !

Masterlist

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A = Attraction (how do they show their attracted to you?)

Julian is not really the expressive type, always preferred to hide his feelings and emotions behind a wall of coldness and anger. So making you understand he likes you was quite a challenge for him. He started by complimenting you sometimes, which surprised you every time.

He would also help you with your work without you asking, then make it pass like a act of kindness because he’s in his ‘good day’ rather then assuming the real reason.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/why not?)

Yes ! Absolutely, Julian and you always talk about finding a family one day. Even if he’s scared of the idea of being a father, you’re always there to comfort him, knowing he would make an amazing father.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Julian is a sucker for cuddles, he just love feeling your body against his. Every time you’re not far away from each other (and in private) he just feel the need to take you in his arms. So when you’re both at work, he take a break just to meet you at your desk who is literally 2 meters away and give you a good hug before going back.

When you’re home, he loves to sit in bed, his back against the headboard, you between his legs while you read a book together. This position gives him room to kiss your neck and collarbones, but he can also touch your thighs or higher if he doesn’t feel like reading.

D = Dates (What are dates like with them?)

It’s all or nothing, he can either prepare the best night ever, Diner with candles, Sky gazing after a good meal, date in a gastronomic restaurant or just share a glass of whine at his home while dance to random musics. But you like these both ways of doing it. A good moment with Julian is always good to take.

E = Emotions (Do they express their emotions? If so, how?)

It was a big problem in the beginning of your relationship, the fact that he didn’t really open up to you to show his feelings. He was still protecting himself from getting hurt. But once he did it one time, and finally realises that you would never in any circonstances, judge him or leave him for what he truly feels. He became the most expressive person he’s ever been, he tells you everything that’s on his mind and it makes him very happy to have found someone to talk to about what’s going trough his mind. And you’re probably the only person that gets to see him like that.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love)

One day you got attacked by a meta-human, you got harmed a little bit but it was enough to make Julian scared and start freaking out. That’s when he realised how much he didn’t to lose you and how deeply in love he was.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Gentle in his gesture, yes. Gentle in his words, no. Hear me out. Julian is the most attentive person, the last thing he wants is to hurt so when he’s hugging you or kissing you, it’s gentle and full of his love.

But sometimes, when he gets angry or is in a bad mood he can get rude in his words or get violent. Careful, he could never lay a hand on you, he would breaks things around him rather then get physical to you. But yeah, be prepared he can get really rude to you but he will always regret what he said and always excuse himself until you forgive him but he would certainly blame himself for the rest of his life.

H = Hands (Do they hold hands? If so, how?)

Yes, everywhere, Julian is not really into PDA but if there’s one thing to steal from it it’s this. When you’re walking outside, arriving at work, sitting next to each other, he always find a way to grab your hand and it’s honestly, adorable.

I = Impression (What was their first impression of you?)

Being his colleague, Joe had to warned him of your your coming in the office. It kinda bored Julian at first, knowing he’d have to share his lab with another person annoyed him but as soon as he saw you, all his bad thinking flew away.

He found you really nice, intelligent and way more punctual than Allen. And also really beautiful, you blew him away by your intelligence also. He really thought you were too good to be true.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes, Julian is a really insecure person, he’s always scared of loosing you so when he sees you talking to another men he would almost always ask you about him afterwards.

If the person your talking to gets a little bit too touchy for his taste he would intervene and either call you by your affectionate nickname (my love, my heart, my darling,...) or he would kiss you to make it clear who you belong to.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who intiated the first kiss?)

His kisses are always gentle and full of love or passionate, he’s mostly the one to kiss you first just because he can’t contain himself when you’re around him. He could spend his whole life kissing your lips.

L = Love language (What are their love languages?)

Gifts, gifts, gifts. He loves to cover you with gifts. He likes to buy you little things that remind him of you. That’s his way of telling you he loves you.

M = Mornings (Are they a morning person? What are they like in the morning?)

It depends, on day work, since Julian is very focused on punctuality he can gets pretty stressful in the morning. Running everywhere to be ready in time, and make sure he tie is perfect.

But I’m off days, he’s the biggest lazy guy in town. Mostly because he loves just to lay in bed and cuddle with you rather then get up and start the day.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil you? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Like I said before, Julian loves to buy you things so yes he spoils you A LOT ! And when you want him to buy you something, he can’t resist, always wanting to put a smile on your face.

O = Open (Do they say everything about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or overtime?)

Like mention before, It took a while to Julian to finally open up to you but as soon as he feels safe enough, he tells you everything !

P = Patience (Do they have patience? Are they angered easily?)

Julian has zero patience, he gets mad when he doesn’t have what he wants right now. It amuse you sometimes so you tease him with it but it’s is at your own risk.

Q = Quaint (What’s their favorite non modern thing to do?)

Julian as a disc record player in his appartement, he loves to listen to old vinyl with you. You learns to dance a slow with him thanks to it.

R = Remember (What’s their favorite moment in the relationship?)

It’s hard to choose but probably the day you accepted to be his girlfriend, it was such a magical day. He prepared a wonderful date that night, he made a whole delicious meal for you to to share together in his appartement. You slowed dance in his living-room and then his kisses you for the first time before asking you to be his after admitting his feeling to you. You spent the rest of the night cuddling and kissing like teenagers, it really is an amazing memory.

S = Security (How protective are they?)

He globally trust you so he’s not really overly protective, unless you propose you help to the flash team. Even more since you got attacked by a meta not long ago, this is the only time he can get really protective.

Otherwise he’s just normally protective, telling you to be careful when you come back late from work, etc. But it’s always in a cute and loving way never toxic or anything, he just cares about your safety like any boyfriend would.

T = Talking (what do they like to talk about?)

Obviously, sciences and all of that, but he also loves to talk about you, he always want to know more about you, your past, your family. Every little knew information about you makes him really happy.

U = Ugly (Whats a bad habit of theirs?)

Criticising EVERYTHING and everyone. That’s one of us default he always finds someone to say about something (especially Barry Allen), he can be either funny because we all know how sassy Julian is but it can be annoying sometimes.

V = Vaunt (Do they like to show you off?)

Yes ! He’s always so happy to present you as his girlfriend. He’s so proud to have you by his side. The worst thing is when someone goes to him and say ‘No way, you’re really dating Y/N’ with that, you’re stuck with him for an eternity, he will be doomed to hear him boast of having a wife as brilliant as you.

W = Whole (Do they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely, Julian would be lost without you. You’re his everything, all he does is to make you happy so yes.

X = Xylophone (What’s a song that reminds of your guy’s relationship?)

Can’t help falling in love - Elvis Presley

You two danced to this song the night he kissed you for the first time.

Y = Yuck (What’s something they hate that you do?)

Teasing him, you love to make him crazy and angry because let’s face it, Julian angry is the sexiest thing ever.

Z = Zzz (Are they a heavy or a light sleeper ?)

Heavy sleeper for sure, when he finally leaves work and get to bed, you never hear about him again before he wakes up the next day.

#julian albert #julian albert imagines #julian albert is underrated #julian albert x reader #julian albert imagine #imagines request #imagines

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timextoxhajima · 4 years

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Playlist Feels

Member: *at the point of writing this i haven’t yet decided but i went out today and this song started playing and my heart just starting beATInG SO faST

*update: ended up settling for san

A/N: I won’t write smut/anything aggressive for jongho (or any ‘00 liner for that matter) so until they turn 21 internationally, i’ll refrain from writing anything nasty. this goes for other idols who are ‘00 liners and younger.

Genre: shitty-ass angst, aggressive shoving lol idk, what’s a desire-inspired fic if there’s no smut heh (lowkey fifty shades vibes irdk what im doing at this point of time) *kind reminder that it’s been too fucking long since i’ve written some smexy smut so please bear with me ;_;

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you could almost smell the money that everybody in the room collectively have under their belts. everybody was fitted in suits and extravagant gowns and blazers and dresses-- it was difficult to believe that these people would ever wear anything else besides whatever they were wearing now.

your parents had gone off to greet the older, more important people of the organisation, or bureau, or whatever group that coordinated this event was called. you were stuck staring at your glass of champagne while your fiance picks at the little nuts in the tray that was sitting in the middle of the small table.

fiance, more like annoying family friend you’ve been actual friends with for nearly ten years.

“do me a favour and cut it out, would you?” you glare at him through your long, false lashes, bringing the champagne glass to your lips and taking a sip. mingi looks at you and pouts, quickly throwing a nut into his mouth before he wipes the crumbs away on his shit-expensive Saint Laurent blazer.

you groan under your breath, rolling your eyes so hard that you could see the insides of your head.

“who picked out the gown? i know you have a thing against gowns so why’d you let them fit you in this one?” mingi munches on the nut and nods towards your fit. you don’t bother to look down at yourself, because you couldn’t stand the sight of it.

the v-neck cutting was so low down your chest that if you pulled it aside with any considerable amount of strength, your chest would’ve been exposed.

it didn’t help that the gown was red, and on top of that, there was a long, ridiculous slit up the dress by your left leg.

it’s like you were a walking target.

“does it look like i had much of a choice?” you eye him with an annoyed look, finishing whatever was left of the champagne. “in fact, i don’t even remember the last time i made a decision for myself. fun.”

mingi gives you a pathetic smile and wraps his arm around your shoulders, the soft material of his blazer grazing against your skin.

someone pushes the door open to the function room, and everybody around starts making their way in. your heels would’ve been caught stepping on your gown, so mingi offers you and arm to hold while you grab a bunch of material with your free hand to make walking easier.

your fiance helps you settle into your seat before sitting down next to you. the function room starts filling up, every now and then some ceo or businessman or someone walks by your table and you have no choice but to stand up to greet them.

but all you wanted to do was to go home to the comfort of your bed and binge watch your favourite series.

not stand here, in the middle of a function room in the country’s most expensive hotel, and let these middle-aged, possibly married-with-children, men caress your hands like they didn’t already know you had a fiance.

“you seem to have a way around men, don’t you?” mingi teases quietly, helping you push the chair in as you sat down from shaking some stranger’s hand.

“it’s the dress, and the hair and the make up. otherwise, i’m pretty sure they don’t give a fuck.”

mingi sucks on his teeth at your straightforward statement, noting that your parents were coming round the table. you look up to search for them upon mingi’s announcement, and you notice they were talking to another couple with their children trailing closely behind them.

“oh god, another one--” you spit under your breath. mingi elbows you a little, standing up and cuing you to do the same as your parents come by with the other couple and their clearly-uninterested son and overly-enthusiastic daughter.

“mingi, y/n, this is mr and mrs choi, and this is choi haneul and choi san,” your mother gestures to them as the couple reaches out for a handshake. you and mingi take turns to shake their hands, including the two children.

you were so used to faking a smile that you were sure nobody could’ve been able to tell you absolutely hated being here.

but your ‘service’ smile struggles to remain loyal to your need to be the perfect chaebol when you catch their son staring at you, with eyes that could kill.

you reach your palm out to him, and he takes your hand with a firm grip.

you almost feel something similar to static, but you shake it off by giving him a bright smile.

he reciprocates, offering you a wide grin that exposes his dimples and folded his eyes into long, slits.

that 180 degree switch... psycho.

you pull away, and you feel his reluctance to let go for a split second.

a frown appears on your forehead in that instant, but he releases your hand quickly, as if noticing the change of expression on your face.

your parents wave them off as they make their way to another table. you return to your seat, now sitting between mingi and your mother who just wouldn’t shut up about the choi family.

something about splitting the company into two so each their children gets an equal half.

something about them being very capable.

blah blah blah...

the function hall gets filled up and every table was fully occupied. name tags were placed on tables by the seats the guests were allocated, and your eyes run through the many names and titles. you couldn’t find a single one that didn’t have a big company name attached to them.

mingi humors you the entire dinner, and being your only source of entertainment, you couldn’t help but still feel lucky that he was chosen to be your fiance.

there were so many things about being a chaebol that was so wrong and so pathetic, and mingi knew very well how much you hated it. both of you grew up as childhood friends, for the sole reason that both your parents were partners in an important project.

so big, rich people gatherings? your weekend plans for almost ten years straight.

when you were told that a marriage was in plan for you though, you remember threatening to run away from home unless your fiance was mingi.

and since mingi was a chaebol himself, your parents were more than happy to let the both of you get engaged, even if the two of you didn’t actually love one another.

there was some dumb auction going on with the mc yelling into the damn mic every ten minutes, not even giving you the peace of day to eat your food that took forever to come. mingi tries to get you involved by raising your name tag, helping you offer three million for a premium yacht.

you hiss at him, nearly giving him a slap across the face when you won it.

your mother reminds you not to have too much wine and champagne, but you didn’t even want to be here in the first place. you were going to get married into the song family anyway, so it gave you the courage and liberty to do whatever the hell you wanted.

you were so used to drinking champagne and wine that mingi doesn’t stop you until your face finally flushed bright red, and you were beginning to smile and giggle at the mc.

an unfamiliar sight for your fiance.

“do you need to go to the washroom to get yourself together? you look tipsy,” mingi leans into your ear and asks with concern. his question pulls out an ugly look on your face, and you reach for your champagne glass, only to realise that it was empty.

you huff in disappointment. mingi gives you a blank look, knowing that you weren’t done with whatever attitude you had up your sleeve tonight.

“i’m gonna hurl out all that fucking champagne and you better have my glass refilled when i get back,” you try to whisper to mingi, but you belch out all the gas that was in your stomach.

“disgusting--” mingi winces at the scent of the alcohol. you laugh, pushing yourself out of the seat and grabbing your purse, leaning over to your parents to inform them you were heading for the washroom.

it was a good thing you weren’t drunk, but you definitely would be if you had returned for more champagne had you not stuffed your finger down your throat. you wretched loudly, knowing that you deliberately searched for the most out-of-the-way washroom in the building, and there was nobody around to hear those inhumane noises. expensive liquid flushes out your throat and you choke on the sight. the burning sensation wasn’t a good experience, but you couldn’t be any less bothered.

you lick your lips, still cautious that you had lipstick on. turning around, you struggle to your feet and head over to the sink, head hanging low and palms pressed flat against the marble surface.

you gather the tap water in your hand, slurping it up to try and get rid of the taste of stomach acid and alcohol in your mouth.

didn’t help.

you mutter some curse words under your breath, looking back up at the mirror to fix your hair and your lipstick, pulling your shoulders back so you were standing with the posture your mother spent most of your life scolding you about.

you take a step out of the washroom, and your eyes were so occupied with mentally berating the hell out of your obscene dress that you physically ram yourself into someone’s shoulder.

the impact throws your balance off completely, but you feel an arm snake around your waist just moments before you got fall flat on the ground.

“oh, you.”

you fidget with uneasiness, anxiously getting your balance back in check and shoving him off you. you look down at yourself, making sure your boobs were still under the material and your slit didn’t get any higher up your thighs.

“you’re welcome, by the way.”

you return your attention to choi san, who now had a sneaky smirk drawn across his lips. he was in an all white fit, with small black details like his cuff links and black gemstone accentuating his entire look.

“sorry.”

you clear your throat, feeling your face flush from the realisation that you could’ve been completely fucked over by your parents if they saw the way you responded.

‘that’s no way of thanking someone,” they’d say.

“what are you doing here anyway? it’s such a far walk from the function hall.”

you raise a cocky brow, tongue looking for small bits of food stuck in the crevices of your teeth. you couldn’t be bothered to maintain your image now that you’ve already acted like he was molesting you.

“me? i could ask you the same,” you tilt your head to the side, hands looking for the slit of your dress to push aside. you wouldn’t want to trip on your walk away from him.

“i don’t like these functions. i like meeting people but i definitely don’t like watching them spend their money on ridiculous items.”

you sigh, wondering how long you were going to be stuck in this meaningless conversation with him.

“you do realise the proceeds all go to charity anyway, don’t you?”

“is that why you bought the premium yacht for three million?”

“no, my fiance used my name.”

“so you’re saying you didn’t want to provide the financial assistance to charity?”

your eyes harden at his accusation, and you couldn’t be more frustrated. if you weren’t in your obscene v-neck gown with that useless slit up your thighs, you would’ve already gotten your heels off to whack him on the head.

all your emotions must’ve been put up for display all across your face, because choi san flashes you a devilish grin, eradicating any hint of his dimple-smile from before.

the same 180 change.

“my family and i do enough charity every year. this three million doesn’t mean shit,” you take a step forward, not letting his demonic presence faze you. he was just about a few inches taller than you, so confronting him like this was nothing compared to mingi.

“so, mr choi,” you hiss under your breath, your nose just right under his. “if you’ve got nothing else constructive to say, then do excuse me. i have an event to be at.”

you gave it a few moments for him to flinch or react, but he fails. you smirk to yourself, convinced that you’ve won this showdown. you turn, ready to walk away from him, but he grabs your arm just as you walk past him and wraps his arm around your waist. if he had invested more effort into the act, he would’ve easily picked you up.

“what the fuck-- let me go!” you try thrashing yourself out of his grip, but he only pulls you harder into the hidden lift around the corner. you try to make a run for the door before it closes, but he holds you back as he hits a button on the lift panel.

he shoves you up against the wall, your rear resting against the bar that lined the walls where people could hold. he rests his palms on the bar on either sides of your hips, and he pushes his face dangerously close to yours.

you were fuming at this psycho, but deep down in your heart, you knew you were the one to blame for inciting it.

“you know...” he drags a finger down your earlobe and your jawline. it takes you awhile to realise that you were slowly turning away from him, gradually becoming unable to continue this power play with him. “you haven’t said ‘thank you’.”

you scoff, eyes shifting to meet his without turning your head. you wipe your canine teeth with your tongue, trying your best to read his face.

but all you could see was that devilish grin you don’t think you were ever going to forget.

you try to hold back from saying anything, knowing that every word you said from this moment on was going to decide his next move. but you were angry with this piece of shit, and your temper invites you to spit out the words you had on the tip of your tongue.

“or what?”

i should not have said that.

“that’s completely up to you.”

choi san smirks again, and you’ve never seen someone look so lustfully challenged before. the look in his eyes was enough to rile you up to it as well. though your head was screaming at you, telling you to stop, but your heart and body say otherwise.

he sucks in a deep breath as he takes a step back, letting the lift doors open to the hallway where all the suites were.

you expected him to grab your wrist and pull you along, but he doesn’t. confusion wasn’t the right word to describe the overwhelming feeling that ate you up, and you hated yourself for it.

you watch in dissatisfaction as he calmly walks out of the lift and walks down about four doors. he stops right outside the cream colored door, his white fit contrasting the brown hallways, and turns to look at you.

that devilish smile was gone, replaced with a look you couldn’t begin to describe.

you feel your stomach churn as he reaches up to his neck and starts to undo the top few buttons, exposing his collarbone. his free hand pulls out a card from the inside of his blazer, and he gets the door open.

your hands were balled up into fists, and you could still feel his trace on your jaw as you watched him walk into the room.

don’t do it.

you suck in a deep breath, frozen in place.

don’t fucking do it. he knows exactly what he’s doing.

the lift doors begin to shut.

don’t. do. it.

your needs and desires engulf you like flames in a burning building, and you found yourself storming straight into the suite, eyes only searching for him. before you could even notice the size of the room, you were shoved backwards against the carpeted wall.

hands were hungrily searching your body for any crevice for him to dig into, and you could already feel your lipstick getting smudged between both your lips.

his fingers find the material of your dress that goes over your shoulders instead, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull them down your arms. you struggle to get his white blazer off, completely ignoring the rare gem that was pinned above his breast pocket.

you were already running out of breath, teeth clashing and your tongues messily swirling around each other as his hands find the zip on your back. by the time your dress pools around your feet, you get the buttons on his shirt undone.

you run your hands down his chest and toned stomach, but was interrupted by him picking you up against the wall. he doesn’t hesitate to attach his lips to your breasts like a hungry kitten, and the heat between the two of you becomes nearly impossible to contain.

his hair gets tangled in your fingers, desperately trying to find something to grip while lewd sounds escape your lips.

“you must not like losing,” he pulls you away from the wall, eyes looking up at you as he walks elsewhere in the room. you expected yourself to be thrown on a bed, but instead you find yourself pressed up against the window panel of the room, with the city right below your feet.

“don’t you fucking dare,” you threaten with a low voice. but you hear him scoff, arm wrapped around your waist as he positions himself so that you were pressed flat against his chest and your breasts against the cold surface of the window.

“but i already did.”

he whispers into your ear, somehow finding both your wrists and holding them in one hand while the other snakes down your stomach and under the only piece of clothing you were wearing.

you bite on your bottom lip, shutting your eyes tightly upon the contact of his fingers on your sensitive spot. you hear him chuckle and he realises that you had absolutely no control over what your body needed - or wanted.

“aren’t you going to tell me that you have a fiance?” his voice was low, and almost threatening. he hooks your underwear by the side and pulls it off the curve of your rear, letting it pool around the heels you were still wearing.

you gulp and huff heavily, listening to him undo his belt while your wrists were still trapped in his left hand.

“answer the question, mrs song.” he presses his already hardened manhood against your core, and the contact sends chills up your spine to your head. you could feel yourself slowly losing all sense of control by the second, and him psychologically pushing you into a corner to make you submit to him wasn’t helping.

“we could always stop now, and you could go back to the function hall like nothing happened.”

now you don’t feel the material of his underwear, but the bare skin of his manhood rubbing against your naked core. the sensation finally pushes you over the edge, and you choose your desires over the fucking obligations you were born with.

“please don’t stop.”

you brace yourself as he pushes himself into you, and he doesn’t give you much time to process the explosive feelings of need in your abdomen. picking up his pace, you feel his grip on your wrists tightening as the excessive thrusting pushes you nearer and nearer against the glass.

you hear nothing but the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the combination of the mewls and groans the both of you were offering one another.

his free hand finds your sensitive nub, and the combination of his ramming into you with the circles drawn with pressure pushes you closer to your climax. your legs tremble under the overwhelming feeling, and he finally releases your wrists. he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you up while he continues fucking you against the window.

you feel the weight in your abdomen get heavier after every thrust, and your irregular moans tell him that you were reaching your high.

something inside you snaps, and you raise your head to look at the window, water vapour already collected in messy patterns on the surface.

he pulls out and you feel his load landing on your lower back, the only sounds you could hear now was the panting from the both of you.

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you take your seat between mingi and your mother again, legs still shaking ever so slightly, and you were hoping nobody was going to notice that your hair didn’t look at neat as it was before.

“i thought you got lost in the bathroom,” mingi looks at you while you down a whole cup of water before attacking the champagne.

“well,” you shrug, eyes catching a glance of choi san returning to his seat. “i’m here now, aren’t i?”

#timetohajima #timetohajima playlist feels #san #choi san #san smut #i fucking finally wrote a smut #ateez smut #ateez san #san imagine #san scenario #san fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #san one shot #ateez one shot

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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Island Dreams - Chapter 15

Chapter 15 is here.

Our gang is away on an adventure. Writing this chapter was actually quite fun. I really hope you will love it.

The song that Aelin and Rowan talk about on the beach is this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uspq0Iq4tc This is a live version where Bruce Guthro sings it alone. For me it's an incredible love song and I think it's perfect for those two. It always give me goosebumps.

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As promised at 7am on the dot Rowan reached Aelin’s house, but the trio was already out of the house waiting for him. They loaded their bags in the car and they got on. Aelin taking the passenger seat beside Rowan. “I am in charge of the music,” she announced “I am going to make you listen to some amazing stuff.” And she looked at Rowan. He was aware he had created a monster and that Aelin had become obsessed with Peat and Diesel and Runrig. He smiled. “Can you cope with three crazy tourists in the car? Lysandra buys tacky fridge magnets as well.” “Yes, babe, that’s a bad habit.” Commented Aedion. “Thank you.” echoed Rowan. Aelin poked Rowan in the shoulder and he pretended to bit her finger and she cackled in response. Lysandra was attached to the window on her side of the car and Aedion had his chin on her shoulder and they were both looking amazed at the landscape.

“As a Londoner born and bred all of this looks alien to me. In a good way but so strange. We have been driving for twenty minutes now and since we have left town we haven’t seen a single car.” Commented Aedion “We are surrounded by moors and all these small lakes.” “Lochs,” Rowan corrected him “We don’t have lakes in Scotland. We call them lochs.” “So, is Harris another island we are crossing into?” Asked again Aedion who was super curious. “No,” replied Aelin proud of the fact that she knew the answer “Lewis and Harris are one big island, but Lewis is the northern part and Harris the southern one. They are quite different in character.”she pointed at the landscape outside “We are still on Lewis and the landscape is flat because it’s all peatlands. Once we cross into Harris, all of a sudden it gets rockier and hills just pop up.” Then she looked at Rowan with a smug face and he gave her a huge grin of approval. They were driving when Aelin shouted to stop.”Rowan pull over please.” “What? Why?” He asked and did as he told him. Aelin bolted out of the car and a minute later he saw her hugging the road sign. “Really?” “Look, it’s my village.” She shouted pointing at the sign saying Baile Ailein “It’s just a little different but it sounds the same and it’s my village.” She jumped in front of the sign and Aedion and Lysandra joined them. “Fireheart, it means Allan’s village.” “I don’t care, in Gaelic it looks almost like my name.” Rowan went back to the car and came back a minute later with his camera and snapped a picture of her. He was planning to have a massive collection of pictures of her by the end of the trip. “Get back in the car, we are in the Lochs area of Lewis and there are some incredible views.” They all listened to him and jumped back in the car. Aelin had taken a photo of the sign and was now posting it on social media bragging that on Lewis there was a village with her name. “Aelin, are you getting used to drive on this small roads?” Asked Lysandra noticing the skilful way Rowan navigated the narrow roads and wondered about her friend. “I am getting used to it. The first few times it was downright scary. Now it’s fun.” They finally reached Harris and they took a group photo under the sign that said “Failte gu Harris.” Rowan included. He had caved in the end. When a little later Aelin noticed the first hint of Luskentyre she squealed out in delight “We are almost here. Lys, look out of the window.” Rowan smiled at her. Her happiness was infectious. “Stay calm, and sit back down.” She had leaned all the way forward with her face almost against the windscreen. Rowan pulled her back. “You are nulling the seat belts.” She glared at him. Aelin began protesting when she noticed Rowan was not stopping “Where are you going?” “Shhh…” “Is this even real?” Commented Lysandra when they drove a stretch of road that was very close to the sea. She was stunned by the colours. She had seen Aelin’s pictures, but seeing it in real life was different. Rowan kept driving until he reached a parking space. “What is this?” She asked him. Rowan huffed “Will you trust me?” The four of them started walking the path and as soon as they spotted the beach the two women took off running shedding shoes and clothes as they ran straight to the waters. Rowan sighed “Are they always like this?” Aedion laughed out loud and patted the man on the shoulder “Welcome to my world, my friend.” By the time they reached the beach the two women were down to their swimsuits, their clothes scattered on the sand and were now in the water up to their knees both screaming in happiness. Rowan and Aedion collected the clothes and joined them on the shoreline. Rowan stopped when he noticed Aelin. Her bathing suit was blue like her eyes, but the his eyes trailed down to her full hips and her long legs. And then up again. He was paralysed. And he was glad he had two doctors in the group because he was going to be in need of CPR quite soon. “You feel exactly like I do.” Aedion added when he noticed Rowan’s face “I met them the first time in a bar. They were still interns. I had no idea which one to hit on. But Aelin was with the idiot already. I tried my luck with Lysandra but it took me a long time to get her.” “They are…” “Yes, we are two lucky men.” And Rowan grinned. Yes, they were. He finally managed to move again and reached Aelin, his arms went firmly around her waist and pulled her to him for a passionate kiss. Now that Elias was out of the picture they had finally allowed each other all the kisses they had held back before. And his mind went to the day in his office. “Do you like the beach?” He asked her against her lips. “I was never here when I came to Luskentyre. I stopped way down the road.” “I imagined, loads of people do that.” He kissed her again “But see those dunes?” He pointed out with his finger “we can walk on the sand around them and we reach a lovely spot that gives you an incredible view of Luskentyre.” She knitted her hands in his hair “No comments about my swimsuit?” Rowan grinned “The very limited piece of clothing you are wearing? Is that what you call it?” He played jealous for a bit “I hope you remember how to perform CPR because I will need it soon.”

A bit of distance away Aedion and Lysandra were having an intimate moment as well. “I have a feeling those two are going to disappear soon for a quickie.” Lysandra laughed and shook his head “They don’t do that.” “Well, their faces tell otherwise.” He replied. “They haven’t reached that stage yet.” And this time Aedion looked at his girlfriend in shock “They just kiss and hold hands. And apparently they only started kissing a few days ago.” “Lys, those are not kisses of someone who just started dating. That’s the kind of kiss I give you when you, I don’t know dress up with you amazing skirts.” “They are not even dating.” And now Aedion was stunned. “According to what Aelin said they did not put a label yet on their relationship. They are just taking it slowly.” “Uhm…” “But I have a plan.” She whispered “I was talking to Rowan at dinner and I did manage to find out the name of the cottage. I phoned them and found out that for their bedroom he had asked for two separate beds. I phoned back and told them there had been a mistake and that we needed two double bedrooms.” “You are wicked.” “I am just helping them. Aelin is happy and he is madly in love. They both are.” “Wicked, wicked woman.” He kissed her deeply.

It was forty minutes later when Rowan began being paranoid and gathering everyone back to the car. They quickly stopped at Scarista Mhor for some pictures and fifteen minutes later they were in Leverburgh for their ferry with still fifty minutes to spare and Rowan muttering that they had cut it quite too close for comfort. Once on the ferry, Aelin was disappointed that she was not allowed to leave the car. An hour later the ferry came to a halt and docked on Berneray, a little island that acted as arrival point and was connected to North Uist via a causeway. Once off the boat, Rowan pulled over to formulate a plan “Our cottage is twenty minutes away. What we can do is go there, check-in, dump our stuff and eat something. Then we can drive back here and spend sometime here on Berneray. On the way back we can go to Lochmaddy, buy some provisions for food and drive back to the cottage and relax for the rest of the day down at the beach and our ladies can even try and swim.” “Guys?” Asked Aelin turning her head to look at the back of the car. “I am good with anything as long as we get out of this car.” Rowan laughed “Fine, let’s go and dump our stuff and get settled down. Once that is out of the way we can finally start enjoy our holiday.” Aelin sat back and pulled her sunglasses down “Punch it!”

The cottage was in the most perfect location ever imagined. Lysandra and Aelin got off the car and had been staring at the views for a few minutes now. “Why bother going back to London? They need doctors here, right?” Aelin laughed and took her friend’s hand. She would have to tell her friend that she was not going back and she hoped Lysandra would understand.

Ten minutes later they were carrying the bags into the cottage and Aelin was impressed by Rowan’s good taste. The place was incredible. She saw him walk to what she suspected was their bedroom, but he was paralysed on the door. “Buzzard, you are supposed to go in.” Rowan turned and pointed at the bed. “So what?” “It’s a double bed.” “Again, so what?’ “I asked for two separate beds.” “Why would you do that?” She asked almost shocked. “I just… you know… I thought that you…” he fumbled “that since we are keeping things relaxed might not want to share a bed with me.” Aelin laughed, she pushed him in and closed the door and then pushed him to the bed “You can be so adorable.” She kissed him and pushed him until the back of his legs hit the bed and he sat on it. Aelin promptly straddled him, her legs at each side of his hips “I am touched that you care so much about my virtue, but that ship has sailed a long time ago.” He flinched. “Ro,” she caressed his face “Nothing needs to happen until you want it too. We can cuddle, kiss and be naughty without going the full way. It doesn’t bother me.” “Aelin, I want to… you have no idea.” He admitted staring into her eyes. “It’s just that….” how was he going to explain his feelings without sounding like a lunatic “I am an old fashioned idiot.” He blurted out “I only had sex with Lyria. I am the kind of guy who believes in joining that way actually means something. And I want to wait because for me it means commitment. And it doesn’t mean I am not interested in committing to you, because I am all in.” She left him talk, let him expose his raw emotions “We have just started this. Making love to the person I love means a lot to me. I am weird that way.” And he rolled his eyes, but when he looked at Aelin he noticed she had tears in her eyes “Are you crying because I am a pathetic fool?” Aelin kissed him trying to show him all the love she had for him “You are not pathetic. You are wonderful and I love you so much that my heart is about to explode.” She kissed him again. “And I love your old fashioned idea. I really do.” Another kiss “You are my weirdo. And just so you know… I am all in as well. To whatever end, remember?” He nodded slowly and lay down on the bed pulling her with him. “But I still want to kiss every centimetre of you.” She leaned over for another kiss. “Permission granted.” He replied sealing the kiss.

Twenty minutes later the four of them were at the tiny car park at that would give them access to Berneray beach. Aedion and Rowan collected the backpack and the two women again ran away ignoring everyone. “We have been reduced to carrying backpacks apparently.” Luckily, Rowan had convinced Aelin to put her stuff in his backpack. “Aelin kept her swimsuit on and she told me she is adamant she will swim.” “Lysandra was the same.” “No chance they got lost right?” Aedion was worried. Rowan laughed “Aelin smells beaches like a bloodhound. They are probably in the water already and the clothes will be all scattered again.” A couple of minutes later they reached the beach and as Rowan predicted the women’s clothes created a trail along the sands and both Lysandra and Aelin were already in the water swimming and playing. “Ach well,” said Rowan and removed his t-shirt leaving him in his swimming shorts. Aedion followed and they joined their women. As soon as they approached both Aelin and Lysandra began making appreciation sounds. Rowan too off to a run and jumped in the water and reappeared in front of Aelin. She looked up and heat spread to her special place. His shorts, now wet, hugged his shapes and her mind began wandering to very dangerous places. His hair was wet and clinging to his face. With a swift gesture he pulled it back and Aelin agreed with Lysandra’s comment. Rowan was sex on two legs. He closed the distance and pulled her in the water and in an instant she was kissing him, forcing herself to keep her hands at bay. “Let’s swim a bit. The water is gorgeous.” Aelin nodded and realised that Rowan was in his element. “Just don’t laugh.” “Why would I laugh?” He asked her pulling her to him again. “You are a professional swimmer. You probably look awesome and perfect while swimming. I don’t. I do breaststroke and I look like an idiot.” Rowan laughed “I don’t care how you swim.” He turned and took two powerful front crawl strokes and Aelin’s mouth fell open. It was a beautiful scene to watch him break the water with experienced perfection. She gained some courage and started swimming towards him and felt like a fish with clumsiness problems. In front of her Rowan stopped and swan back to her. “You are doing it wrong.” He stretched and showed her how to do it correctly. Then he placed his hands under her belly holding her up and she repeated the motions under his instructions. “Better.” He told her “It can be a tricky one to master. It requires coordination or you end up using more energy than needed.” Lysandra and Aedion reached them a moment later. “Can we swim to the island in front of us?” Asked Aedion. “I can, not sure you guys.” Affirmed Rowan “I have done it in the past. But we need to make it there and back.” “I can’t” said Aelin looking at the distance. “Me neither.” Added Lysandra “we girls can stay here and play where it’s safe. You boys go and have fun and do macho things.” Aelin walked to Rowan preoccupied “Ro, I am worried.” She admitted, caressing his tattoo, brushing the surgical scar marring his otherwise perfect skin “What if your shoulder…” “I will be fine.” He placed his hands on her cheeks “I feel good about this.” She nodded and decided to trust him. “Just look after Aedion. He is a fish too but he is not an ex professional.” “Will do.” And he gave her one last kiss. Aedion kissed Lysandra and the two men were off. Lysandra and Aelin were suntanning on the beach when they noticed their two men on the beach of the island waving at them. They both stood and waved back. “I didn’t know Aedion could swim that well.” “He is no champion like Rowan but he is good. He swims regularly and he can cover quite a distance. I usually join him but after a while I just move to the shallow side of the pool and soak until he does his million laps.” An hour later the two men walked out of the water and both Aelin and Lysandra looked at them with appreciation. Aelin had never actually noted how attractive Aedion was. He was just a bit shorter than Rowan, but he had muscles too, and a nice and tanned skin. And his blond hair reached his shoulder. “He is putting muscles on. He has found this place in London where they do medieval sword fighting. He has joined it and he is learning to wield a sword.” “No way. I want to do it.” “Do what?” Said Rowan’s voice in front of her. “Aedion has joined a group to learn medieval sword fighting.. It’s so cool.” “It is pretty awesome.” The man added shaking his wet hair all over Lysandra. “The idea of you with a sword is terrifying.” Rowan added while leaning on the beach towel at her side. In response she poked his sides finding nothing but hard muscles. “How was the swim?” “Gorgeous.” Replied Rowan brushing his hand through her wet hair. “It was incredible. I agree. Never swan in such pristine waters.” Once they were all dry they went back to the car and drove the twenty minutes needed to get to Lochmaddy. In the village they bought food at the local supermarket. On their way back, Aelin was staring at the landscape when she noticed and bed and breakfast and told Rowan to stop the car. The place was called Rowan Tree and she pulled him out of the car and forced him to take a photo in front of the sign. They got back to the cottage that it was almost dinner time and Lysandra kept telling everyone that she could not believe how bright it was. In their bedroom Aelin complained she needed a shower to remove the salt from her skin. She almost suggested Rowan to join her but then realised that naked in the shower could lead to other stuff and she wanted to respect Rowan’s desire. So they took turns and in the end she was glad she has the shower for herself so she could look after herself and reach the release that had been building up for a while now. The four of them had dinner together, cooked again by Rowan, and after their meal they decided to spend the evening the two couples each to their own. Rowan took Aelin down to the beach in front of their cottage. They found a nice spot with incredible views and they sat down, Aelin as usual between Rowan’s legs with her back to his chest. “You shoulder is bugging you.” She told him. She had noticed his grimaces of pain. He denied it. “Ro, the swim today was a bad idea.” He shook his head “I just have to retrain the muscles. I will be fine.” She huffed “well, tomorrow I am driving. You can be the navigator but I am driving.” “Driving is not an issue.” “Buzzard, you have this discussion with Lysandra. She is an orthopaedic surgeon. Be my guest.” He yielded “Fine, you drive, but you listen to me.” She leaned back her head and begged for a kiss “Of course.” They sat in silence until Rowan noticed she was humming Every River from Runrig and kissed her neck. “You are humming one of my favourite songs.” His arms tightened around her “It makes me think of us.” She kept humming. “All the ways of my life, I’d rather be with you. There is no way, without you.” He sang to her “or the second verse that says but you came to me like the way of children, simple as breathing, easy as air. This is you.” “It’s such a beautiful love song.” She felt him nod. They stayed on the beach a little while longer but at the first yawn, Rowan dragged her back to their room. Aelin reappeared in her Cookie Monster pyjama and Rowan smiled, then she climbed in bed with him. “I am the little spoon,” she ordered. He pulled her down and wrapped his arms around her pulling her body to his and burying his chin in the crook of her neck. “Another thing…” she grabbed his hands and moved them to her breasts “these, they camp here.” Rowan gave them a little squeeze “Oidhche mhath, mo chridhe.” “Whatever you just said.”

The next morning, Rowan had everything ready with the precision of a military officer getting ready for a mission. He made breakfast, prepared their lunches and filled their water bottles. His and Aelin’s backpack was all ready with all they needed. From fresh beach towels, to a hat, sunscreen a hat, sunglasses and his hoodie for Aelin in the off-chance the weather turned. He was pleased to see that Aedion was just as ready as him. “He is an ex-military brat. You two would get along.” Commented a sleepy Lysandra. “If we let things to you and Aelin we would be in bed till three in the afternoon and spend the rest of the day at home.” Rowan hid a laugh. He liked Aedion. “Ok troops, let’s march.” And while Lysandra was sleepy, Aelin was live and alert. In Rowan’s arms she had the best sleep in her entire life. They reached the car and Aelin took the wheel. “Why are you driving?” Lysandra sounded almost worried. “Rowan’s shoulder needs some rest.” “I noticed you seemed to have issues with it yesterday.” Lysandra added, with the eye of someone who did that for a living. “Old injury.” He flinched. Aelin took his hand and squeezed it. “I had a gym accident and suffered a complete tear of the rotator cuff. The tendons came off the bone.” “That’s a nasty one. What kind of surgery they did on you?” “They had to go for an open repair. The tear was far too big for an arthroscopic one.” He explained. “I have repaired quite a few of that type of injury. Rehab can be a bitch.” “Ro, just let me know where to go by the way.” “You are fine, keep driving, I’ll tell you when to turn.” She drove a bit longer “When we pass Clachan drive for a little longer the turn right at the first junction you see.” She did exactly that. “Now keep going until you reach the causeway and cross it. On the causeway the women were squealing. They had white sands on one side and blue waters and they had no idea where to look. Rowan pushed Aelin’s face “you look on the road, Fireheart.” “These roads are really small…” said Lysandra with apprehensive tone. “Now just follow the main road. Eventually it will finish and we will reach a farm.” They eventually reached their destination and Rowan gave her a kiss as a prize. For half an hour they wandered around the extensive white sands until Rowan called them back to order telling them that it was time for the main attraction of the day. Aelin tried to coerce a bit more info out of him but he refused. They were back in the car and Aelin kept driving under Rowan’s instructions “We are about to leave North Uist and go onto Benbecula, a very interested island joined to North and South Uist by Causeways and the whole island is pockmarked by lochs. It’s something quite spectacular.” Once they reached the second causeway Aelin stopped the car and very quickly she and Lysandra took some pictures. Back in the car an angry Rowan waited for her “You are not supposed to do that. That was a very dangerous manoeuvre.” “It was for a moment and there was no one coming anyway.” “That was a stupid thing to do. End of of the discussion. Now keep driving and at the junction there is a sign. Follow for Eiliean Fhloddaidh.” “The what?” She asked feeling stupid all of a sudden. “Just turn left at the junction, please.” His tone had a thick layer of annoyance. “Keep driving, pass the causeway and drive until you find the car park.” Five minutes later they arrived at destination, Aelin got off the car and slammed the door with a bit too much force. Rowan glared at her. Then grabbed her hand “Let’s go.” The four of them walked in silence for a little bit longer until Aelin spotted something moving on the rock “Are that…” “They are seals…” added Rowan with a big grin. “No screaming, you two. No touching, especially if there are pups. We keep our distance and admire them in silence.” They quietly moved closer and Aelin started squeezing Rowan’s hand “They are seals…” she whispered “They are adorable.” She looked at Lysandra and noted that her friend was in the same state of amazement as her. Rowan took out his camera and with the expertise of someone who had done it plenty of times he got closer without scaring away the animals. A moment later he noticed Aelin at his side. Her arms around his waist and her eyes full of joy and surprise. He took a picture of her while she was admiring the seals. It took him and Aedion a bit of time to convince their women they could not spend the day there and they had to keep going. They stopped again at another stunning location just after the causeway leading to South Uist, they had a quick coffee break in a lovely cafe then the two women did some shopping in two crafts shops. The second one was a place specialising in Hebridean jewellery and Rowan bought Aelin a simple necklace with a pendant as blue as her eyes and all the waters of the beaches she loved so much. Slowly they made their way south and Rowan had them stop at some archaeological sites. Aelin hugged a few more standing stones until they finally reached the pier in front of the causeway to Eriskay which Rowan explained was were they meant to go the following day to take the ferry to Barra. By the time they got back to the cottage they were all exhausted and after a nice meal, they all went to bed ready for their new adventure the following day.

The next morning was another early start as they were planning catching the first ferry out to Barra. Rowan had stated that he was the one to drive because he knew the road and they had a time issue at hand. Aelin yielded and let him drive. They reached their ferry in time and forty minutes later they docked in Ardmhor on the isle of Barra. Rowan kept driving and told them that they were going to a fun place. Aelin noticed the huge beach appearing in front of them and was ready for some excitement. Until Rowan parked in the small car park of what turned out to be an airport. Probably the smallest airport she had ever seen. “Let’s go.” Rowan took her hand and guided the group to a safe location. Aedion’s eyes were wide in surprise. “This is Barra airport. The only airport in the world where planes land on the sand.” Rowan checked something on his phone and Aelin was amazed how quickly he had learned how to use it. “A plane is due in, in half an hour.” They walked along what they discovered was called Traigh Mhor, which just meant Big beach. They all removed their shoes and walked in the water, until Rowan noticed the sound of a propeller plan approaching. Quickly they made their way to a safe spot, ready to admire the landing. “See the windsock? It means the airport is operating.” Rowan kept explaining “The runaways are under water at high tide so the schedule of the flights is very connected with the tides.” He moved the group off the beach while the plane was on its last leg of its approach. “Have you done this? Asked Aelin fascinated. Rowan nodded. “They only fly to Glasgow. And it can only operate by day.” Finally the plane landed and Aedion cheered “As an ex RAF pilot, this was awesome. I’d become a commercial pilot just to do this.” Rowan laughed. After the excitement, Rowan drove them all the way north to the top of Barra, and then they made their way back down and Aelin realised that Barra had one main road that was basically a circular around the island. Rowan took them to a few short walks until they eventually reached Castlebay, the main and only town on the island. They had lunch in one of the cozy cafes and in the afternoon they took a boat out to Kisimul castle. Back in town Aelin discovered a place that made toffee and she stocked up for life and Rowan made fun of her and her obsession for super sweet stuff. And to finish off the day Rowan took them to the gin distillery and they had a tour and Aedion bought two bottles for himself. Eventually they made it back home ending another long perfect day. Aelin was on the bed waiting for Rowan to come out of the shower and was flipping through the photos on his camera. “You took a lot of photo of me.” She said when he reappeared in his shorts and t-shirt ready for bed. He leaned forward and kissed her “I have seen these places a few times already. You are my favourite subject.” She put the camera down and a moment later he was hovering above her, caging her head between his arms, his head right above hers. He lowered himself and kissed her and Aelin moaned at the feeling of his body pressed on hers. Her kiss deepened and her legs locked around his lower back pushing his pelvis closer to her body. His hands traced her sides, sliding her t-shirt upward, exposing her breasts. The previous night they had gone a bit further in their cuddling and he had taken very seriously the idea of worshipping her girls. His mouth found its target and Aelin arched her back when his tongue flicked her hard peaks. Her hands fisted in his hair and pushed him even closer. And when his hand landed between her legs she had to restrain herself from a loud moan. His hand never actually touched skin but she was positive he could feel how wet she was. She could imagine his smirk, if it wasn’t that his face was buried in her chest doing wonderful despicable things. His hand sneaked under her shorts and stayed on top of her knickers. But the fabric was so thin that she could have been naked. His finger started rubbing in the exact spot where she wanted him and a shiver ran down her spine. Her back arched again, trying to find friction against his finger. She heard Rowan chuckle against her bare skin and his mouth sent her reeling. Damn, the man had skills. Eventually release came and Aelin had to bury her face against his shoulder to muffle the scream of undiluted pleasure that rippled through her. She felt her body shake and almost whimpered as she rode her high. Eventually she melted on the bed, Rowan lowered her t-shirt and took his place at her side, giving her a huge grin “I guess you will sleep very well tonight.” And that she did.

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When You Take Care of Each Other

Part 4

Summary: It’s not easy being the King of Gotham’s girl. Perhaps a month after the last chapter.

Warning: Angst, Nudity, Blink its Knife!Play

Today was perfect! The sun was out, Alexis told you how the weather was going to be perfect. You had awoken before Roman, so you had decided to let him sleep in a little longer.

Fluttering off you got ready. You took a leisurely shower. Smoothed on one of your new lotions and perfumed. With a bounce in your step, you went down to check on the picnic the chef downstairs was preparing for the two of you. Roman, had promised you and him would have all of Sunday together. Well, to be honest the two of did whatever the two of you could, to enjoy a Sunday.

It was the one day where Roman wasn’t the king of Gotham. He didn’t wear his usual gloves since he only spent his time with you, nor did he have a knife hidden in a pocket incase he needed. Despite loving, and you did mean love his suits he usually dressed down on Sundays too.

It was just you and him. It gave the two of you to just explore more of each other. Sometimes that meant just staying in bed till afternoon. Other times, you would lounge and watch old movies other times you’d put on some music to dance to and drink and see you would win at pool.

Today, it was the picnic on the good side of Gotham’s rather rocky beach. Perhaps taking a boat and enjoying the one small manageable inlet of water. Last time, you laid there letting the water just lap at the boat and you made out like a pair of giggling teenagers. Right, now this Sunday was incredibly needed. You had been working steadily and had had a lot of deadlines this week. While Roman had a few shipments he had overseen.

So now you fluttered the rest of the early morning away. You had even done something beside wearing a sweet pretty sundress, you braided your hair. Roman had never seen you in a braid. Also under the dress you slipped on a bikini if the water was warm enough maybe you could stick your toe into it. At the very least, you could show off your new bikini to Roman. You felt light and cute.

Plopping into Roman favorite place to perch at times, you lounged there eyeing the time, debating whether you should finally wake him up. Last night at the club had been a little rough.

So...you mused but then a smile spread across your face when you heard the shower. You wiggled in sheer delight. You’d let him get ready. You did however, bring the picnic basket closer to the elevator.

Plopping back down, you finally sent a message to Zsasz.

To V. Zsasz: Rommmmmy! Is finally awake and showering! 😁😁 Are you joining to keep an eye on Roman or will we be by ourselves? 🤞🏻🤞🏻

You had accepted that he had to come. He’d be nose deep and disappear into a gun manual or yet another manual on how to win faster at poker whenever you and Roman reached your destination if it was that kind of Sunday.

V.Zsasz: There has been a change of plans??

To V.Zsasz: The weather is great! The sun is out! 🌞 The picnic is ready to go! 😌I made sure the chef made something yummy for you in case you were joining!

V.Zsasz: Oh...

To V.Zsasz: 🤔 What??

V. Zsasz: ....(it took a few moments.) Talk to Rommy...fuck...I mean Roman.

You felt knots form in your stomach. Not the good ones. You didn’t even giggle at Zsasz’s mistype.

To V.Zsasz: Ok. 👍🏻

You put your phone and taking a breath, you began to walk back towards the bedroom. You stopped half-way, you heard the familiar sound Roman’s footfalls made when he was in his spats or otherwise the shoes he would wear with a suit, not for a day at a rocky beach other a small boat.

You watched as he turned to walk into sitting area, it was too elegant to be down graded to be labeled a living room. He was looking for you.

He was dressed in one of his very smart, flawless suits that usually made your heart skip a beat. It would have right now if it wasn’t already sinking. Looking down you saw that he had already slipped on an equally elegant and matching gloves.

You knew that it meant Sunday no longer belonged to the two of you. You would be sharing Roman with Gotham.

“Babygirl?” You could barely hear him say in the silent penthouse.

You walked over and tried to give him a brave face. “I’m right here.” You managed to croak out.

He turned sharply like only he could do. A smile he used to sometimes charm or apologize to you was across his face. It wasn’t the one he used in business but it did little to help. At least he knew. You saw it falter and fall.

“Oh baby. Look at you.” He softly cooed, his gloved hands came up and cupped your cheeks.

You turned away, partially because you were exceedingly saddened and partially because you didn’t want him to see just how upset you were. You did know how important business was but you didn’t have to be happy or pleased.

“Baby, come now. You know, I am not happy about this.”

Your eyes prickled and you looked at him. “Do I?”

“That’s not fair.”

“I wasn’t asking for fair, I never have. I just wanted a sliver of you. Of time where its just us.” You said, you were shocked you didn’t cry. Inside you felt shaky.

He pressed his lips together. “I warned you.” His voice rose.

“I know.” You sighed and just slumped. “I know, I just...”

He let go of your cheeks and gestured to you. “You look incredibly sweet. Hey, this is new!” He reached and tugged at the braid. You gave him a weak smile.

The elevator dinged, hearing steps come out you knew it could only be Zsasz. You swallowed.

“I..I wanted to look special.”

“You do.”

“Boss, we gotta go.” Zsasz said once closer.

Annoyance and irritation filled you. Whenever, Victor rushed Roman in front of you it made you feel cheap. You felt like one of bimbos that are just around to fuck and occasionally distract their men from their real lives.

“Victor, you could have waited.”

You cut Roman off. “Go. Whoever is waiting. I don’t want issues to arrive because of me.”

You tugged at your hair tie and began undoing the braid. You walked away, not paying attention to the direction but away from Roman and Zsasz.

“Y/N, you know...”

You turned. “I know what he means.”

He closed the distance, a for a moment you thought your raising annoyance had pushed him too far. “Come ‘ere give me a kiss for good luck.”

When you realized you didn’t you pressed your lips together and pressed a kiss on his cheek. The scent of him, his cologne almost mad you cry.

“That’s my baby.” His eyes met yours but you looked away. A sigh came from him. “Look, go do something. Shopping. Maybe the spa. In order to hold onto all of this,” He made a fist. “Those fuckers steal my Sunday.”

“Ok.” You replied flatly. You knew he was right but sometimes, it really bothered you. “See you later.”

“Y/N?” You looked, annoyance was splashed across his face. “Fucking, fuck!” He exclaimed before turning and walking towards the elevator. “Don’t say a fucking word, Victor.”

******

Roman, sat in the back seat of the Royals Royce. Opening and closing his knife. Zsasz, thankfully and remained fucking quiet. Why did those fuckers have to steal this fucking shipment, like this particular one. Also why on fucking Sunday. Didn’t anyone want a fucking day off.

However, what the fuck. Today would have been an absolutely brilliant day. You looked so delightful. Like an amazing mix of lovely and cute, in only you could do. He had almost said fuck it, the shipment wasn’t that huge. But no, those fuckers had to pay. You don’t fucking steal from Roman Sionis!

*****

“So, I think she is just his fuck toy.” One girl screeched.

“What makes you think that?” The other one sounding bored replied.

“You never see them dancing or even touching!”

“He probably just fucks her in the dark.”

Giggles came from both of them.

You were seething.

“If I had him, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. I’d take care of him all the time.”

“Sure, is that in between the face peelings or his voilent outbursts at the club.”

Both burst into giggles.

You had enough, you stormed out letting the door to the dressing-room swing back with a clang.

“Take me back to the penthouse.” You told Tattoo.

*****

Once up in the penthouse, you opened the picnic basket and grabbed one needed to be in the refrigerator. After that, you took the bottle of wine.

Halfway to the bedroom, you pulled out the cork. You took a few hearty gulps. You stopped and grabbed your book from the sitting area. You took a few more swigs from the bottle as you settled on your side of the bed and opened your book.

*****

“You fucking fucks! What made you think you could steal my shipment!” He bellowed at the three men who were bloodied and tied to chairs. “Who employed you?”

The one guy started sputtering, I guess the last blow to his face had woken him up.

“Victor, I think the man finally has something to say. Let’s take the duck tape off.”

“Please don’t hurt me, I..I..” The man’s voice cracked.

“Look just fucking talk.” Roman moved his knife from one hand to another.

The man swallowed before looking at the others. “He’ll rip us apart or work have us ripped apart.”

Roman sighed. “Seriously? Give me a straight fucking answer.” He bellowed.

******

You were giggling through your mystery when you realized that you were a few gulps away from finishing the bottle of wine. So you did.

Rolling over, you rolled onto Roman’s side of the bed. The scent of his cologne enveloped you. Your heart sank lower. But rolling again and on wobbly feet you found yourself at one of his private bars, smiling you popped open a bottle of champagne.

You put the bottle on Roman’s nightstand. It was a sight that made you giggle. Stretching, and reached under the dress and managed to keep the dress in place but took off bikini. You tossed them onto a chair that sat in one corner. Laying back on your tummy you continued to read from your book.

*****

“Fucking Killer fucking Croc!” He bellowed in the back seat. “My Sunday was ruined because of Killer Croc. Cut his power supplies. He needs to fucking suffer.”

*****

Roman was fuming as he paced in the elevator. When, the doors opened he saw the basket was still here. He shed his gloves, and dropped them down the chute.

“Baby?” He called out.

As he continued to look, he undid his suit jacket and pulled his shirt from his slacks. “There you are!” He said happily.

You barely looked over.

“Baby! I’m home. Finally!”

“Welcome home.” You giggled but then went back to your book.

“You will never believe who almost ruined our Sunday.” He tossed his suit jacket onto the chair and stopped. He picked up your bikini. “What is this?”

You looked over again and giggled. “That’s my bikini.” You sighed. “I wanted to strip dress off for you to show you but oooh well.”

There was something a little off with you. “Baby? What’s going on?”

You giggled and kept on looking at your book.

He grabbed your ankle. You wiggled free and giggled. That’s when he saw it. An empty bottle of wine. “Did you drink all of that bottle?”

“Maybe.” You replied but didn’t look over at him.

“Are you going to talk to me? Don’t you want me to tell you what happened?”

You shrugged.

Exasperated and losing his patience over your bratty act, wrapping his fingers around your ankles he pulled you to him. A yelp came from your lips, he smiled when you finally did look back at him. “You are being awfully bratty!”

He finally said. Reaching up, he brushed side your summer dress. “Oh, well look at you!” He exclaimed.

His eyes fell over your delightfully curvy and soft ass, but he didn’t wait long, he gave you a resounding smack. You yelped again and jolted in his grasp. Enjoying the response he did it again.

He may have been annoyed if not a bit angry over his day being ruined and dealing with you when you acted like this, you still were everything he wanted and he wanted you.

As you still were grasping for a breath. He flipped you over. Brushing your hair aside, your eyes burned as you looked him. “What?” He asked dryly as he pulled closer.

When the dressed you were wearing stopped you from getting closer, he took matters into his own hands and slipping his hand into his slacks pocket he took out one of his knives.

“Roman?” Your voice was the clearest since he came home.

Placing a knee between your legs, he grabbed a handful of the dress and in a few moves it was slack after settling back on your body. He shook his head, still kneeling there between you legs.

Silently, you looked at each other as he tossed his closed knife away. Leaning down on one hand he drew close.

“Are you going to stop being a brat now?” He went in for a kiss, you moved your face aside and pushed at him. He pulled back. “Yes?” He rose his eyebrows.

You were breathless. “That was a new dress.”

“Yeah, and I’ll take you shopping and get you another dress.”

“I liked it.”

“I’ll buy the same one.” He sighed. “You did look good in it. Can I have a kiss now?” He rose an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

He relaxed as he kissed you, gently moving against you loving how soft you were. You broke the kiss, feeling a little exasperated. He wasn’t used you being this bratty. He leaned back on his knee that still rested between your legs.

“You’re very hard.” You finally spoke.

Your sudden interest confused him. “I am.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You’re very good at having this effect on me.” He smirked, he reaching he placed your hand against it, pressing your hand against it, a deep sound came from his chest.

“Why do you barely touch me downstairs?”

He thought about. “I wrap my arms around you from time to time or lay a hand on these.” He let his fingers graze your thigh brushing aside the material that had once been a dress.

“You barely kiss me. You hug and schmooze the guests more then me.”

“I need to schmooze them, they are fucking business.” He was not used and had never enjoyed having his actions questioned. “No one in Gotham needs to know how we kiss or how I am when I’m between your legs.”

“I suppose your right. I wouldn’t want those kind of pictures splashed everywhere.”

He nodded and sat back. “Exactly! You are mine. I don’t want to share you with all of them.”

With a breath, he was over you once again. “Now listen when you sit beside me,” He trailed his nose along your hair line. He loved how you smelled. “There is nothing I’d love more then slipping my fingers up and seeing how wet you are.” He whispered in your ear, he smiled when he felt your fingers in his hair.

He turned and looked at you.

“Kiss me.”

Your lips met then.

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