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I’m Sorry
An Alfie Solomons X Freya(FemOC)One-Shot
A/N: Hello everyone I know I have ghosted for a while just school and other things have happened lately good and bad really. But enough said but here is a lovely lovely One-Shot that I had the honor with working with my bestie and lovely @i-love-th-characters1. We thought of this story out of nowhere and we decided to make Alfie be such a brute because we thought that Alfie never really apologizes so we decided to make this tale of him and we are very proud to share this short and yet long one shot of the lovely King of Camden Town and his beautiful Scandinavian. Gypsy Freya(our very own OC). Romance, Friendship, etc is presented before your eyes and I hope you all enjoy this as much as me and I-love had such a fun and brainstorming time to bring this to life. Without further ado please as always enjoy, Reblog, Comment, and thank you all for being around I appreciate it every single one of you.
Summary: ”I'm Sorry."
Two words that she never thought she would hear from the man in front of her. If she's honest, she did look at him like he had 3 heads. Silence took over as they both stared at each other, wondering who would break it as his apology lingered between them.
WARNING 18+: Fem is a Virgin, Lit SMUT, Cussing, Mentions of Alcohol, & Lots Fluff
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The old grandfather clock chimed throughout the small hallway indicating that it was past 10 o'clock at night. Freya was peacefully sitting on the red velvet couch facing the small chimney fireplace. While in her hands she continued to read a book that she got from one of the bookshelves. Cyril was lying next to her feet on the floor while the smooth breeze of the ocean outside the window came inside the lit-up living room. Freya let out a low sigh placing the closed book on top of her lap feeling uneasy about Alfie not arriving home yet.
“Where could he be, it’s getting late?” she said out loud resting her back against the head of the couch hearing the crackling sound of the fireplace continuing to burn.
Feeling like time was going slow for Freya, Sophia, their young maid, appeared inside the living room making Cyril lift his head up from his nap.
“Would you like me to get you anything else for tonight Mrs. Solomons?” the young girl asked while picking up the silver tray from the small brown table in front of Freya.
“No, I’m quite alright now, Sophia thank you. It's best you head home. I'm still waiting for Alfie to arrive from his workplace. Don’t you worry about me, I can take care of the rest of the house. You have done a lot today which I appreciate very much and so does Alfie but enough said. Oh, and yes, your payment for this week's salary I’ll get that right away for you my dear. I’ll be right back,” Freya said, walking her way out of the living room to head to Alfie’s office, while Sophia put away the tea tray in the kitchen area.
A few minutes later Freya returned with the young woman’s payment in her hands, she saw Sophia giving cuddles and scratches to the big Bullmastiff. She smiled at the site while the big dog lay on his back enjoying the amount of attention he was getting from the young housemaid.
“Silly Cyril you, now come on then off to bed with you. Go on shoo, shoo,” Freya clapped commanding the big brown mutt to go away but was not listening.
“Hehe, seems he doesn't want to go to bed just yet, but I must go now Cyril I’ll see you tomorrow you sweet dog,” Sophia cooed raising herself on her feet smoothing out her white shirt dress.
“Here you go love,” Freya said handing over the young woman’s money as she continued speaking, “We’ll see you at the same hour in the morning as always, you walk safely back home now. Goodnight Sophia.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Solomons, and I’ll be here at 7 in the morning sharp like I always do. And it is a pleasure to serve you and Mr. Solomon-.”
The front door suddenly burst open making both women jump back in fright, noticing Alfie angrily mumbling some words under his breath. Both Sophia and Freya couldn't quite catch what he was saying, as he shut the door with force.
“Fuckin’ hell can tonight be something more difficult than the other nights,” Alfie loudly said walking his way towards his office room not noticing the girl's presence who have been seeing his small tantrum all this time.
“Umm, well then that means he didn’t have a good day at work I suppose. I apologize for my husband's behavior Sophia, he really isn't like this every night believe me. Anyways again goodnight dear, until the morning,” said Freya, opening the door for Sophia feeling embarrassed on the inside from Alfie’s actions.
After Sophia left the house, Freya with a small temper growing from inside, quickly walked her way toward her husband's private office. Cyril followed right behind as she opened the door with ferocity, seeing his back facing her way.
“What the fuck is the matter with you, Alfie? Have you gone out of your mind coming back home with that temperament?” Freya questioned, closing the door behind her and crossing her arms in front of her chest glaring her eyes directed at him.
“So fuckin’ what, eh? I can act whatever way I want, yea, you won’ understand the amount of shit I went through today,” he said, forwarding himself on his knuckles on top of his desk, letting out a big frustrated sigh.
Freya let out a slow sigh trying her best to steady her breathing, wanting to try and communicate with her loving husband. She felt her body relax until she talked to Alfie once again.
“Alfie, talk to me, you know you can always tell me what is wrong,” Freya said, placing a gentle hand on top of his left shoulder but he shoved her hand away from him startling her with fright.
“Why would you fuckin’ care about what happened to me at the job today, it's business that you won’t understand. And now you here telling me ‘what is wrong,’ like if talkin’ will make me feel better,” he said giving a menacing look at his wife, Freya felt chills forming through her body appalled by how Alfie was raising his voice at her.
“Are you listening to yourself, Alfie?” Freya now had her voice raised while her hands turned into tight fists as she continued on speaking, “What is the matter with you, how dare you're raising your voice at me when it isn’t my fault you had a terrible day at work. And you're standing here taking your anger out on me. Who by the way is your wife? Who wants to try and understand what the hell caused you to act like this.”
“Do me a favor, my dear yea? Why don’ you just leave me alone and shut your goddamn mouth and instead you can fuck off from my site yea! You're makin’ my damn head hurt more just by looking at your face,” he said breathing heavily in and out from his nostrils, Freya stayed silent feeling as though a sharp knife stabbed through her heart.
Not wanting to stay any longer Freya angrily walked out of Alfie’s private office, shutting the brown door with a loud bang. She leaned her back against the wooden door placing her hands over her eyes and letting out a small quiet whimper. She felt tears forming through her dark hazel eyes, inhaling a long breath of air as she walked her way through the small hallway. She grabbed a long black scarf from the coat hanger and wrapped the material around her shoulders. Freya made her way out of her house without a care in the world, as some thunder was heard in the far distance. Indicating that a storm was coming in but that didn’t stop her from walking her way to who knows where. Back inside the house, Alfie took out a bottle of whiskey from a side drawer of his desk. Before opening the cap, he stared at the bottle for a moment until he saw Freya’s face.
Realizing what he did and said to her was incredibly wrong and inside his soul, he was regretting it ever so much. Grabbing the whiskey bottle with his right hand he frustratingly threw it across the room, making a big splatter spot on the wall. Along with the pieces of glass shattered throughout the floor as he let himself fall on top of his armchair. Tilting his head back looking up at nothing else but the ceiling, exhaling a long sigh while he had his eyes closed.
What the fuck did I just do… I’m such a fuckin’ idiot…
Alfie walked his way out of his office room, walking through the hallway towards the stairs that led up to the second floor. Cyril walked alongside him making their way up wanting to apologize to her for acting such a dick towards her knowing that his anger got the best of him. Alfie reached the bedroom door and before going inside he softly knocked on it.
“Freya… sweetheart, I’m… forgive me for screaming at you. I… I don’t know what came over me,” Alfie said, letting out a disappointed sigh and placing his right hand on the doorknob making his way slowly inside the room.
But to his shock, she was nowhere to be found inside but only their empty bed and a small table lamp on the other side of the room. Alfie panicked feeling his heart racing out of control, as he walked his way back down the first floor.
“Freya. Freya, where are you?” he called out looking from one room to the other, not finding any trace of her whereabouts.
Alfie started to become more agitated after failing to find her in every part of the house thinking about where she could be or run off to. Alfie caressed his fingers through his short brown locks, letting out another irritated sigh. Wondering where Freya could have gone too and somewhere he and she would know to go when they wanted to clear their heads out. That's when it suddenly hit him where exactly Freya could have gone to.
The old stone bridge… she must have gone there…
Alfie didn't wait another minute to pass by and made his way out of the house, leaving Cyril all alone in the house. Outside the dark chilly night, it started pouring small drops of rain as Alfie walked his way towards the path that leads to the old bridge. Where they met for the first time when they were in their adolescent years. He only hoped and prayed that Freya made it there safely the rain however only continued to come down heavily.
This is all my fault…my own damn fucking guilt…
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14 Years Ago: Somewhere In Camden Town
"Follow the path, Cyril. You know better." A young Alfie told his then puppy.
The pup happily sniffed and walked along the path again, a path he and Alfie took for their afternoon walks for a few months now. It was all very familiar to both boys. Today was no different, or at least, it wasn't supposed to be. Yet, their ears picked up on something.
"Stop." Alfie whispered to his pup who stayed in place in front of him, waiting for his owner to be closer.
Looking around, Alfie couldn't place where the sudden singing was coming from. Not that he minded the joyous and raucous tune, but the path is known to be private, which is why he began walking Cyril here two months ago. Straining his sight again, he finally saw a figure under the old stone bridge.
A young woman, to be exact. She was dancing while singing. Her swaying movements and the unfamiliar tune was like a siren's song to the young man and his puppy. Neither even felt themselves starting to walk in her direction. Their feet simply had minds of their own. Slowly, they approached the young woman who hadn't seen or heard them yet. She was too busy dancing her heart out, the jingling of her many necklaces clinking against each other adding a different beat to the, what Alfie could tell was a, foreign song. He was in a trance as he watched her body move. Nothing provocative, nothing grand. She just seemed so free. Cyril looked up at his owner, wondering why he hadn't said anything yet if he liked seeing the girl dance so much. So, being the curious puppy he was, he happily barked.
The echoing noise immediately had the young woman stopping her movements and her song as she sharply inhaled, clearly startled as she looked towards the direction in which the bark came from.
"No, no, shh." Alfie told his dog as he tried to subdue the embarrassment he began to feel since he had gotten caught staring.
Instead of being able to control his puppy, Cyril barked again, and again, and again. His tail was wagging and his ears stood up halfway as he wondered why the girl wasn't singing or dancing anymore as she kept looking at them. Alfie wasn't sure what to do as he looked up from his dog. His eyes met the young woman's, and he could tell that she was either seconds from running away or she was too scared to move and was hoping they'd leave first. He knew one thing was for certain; neither parties moved from their spots as they simply stared at each other.
He could tell she wasn't from here. He had never seen her in the town, much less under the old bridge that he has been passing under daily for two months. He softly cleared his throat as he gave her a tiny nod, unsure of what to do as she kept looking at them. He wasn't sure if she'd do them both harm, though she didn't seem to be a bad person. Cyril, on the other hand, was still curious about this girl who seemed so free a moment ago and was now hesitant to leave the safety of the shadows of the bridge.
So, Cyril took matters into his own paws and sniffed the trail as he wandered over to where she was standing. He was surprised when Alfie didn't bother stopping him. Looking up at the girl who slowly looked down at him, Cyril barked, wagging his tail to let her know he was friendly. He sensed that she was being cautious, and the pup didn't blame her. He and his owner were strangers to her after all. He sat in place and softly whined, giving her the best puppy eyes that he could muster. Alfie took cautious steps towards the two, stopping just under the beginning of the bridge.
He watched her necklaces clink together as she slowly moved to kneel down in front of the puppy. Cyril immediately climbed into her lap, causing the young woman to seem taken back by the gentle action. The pup nudged one of her hands with his small nose, letting her know it was alright to pet him. Carefully, she very lightly patted his back, now curious about the tiny animal in her lap who seemed happy to see her. So she patted him again, and again, and again. Each time, she grew less afraid, less cautious, and soon, Alfie felt himself smiling as he watched her scratch Cyril on his belly which caused one of the pup's back legs to scratch the air.
He found her smile breathtaking, even if it was directed at his dog and not him.
"I…um, we're sorry for interrupting you." He said, noticing how her eyes were taking all of him in.
It made him feel too warm for his own comfort, but some tiny part of him deep down enjoyed the attention from this beautiful young woman.
She only gave him another smile, seeming confused as to what he was saying. Deciding to try and help the situation, Alfie carefully kneeled down in front of her and his pup, hoping she could tell that they're both friendly and meant her no harm.
"Cyril." He told her, pointing at the puppy.
She tilted her head slightly to the right, still seeming confused.
"Cy-ril." Alfie repeated, only slower this time so she could grasp the name.
She looked at the dog, slowly nodding. Though she didn't say anything, Alfie knew she understood. Suddenly, she was pointing at him, head tilting to the right again.
"I'm Alfie." He said, placing one of his hands on his chest.
Her eyebrows raised in confusion.
"Al-fie. Al-fie." He slowly repeated, being patient with her.
She gave him a slow nod, understanding that he was introducing himself.
"Alfie Solomons. I live here, in Camden. Do…Do you live here?" He asked, only to receive no answer.
They both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
"Freya," She softly spoke, copying him and placing one of her hands on her chest,
"Fre-ya." She said with a smile.
"Freya." He repeated the name, liking how it rolled off his tongue.
She happily nodded after he had said it. He stretched out his right hand towards her, watching as she looked at it with curiosity.
"You give me your left hand, and we shake 'em together. That's how you greet someone who you just met." He explained.
Freya still didn't understand, so he gently took her left hand in his right one. Very slowly, he shook hands with her, noticing that she seemed to be paying close attention.
"It's nice to meet you." He said, adding a slight smile for good measure.
He tried to let go of her hand, but she didn't want to let him go. She had never been so patiently dealt with by someone foreign to her. Alfie felt himself blushing as they just awkwardly kept holding hands, wondering why she would choose to keep holding on to him.
"Do you live here?" He asked her again, only to earn another head tilt.
"Um,"
His mind was racing as he thought of ways to gesture at a house or anything that resembled a home. Suddenly, an idea hit him as he spotted a small twig beside his leg. She let go of his hand as his other began picking up the twig. He did the best that he could to draw an outline of a house between them on the sand beneath their legs.
"Home?" He asked, motioning to his simple drawing.
All Freya did was curiously look at him before something visibly clicked within her. She pointed to the twig, and Alfie quickly gave it to her. He was so caught up in looking her over that he hadn't realized what she was doing. That is, until a voice was heard in the far distance.
"Freya!" A man's voice shouted.
Alfie watched as she happily turned around, looking towards where the voice came from. Turning again to face her new friend, she pointed behind her.
"Tata." She said with a smile.
Now it was Alfie's turn to give her a look of confusion, watching as she handed a snoozing Cyril to him before she carefully rose to her feet. He quickly followed, careful to not wake his puppy.
"Freya!" The man's voice shouted again, sounding slightly closer this time.
"Tata." The young woman repeated to Alfie who gave her a slow nod.
Then it clicked.
'Must be her father.' He thought as she gave him another smile.
"Home." She softly added as she tried her best to copy how he had pronounced the singular word, once again pointing in the same direction she had a moment ago.
"Oh, right, yeah. I best be headin' back myself.
"Home?" She asked with a curious expression, her words laced with happiness.
"Yes. My home is that way." He answered with a slight smile, pointing behind him, his thumb gesturing towards the path he and Cyril took.
"Jutro." She said with a look of hope.
Once again, he was confused.
"Jutro?" She asked instead, hoping it would make a difference.
"I…I don't understand." He softly explained, taking a step closer to her.
"Jutro…jutro." She slowly repeated, making a gesture with her hands as she also took a step closer towards him.
Alfie paid close attention, trying to grasp what she meant as he closely watched her hands. Her left hand stayed still as her right one moved back to the front over her left.
"Jutro?" She asked in a whisper.
Then it hit him.
"Tomorrow!" He blurted out, finally understanding.
"Jutro!" She happily hummed out, grateful that he knew what she meant.
"I'll come back tomorrow. Me and Cyril," He pointed to himself and his pup,
"Will meet you," He pointed at her,
"Here." He promised as he pointed between them.
They were both happy that they had reached an agreement, just in time, as her father called out a third time, the voice closer now. She reached towards Cyril, giving his head a loving pat, being careful to not wake him. With a final look to Alfie, Freya slowly waved at him, giving him such a sweet smile before she hurried out from under the old stone bridge. He watched as she soon disappeared into the fog that was covering the far distance of Camden.
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Some Time Later
Freya, Alfie, and Cyril were inseparable. Wherever one was, so were the other two. The three spent much time each day under the stone bridge. It was mostly because Freya was scared to leave its safety. She had never dared go past the bridge, and Alfie never forced her. Until one month later when one particular morning Cyril had stepped on a small thorn and Alfie wasn't sure what was wrong with his pup.
"Mate, you're limping." He said in concern as Cyril sat in place.
Squatting down, Alfie carefully looked over his whimpering pup, trying to figure out what the source behind the discomfort was.
"Alfie!" Freya happily called out to him from under the bridge.
Looking towards her, he waved at her since she was waving at him.
"I'll be just a second, alright? Something is wrong with Cyril." He called out to her as worry towards his dog's health began creeping into his head.
Freya quietly watched as Alfie sat on the floor and Cyril didn't climb in his lap. In her eyes, it was all too strange that the puppy would rather sit on the floor than in his owner's lap because Cyril loves being in her and Alfie's laps.
She could hear Alfie talking to Cyril, but all he would get in return were whines and whimpers of discomfort. Worry rose within her, and it was so fast in that moment that she hadn't realized her feet had minds of their own. They quickly walked her out from under the bridge and towards her friends. She sat beside Alfie, who glanced over at her then back to his dog, but then he quickly fully looked over at her.
"Cyril." She said in worry with a small frown.
Carefully, she picked him up, doing some inspecting of her own to see if Alfie possibly missed something when he had done the same just a second ago.
"Freya, you're-"
"Found it." She announced as she very gently laid the dog on her lap.
She spotted a very small thorn wedged between the pads of his left back paw.
"A thorn?" He asked her as she held it up for him to see.
"Yes." She answered before flicking it away from them.
"Better, Cyril?" She asked the pup as she set him on all fours.
He happily wagged his tail before barking, obviously in a much better mood.
"Freya,"
She turned to look at Alfie who wore a surprised expression on his face.
"Yes?" She asks curiously.
"You're out from under the bridge." He told her gently.
She looked behind them, finding he was correct. She had left the safety of the bridge. Yet it didn't feel different now that she was out from under there. She was with Alfie and Cyril, which made everything seem normal.
"Is good?" She hesitantly asked him.
He gently smiled at her, enjoying that she had learned the English language so quickly with his help.
"Do you feel good about being here in the open?" He asked her.
After giving the question some thought, she nodded, giving him a smile in return.
"Then this means I can show ya the shops in the town." He excitedly said, and the thought of seeing all the different stores and products they have to offer caused her to smile again.
That day, while they were in town, he asked her if she would allow him to be her boyfriend. She looked at him in slight shock as she thought of what he had just asked.
"If you don't want to be with me, I understand. It's just…I fancy you so much, Freya. You understand me like no one else does. You're beautiful and kind. Your nature is to heal and comfort. Mine is to destroy and create chaos. But none of that happens when I'm with you."
"Yes." She answered once his words ceased.
They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Slowly, big smiles began to spread across their lips before she happily hugged him. He hugged her back, holding her tightly as she excitedly giggled into his chest.
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1914: World War I
Two months passed before their lives drastically changed. A war had begun, and by what Alfie told Freya, any and all help was needed.
"They sent me this." He told her, holding up a folded paper.
"What is it?" She hesitantly asked.
He took a good long look at her. He didn't want to tell her. He couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the sadness he knew would be on her face. He didn't want to tell her that he might die far away from home. Yet he forced himself to answer her.
"It's a letter. I've been…"
She stepped closer to him, seeing the worry in his eyes,
"I've been drafted. They need me to go fight. I leave in two weeks."
Silence lingered between them as they looked at each other.
"You can't leave." She whispered as a small frown took over her lips.
"I have to. They'll punish me if I don't." He softly explained.
"But…But what if you don't return?" She asked him.
Tears began to form in her eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her.
"I will. I will return. That much I promise you."
Those two weeks were spent with each other. The young couple felt that they couldn't get enough time together as the day they both dreaded quickly approached. When that morning came, the two closely stayed by each other's sides as they waited for the designated train to pull into the station.
Freya couldn't stop thinking about how to help Alfie feel less nervous. He was holding her hand as if his life depended on it. Then it dawned on her.
She moved to take off one of the many necklaces that hung around her neck. Making sure she had the one she wanted, she moved to stand in front of her boyfriend. He looked at her with curious eyes, wondering what she was doing. He had his answer when she held the necklace towards him. Understanding that she was trying to help, he slightly dipped his head down and felt her carefully slip it over his head. As it rested against his chest, he looked down at it, finding a small coin-sized plate hanging from the chain. The name of his girlfriend was engraved in a fancy font on the face of it.
She had opened her mouth to speak, but the train was coming into the station, blaring its horn in the process. The other men, young and older and who had also received a letter that requested their help in the war, began saying goodbye to their significant others or their families. Slowly, Freya's eyes met Alfie's.
"I promise to come back to you. No matter how far away I am, you'll be here in my heart. That's why you gave me this, right?" He asked as he pointed to the necklace.
"Yes." She answered in a whisper.
The train horn blared again, and even though the recruited men didn't want to, they all began lining up beside the train car to board it. Mothers and wives were crying while waving their sons and husbands off. Looking down at Freya, Alfie tightly embraced her. It was warm and loving, and neither wanted to let go. Reluctantly, he was the first to pull away after a solid minute.
"Don't cry, my love." He whispered as he gently wiped away her tears.
She placed her hands over his own, wanting to feel them in hers one last time until who knew how long. He leaned down, placing his mouth over hers, and she followed along by closing the space between them. The kiss was beautiful; familiar, and slow as they tried to be physically connected for as long as they could. When they couldn't breathe anymore, they pulled away, and after they caught their breaths, she sadly watched as he picked up his bags.
"Can I ask you for a favor?" He spoke softly.
"Anything." She answered quickly.
"Will you please look after Cyril and collect my mail while I'm gone? I don't get much, if any, but I'll write to you every chance I get." He explained.
She gave him a nod as it sank in for both of them that they were not dreaming and would be apart with neither knowing for how long. With an apologetic expression towards her, he began to also join the long line of recruited men.
He was only 15 feet away from her, yet she was already missing his touch. So, she did what any love stricken girlfriend would do.
"Alfie!" She called out.
He was about to fill an empty spot in the line when he quickly turned around. He was met by Freya rushing towards him, and just before he could drop his bags, her arms were around his neck. The force that came with her was so great that he almost lost his balance, but the young men on his right and left sides steadied him. They gave him knowing smiles as they took his bags and held them for him. His arms were wrapping themselves around her waist once his hands were free.
When she looked up at him, they kissed again, the action done in haste as the train horn was heard again. When they pulled away, Alfie rested his forehead against hers.
"I love you." He told her with such seriousness that she couldn't help but smile.
"I love you, too." She responded, and he slowly began to let go of her just like she did to him. The warmth they both felt from the embrace quickly turned cold as the two young men handed Alfie his bags again. Freya smiled sadly at him, earning the same smile from him.
A woman gently pulled her away from the line as it shortened, telling her that it was safer to wait by the waiting area than be too close to the tracks. Freya learned that the woman was a mother and had just said goodbye to her three sons. They both stood together, watching in fear and sadness as the train began to slowly take off. Alfie waved at her, just like the woman's sons did. The four had gotten seats right beside some windows. Freya waved back at him, trying her best to not cry so Alfie wouldn't remember her like that.
From that day, exactly one week passed until she heard from him. She was sitting in the living room of his home. Cyril was lying beside her as they both occupied the longest sofa. As she went through the mail to see if he had written to her, her heart raced when she saw her name on one envelope. She dropped the other few envelopes to the floor and got to opening hers right away. Her eyes were met by her boyfriend's handwriting, and they didn't hesitate to begin reading.
'Freya,
I am missing you. I know it has just been a couple of days, but I cannot wait to see you again. It is hard to be away from you for this war against France. I know that what I am doing is for the good of people, but nothing truly feels good without you. I am hoping to see you again soon. But, until then, know that I love you dearly and that I left my heart with you, my darling.
I love you,
-Alfie
Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized that only a week had passed. How long would it be until they saw each other again? Would he make it back? Would this war turn him into someone she wouldn't recognize when…if…he returned? Looking at Cyril, who was closely watching her, Freya continued to softly cry. The dog became concerned, so he moved his head to be in her lap. As soon as she felt Cyril's weight, she hugged him, crying into his fur as he lowly whined. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Freya. Freya, can you hear me love?” Alfie called out walking through the big green forest both his shoulders and hair drenched in rain.
He has been calling out for his wife for an hour or so hoping that she didn’t go far from where they lived. Beneath his shoes the pathway was muddy in some spots trying his best to not slip. Some paces later Alfie saw a black smokey cloud in the distance. At first he thought it would be Freya’s family that were set at camp but as he made his way towards the cloud. It turned out to be the old stone bridge where he and Freya would mostly spend time together and where they first met all those years ago. It’s like he could remember it like it was yesterday.
How time flies so fast…
Seeing the smoke coming from underneath he carefully made his way down a steep path. Once making it down Alfie embraced the site of the old bridge placing a hand against its few stones. Remembering the old days of both him and Freya’s life when they would meet each other secretly. Until Freya’s father found out about their meetups one day and it caused both of them to not see or speak to each other for weeks. But eventually Freya told her father that Alfie was nothing but a gentleman and a marvelous boy towards her. Knowing that Alfie wasn’t never the type of man to lay a hand on her for any reason. Her father at first didn’t believe in her daughter for a while but eventually when one day Alfie without feeling afraid. Went to visit her home and talked with her family hoping that they will see a different perspective and let Freya be his friend.
“If you ever do anything that will harm my lovely daughter you stay away from us and never come back. Is that understood boy?” Said Harald Freya’s father pointing a sharp finger at the young boy which in reply a nod in agreement.
And after that discussion Freya was free to see and speak with Alfie which she was relieved that her father finally let her see her friend. It was as if that event just happened yesterday how he wished to relive that moment one more time.
Alfie then made his way towards the large opening of the bridge where he found Freya sitting on the wet cold ground. Hugging her legs together while she stared at the small campfire she made not too long ago. Her long dark brown hair was wet from the rain as well as her clothes. It didn’t bother her since she is after all a gypsy who has traveled to many places. And the rain was one of her favorite weathers feeling like she is at peace for the most part. Freya didn’t notice his presence until Alfie sat next to her. She scooted a bit to the side still feeling upset towards him not forgetting what he told her earlier. Alfie noticed this not wanting to push her buttons anymore knowing he has caused so much tonight. The crackling sound of the wood against the fire continued and Freya and Alfie didn't say much for a moment. While the sound of faint thunder was heard far towards the distance as the drops of water continued to gently pour down. Alfie wanted to say something at first but he didn’t feel brave to say anything yet. Freya tightens her long black scarf around her shoulders, feeling the cool wind feeling shivers running through her body. Noticing this Alfie without exchanging any words removed his long black coat from himself. He gently placed the warm material over Freya making her flinch but yet welcomed it. She looked him in the eyes giving off a small faint smile nodding her head in “thank you.” Alfie returned the gesture they both didn’t say much again. As some time has passed for too long Alfie finally surprising himself at the words he said next.
“I’m sorry,” is all that he could say looking forward to the fireplace.
When Freya heard him say those two words she looked at him with a confused look. Not believing in what he just heard him say.
“What did you say?” She then said wanting to make sure she heard him correctly.
Before he said anything he sat straight while clearing his throat. He turned to see his wife having to repeat himself again. Inhaling a small breath he heard himself again saying those two words he mostly never says until now.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you back at home my love. My frustration and stubbornness got the best of me and I never meant to say those things to you either. Work has been a pain in the ass these past couple of days and today was the worst of them all,” he says, lowering his eyes looking at his hands biting his lips together as he went on, “once those words came out of me mouth I knew I'd made a terrible mistake. Looking at your eyes I saw how hurt you felt and I wanted to just kill myself then and there for what I have said to the love of my life. I just…just.”
Freya could see the tears forming against his blue eyes knowing that he meant every word that he was saying to her. Seeing and hearing the guilt in his eyes and voice wishing he could take back what he didn’t mean to say. She also felt her eyes filling with tears as one teardrop stream down the corner of her right eye gently wiping it away with the back of her right hand. No words were exchanged Freya tightly hugged Alfie around his neck almost making him tilt to the side. But they both steadied themselves; she then felt his arms wrapping around her embracing in each other's arms.
“I know you didn’t mean those words my love, but that doesn’t make me stop loving you no matter what. I love you so much my Alfie, like you don’t imagine,” she said leaning back to look him in the eyes, placing her right hand against his left cheek as their foreheads touch each other.
“I promise you at this very moment that I’ll not let my emotions get to me very easily. Because I never want to see my flower look sad and hurt ever again. And I love you too my Freya like you don’t know either,” he said back, placing a small light kiss on top of her forehead.
“I hope you know I’m not one of your workers who will tolerate your screaming and shouting, Alfie. I'm your wife." Freya reminds her husband placing both her hands on each side of his cheeks.
Alfie nods immediately. "I know, sweetheart.”
"Don't you ever do this to me again, yes?” Freya says, sounding not too angry anymore with a more relaxed smile.
He gives her a small smile while nodding again. "I wouldn't dream of it." He says as he gets closer to her.
She can't stay mad at him forever, so she also gets closer to him. He leans down to kiss her, and when their lips touch, it all comes flooding back to him. The very first moment they shared their love for each other.
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She could only imagine the beautiful bodies of other young women he had seen before she had ever met him. How could she compare? Surely they were much more beautiful than she. Every scar she had ever earned, from quick evacuations with her family when they encountered danger throughout their travels, were on display. They were like directions to every imperfection she had. Yet there she stood in front of the edge of his bed, bare. He stood before her, wearing only boxers. His bright blue-green eyes drank in every centimeter of her skin before they looked deep into her eyes.
"Freya,"
The way her name gently left his mouth made her heavily blush. All she could hear in his words was love. The emotion was very clear, and it gave her some relief, but not enough to wash her nerves away entirely.
“You’re absolutely stunning; a vision, a work of art.” He spoke, genuinely meaning every word.
He slowly closed the space between them, his eyes staying on her face the whole time as he walked a few steps towards her. She suddenly held her breath. She didn’t want to tell him that this was her first time having sex.
“What’s wrong?” He asked in a whisper.
He could see there was some concern written on her face, and it only grew the more he looked at her.
“Alife, I…”
He patiently waited for her to say what she needed,
“I’ve never had sex.”
His face grew pink at her confession.
“We don’t have to do anythin’, love. I would hate to make you uncomfortable.”
“I want to.” She quickly assured him.
Silence took over between them as they stared at each other.
“Neither have I.” He confessed.
“What?” She asked softly.
“I’ve also never had sex.” He clarifies.
“Do you still want to…with me?” She asked with hesitance.
“It would be an honor to have you be my first, my darling.” He answered.
She smiled up at him as her body relaxed a bit more. Slowly, she reached towards him, lightly placing her hands on his bare chest. It showed scars, all of them proof of his time away from home and fighting against enemies. A small smile crossed his lips as he placed his right hand at the back of her neck. His left hand made itself at home at her lower back. Before she knew it, he gently laid her down on his bed, helping her get more comfortable before he was hovering over her. His body was flush against hers but he made sure to keep his weight off her.
“I’ll look after you, my love.” The promise was said in a gentle voice, and it caused the rest of her nervousness to fade away.
Slowly, he dipped his head down and his lips began to pay special attention to the crook of her neck, leaving gentle kisses along one side. A sharp inhale had him straightening up. His eyes met hers, only to receive a nod.
“I’m alright.” She whispered as a blush appeared.
“I will not hurt you.” He spoke once he realized that she had been enjoying herself.
Her focus on the soft pressure of his lips against the skin of her neck was broken when an entirely new sensation caught her by surprise. His right hand had begun to slowly trail up the inside of her leg. It traveled up slowly, leaving goosebumps behind as it rested on her hip. Lifting his head once again, his eyes were glued to her. He needed to make sure she was okay with what he was doing. The look of sheer lust in his girlfriend’s eyes was enough to send a blush erupting through his cheeks. He never removed his gaze from her face as his hands met at her underbust.
“May I?” He asks, hoping he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt.
“Please.” She answered, arching her back off of the bed.
He wasn’t sure if it had been the way she sweetly exhaled his name or if the sight of her so eager to be felt by him caused confidence to surge through him, but he was grateful that she trusted him so much. Slowly, his hands made their way up her sides, stopping on either side of her breasts. Very gently, he cupped them at the same time, earning a satisfied hum from her.
“You’re warm.” She spoke, causing a chuckle to leave his mouth.
“That’s one of the reasons you’re with me, innit?” He asked, watching a smile form on her lips.
“One of many.” She answered, closing her eyes as his large, calloused hands began to completely cover her breasts.
It was a nice contrast of rough against smooth. She enjoyed the way his hands held her so perfectly as his lips began kissing down her chest. They moved to kiss her left breast, then her right, and each kiss felt better than the last. He loved the way her back arched into him; it told him that he was doing a good job so far, and he wanted to keep that up. His index and thumb fingers found her nipples, and he gently began rolling them between his fingers at the same time.
“Oh!” She moaned out.
Her hands reached out to grab his arms, but by no means was she trying to get him to stop. Instead, she pulled him closer, and her fingers threaded his hair. She could feel immense heat between her legs, knowing that as much as she wanted to take it slow, she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her eagerness aroused him so much that his erect cock was throbbing in his boxers. Yet, he didn’t want to rush anything, for her sake. The last thing he wanted was to wind up hurting her unintentionally. His lips continued their kisses along her chest, leaving light love bites here and there, before they trailed kisses up to her neck. One of his hands left one of her breasts to gently glide down her stomach and stopped just above the place she needed his touch the most. She moaned into his mouth, hoping to convey her feeling of arousal to him enough for him to be bold enough to touch her.
“Alfie, please.” She whimpered after they pulled away.
“You’re sure?” He hesitantly asked.
“Very sure. I need you.”
“Say less, my darling.” He hummed out.
He never removed his gaze from her face, his eyes boring into hers as his hands continued to move down her body while his mouth kissed every inch of her skin that was available. Finally, his fingers rested at her core, and the heat radiating from it was enough to make him groan in approval. Very slowly, his fingers circled her clit, and the look of pure relief flooded her face just as her head tilted back. Her back arched off of the bed and her hands found his hair to grab hold of.
“Alfie…”
The way she moaned his name had him circling her clit a little faster, wanting to see if the same blissful look would cross her face again. It did, and it made him so happy to see her enjoying his touch. His hands had done unspeakable things during the war, but none of that was important in that moment. Very slowly, he slid his finger inside of her, the accumulation of her arousal having made it an easy entrance. He slowly groaned as he felt her walls take his finger deeper, tightening around it while he gently moved it around inside of her.
“You alright, love?” He asked, earning a moan in response.
“More.” She breathlessly answered.
“You’re sure?” He asked, slowing his movements.
He stood up with his finger still inside of her, but he froze in place when she gave him a look of pure need.
“I want you to make me yours.” She answered with such a seriousness that had his heart fluttering in his chest.
“You're…sure?” He asked again as he hovered over her.
“Yes.” She answered.
His free hand made its way behind her head, lifting it enough so their mouth could meet for a loving kiss. He removed his finger from her aching walls and that hand swiftly slid down his boxers. No longer was there a barrier between them, and while it made her nervous, she found herself excited to finally be one with her boyfriend. He adjusted himself between her legs, gently parting them even more. When she caught a glimpse of his erection, heat flooded her face. It looked much too big to fit inside of her.
“Do you want to stop?” He asked, having seen the way her eyes went a bit wide.
“No.” She quickly answered.
“Make me yours.”
Slowly, he brushed his cock along her soaking wet lips, causing them to slightly part. Then, very gently, he began pushing himself inside of her. Their groans harmonized for a few seconds as he stayed put for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to him. Everything felt so warm and so right when their lips connected once again.
“You feel amazing.” He heavily sighed, the sound sending pleasant shivers up her spine.
Her walls clenched around him each time he moved, the motion carefully done before he drove himself deeper. He held her body close against his, hoping to ease any pain that she felt. They lasted several minutes in that same position before her legs were wrapping around his waist. Their eyes met, and he could tell that she wanted more. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The speed of his thrusting increased, and it wasn’t long until both of them were moaning messes. She didn’t even have time to process the entirety of what was happening to her before she felt an all too strong sensation flood her body that caused her senses to be at a standstill. He stopped moving, wanting to make sure she was alright as her high ended a moment later. He peppered her face with gentle kisses before his lips were covering hers.
“Freya, I…I’m close.” He warned her when he felt her walls fluttering around him.
She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, preparing herself for what was to happen. He was about to move away from her to pull out, but she was quick to stop him by his shoulders.
“Fill me.”
A look of shock covered his facial features when he realized she was being serious.
“Please.” She begged, and the whine alone was enough for him to give in.
Hugging her to himself once again, he thrusted into her a few more times before he was groaning into one side of her neck. She softly moaned at feeling his hot cum filling her. He stayed inside of her for another minute before very carefully pulling out. He was quick to lay beside her, wrapping her up in his arms as she curled into his body. He reached for his discarded shirt, draping it over her as they both caught their breath.
“Are you okay?” He asked, being the first to break the comfortable silence that filled his bedroom.
“Yes. Are you?” She softly asked in return.
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
He looked down at her and gave her a small smile.
“Love, I should be the one thankin’ you for trustin’ me so much.”
She smiled at his words as he kissed her head.
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Epilogue: 5 years Later
“Where are those two rascals off too again?” Freya said to herself looking around from one room to another.
It has been a while since they moved out from Camden Town where Alfie was lucky enough to inherit a house near the beach. Margate was the name and it has been treating them fairly well where there was nothing else but a wonderful view of the sea and most of all quietness. But that wasn’t the only thing that brought the couple closer together.
The sound of a small giggle was heard somewhere beyond the hallways which Freya knew exactly who it belonged to.
“Alright now come out, come out wherever you all are,” called our Freya quietly tiptoeing her way towards where the chuckles were coming from.
After Alfie and Freya got married some 3 years ago they afterwards welcomed their first child. It was such a blessing for the married couple that Alfie thought it was all a dream. Ellie was the baby girl's name, brown eyes like her mothers with a mix of stubbornness just like her father. It was a day to remember when they heard their baby’s first breath. Ever since that day Alfie was determined to be by his wife’s side, not caring if the distillery could continue without him. What mattered to him the most was his wife and daughter helping Freya out whenever she needed some time away from the baby. One late night however when Ellie was crying for hours Alfie took the baby in his arms while rocking against a wooden chair. He started to sing a lullaby to her in his mothers tongue which surprisingly made the little creature feel at ease. He also didn’t notice that her tiny hand was tightly holding onto his right index finger. He then smiled as he placed a gentle kiss against Ellie’s soft hair.
“I love you my little Ellie always and forever.”
Freya continued to quietly make her way to the small giggles that she could still hear. Knowing that she is already near them wanting to scare them in surprise.
“Shhh… be quiet mama is going to hear us,” said little Ellie to someone else.
A couple of months later after the birth of Ellie, Alfie and Freya then welcomed their second child. It was Alfie that encouraged Freya to have another baby which she didn’t hesitate to say no to him. Nehemiah was the boy's name that was given to him. Just like his father he wasn’t afraid of anything, always liking to get into some sort of trouble taking no for an answer but always obeyed his father whenever he would go one step far. But he would also have his moments whenever he felt like he needed to talk with his mother. Trying to also find his calmer side of himself and getting as much advice from his mother.
“Whenever you feel angry or lost, always remember that I am here for you my love. And so is your father but just know that you're never alone my little one.”
“Oh you also be quiet Ellie I’m sure by now mama will hear us,” Nehemiah said playfully, nudging onto his sisters right arm not noticing their mothers presence.
“FOUND YOU BOTH!” Surprised Freya, making the two children scream from fright.
Both children got on their feet quickly running away from their mother which she wasn’t too far behind. She scooped Nehemiah off from the wooden floor yelping and laughing while Freya hugged him tightly around her arms. She then placed a couple of kisses on the little boy's cheeks while feeling Ellie hug her mothers legs.
“Haha mama let Nehemiah go, how did you know we were here?” The little girl questioned, still holding onto her mothers leg.
“You both were giggling and that led me to finding your hiding place. But enough of playing around you two how about we get the table ready for dinner before papa comes home. How does that sound, my darlings?” She said kneeling in front of her two beautiful children while they nodded their head in “yes.”
Some time later it was already dark outside as the cool breeze blew ever so gently while Freya and her two children waited patiently for Alfie’s return in the living room. The crackling sound of the fireplace was heard in the background while Cyril lay down beside Ellie and Nehemiah while the children played with their toys. Freya was sitting on top of one of the couches while looking at the clock, seeing that it had passed the time Alfie should be home by now. Quietly tapping her right foot against the carpet floor the trio then heard the front door open. Indicating that they had finally returned home as Nehemiah and Ellie then ran their way out of the living room to greet their father.
“Papa papa,” said both children in unison as Alfie opened his arms wide out to them while kneeling down.
They all huddled down to the floor making both children giggle at their action.
“How are my two lovely children doin’ eh? I miss you all very, very much,” Alfie said as he gently stood up off the floor while Cyril nuzzled his wet nose against his owner's face.
“I also miss you as well you big mutt.”
“Ummm excuse me where is my welcoming kiss? I hope you don’t forget about me Mr. Solomon’s,” Freya said, placing her hands on top of her hips but gave a cheeky smile.
“Hehe why would I not forget my lovely beautiful wife that always brightens my heart whenever I see her hmm?” He said getting up on his feet while Freya smiled and giggled as they both exchanged a kiss on the lips.
“Ewwww, gross,” said Ellie, making a disgusted face which Freya found funny.
Once the happy family settled down for dinner the night went on perfectly. As everyone feasted, Alfie and Freya held hands together as they memorized their beautiful little family. Not believing that they have come this far not expecting to have children this quickly. Alfie always thought he would only focus on himself growing his empire until his passing. But when he found Freya all those years ago as a child and saw how they both fell in love with each other. Suddenly all those ideas faded away seeing the perfect future already blooming in front of him. As dinner was ending both Ellie and Nehemiah started to grow sleepy while they all sat in the living room together. Alfie took Ellie in his arms gently taking her up stairs to her bedroom. Freya following close behind held Nehemiah in her arms while the child tried his best to stay awake.
“Mama I’m not tired yet really,” protested the little boy but Freya wasn’t having it.
“Now my dear don’t be that way, it is late and you need your rest. And we’re going to the beach and if you don’t get your sleep you’ll be tired the next day. Now be a good boy and rest your eyes now, yes?” She said as she opened the door to the boys room as he placed him down on the soft bed.
“Really mama, do you mean it? Oh I can’t wait to go now alright I’ll head to bed now,” cheerfully says Nehemiah as he gets himself under the bed sheets making Freya chuckle at this.
“Very well my little Nehemiah i will see you in the morning my love. Goodnight my sweet boy,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on top of the boy's head caressing his left cheek in between.
Once Freya quietly closed the door behind her Alfie was already out of Ellie’s room. They both smiled at each other Alfie held out his hand towards his lovely wife. Freya walked up to him placing her hand on top of his making their way towards their bedroom. Once inside Alfie gently shut the door behind him and without losing another moment he embraced Freya around his arms. They both looked deep into their eyes as their foreheads touched against each other.
“How is my lovely Queen Solomon’s feeling hm?” He asked, feeling her arms hugging around his neck while she let out a small giggle.
“Wonderful as always you know I always still question to this day. How did I get very lucky to have you in my life Alfie? Why me and nobody else?” She questioned him wanting to hear those same words over and over again.
“Hehe do you really want me to repeat the same thing over and over again? How many times do I have to tell you my love? Because if I never met you in my life I wouldn’t have known such a wonderful spirit free and goddess like you. And that I am grateful and blessed to say that you're my one and only woman. I wouldn’t want no one else but you my dear,” he said while gently placing Freya down against the bed hovering above her, taking in her thin lips between his.
Embracing each other in their arms they both laid there nakedly while Freya could hear her husband's heartbeat against her right ear. A small smile was spread throughout her face wanting to be like this forever. And all the while without Alfie not knowing Freya is expecting another blessing that was growing inside her womb.
I love you always and forever Alfie Solomons… until the ends of the earth…
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Captain MacTavish doesn't play music when he fucks you anymore. Instead, he'll find some classic 90s action flick and set the volume to 11. Then proceed to bend you over every flat surface within sight as the distinctive baritone of Arnold Schwarzenegger echoes around your apartment.
You question him after a few times. Asking why he doesn't choose his usual playlist. He answers with a nonchalant, 'wanted to change things up a bit'. You don't question him any further.
And he breathes a sigh of relief. Because God forbid you ever know that he nearly blew his cover to Don Henley's 'Dirty Laundry'.
The memory of your supple lips around his cock invading behind his eyes as he took position behind some dilapidated hotel. The beat muffled and distorted through the broken speakers, yet still he recalled the way your tongue flattened so perfectly around him, nearly causing him to bust in his pants as he momentarily lost all focus on his main objective.
Once they RTB, he decides not to join the rest of the team as they watch Terminator 2. The echo of your screams while he railed into you doggy style still too fresh in his mind. He'd rather take care of business in the privacy of his own quarters. And to the subtle and enigmatic nuances of Enya's 'Sail Away'.
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under the moon’s veil (Luke Castellan x Apollo!daughter)
summary: Cora is kinda losing her cookies but in an interesting poetic way! And Luke is totally there for her like Drusilla and Spike or Catherine and Heathcliff.
wc: 2483
cw: angst, lit + greek mythology references, kissing, suggestive content, depictions of insanity, gore and blood
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results - Albert Einstein
It was the dark of night, and Nyx had tucked all the world in his shining blanket of stars. A glistening sky sighed as another day had passed them by- all was sound, and all were quiet… Well, all but one.
Cora tossed and turned in her bed, anxiously anticipating a rustle from the bushes. After an hour of waiting, tossing, and turning some more, she sat up from her bed and stared longingly at the door. Where was he?
The Apollo cabin was dead silent; not a usual occurrence, and Cora could not have been more relieved. She looked around at the drooling, passed out campers around her- trying to scope how asleep they all were before she made any first moves. Her half-sister Heidi had practically fallen off of her top bunk, and Cora knew she had to leave the cabin before that happened.
She stood up from her bed- almost stepping on the baby deer that her half-brother Liam had adopted after he found it stabbed in a clearing. Normally the counselor would’ve said no, but it was a baby deer with a limp… and the head counselor wasn’t a monster.
Cora tried not to look at it. She avoided its presence entirely before continuing on her self made quest. She cautiously slipped on her Crocs- trying to ensure that no rubbery friction from the shoes would give her away.
Cora tried to steady her breathing, but it was becoming more erratic by the second. He was supposed to rustle the leaves at the bushes at 10, and then Cora would come out by 10:15. It was currently 11:07 and she had no idea where he was. Cora felt as if she was breaking into a cold sweat; she could feel her hands shaking as she thought of the worst.
What if he got hurt by someone? Or his ship sunk? Backbiter may have stopped working, someone caught him on the way here- thousands of possibilities were circling through her mind. Cora’s heart was now racing… what if he was dead?
She shook her head, refusing to believe her own thoughts. Her entire body was shaking at this point, and she knew she had to run out of the cabin before she started bawling. So Cora ran. She sprinted out of the cabin, and off the well worn path, into the forest. As she ventured further into the woods, less and less moonlight came from the sky above; covered by the growing number of trees. Through the tears and flem in her throat, she began to yell, practically scream his name,
“LUKE. LUKE. LUKE WHERE ARE YOU!” She was breaking down into tears, collapsing over herself into a heap of despair. What had the world done to her love?
“Hey sunshine.” Luke appeared from behind one of the trees Cora had just run past. She kept her head down, sobbing into the ground beneath her; more out of relief now than sorrow. Luke quickly knelt down next to her- rubbing her icy cold back with his pleasantly warm hands. With each up and down motion he made, he would make patterns on her back with his delicate yet deliberate fingers. Slowly, Cora was able to collect herself. While her breathing was still erratic, she was no longer wailing so loud the gods could hear.
“I didn’t mean to worry you baby.” Luke’s face was full of concern and worry for his love. He hid his face in her hair, muffling his next words,
“Can you forgive me?”
Cora looked up for the first time, turning her head around to see him. Immediately she gasped,
“What happened to your scar?” She instinctively held his face in her hands. Luke smirked, giddy from the attention,
“Percy reopened some old wounds both figuratively and literally.” He chuckled. Cora scowled.
“If you had let me go with you this wouldn’t have happened.” Luke took a large sigh,
“Let’s not talk about this right now. I just wanna see you happy.” Cora’s scowl quickly turned into a beaming smile,
“How could I not be happy when I’m with you, my winged Romeo?” She planted a kiss on his wound, longing to make it disappear with some magic touch.
She could tell even by how Luke held her, that he had longed for her touch. His body bent as easily to her will as a stick of puddy at her fingers. Cora wrapped her arms around Luke’s neck; melting into the warm embrace. She missed this.
When they started meeting up in the woods, Luke would talk to her about his adventures, she would talk about hers. But, over time it just hurt too much for the both of them. Knowing that the love of their life was existing without them by their side.
These days they would just touch. Making sure no area was undiscovered before the end of the night; it never felt the same way twice. New scars, new bruises, nothing could stop the passage of time.
“How long can you stay tonight?” Cora looked up at Luke, searching for an answer in his eyes; begging him to stay just a little longer than last time. In response Luke inhaled, looking ahead of her- knowing he couldn’t bear to see the expression on her face.
“So not that long then?” Cora furrowed her brows. Luke dug his head into her shoulder, shaking his head. After sitting there for a little longer, Cora spoke,
“Let me go with you.”
“No I- you know you can’t. It’s too dangerous.” She looked at him with bitterness in her eyes, shaking her head,
“If you don’t let me go with you Luke,” Cora searched for her words, tears filling her eyes, “the last time you’ll see me is hanging from a tree.” Cora started getting up, ready to run away from his phony warm embrace.
“Cora don’t say that. Please don’t say that baby.”
“Do you even love me Luke?” Luke stared at her with the most puzzled look,
“Why are you saying these things?”
In truth, Cora didn’t know. She just wanted everything to be normal again. She wanted them to swim in the lake together; finding the secret passageway that would take them to the stone cave, overgrown with green ivy. He would hold her in his arms, lifting her up to the ledge where they could just sit. She would put her head in his lap and he would caress her features. They would just talk. They could just talk back then.
But now, Cora didn’t know what had become of them, of her. Luke was crying, holding his head in his hands as he tried to hold back his sniffles. His voice was breaking with the little whimpers that dared to escape.
Cora thought back on the week before. She had been in the woods and she had taken a knife with her, trying to pick some raspberries for lunch that day. Cora finally found a bush full of them- not often found in these woods. As she began to pick them, her mind started to wander. Of course the first place it went was to Luke- what was he doing right now? Was he thinking about her? Was he safe? Lost in thought she cut open one of the raspberries she had picked. She gasped. The shade of pinkish red perfectly matched that of Luke’s lips. She grabbed more from her basket and continued to cut into more of them. It was incredible; the shade and pigment would’ve blended right into his if he was here. The juices of the previous raspberry escaped into the soil, merging into one as the cycle of reunion began again. Even the juice had consistency to find comfort in.
She started cutting open the raspberries with more aggravation; almost jealous of their fate. In her fury she had accidentally cut her own hand, instead of another raspberry. The blood was a redder hue than Luke’s lips, but as she looked down, she could see that it too was able to become one with the earth.
She smiled.
She hadn’t smiled for weeks. Luke hadn’t been visiting, and it had been filling her with more despair than she knew what to do with. But this spilling of blood was the sweet release she had been looking for. She was now part of the cycle; Cora giggled in glee at the thought. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, she felt a new moisture on her hand. She opened her eyes to see a creature licking off the blood that had finally connected her to something; given her comfort. It had stolen her joy. It had taken the one pleasure she had away from her. Her face snapped into a look of blind rage, and she stabbed it.
She quickly withdrew her knife, ready to inflict a second blow- then she looked into its eyes. It was a deer. From the looks of it, the harmless animal wasn’t even a year old. Cora quickly took the knife away from the baby’s untouched skin; it had now been drenched in its first bleeding… and it was all her fault.
After that Cora had made sure one of her siblings found it. The counselor let the deer stay in their cabin of course, he wasn’t a monster… but she was.
She had tried not to think about it since then, but every time she looked at Liam’s baby dear, every time she heard someone question what kind of villain would stab such a pure and beautiful creature…
She turned her attention back to the present.
She couldn’t stay and watch as another beautiful being was destroyed by her hands. Especially not Luke. Her Luke. So she ran. She ran as fast as her legs could take her. She could hear Luke yelling for her, but it all just felt like background noise to her. She had to distance herself from the world.
Cora had learned to be strong in the face of adversity, and she had always been praised for her level headedness- always keeping perspective, being kind and gracious to all. No matter what happened she always kept her light. But Luke was the exception. He was the hamartia that would bleed her soul dry; without even having to try he could undo her.
Luke was searching breathlessly for Cora. He didn’t know what he said or did, but he had to fix it. As he wandered through the forest he pondered- what happened? He should have seen a breakdown like this happening, he had been gone for too long, he should have come back sooner. Should haves and what if’s raced through his mind as he looked desperately for Cora. She was the epitome of perfection to Luke. He felt as if he had ruined her.
He knew it was selfish to keep seeing her even after he chose his side, but Luke couldn’t help it. He had to see her. Luke couldn’t breathe without her. Some days it felt as if they inhabited the same body, he could tell how her day was going just by looking inwards; other days she was a complete mystery. She would blow up and scream at him, and he would still be just as willing to plunge a knife into his chest for her.
He wanted to have a life with her, have Cora as a witness to everything he did… but he was a disgrace. He was an outcast of her world. He knew it could never be. She would find some man who is deserving of her- and Luke would have to watch just as Heathcliff watched his Catherine. But he searched nonetheless. Because at the end of the day, he knew that he would rather beat his head against a tree than be in a world without her.
After what felt like ages he heard sniffling coming from behind a bush. Luke let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he cautiously walked over to the noise.
“Sunshine, are you here?”
“Go away!” Cora still refused to look at him. She was curled up in a ball on the floor and didn’t look up.
“Baby I-” Luke tried to find his words as he sat to meet her eyes. “I don’t have much time left.” Cora finally looked up, staring at his gorgeous curls instead of his agonizing face. “Can’t we spend it together?” It was a plea.
Cora moved closer to Luke; leaning in more and more until their foreheads touched. She lightly chuckled as she took her hands and placed them on his torso. Luke smirked as he pried her by the wrists away from what she knew was a sensitive area of his body. With her wrists in his hands, Luke pulled them towards him, which left both Cora and Luke mere atoms away from each other. They stayed there for a good minute- allowing the moment to breathe.
After a while Luke set Cora’s wrists on her lap. He took his thumb and opened her mouth, letting his tender touch linger on her plump lips. Luke couldn’t help but sigh at how beautiful she looked under the moonlight; despite her father being god of the sun. Cora gave a faint smile, still tired from the buckets of tears she had produced. She leaned in ever so slightly, and was easily able to find her way to his lips.
They didn’t talk after that, they just touched. Cora and Luke didn’t have time to take off each other's clothing as they normally would do, so they had to suffice with lifting up a shirt or pulling down some pants. Cora was gripping at his clothes almost frantically- sensing that time was running out, that their time on earth together was expiring. Luke would often take her arms and put them to her sides; rubbing them in hopes of calming her down. Then, it was time for him to go. They hadn’t gotten enough time that night, they never got enough time.
“You have to stay here. You’re safe here. Can you do that for me baby?” Luke begged with his eyes. Cora sighed, letting a tiny whimper escape as they were separated from each other’s touch.
“Yea… yea I can do that for you.” She avoided eye contact.
“Hey. Look at me.” She allowed her gaze to wander to his eyes, “I’ll see you soon, okay Sunshine?”
“The sooner the better my winged Romeo.” She smiled mournfully.
Luke walked away and Cora knew better than to call for him. He longed to turn around, just to see her one last time- but much like Orpheus with his Eurydice, he knew he couldn’t. If he turned around, he would lose the strength to leave. He would stay there forever.
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stitch and sew | suguru
pairing: vampire!suguru x fashion designer!black plus size gn reader
genre: established relationship, gothic lit au, headcanon
warnings: blood drinking, fluff(?), stitching skin, making out
word count: 380
summary: vampire!suguru and his beautiful lover.
☏ ᴛᴀʏ’s ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: old headcanon! fun fact this was supposed to be a one-shot but i couldn’t think of anything for the summary since it was a s2l imagine. also, this is what happens when i listen to type o negative too much and rewatch knives out for the 300th time.
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DARK CONTENT.
𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦!𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 is addicted to his lover, anything you do or say makes him a hopeless monster. you could be sitting at your desk, with your hair in an afro, the windows open with the moonlight cascading onto your dark melanin skin, doing nothing but sketching out your next design.
yet, he finds it so hard to not be in the dark watching you with a keen eye. when 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦!𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 gets hungry, he tends to run and hide from you, not for the reason of making you fear him but for the reason he doesn't want to lose his lover by the high he gets from drinking blood.
though you always know how to make him want to drink your blood and your blood only, you made him learn to be careful with his fangs on your skin. teaching him how to calm down when drinking your blood, you pull onto his ear anytime it becomes too much for you and he listens. his eyes are always blackened and glossy, which weirdly makes you aroused by the sight of your blood on his chin and his lips puffy.
𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦!𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 loves when you stitch his skin up anytime his long white fingernails cut him somehow, to any other person, the feeling of a needle going through their skin would be excruciating but to vampire!geto, it's euphoric.
𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦!𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 is addicted to your round plump lips, any chance he can, he'll steal a kiss from you and if you two aren't doing anything, he'll wrap his long cold hands around your waist, slip his tongue down your mouth while kissing you like it's your last day on earth.
𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦!𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 loves spoiling you, knowing how much of a hard worker you are he cooks your delicious meals while massaging your body as you eat. if you're lucky, 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦!𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 will let you spend a lot of money on him but only on rare occasions.
he hates it when you spend your money and not his, cause in his eyes, when you're with him, there's no need to pick up anything unless it's something he bought you like a birkin or flowers. plus the only heavy thing your finger should be touching is the diamond wedding ring he got you.
#vampire#vampire!geto#vampire au#goth lit#geto suguru#getou suguru#geto smut#suguru geto x black!reader#x black!reader#plus size reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#x reader#jjk smut#jjk x gn!reader#suguru x gn!reader
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That’s literally my tit he’s laying against 🙄
pookie was so silly that day 😄🙈
#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal#pedro pascal smut#I’m lit dating him#I’m actually his controversially younger gf#🙈🙈🙈#pookie#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal imagine#oberyn martell#javier pena
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My High Lady
A Darker!Rhysand x Reader
Summary: You are Rhysand’s mate and he is not afraid to make an example out of any who dare harm you. And you are more than happy to let him stake his claim in front of the gathered crowd. After all, he is as much yours as you are his and they all need to remember that.
Warnings: smut, vaginal sex, public sex, finger-fucking, rougher sex, mild breeding kink, semi-graphic torture and mutilation of a prisoner, biting/marking, Darker!Rhysand, mildly possessive talk
Word Count: 2,638
Author Notes: Just a really delicious idea that popped into my head and I had to get out. Considering this is my first time writing for Rhysand at length, I’m pretty content with this. Special thanks to @bubbles-for-all-of-us and @azsazz for being so lovely and encouraging me to write this.
Can now be found on AO3 here.
“I have to pretend to be someone I am not when I’m in the Hewn City,” Rhysand had once said, “Though, I will admit, it’s becoming harder and harder to determine where the real me begins and the persona ends.”
As you stared at him, his violet eyes almost black with fury, you wondered briefly if there had ever been a persona to begin with. However cruel the being before you seemed to be, you were not afraid. This being was born out of a soul-deep unconditional love for you; you would never be in danger of it. Your gaze returned once more to the elemental currently bound before you. He still smirked, as if he somehow had the upper hand in this twisted game he had thrust upon Rhysand. His mud colored eyes turned to focus on you and your fingers curled into a fist, ready to punch that smug look off his face if need be.
The growl that tore through Rhysand’s throat then, clawing its way out of his mouth—with a ferocity that you could only describe as carnal—was a clear message that the High Lord of the Night Court was done playing games. Rhysand flicked his wrist in a gesture so slight that to the untrained eye, it would have looked as if he hadn’t even flinched. There was a pause, and the elemental laughed at him, and you, not for the first time, felt a desperate urge to tear the bastard’s throat out with your bare hands.
The elemental’s laughter died suddenly, rapidly changing into a harsh series of screams as his body was overcome with a dark vicious-looking shadow that pulled and clawed at his flesh, tearing it slowly, mercilessly. Rhysand shot Keir a look and the Steward quickly stepped forward to put a small, opalescent, orb on a pedestal beside the restrained fugitive. A light burst from the orb, cutting through the shadow, projecting for all those present the crimes of the elemental and Rhysand’s violet eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Elemental you may be, Aldric Firedagger, but surely they taught you not to touch that which does not belong to you in the Elemental Planes?” His tone was deceptively calm and you looked at him, watched rage swirl in those eyes that so often held nothing but love and adoration for you. “You tried to drag my love, my mate, back to that cave you call home, You dared to lay your tainted hands on her, hoping that you could steal her from me and then touch her, claim her, in the most intimate parts of her being. That right is mine. As payment for your despicable actions, we ask you to pay with your hands.”
Aldric pleaded, “Please! I need my hands for my work!”
Poor thing.
Rhysand’s voice was clear in your mind, as smooth as velvet and just as comforting.
He hasn’t realized I’m not going to let him out of here alive.
You know that he didn’t hurt me, Rhysand.
You haven’t seen what was in his mind. Believe me when I say hurting you was the kindest thing he had in store for you had Azriel not found you in time.
Then do what you must, love.
There was a tug of affection through your bond and you offered a reaffirming tug in return. Aldric’s hands were gone an instant later; sliced neatly by the claw-like shadows. You barely noticed his screams, not when Rhysand was gingerly stroking against the wall you kept up, almost as if to distract you from what was happening.
Rhys, I knew what I was getting into when I accepted the mating bond.
I just don’t want you to see more than you have to.
You said that we would do everything together. I intend to endure this together as well.
You could almost see Rhysand’s smile in your mind.
That’s my girl.
His attention shifted back to Aldric. For his part, Aldric had stopped sobbing as if he had accepted the weight and consequences of his actions. There was a look in his brown eyes you couldn’t quite place and it was only after he spoke that you knew what it was. “Do your worst half-breed.”
Facing death had made Aldric bold. His challenging words caused a ripple through the court, a wave of gasped breaths reverberated against the carved stone walls. Fire elemental or not, you had never seen such a blazing look on Aldric’s face before and for a moment you worried that he was going to burst, to scorch you all to Hell. Rhysand, however, was unfazed.
“They say that it is a sin to covet, Firedagger. Yet, with your eyes you have lusted after many beings, my mate included. Fantasies of passion, both sexual and murderous have filled your gaze and thoughts. I have seen it. It’s all there in your mind, unprotected and exposed. Tell me, Aldric, why is that?”
“I have nothing to hide. I am not ashamed of my desires, no matter how dark and corrupted they may seem to be.” The burning was still there in his gaze as he lifted his head and squared his shoulders. He was emboldened and reckless and one quick glance to Rhysand’s carefully composed face told you that Aldric had just made his last move in this twisted game of theirs.
“For those crimes, we ask you to pay with your eyes,” Rhysand’s voice was deep, powerful, and you shuddered against him as the shadows made quick work of utterly wrecking Aldric’s eyes. His scream fell on deaf ears, none caring that this measly elemental was being torn apart by the High Lord.
You supposed it said quite a lot about who you had become that rather than be disgusted by this torturous, public, punishment you felt aroused. There was an undeniable heat pooling between your thighs as you watched your mate’s stronger, darker magic—the magic that made him the High Lord—tear this insignificant being apart piece by piece. It was a graphic display, a goreish show, that had many turning away. Even there in the Hewn City, it was almost too horrifying. You, however, could see it for what it truly was. In the most twisted way, it was a demonstration not only of the High Lord's true power, but of the undying, unconditional love he felt for you, his mate, his High Lady.
Try as you may, you couldn’t ignore that burning heat within you, that flame of arousal. You worried your lower lip between your teeth as you debated what to do. The logical solution was to be as patient as you were able; Rhysand always took such good care of you, knew exactly how to use his mouth, fingers, and cock to make you sing in pleasure. However, a larger part of you wanted to have him right there, audience be damned. Let them see. Let them all see how well Rhysand claimed you and how he was hopelessly yours as much as you were undeniably his.
It was a thought that certainly had its merits.
Your fingers wandered down the expanse of your abdomen, around your hip to your lower back where the fastens that held your skirt together resided. With a practiced ease you worked them open, sighing in relief as the immense amount of fabric fell down, pooling at your feet. You stepped out of the skirt, pushing it aside with your foot, and were happy that the cloak Rhysand had insisted on wearing was large enough to cover your now nude lower half.
You brought your hand back around to the small patch of hair resting just above your slick folds, dragging your fingers down to press against your entrance. A low hiss escaped you as they slipped in with ease, surprised by how wet you were already. Your gaze locked onto the slowly diminishing form of Aldric, each scream that erupted from his mouth sending a shiver down your spine because you knew that he was suffering because he dared to look at and touch something that was forbidden to him.
The scent of your arousal was evident to everyone present; they could smell your slick as you worked yourself open, quivering against your mate’s side and moaning into the darkness. You felt Rhysand’s grip on you tighten and all but shivered as he turned dark, hungry eyes towards you. He flicked his wrist again, his gaze solely focused on your face, and he watched as your pupils dilated with a desperate need at the sound of Aldric’s tormented wails. You could so clearly see the depravity in his violet eyes and eagerly met it with your own. It was a look that said I see you and I love you and accept you and Rhysand let out an almost choked sound at the sight of it.
You gasped as Rhysand turned to face you fully, pulling you close and grinding your bodies together as he bent down to lick his way into your mouth. His left hand wandered down the planes of your skin, joining your own at your dripping cunt. You cried out, using your free hand to grab onto the front of his tunic as he pressed one, two, three of his thick fingers into you, thrusting in and out alongside your own smaller digits.
You chanced a look back at Aldric and watched as his arm slowly came undone in perfect synchronization with Rhysand’s own gentle touch to your arm. The same happened again as Rhysand dragged his hand up to grip your chin, forcing you to look back at him as he surged forward and captured your mouth once more, his other hand still fucking you open relentlessly. The knowledge that for every inch of you that Rhysand touched Aldric would lose that part simultaneously produced an especially delicious-smelling gush of slick from you and you moaned as Rhysand brought an utterly soaked hand to his mouth and licked it clean.
“Rhys,” you pleaded, sighing in relief when his fingers entered you once more, “Please. Claim me. Mate me again. Show them we are equals.” The implication of your words was understood by all in attendance and Rhysand, who normally took a pause to verify you truly wanted to be ravaged so thoroughly by him, unleashed a sound that was positively bestial as he gripped the corset and blouse you were wearing and tore them asunder.
His hands gripped your waist, dragging you down to the ground with him, into the dust beneath your feet. It was a filthy thing, one that to many would be seen as unfit for a fae of his standing, but neither of you cared. The ferocity with which Rhysand flipped you around, edging you onto your hands and knees—soaked entrance on display like a bitch in heat—sent a full body shudder through you, getting a thrill at seeing your mate so unhinged.
The sound of Rhysand untying the fastens of his trousers was familiar and you pressed back harder against him, hoping to feel some of the cock you knew he was freeing. You could feel yourself gushing, slick spilling out of you as Rhysand rubbed the head of his thick cock against your wet entrance. Rhysand’s normally calm outward appearance was ripped away as Aldric let out a particularly blood curdling cry, his body disintegrating as Rhysand fucked into you in one fluid movement.
The lack of care you felt in that moment for Aldric should have, perhaps, frightened you. But the sight of his body blasting apart and then dissolving into ash and dust sent a shiver down your spine. It was a brutal, grotesque, thing, but it was a sign that your mate loved you, truly, madly, deeply. If the visual display from the High Lord of Night was not enough, the way he took you, claimed you, in front of all present, was another reminder.
You took in that glorious cock, moaning at the curve of it. It was a proud, thick, thing and you shuddered as you felt it throb within you. Then, you rocked back against Rhysand, urging him on, wanting more. The base part of your brain, that seemed fond of taking over whenever Rhysand was more feral, was desperate to be glutted with his seed, to be bred and filled with a new life in front of the ashen remains of someone who thought they could have you.
Rhysand was a bestial thing, his grip on your hips firm, keeping you still as he pounded into you. Growls tore out of his throat as his mouth moved against your flesh, biting and sucking all over to mark you, to show any who dared look that you had a lover, a mate, and that he had staked his claim. You were helpless, only able to angle your body to make the slide of his cock easier, allowing him deeper. The speed with which he took you was nearly too much, yet you were thriving, your muscles convulsing around him as he drove into you.
He thrust in deep and perfect and you threw your head back, exposing more of your neck to his mouth. You screamed your pleasure, and pleaded for him to continue, begged for him to finally claim you. He bit down and your’s eyes widened in surprise as you felt a sudden surge of his power course through your veins, pulsing through every inch of your being. His tongue darted out to lick at the traces of blood seeping out of his claiming mark and you hissed in delight at the sensation.
“I love you. You rare, beautiful thing. My mate, my wife, my High Lady.” Rhysand’s voice was barely recognizable, more of a growl than anything else. His hips stuttered as he spoke and he bit down once more as he emptied himself into you. The feeling of his hot seed spilling into you, stuffing you full of him, had you screaming as you came at last.
Rhysand’s mouth was licking and kissing along the mark he had made and you groaned as he shifted. You could feel him in every fiber of your being and finally felt complete. ‘This’, you thought, ‘this is what I was missing.’ Rhysand hoisted you up with ease, standing with you still stuffed full of his cock and seed. He moved you slowly, turning you so your legs could wrap around his waist and you wanted to laugh at how ridiculous it must have looked to your audience, but refrained. Instead, you gasped once more as Rhysand carefully pulled out, his cum leaking out of you and onto the ground below.
What a waste.
You couldn’t help but hum in agreement. Though that was a conversation for another time.
Rhysand’s hands were on your rear, keeping you supported as he looked around at the group surrounding you. There was a dangerous look in his eyes again, silently reminding them all to stay in their place.
“Someone clean up this mess,” Rhysand snapped, his voice rough and guttural and you delighted at the sound of it, “The High Lady and I are going to retire for the evening.” The High Lady. You grinned wildly at the sound of that. It was merely a title at the end of the day, but it spoke volumes and told all the fae in attendance that you were their ruler, that you were his equal and were not to be trifled with.
“Thank you, my darling,” You whispered against the shell of one of his pointed ears, your tone sincere and full of the love you held for him. You peppered kisses along his handsome face, neck, and shoulder and Rhysand gave an approving hum before whispering a promise, “For you, my love, my life, anything.”
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im lit so here’s something with keigo
tw: drug use (weed), some spice and some fluff
you and your boyfriend love to get high.
you and keigo have a small cabinet dedicated to your smoking habits. little bongs, a few pipes of cool or unique designs, your stash box of course, some novelty grinders, and flavored papers for rolling. it’s funny because you guys have more things to smoke weed out of than the actual weed.
“i can’t wait to try the peach one! i hope it’s as good as the strawberries!” you express from the kitchen as you pour two glasses of pineapple juice. keigo picked up an eighth on the way home along with new flavored rolling papers to try out. you’d been stuck on the strawberry flavored ones for a bit and wanted to try something new.
keigo is carefully packing the ground up flower into his perfectly rolled cone. you were decent at it but he was definitely better so he’s the designated joint roller between the two of you. “i still really like the cookies one, those are my favorites.” he comments as he finishes up packing the flower into the cone.
coming to join him on the couch, you set down the glasses of juice onto the coffee table and watch your boyfriend finish up rolling the joint. you look at the cute design of smiley faces on the paper, a little surprised that there weren’t pictures of peaches for a peach flavor. that was the case for the strawberries and cookies paper the two of had tried before.
“alrighty, all good to go!” keigo finishes off the tip to the joint and presents it in front of you. “pretty right?”
“oh me? thank you baby.” you giggle as you put away the rolling tray and grinder into its designated spot.
like the gentleman he is, Keigo always gives you first turn. he places the joint between your lips and lights it for you, his eyes trained on the flame of the lighter before pulling it away. he begins to tell you about his day as you take your first few hits from the joint. you can taste the subtle peach flavor and smack your lips with a happy hum before handing your boyfriend the joint for his turn.
back and forth the two of smoke and make conversation about each other’s day or over gossip you heard recently. when there’s only the roach left, keigo stubs out the rest of it on the ashtray before leaning back to get comfortable on the couch and pulling you in to join him.
you’ve got a roster of things the two of you like to watch while high and your favorite are cooking asmr videos. specifically baking and watching bento boxes get made, it’s just so satisfying to watch. and luckily keigo is also the chef between the two of you so even when he’s high, he makes note of certain recipes that you point out and say you’d like to try.
sometimes you smoke to sleep, smoke to make the time pass by, smoke to paint when a creative mood strikes, and you smoke to fuck also.
keigo’s eyes are trained on the video of custard cream donuts being made when your hand sneaks beneath his gray sweats and carefully cups his balls through his boxer briefs. he doesn’t mind making the first move but he loves when you do it first. it’s just so cute how you’re so casual about it now when he remembers fondly how shy you were at first. without being asked, he spreads his legs a touch wider as you massage him in the palm of your hand.
his dick slowly starts to swell and his mind swims through a dreamy cotton as the video shows the prepared dough being fried into donuts of a beautiful golden brown. he’s half hard when you move from massaging his balls to carefully stroking the outline of his cock through the material of his underwear. keigo only sighs through his nose as you idly pet him, his arm remaining curled around your waist while your head is tucked under his chin.
“off please?” you ask simply when you tug on the hem of his t-shirt. keigo obliges you and also pushes down his underwear and sweats. your own clothes join his on the floor, leaving the both of you naked in your own living room. “can i suck you off kei?”
he gives you a dopey smile and jerks his cock in his hand, feeling how hard he is in his own palm and excited to get your cute lips wrapped around his cock. “all yours dovey.”
keigo loves when the two of you are high and decide to fuck. he loves how much more slower it feels and there’s just more appreciation when the two of you take your time while the high stays with you. he shuts his eyes and forgets all about the queue of videos lined up the entertain the two of you. how could he care about watching macaroons being made and the pleasant sound of baking utensils and ingredients recorded into a microphone when the best sounds he hears are how sloppy you get on his dick?
“aw yeah baby, get fuckin’ sloppy down there. take me all the way and gag on this dick—fuck!” keigo groans as you deepthroat him and make his eyes roll to the back of his head. sometimes he’s torn between just closing his eyes and feeling everything or watching just to memorize how beautifully you suck his cock. sometimes you overwhelm him with your skill, when you show enthusiasm and you hold all the power while he’s helpless to the drowning pleasure you’ve learned while with him. sometimes he overwhelms you by being a bit forceful, fucking hard and fast into your mouth that it brings tears to your eyes and leaving you a drooling mess.
his dick is soaking wet with your spit when you decide to sit on his lap. “wait wait, baby i want your pussy on my face.” keigo wants to return the favor but you whine that you want him in you now, gasping when you carefully push the tip inside yourself. he couldn’t deny you when he craves your wet and tight warmth just as badly as you want to be filled full of him. “no dovey, i’ll take care of you. ride me another time.”
you don’t get much argument when you’re manhandled onto your back against the soft cushions of your couch. but you can’t find it in you to argue when keigo sensually moves his hips to fuck his cock into you. it feels good and it feels like heaven when the two of you fuck when you’re high. time slows down around you and you only become aware of each other, engrossed in one another that’s so sickeningly sweet you’d think the two of you are still in the honeymoon phase.
“kei, feels good… really good.” you croon into his ear and cherish how he moans. one hand is tangled in his hair and the other one slowly scratches down his back to leave red trails into his skin. it’s a pleasant sting that doesn’t take away from the high but makes it better instead.
his face is tucked into your neck, your soft tits are pressed against his own chest as you have your arms hugged around him, he’s moaning and panting as he gets closer to his finish. keigo doesn’t even need to look to know that you creamed on his cock because you’ve become dumb and incoherent anyway. you can barely form two words together, only capable of those cute whimpers and moans that he’s loved to hear since the first time the two of you fucked.
but you’re not as gone as he thinks you are because he feels one of your hands grasp the back of his neck and all you do is whimper, “so close baby, fill me up please…”
it drives him crazy and he desperately fucks until he’s given you what you asked for. keigo gasps and groans as he fills you up with his cum, and then he’s practically putty when you whisper against his ear, “thank you baby.”
keigo only lets you lay back and be comfortable as he cleans you up. his high has waned off a little but it’s nothing that another joint can’t fix. you’re naked underneath the soft throw blanket and still watching baking videos while he fetches snacks from the pantry, also naked. when he returns, he can still see how the high remains with you and follows your finger when you point to the screen and tell him, “try making that one!”
he agrees, bookmarking the video to follow the recipe another time before joining you underneath the blanket. but even as the videos move on from baking to potato croquettes being fried, keigo’s mind still thinks of those custard donuts he was watching while you were between his legs. he caught a glance at one of the donuts being piped full of the custard and overflowing with cream.
just like he did with you.
“hand me my phone dovey.” he asks of you since his phone is on your side of the couch. he’s scrolling through a food delivery app and searching for a specific bakery that he knows will deliver. when you ask what food he wants delivered, he answers with a big smile and eyes still red from the high, “custard donuts.”
#inspired by this baking youtube channel i watch when i’m super lit#hawks x reader#takami keigo x reader#keigo x reader#hawks smut#hawks fluff
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Book release day! Very queer, very trans, very fun~~ <3
🚨📚 Today is the Canadian release day for my new book Gender/Fucking: The Pleasures and Politics of Living in a Gendered Body! Reviews of the book and links to where you can get it are at the bottom of this post.
But first, some pictures!
Asking what we can learn from sexual arousal, the book takes an incredibly raw and thought-provoking look at community, queerness, fetishization, trauma, and hope. The book tricks you into reading theory by sandwiching it in erotica. Or maybe it tricks you into reading erotica by sandwiching it in theory? I don’t know anymore...
I decided to go with an indie press that believed in the book and its transformative potential. But it means we don’t have the marketing budget of Penguin et al. I really need your collective help with spreading the word about it. Because it could benefit so many.
Early readers told me it’s a book that unmakes you and puts you back together piece by piece. It hurts, it troubles, and it nourishes. It gives voice to truths that were hidden deep in your bones. That’s how I felt writing it, and what I hope I get to share with all readers. I was using the expression “academic smut” to describe the book, but someone said it might be better called “smut therapy.”
I’ve joked a few times with friends that this is a book best read one orgasm per chapter. But it has more than a grain of truth to it. I do believe that we can learn from arousal, instead of seeing it as the antithesis of knowledge. Don’t disavow the truths of the body.
The book is an ode to the messiness of human experience. I wrote it as a way of healing and of connecting with others. While I foremost wrote it with other queer and trans people in mind, everyone can see themselves in this book and gain from it. We all share in humanity.
This year has been rough, between the intense harassment, death threats, and hate hitting really close to home. Knowing that this book was coming out has sustained me. Knowing that I would have this moment of community, of shared passion, has been a balm on those psychic wounds.
Once you get your copy, post pictures and share your impressions as you read under the hashtag #GenderFucking. You can also tag me! This book is a journey. You will feel deeply. You will have many thoughts. Some challenging, some cathartic, some freeing. All worthwhile.
You can also help me out by posting reviews on Goodreads and Amazon. If you want to write a longer review for a blog or a magazine, or suggest it for review at your favourite newspaper or magazine, that would be tremendous! All help spreading the word is truly appreciated.
Ignite the flames of passion and curiosity. Join me in embracing the raw, vibrant truth of our gendered existence.
𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤:
“This book is a light among a sea of uncertainty and darkness.” -Haley (spoonie.reads)
“This book aroused me, laid bare my trauma, and rang a bell deep in my soul. […] This book could change your life. It changed mine.” -Gwen Marshall, philosopher
“Transsexuality has never been sexier.” -Cáel Keegan, author of Lana and Lilly Wachowski: Sensing Transgender
“By introducing new ways of thinking about love, sex, relationships, and the impending future, this book meditates on the stigma against daring to have a body—and especially a transfeminine body—in public space.” -Amy Marvin, author of Laughing at Trans Women: A Theory of Transmisogyny
For longer reviews, head on over to Goodreads.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐲:
Find a local bookstore in Canada by using the “shop local” function of this website.
For a partial list of bookstores in Canada and elsewhere.
For the ‘muricans among you.
#transgender#trans#lgbtq#queer#lgbtqia#gay#lesbian#lgbt#books#trans lit#trans literature#literature#smut#wlw#sapphic#bisexual#pansexual#nonbinary#trans woman#trans women#trans joy#transfem#transmasc#bookworm#booklr#bookblr#book quotes#books & libraries#reading#books and reading
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The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.
// Fyodor Dostoievski, The Brothers Karamazov
#ph#photography#venice#venezia#italia#italy#travel photography#water#sunset#blue#art#fyodor dostoyevsky smut#the brothers karamazov#q#quote#literature#russian lit#classic literature
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roleplay partner required
this one's for those who are in the need of a long-term kpop roleplay partner and still searching. hello, love ♡ keep reading, this is for you. (minors dni, 18+ only!!)
!! THIS IS A MXM REQUEST ONLY, i don't do mxf and fxf.
i'm looking for someone i can share my passion for writing and kpop with. i am that type of person who falls in love with the characters and talks a lot about them/sends pics, gifs or vids, so if you think we have that in common, i'd love us to try something together. i know there are a lot of people out there appreciating the writing silently, but i can't really just write without any feedback at all. i'm not into dry conversations/roleplay/ideas. let's manifest together freely, life's more beautiful this way, trust me.
i am not really pretentious when it comes to the writing style, my only request will be to not write a line, like the bare minimum. if we want this to work, i'd like to feel a little more passion into it. i'm all in for smut, angst, drama, fluff, you name it! anything BUT FANTASY and SUPERNATURAL themes would do.
also, i'd like to establish a nice and pleasing communication between me and my partner. we can talk about anything ooc, apart from ooc drama and trauma dumping. we can let each other know about our thoughts&ideas and absence because anything's better than ghosting each other, right? i'd love to have a cozy, comforting experience and i wish that for you, as well in a safe space, hopefully. and, if we feel like things don't work between us, i'd like to let us know about how we feel, that's really important to me, cause who doesn't need a little bit of validation?
since you've reached this part successfully, it means (hopefully) that i caught your attention, so hear me out cause i'm about to tell you about the muses i have in mind :D : i'm interested in an ateez roleplay (i can play just anyone you want, i don't mind since i'm an ot8 stan), seventeen (minghao, wonwoo, hoshi, mingyu, s.coups, jeonghan & joshua), stray kids (hyunjin, jisung & minho), zb1 (ricky), oneus (hwanwoong & leedo), enhypen (heeseung) and monsta x (changkyun & kihyun). i'm not into forming famous ships, we can pair the couple(s) however we please (they could be from the same group or different groups, i don't mind).
now, if i convinced you that we can be a fine match, leave a ♥ to this post and i'll contact you in no time or simply text me, we can talk in detail, in private!
#kpop rp#krp#krp 1x1#krp ad#krp lit#ateez rp#seventeen rp#oneus rp#zb1 rp#stray kids rp#kpop roleplay#krp promo#monsta x rp#enhypen rp#mxm rp#mxm smut#mxm roleplay#bxblove#bxb roleplay#bxb rp
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Sharing An Umbrella & Pressing Their Foreheads Together- Prompts 25 & 28
***Lit SMUT***
Casual Affections: w/Alfie Solomon’s
Word Count: 1,927
WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Themes of Rape, Lit Graphic Blood, and Lit SMUT
A/N: Thank You for everyone who read my latest prompt Drabble I did of Thomas Shelby. I’m really starting to love doing these one-shots/Drabbles so I decided to make another one but this time with the big browsing beer himself Alfie Solomon’s. I hope you all enjoy this new Drabble I made up and again thank you guys for reading. As always please comment, like, and reblog it’ll mean a lot for the channel and I appreciate every single one of you all. You all have a good morning, afternoon, or evening wherever you are in the world. And without further ado Enjoy!!! And always catch you in the next one. See Ya!!!
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The gray clouds overshadowed the loud streets of Camden Town while the sound of Tatiana's clicking heels was heard underneath the gray pavement. Reaching the front doors of the rum distillery Tatiana was greeted by Ollie who gave a small smile at her.
“Good evening miss, sorry for calling you in such an unnoticed circumstance. Bella, unfortunately, decided to quit on the spot thinking that it was too much for her to handle Aflie’s requests. But we appreciate it very much for you to come over,” Ollie said walking beside Tatiana as the two walked to Alfie’s office.
“It's my pleasure so don't worry about it, the more money the better yea?” she said with a smile and wink which Ollie only nodded his head in agreement.
However, what Ollie didn't know is that both Alfie and Tatiana have been having a secret relationship together behind his back as well as the workers inside the distillery. Alfie hired Tatiana almost 6 months ago, looking for someone that could fit his needs and obligations as a tasting associate. And who made sure that the rums tasted right and had the right amount of flavor, which she didn’t mind doing such a hard job. That is when Tatiana saw a flyer that got her attention seeing that the payment and days fairly fitted her schedule. She also knew how to speak three languages including her native tongue from Germany which Alfie never expected to see from a woman like Tatiana. He liked her attitude, her honesty, and her will to go up for a challenge, but what mostly caught Alfie’s attention was the beauty that she was gifted with. Thinking how out of every woman in London Tatiana seemed different and unique which is why Alfie chose her. As time went by Alfie always kept an eye out for her whenever other men tried to get too close or tried touching her in any inappropriate way. Since being the only woman in the distillery there will always be eyes looking her way. Wanted to get a piece of her for fun and fucking than anything else which almost did happen to Tatiana after 4 weeks she got the job.
“If you dare scream out for help, I’m going to bash your head against these barrels you understand?” Said Morris, one of the workers gripping his right hand around her neck.
He rolled her onto her stomach now gripping her from behind her neck. Tatiana only managed to let out small quiet whimpers under her breath expecting the worst yet to come. She then felt Morris roughly pulling down her black panties exposing her buttocks and Morris felt his erection start to grow. She then heard him grunt in annoyance while having trouble unbuckling his belt with his free hand. Tatiana then saw in the corner of her right eye a small pocket knife. Slowly reaching out to it and in a quick flash stabbed Morris in his left eye letting out a painful scream.
“AHHHH, you fucking bitch!” He wailed out releasing her from his grip and she ran her way out of the building while pulling up her panties back.
Tatiana quickly made her chin way towards the exit passing by many rows of barrels daring to not look behind her back. She then saw the front doors of the distillery until she felt hands hoisting her back from freedom.
“NO. Let me go! Help someone please!” She called out while Morris now half of his face all bloodied up hit the side of her hide against one of the closeted barrels making her fall to the floor.
She was semi-unconscious, her vision form blurs in her eyes while hearing a ringing in her ears thinking that this was the end of her. She felt the warm blood streaming down the right side of her face. Slowly trying to crawl away from Morris but then gripped her black raven hair with his right hand. He was tilting her head back as she locked eyes with him.
“You got what you deserved and now if you would shut the hell up. Let me enjoy every inch of you that I have been wanting for so long,” he said slowly lifting her white shirt while her eyes started to doze off between being awake and passing out.
But from behind Morris two strong hands were placed between his shoulders until he was facing into the eyes of his own boss.
“Now that is no way in treatin’ a woman like that eh?” Alfie said as he gave a big sharp stab on the right side of Morris’s head his eyes went wide open as the last he saw was darkness consuming his body.
Morris' lifeless body landed in a loud thud on the floor Alfie made his way toward Tatiana. Who lay on her left side trying to keep herself awake but couldn’t. Without losing any more time Alfie took her to a hospital that was near the distillery. He tried keeping her awake while his driver pressed on the Gad as much as he could.
“Tatiana love, stay with me you're going to be fine love. Just a little further and you’ll get fixed up in no time yea?” Alfie said trying to make small talk to her which she found soothing just by listening to him speak.
After the incident, Tatiana was skeptical to go back to work with Alfie. Thinking at any moment other men like Morris would try to do the same thing to her. But Alfie tried to convince her to come back and reassured her that he would not let anyone lay a single hand again. She didn't believe him one bit that it made her leave the job for a good month or so. Tatiana decided to move back to her hometown thinking of starting a new life again than staying in London. She felt that it was the right thing to do at that time. Alfie begged her to stay when he came to visit her one night in the apartment where she lived.
“I promise to keep you safe if any of those fuckers ever think of being near you or lay a single finger on you. I swear upon my word, I’ll fuckin’ kill them without feeling no remorse. Please, Tatiana, stay with me, I beg of you darlin’. I… I love you.”
And with those three simple words, Tatiana has stayed with Alfie ever since until now. As they reached Alfie’s office’s front door, Ollie then softly knocked a few times hearing his boss call out for them to come in. Making their way inside Alfie was busy reading some work paper until he looked up to see Titiana removing his spectacles from his eyes.
“Ollie do me a favor and organize these papers for me yea? I would like to speak with Titiana privately. Your dismissed,” Alfie said as he handed over the pile of papers to his young secretary.
Once they heard the door close Alfie walked his way over to Titiana grabbing both of her small hands. She let out a small smile as both lovers were pressing their foreheads together.
“You don't know how long I have been wanting to see you all day my love. Now that you are here, I’m happier to finally feel and touch you,” he said wrapping his arms around her small waist until his lips clashed against Titiana’s thinly smooth lips.
The kiss became ever so tender and sweet, as it was more than just a simple innocent peck on the lips. Both Alfie’s and Titiana’s breathing became louder as he thrust ever so hotly inside her wet walls. The desk underneath them started to make creaking sounds as she kissed the side of his neck. Consuming his great hard manhood as he continued to go in and out of her ever so deliciously. Once they felt both of them coming to the fullest, Alfie gently bit down on her right shoulder. As his warm white semen filled the inside of her wet core, feeling her warm breath next to his left ear. They both regained their breathes as Alfie planted another sweet kiss on her lips
“I will never get tired of this with you my lovely pet, you are all mine to possess and to give my love to,” he said nuzzling his nose against Titiana’s while she caressed the back of his head knowing that he is also hers and nobody else's.
Some hours later, nighttime concealed throughout the dimly lit streets along with some gentle raindrops pouring from the heavens. Alfie and Tatiana were the last ones to close up the distillery, Ollie bid them a farewell goodnight to the two secret lovers. Once the doors were tightly locked in, Tatiana extended her right hand out feeling the small cold drops of rain upon her palm. She let out a small chuckle letting her other hand out in front of her both hands held out. Tatiana, without noticing her movements, felt her entire body be one under the rain. She happily twirled in a circle enjoying the soft cold rain covering all over her face and body. Enjoying her little dance in the rain, Alfie found this sweet moment heartwarming thinking of how wonderful she can be in many different ways. Feeling her surroundings going in slow motion, Tatiana came to a full stop as she looked back at Alfie. Seeing himself now under an umbrella that was keeping him from getting wet from the rain. She smiled in his direction seeing him walking forward toward her as the shade of the silky material covered both her and Alfie.
“Why are you my beautiful treacle?” he said as they were both now sharing an umbrella together only for her to giggle at his admiration.
“I could ask you the same thing Alfie, why did you have to choose me over any other woman in this immense town?” she questioned him back placing her hand over his muscular hand that he was holding onto the handle of the brolly.
“I guess you could say it was fate that made us be together but what matters the most to me. That I love you so much, and my heart will beat for only you whenever you are present in front of my eyes,” said Alfie, placing his free hand against her left wet cheek and feeling her face flush red.
“I also think fate brought us here knowing how much of a loving, protective, and kind man you are to me. And I also love you more my Alfie Solomon’s like you don’t imagine,” she said, placing her left hand on top of his as they gaze into their eyes more deeply embracing the moment together.
“Oh, my treacle, how did I get this lucky with you eh? And what say you and I take a long hot bath when we get home now yea? What do you think about that love? Will you join me, my dove?” he said with a cheeky smile on his face that Tatiana knew the answer to his request.
“Then what are we waiting for my love, let’s go take that warm bath before it gets more late. After you my big lovely king,” she said as both lovers walked their way towards her apartment, tempted to already wanting to share that hot bath they both knew how it would turn out to be the rest of the cold rainy night.
#tom hardy#tom hardy imagine#fanfic#tom hardy fanfic#tom hardy fanfiction#tom hardy icons#fluff#alfie solomons#tom hardy x reader#lit smut#alfie solomons x oc#alfie solomons smut#alfie solomons fanfiction#peaky blinders x reader#alfie#Tom hardy peaky blinders#tom hardy alfie#peaky blinders prompts#prompt challenge#recommend prompts#prompts challenge#casual affections prompt#peaky blinders masterlist
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hi hello, many new faces here! thank you for all the love this week 🥹🫶 A new full-length fic is coming hopefully early this week and then shorter requests/drabbles will continue to be fulfilled. I’m sorry for not responding to all my messages and replies lately but I do read them and I am immensely grateful for all your kind words. They really do keep me going 🥹🩷 also working on updating my WIPs to keep me organized but if you’ve sent a request just know it’s been queued and it’s likely being worked on already! Super excited for this next fic hehe ily all
#skz#stray kids#skz smut#stray kids hard hours#skz scenarios#THANK U FOR ALMOST 3K NOTES ON LIT??#AND ALMOST 2K FOLLOWERS#ILY ALL
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KPOP roleplay partners!!!!
Hi, i have been really open to finding more roleplay partners and I really wanna do more kpop rps, I am. 19 so I prefer 18+ to rp with if you are interested..
Some groups I wanna rp w/:
Tomorrow x Together (rlly wanna do)
Enhypen
Seventeen
Ateez
BTS
Straykids
some rules:
be 18+
I only do member x member no ocs.
have discord
be friendly and patient
smut is allowed just not the whole rp
lastly, no over the top angst or anything super triggering.
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if you are interested just like this post / message me/ or comment! <3
#roleplay#bl rp#bxbrp#gxg rp#roleplay request#discord rp#gxg angst#bxb angst#kpop smut#kpop rp#krp#txt rp#stray kids rp#kpop#literate roleplay#literate rp#bxb smut#krp lit#enhypen rp#bts rp#tomorrow x together rp#anime rp
#roleplay#bl rp#bxbrp#gxg rp#roleplay request#discord rp#gxg angst#bxb angst#kpop smut#kpop rp#krp#txt rp#stray kids rp#kpop#literate roleplay#literate rp#bxb smut#krp lit#enhypen rp#bts rp#tomorrow x together rp#rp
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Rp on disc is since I haven't been much active in here??? mostly interested in m/m ,f/m ..or any i don't mind any ic /oc, since I often rp any kind of plot w sfw/ nsfw.
#skz rp#mxm rp#krp#kpop roleplay#discord 1x1#open rp#rough cnc#smut rp#indie discord rp#indie rp#indie smut rp#indie roleplay#discord smut rp#krp lit
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Also, HOOOOO BUT DARKLINA THIS SEASON IS *REALLY* DOING IT FOR ME.
(Maybe because I'm a messy bitch who loves me some narrative foils and angsty plot drama and all that, but they meet in dreams every night and they clearly wanna hatesex so bad and Alina insists she's not like him while becoming more like him all the time and seductively shrugs off her kefta to announce she's not wearing his color again WHILE SHE IS WEARING AN ALL BLACK DRESS AND LOOKING AT HIM LIKE HE SHOULD TOUCH HER IF HE DARES AND HEEEEEEEERE COME THE PARALLEEEEEEEEELSSSS)
/breathes heavily
#hilary for ts#darklina#sab spoilers#that chemistry man#hnngh#anyway in other news that smut gonna be lit#(uh. literally. so.)
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