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today's a national holiday!
#it is officially sept 27 jst—time to celebrate!#mob psycho 100#mp100#tome kurata#mod posts#edit: this info comes from the official fanbook#first time we can celebrate her birthday properly!
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Birthday Celebrations (Teen Dad!OP81)
(Part 5 of my Teen Dad AU [can be read in any order])
Summary: The Piastri twins, with the help of their mom, try to make their Dad’s 23rd birthday as special as it can be.
Warnings: I am currently pregaming a pregame so I am not writing this while sober. Also I decided to make this super fluffy because it only makes Tensions Rise so much sadder.
A/N: Name reveal for the twins! Also this takes place before Tensions Rise, which originally took place at the Silverstone GP but I have changed it to Suzuka :)
6 am on April 6th, Honey woke up to her alarm. It was earlier than she would usually wake up. On most days, her 3 year olds woke her up at around 7:30, but today she decided to make sure she was waking up ahead of them, in order to intercept any attempts to wake up Oscar on his 23rd birthday.
She had finished decorating the kitchen when she heard tiny footsteps approaching. Two bleary-eyed toddlers entered the kitchen and looked around, eyes opening wide with a sort of wonder only young children seem to have, as they saw all the balloons and streamers around the room.
“Hi babies, are you excited for today?” Honey asked as she hugged each of her kids. Seeing the confusion appear on their faces, she added, “It's your dad’s birthday! And I think it's about time to wake him up. Are you both ready?”
She was met with enthusiastic nods and once promising that they would get the cake they so desired, she held both their hands as she quietly opened her bedroom door, letting the twins loose to wake their dad up.
Oscar had been blissfully asleep when he felt weight on him, suddenly throwing him out of sleep. Immediately concerned, he sat up with an impressive amount of swiftness before he realized it was his children sitting on top of him.
“Happy birthday Daddy!” They both screamed at the same time, immediately shoving the cards they had made him a few days prior in his face. They couldn’t write properly yet, so Honey transcribed what the scribbles meant in her much nicer handwriting below.
“Aw, thank you both. What a frightening but sweet way to wake up.” He said as he gave them both a kiss on the head. He then turned to Honey, who had let the toddlers get their moment with him. Kissing him passionately, the adults only stopped once they heard the ‘ew’s from their two kids.
“Happy birthday, darling.” She said as she handed him a jewelry box.
“I thought we said no gifts for holidays? That the money should go towards the kids?” Oscar asked as he held the box.
“That was when we were teens and you weren’t making F1 money.” She sassily replied.
Opening the box, he was confused when he saw two gold bands inside, a perfect fit for his and Honey’s ring fingers.
“Look at the engravings.” She quickly added. There, the names Frances and Hudson were engraved, the names belonging to the two kids sitting next to them on the bed. “I thought I would buy the bands ahead of time. I know we aren’t getting married for a bit but I really wanted to add their names to the inside and knew you aren’t big on getting gifts. Think of it as our first step towards our wedding” She rambled. She got nervous the longer he stared at the gift, was it too soon? Did he hate it?
“Honey, this is the sweetest thing ever.” He said as he began to tear up. They hadn’t started wedding planning, with how busy things had been, it seemed impossible to find the time. This was the first real step towards their forever. As he looked at them, it finally settled in how much he needed to marry her as soon as he could.
“God I can’t wait to marry you.” He whispered, more to himself than to her.
“I can’t wait to marry you too, Oscar. Now, let's go feed these hungry kids. I made special birthday pancakes.”
#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 x reader#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri imagine
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Both Herve and Charles being enamored by your back on the black-less dress you are wearing for Charles' birthday party
"Hervé, can you go and tell papa that we don't need any more spoons, please?", you asked your toddler, seeing him grab the spare ones and head for the kitchen, "I'm going upstairs and change quickly before everyone arrives", you told him and Pascale who was sitting on the sofa with Amélie on her arms, "okay, chérie, I'll keep this one entertained", your mother in law assured.
You didn't want to go over the top for the celebrations, after all, you had a small gathering with close friends and family at your house and since the weather seemed to be a bit uncertain, you opted to keep it inside instead of the garden, but it was also your husband's birthday, so it was worth to dress up a little still. Pining your hair back as you knew that soon enough you'd be helping with the rest and bringing food from the kitchen, you did one final check in the mirror before grabbing the dress from the hanger. It was a simple cut, the backless detail getting all the attention as it was carefully tailored to fit your body properly.
Walking downstairs, you could already hear voices of the guests and their laughter and your toddler running around with your friends' kids, "Hi, guys! I'm so glad you could make it!", you said, greeting them as you walked along the living room before you heard your son gasp. Looking around for him and expecting him to be hurt, you were met with an enamored expression, "Mama! Tu es si belle!", he smiled, running so he could hug you, his hands travelling to your back as he kissed your cheeks repeatedly, delighting everyone who saw the moment, "your dress is very pretty!", he said, kicking his legs as yiu put him down so he could look at your ba k closely, "Papa! Have you seen mama's dress?", he called.
Charles had been in the kitchen washing his hands before he heard his son, walking to meet you, "no, buddy, I haven't. What's- oh, wow", he let out. Approaching you, your husband held out his hand so you could twirl, "you look gorgeous, amour", he said, stealing a kiss from the corner of your lips.
"She does, right, papa?", Hervé smiled, leaving to play with his friends and leaving you a blushing mess, "alright, alright, it's probably the first time I'm wearing something that isn't lounge wear or jeans since giving birth to this little gorgeous lady", you said, holding out your arms to get Amélie from Pascale so she could, too, enjoy the party as you felt all eyes on you, "but let's eat some food, yes?".
While the guests went around the tables and ate and drunk, Charles stayed back with you, his hands going from your back and up and down to your waist as he kissed your neck, "you truly do look gorgeous, amour, absolutely breath taking".
Throught the afternoon, it was clear that both of your boys loved how the piece looked on you. Charles sat next to you anytime he could, even if he was talking to someone else, and Hervé would come up to you to give you kisses and compliments every now and again, staying next to you as well as he played with his sister, "are you having a conversation? What is it about?", Marta asked your youngest as she hesrd her babbles, "Amélie was telling me that mama looks even prettier in her dress", Hervé smiled as Charles nodded in agreement.
"I'm being very very spoiled with compliments from my boys today", you smiled, kissing both of their cheeks, "You deserve it, amour".
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Hiiii since it’s my birthday really soon, can I get Hu Tao, Yae Miko, Chiori, UMP45 and Makoto from P5 celebrating readers birthday?? Maybe a surprise party?!?!?!?!
(Genshin Impact/GFL/P5) Hu Tao, Yae Miko, Chiori, UMP45, and Makoto celebrating Reader's birthday
Oh god, I hope I'm still on time for this.
(Hu Tao) "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Hu Tao pops out of absolutely nowhere and scares the hell out of (Y/N), but she is beaming with energy.
Despite the fact the clock had just struck midnight, and S/O was in their own room.
(Hu Tao) "Soooo, what do you plan on doing? Got any cake for today?"
(Y/N) "Hu Tao, I'm trying to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning...Actually, how did you even get in my house?!"
(Hu Tao) "Details we can discuss after your birthday plans! Now, what do you want for today? I can try my best to get you a good sale!"
(Y/N) "Well, it's not a coffin or ghost, I'll tell you that much..."
(Hu Tao) "Wow, buzzkill! I guess I won't treat you to Xiangling's today after all!"
Hu Tao is definitely the type to throw a surprise party, though it's not much of a surprise since she appeared in their bedroom.
Later when it's actually a humane time of day, she invites them over to her home to celebrate properly!
She still wishes they could've had the celebration late at night though, Hu Tao had a lot of jokes planned...
Normally, Yae is supposed to do a formal recital of wishing a pleasant birthday.
But to hell with that, that was boring.
Yae decides to wish (Y/N) a happy birthday in her own way.
(Yae) "(Y/N), I expect to have a good meal today."
(Y/N) "Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?"
(Yae) "Perhaps, but surely you don't plan on going anywhere mundane to eat for such a very special occasion, right?"
(Y/N) "N-Not if it's going to bankrupt all of my Mora!"
(Yae) "Oh come now, I do not eat that much."
(Y/N) "Wait, why am I paying for you on my birthday?!"
(Yae) "Well, thank you for offering! You're such a kind soul!"
(Y/N) sigh
She doesn't really host a party for (Y/N), at least not by herself. But at the very least, she'll make it a damn entertaining day, for better and worse.
Oh, (Y/N)'s birthday. Neat, Chiori supposed.
(Chiori) "Yes yes, happy birthday and all that."
(Y/N) "Hah, calm down there Chiori, you're getting a bit too excited."
(Chiori) "I hope you don't expect me to have cake and balloons ready to spring out at you."
(Y/N) "Frankly, I'd be more shocked if you did."
(Chiori) "At least you understand that part."
Bluntness aside, Chiori handcrafts (Y/N) a nice present before their very eyes.
A handmade gift could speak more than a million bought gifts ever could.
As much as Navia would disagree with her.
(Y/N) has better chances of Chiori throwing them a surprise party as they would surviving a lightning strike from the Raiden Shogun herself.
45's smile seems to soften when (Y/N) enters the dorm, though it was nearly pitch black.
(UMP45) "Well, you took your sweet time coming back."
(Y/N) "45? Why are you in my-"
UMP9 leapt out from underneath the table as the lights came on. HK416 was leaning against the wall while G11 was face first on the same table, sleeping away.
And in the middle appeared to be a cake that looked...ambitious, to put it kindly.
(UMP45) "Happy birthday.~"
UMP9 blew on a party horn, the small paper unfolding and making a small doot noise as her arms extended in joy.
HK416 simply shrugged and grunted, and G11 was still comatose.
(Y/N) "T-Thank you guys! You didn't really need to-"
(UMP45) "Not really, but I figured it'd be fun to celebrate something special with you."
Her smile only seemed to grow when (Y/N) joined her, watching the chaos unfold as UMP9 tried to cut a cake, despite the fact the knife was getting dangerously close to G11's unkempt hair.
(UMP45) "Thought I'd bring the squad along to have fun too. Clearly it's working better than I thought."
(Y/N) "This is already so chaotic though!"
(UMP45) "Exactly."
Makoto is caught off guard when (Y/N) enters the room, holding a small cake with a candle in it.
The cake itself seemed terribly made, as it looked like it'd crumble if one simply stared at it for too long.
(Makoto) "U-Um...Welcome back! I tried to make something for you myself and...you see how that worked."
Makoto sighed but (Y/N) laughed, giving a comforting hand on her shoulder.
(Y/N) "I appreciate it, still. But hey it smells really good!"
(Makoto) "And the taste...?"
(Y/N) took a bite out of it, and smiled, turning back to Makoto.
(Y/N) "Honestly, not bad! I'm not dead yet!"
Makoto chuckled as she sighed.
(Makoto) "Well, I suppose that's good reassurance."
Makoto would fail instantly at a surprise party, mostly because she'd spend too much time to get it ready, only for (Y/N) to walk in way too early.
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Hi rubix, love your writing btw!! so would I be able to request a wandanat x reader fic where it’s readers birthday and they don’t usually have time or people to celebrate with so Wanda and Nat decide to change that for this year and whisk her away to somewhere like Paris to celebrate and have a great time with some smut at the end 🫣
It’s my birthday in a few days and I’m in dire need of this 🤧
romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours [W.Maximoff; N.Romanoff]
pairing: top!natasha romanoff x bottom!reader x switch!wanda maximoff
summary: your girlfriends set out to make your birthday as memorable as possible.
warnings: smut -> minors, you know the drill, bye [threesome; smut so soft it borders on spicy fluff; like...one inch of plot; grinding; fingering [R receiving]; the daddy and mommy kink is implied but not explicit lmao; wanda's low-key a brat because...yeah :) ; clothed sex AGAIN because i think it's neat, okay?; cheesy ending...again]
wordcount: 2.2k
a/n: hi, lovely anon, thank you for the kind words! i hope i'm not too late with this but either way, i hope you had a fantastic birthday! also, you get the honor of having requested my first ever wandanat fic so that's cool. this was my first time properly sitting down and writing for them so let me know what you think! i really hope you enjoy <3
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“Guess what.”
You look up from the book in your hands to find two pairs of expectant eyes on you. You’ve seen your girlfriends wear many faces since you met them and yet it never fails to surprise you when you catch a glimpse of the genuine joy they wear around you.
The one that makes your heart skip several beats and earns them both teasing comments from the rest of the team.
“What?” You ask as your eyes flicker back and forth between them and the proud grins on their faces.
Wanda playfully rolls her eyes at you. “That’s not how the game works, detka.”
“Come on, go easy on her,” Natasha comes to your aid for once, a subtle hint that even she must be excited about whatever news they’re hiding.
“Yeah, what Nat said.”
You and the redhead share a look that draws a soft chuckle out of your girlfriend. “Remind me how I’m the one who spoils y/n again?”
“Can you stop stalling and tell me what you’re hiding already?”
Your question earns both a glare and a laugh before you’re finally given the answer you’ve been searching for. Your girlfriends may love you more than anything else in the world but that will never stop them from teasing you like their life depends on it.
“So impatient…yes, fine, we convinced Tony to let us borrow one of his stupidly fast jets for tomorrow.”
Two pairs of green eyes watch your reaction expectantly only to find your face twisting into confusion. “Why?”
There’s a beat of silence where they both stare at each other, silently trying to figure out how to proceed. Clearly, they weren’t expecting you to question the exciting news they had brought to you.
It happens in a flash.
One second you’re sitting alone in bed and the next, your girlfriends are on either side of you, contradicting touches landing on your arms. It’s strange how easy it is to tell them apart. How cautious Natasha’s fingers still are when they trace random patterns onto your skin compared to Wanda’s gentle pressure as trails down to grab onto your hand, unmistakable tendrils of red magic moving to put your forgotten book back onto the shelf.
Natatsha’s the first to break the silence, all her earlier playfulness gone and replaced by subtle concern. “y/n, it’s your birthday tomorrow.”
“So?” You shrug. “It’s just another day.”
Wanda tightens her grip on your hand and successfully steals back your attention. “Nonsense, malyshka. You deserve to be celebrated.”
“Guys, it’s not a big deal,” you assure them. “I really don’t need anything. Plus, I have too many things to do.”
“Not anymore.” A sweet kiss is placed on your lips before you can voice your complaints. “We’re stealing you away tomorrow.”
“But what about-”
“Already talked to Steve.”
“And-”
“Kate will understand.”
“How-”
“Stop looking for excuses, detka.” Natasha rolls her eyes as she pulls you closer to her. “You’re coming with us.”
You want to argue, you truly do, but then Wanda’s gluing herself to your side, eager hands slipping under your shirt, and you quickly come to the conclusion that spending all day with them is the best way to spend any day.
Including a birthday.
Especially since you’re more than used to treating it like every other day of the year. It’s not that you don’t like celebrating it, you’re just always too busy to make real plans and no one’s ever thought to surprise you before.
But of course, your girlfriends aren’t like anyone else.
Which is how they manage to get you onto one of Tony’s jets, reminding you of the existence of time zones and how you have to leave right now if you want to make it to your surprise destination on time. You don’t really mind either way but you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen them this excited about something in a while so you go along with them anyway.
The jet ride seems never-ending despite how fast the aircraft is supposed to be. It doesn’t help that you’ve been having trouble sleeping peacefully the past few nights and Wanda’s running a hand through your hair in the way that makes you melt.
“You’re allowed to go to sleep, you know?” Natasha whispers with a teasing smirk. “We still have a long while to go.”
“Whose idea was this again?” You grumble as you drop your head down onto the redhead’s shoulder.
“Don’t be a brat, love. You’ll thank us when we get there.”
You bite back the rest of your complaints and sink into the sweet arms of a dreamless sleep. You miss the way your girlfriends watch over you the entire time as well as the long list of things they each want to see and the various ridiculous ways in which they propose to get everything done.
They ultimately agree to let you choose once you’re awake again…something that backfires when the jet finally lands and you’re still far off in dreamland. They go back and forth on whether they should wake you or not, especially since it’s morning where you've landed and the jetlag will definitely destroy you.
You look far too cute to rouse though so Natasha gathers you up into her arms with ease and carries you in her strong embrace the rest of the way.
When you finally do wake up, a few hours have passed and you're safe inside the lavish hotel room Wanda reserved using one of Tony’s endless credit cards. The change in scenery startles your drowsy mind before you feel familiar arms pulling you close.
“Look who finally decided to join us,” Wanda says softly as she easily pulls you onto her lap.
“Hi,” you mumble, tucking your head into the crook of her neck.
“Hi, darling. How's the birthday girl feeling? Still sleepy?”
“A little.” You let out a soft sigh as your girlfriend’s hands travel inside your loose shirt, slender fingers tracing random shapes onto your warm skin. “I’m sorry I ruined the trip.”
She scoffs and the sound instantly reminds you of Natasha which pulls a small smile onto your face. “You didn't ruin anything, detka. It's your birthday.”
You don't say anything in response and your girlfriend is quick to pull your thoughts away from their current trajectory. She keeps exploring your waist with one hand while the other one comes up to playfully tug on your hair.
“How about you stop hiding and look at your surprise, hm?”
It’s unclear whether it’s her words or her grip on your hair that makes you obey but neither of you mind. You reluctantly lift your face from its hiding place and let the green-eyed woman guide your gaze toward the large window of the room.
You gasp the second you realize where you are. “You guys brought me to Paris!”
Your excitement manages to break through your exhaustion which earns you a laugh from your loving witch. “Only the best for our girl.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Maybe a little.”
You turn your head at the sound of Natasha’s voice, eager hands reaching out for her instantly. Your silent request is instantly fulfilled and the redhead easily slips into bed next to Wanda.
“I can't believe you would do this for me.”
“Believe it, malyshka.” She leans forward and easily captures your lips with her own.
Wanda huffs as she’s left out of the moment, her hands wandering under your shirt once again. You're too lost in the kiss to notice where her fingers are going until they brush against your nipples.
The sensation makes you jump which makes you grind against the witch’s thigh in a way that leaves you gasping for air.
“That’s cheating,” Natasha warns after she pulls away from you.
“What happened to spoiling the birthday girl?”
This time, you're the one who gets left out of the moment as they fight for the control that always rests in the Russian’s hands. They get caught up in their knowing stares and bruising kisses, leaving you aching and panting for their attention.
It’s a game they love playing with you but you’re far too desperate already to last much longer without their hands on you.
Thankfully, Wanda decides to take pity on you. She gives your hardened nipples a soft tug, smirking against Natasha’s lips when she feels your hips buck once more. “I think someone’s feeling a little needy.”
The redhead turns to look at you, a perfectly raised eyebrow painting her face with the stern humor you've come to know so well. “Is that right, kotenok? Are you feeling needy?”
You nod, all the heat in your body rushing down from your face to between your thighs. “Please don’t tease.”
“Aw, look at that, Nat. You're not going to deny her when she looks like that, are you?” You're not sure if Wanda’s actually being genuine or not but you don't really care as long as she’ll help you get what you want.
“Who’s the brat now?” She chuckles before reaching out for you, pulling you onto her lap, and leaving behind a pouty Wanda. “Come here, let me give you what you want.”
The Russian is true to her words and wastes no time in sliding a hand past the waistband of both your pants and your underwear. Your complaints about the lack of sink-on-skin contact between you are forgotten as Wanda situates herself behind you, plump lips trailing feather-light kisses up your neck.
A gasp tumbles out of your lips once Natasha’s fingers finally find your drenched cunt. She moves slowly, almost too slowly, but you already know she’ll be quick to remind you to be patient if you dare whine.
“You don’t have to be so cautious, detka,” Wanda whispers against your flushed skin. “It’s your birthday, remember?”
“Don’t listen to her, it’s always so much better for you when you’re a good girl.” She easily slips two fingers into your waiting hole, barely holding back a laugh as your pussy swallows her digits.
Your hands grip her shoulders for stability while they both work in tandem to make you lose the last bits of control you still have over yourself.
The witch’s hands find their way under your shirt yet again except this time she’s gripping your hips and helping you move in time with the redhead’s movements. It’s the slowest, most agonizing, of dances and yet the pleasure has you arching your back in seconds.
“Look at you,” Natasha coos, taking a mental picture of how delicious you look writhing in Wanda’s arms. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this, malyshka.”
Your walls clench the second you hear the affectionate petname and the Russian can’t resist the urge to lean forward and attach herself to your neck. Her thrusts are still slow and steady but then finally, her thumb begins to circle your puffy clit.
Your head falls back against Wanda’s shoulder and she laughs as you practically go limp from the pleasure. “You’re gonna break her, ‘Tasha.”
“She likes it.” She punctuates her point by curling her fingers just right and pulling out a string of moans from deep within you. “Don’t you, darling?”
“Mhmm, please don’t stop.”
They share a look you don’t see but you do feel the evidence of yet another standoff. It’s like Wanda just can’t stop herself from pressing all of Natasha’s buttons when they’re like this. Which means it’s your job as their devoted girlfriend to let them turn your pleasure into a competition.
And they do just that.
Wanda’s grip on your hips tightens until her nails are digging into your skin and she’s practically forcing you to ride Natasha’s fingers. Natasha, for her part, increases the speed of her thrusts, launching you closer and closer toward your orgasm. She’s still drawing it out of you, though, still balancing speed with soft kisses and murmured praises.
It’s a strange combination but it works perfectly. Just like your relationship with them. It’s something that transcends words, something that can’t be explained, merely felt…and it’s also exactly what brings you to the edge.
“Nat…please…”
“Please, what, detka?” Wanda responds for your girlfriend.
“Can I cum? Please?”
You half-expect them to make you beg for a little longer but it seems your special day has left them more merciful than usual. Natasha’s lips make their way up your neck and onto your jawline until she reaches your lips and gives you the permission you’re searching for.
“Go ahead, cum for us.”
You’ve heard the words thousands of times and yet they make you fall apart like nothing else. The slow build-up finally reaches its peak with one more swirl of Natasha’s thumb against your clit and you literally fall face-first into your orgasm.
“Such a good girl, love. Always so good for us.”
Your response comes in the shape of a muffled whine as you bury your face into the redhead’s neck.
The sound makes both of your girlfriends smile and Wanda moves to sit on Natasha’s other side while they wait for you to recover. “I guess we’re not leaving the hotel any time soon.”
“Are you complaining, Maximoff?”
“Shut up.”
Their bickering makes you giggle. “Wanda’s being a brat again, Nat.”
“I know.” The green-eyed woman turns her head to press a barrage of kisses against the side of your face. “I think that means she can’t join us in the shower.”
The comment draws another complaint out of the young witch and you happily rest in your girlfriend’s arms while they start up another playful argument you’ll eventually have to get in the middle of.
You don't mind though, there's no other way you'd rather spend your birthday than with them.
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Coming Home pt. 6
DBF! Daryl, Rick, Shane & Negan x Reader
TW: Severe age-gap w/ older men, smut, consensual sex, handjobs/fingering, groping, some aggression, alcohol usage, unprotected piv sex (wrapping before tapping), Reader FINALLY gets laid
Chapter Index
It has been months since you have last talked to Rick and Daryl properly. Not for lack of trying on their part, they had tried to talk to you but you were not there to play games. They made their choice, they were not going to be allowed to backtrack on it. Besides! Shane kept you plenty of company. He swung by the house more often nowadays, flirting and flashing his charming smile. It was nice getting to know him, even though he frequently did not get the chance to stick around for very long, Daryl or Rick miraculously making an appearance and dragging him off. They thought they were being subtle, but you heard glimpses of their not-so-quiet whispers; saying things along the lines of, "Shane wasn't allowed to flirt with you," and to "remember the pact,"- whatever the hell that means. It didn't seem to really deter him though, Shane being quite bold in the placement of his hands or how close his body would be against yours. Alas, it was only teasing and nothing more, and you were not planning on spending your college years getting wet over fleeting touches. You enjoyed Shane's flirtatious company but you wanted more than that. And you were going to get it.
The month of your birthday was rolling around, and since it would be your 21st, your dad was planning on going all out. He booked one of the town's bars for the night, and was inviting almost everyone who ever made contact with you in your life. You tried to tell him you would be happy with something small but nothing was stopping your kind father from giving you an all out birthday bash. Your mom was even flying in with some of your old gang: friends from high school, neighbors, etc. You felt a little embarrassed with how much they doted on you but you were also very touched.
The day of the party came around and you were at the bar now, dolled up and greeting everyone arriving. It was a heartwarming feeling seeing everyone come in to support and celebrate you. You stood by the door and greeted the new friends and neighbors that you've made. Rick was one of the first to arrive. It was strange not seeing him in his work uniform, he chose to instead wearing a casual button-up with jeans. The first few buttons were undone, and for whatever reason, you didn't think you had ever seen a more attractive collarbone in your life. He sauntered up to you and his eyes trailed your body.
"I havn' seen ya around much darlin'," he said, a tentative smile on his face.
"I wonder whose fault that is," you joked half-heartedly.
His smile dropped from his face, “There is nothin more that I want than to-"
"Thanks for coming," you cut him off with a smile, "I have to greet the other guests but please help yourself to whatever you'd like."
You went to move away but suddenly arms wrapped around you and a familiar voice whispered into your ear.
"Does that mean I can have ya," Shane's voice was heavy with barely hidden lust.
"Everythin' alrigh' over here," Daryl's heavy drawl broke into the conversation.
Great. All three of the hot men in your life who have expressed some kind of desire over you and then rejecting you in some way or another all in one room. Thanks dad.
Shane released his grasp on you and grinned like a wolf, "Everythin' is more than fine. Peachy, even."
With the word 'peachy' he gives a small smack to your ass, eliciting a yelp out of you and a threatening step towards the two of you by Rick and Daryl.
"Get yer hands off o' her," Daryl growls.
"Shane we talked about this," Rick sighs at the same time.
Shane's tone turns to frustration, "No. No we didn'. You two talked about it n' then decided to tell me what to do. I'm sick of it."
While they squabbled amongst themselves like hens in a coop, you took this chance to slip away. You did not want whatever weird relationship you had with them to ruin the hard work your community went through to make this a special night for you.
Suddenly, the door to the bar burst open and your mom charged in arms wide, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Behind her, your friends and neighbors from Washington came in, smiling and giving their well wishes. You charged at them, giving them hugs and teary smiles. Finally, the party could kick off now that everyone was here.
As the night went on, drinks, stories and laughter were passed around. You couldn't believe how great of a time this was. You avoided the troublesome trio as much as possible, intent on having a good time. Later in the night, as everyone was just milling about, the bell hanging over the door rang out as another guest came in. You turned to greet the late comer but stopped when you realized you had no idea who the hell he was.
Your eyes slowly raked over his body, admiring his dark hair and facial features along with the dark leather jacket that clung to his arms.
"Hi, sir! Is there something I can help you with," you politely asked, walking towards him.
As you did, he let out a low appreciative whistle at your form, not hiding how he admired your shape, "Well helloooo, doll, aren't you a sight?"
You felt yourself bristle at his forwardness but also couldn't help the heat you felt rise to your cheeks.
"Mmm if I had a pretty little thing like you, I'd never let you leave the bed," he laughed.
For the first time in a hot minute, you were left speechless. Sure, Shane was pretty forward, but nothing like this. This man was clearly eye fucking you and you were sure that if he could get away with it, he'd be actually fucking you right here on the floor.
"I'm sorry, but this is a private event. Who are you," you asked, after taking a moment to recover from the shock.
"Hey! Negan! My man!" Your dad came barreling into the conversation as always, clearly having one too many to drink.
"Hey man, how are you," Negan smiled back, the both of them doing the typical man hug and slapping each other on the back.
Your dad did the introductions, "This is Negan, he was my best friend in college but the bastard stayed in Washington. Turns out he was comin' by to explore the town cause he got a job offer, so I invited him here to catch up. I hope that's ok?"
You nodded sheepishly, "Sorry for attacking your entry like that, just didn't recognize you."
"No worries, doll, I get it," Negan winked at you and then turned back to your dad, "Now where's the little birthday girl you always yap about?"
Your dad chortled and gestured to you, "This is the birthday girl!"
Negan's eyes visibly bulged out of his head. "The fuck are you talking about? The way you talk about her I thought she was 5 or something. This is... this is a woman."
"Well she'll always be my little girl," your dad sheepishly said, "Hey wait a minute... I sent you her age when I sent the details about the party! Did you not read it?"
"Fuck no man, you sent like 10 paragraphs, I am not reading that shit," he glanced at you, "Uh, no offense."
You laughed, you really liked hearing the banter between the two of them. Negan felt like a very sexy breath of fresh air. He was blunt and forward, you really liked that after dealing with the troublesome trio's vagueness and their hot and cold attitudes towards you. You liked Negan. Your eyes took him in once more. Oh yeah. You liked him a lot.
Your dad and Negan continued to converse but his attention was really more on you than anything else. He kept his gaze on you for most of the conversation until someone else caught your father's attention and dragged him off. Negan took the opportunity handed to him and sauntered back towards you.
"Hello, doll," he said.
"Hey," you returned, holding out a hand, "Sorry I never got the chance to introduce myself properly. I'm (Y/N)."
He shook your hand, "Seems like you read my mind, sweetheart. I was about to say the same to you. The name's Negan. Had I known what a beauty you are, I would've flown down to meet the old bastard ages ago."
You felt yourself giggle at that comment and that was the green light for him. You spent the rest of the evening in a little tucked away corner of the bar with him, learning more about each other. He became more and more bold with your body as you both became increasingly tipsy. As the party continued, you eventually decided that the clear chemistry between the both of you was enough to see if you can get to know Negan a bit more... intimately. He was just too damn charming and too damn hot for you to pass up the chance. And if he rejected you... well add the name to the list.
You leaned in close at his next joke, laughing lightly as you put your hand on his thigh. His smile slowly left his face and the beer he was bringing up to his mouth was brought down. He looked down at your hand and you could visibly see his gaze darken. Worried you did something wrong, you began to pull away when his hand shot out and latched onto your wrist. Keeping a firm but gentle grasp on your hand, he looked into your eyes and slowly dragged your hand up to his crotch.
"Is this what you were aiming for, sweetheart," he breathed out and you shuddered, feeling that he was actually hard this whole time, the leather jacket and jeans covering and restricting his hard-on from view.
You look up at him through your eyelashes, "Depends on if that's what I get."
"You can get it alright, baby, just not here. Don't want your old man cutting off my dick before I get the chance to be in you," he tugged on your arm, lifting you from the barstools you were residing on, "Come on sweetheart."
You guys both maneuvered your way through the crowd, not noticing Daryl's inquisitive gaze following you. You guys originally headed to the bathroom, but they were full so you both stepped outside into the alleyway behind the bar. The chilly night air could not do a damn thing to quell the heat that was growing in your stomach and you grabbed the back of Negan's neck with your free hand, pulling him into a heated kiss. He groaned into your mouth, releasing your wrist just to wrap his arms around your body. One of his hands tangled itself into your hair, yanking your head back, breaking the kiss and allowing his mouth to hungrily devour your neck and exposed collarbone.
"Fuck," you sighed out, holding him as close as humanely possible.
"Mmmm you pretty doll, all nice and all for me," Negan mumbled into your neck, seemingly talking to himself more than you as he pulls you in for another kiss.
Being in a dry spell since you got here, Negan's actions had you soaked in seconds. You pulled at the buttons on his jeans, reaching in and feeling him. He grunted at the sensation as you let out a small gasp in his mouth, happy with the weight of him in your hands. As his own hands explored you, groping your breasts and ass, you began to stroke him. He let out a groan at the contact, before moving his hands to your thighs and lifting you up.
Not breaking the kiss, he maneuvered the both of you so your back was up against the brick wall of the bar, and he was between your legs. He ground himself against your center, your thin panties letting you feel the heat of his cock rub against you.
He placed desperate kisses against your chest, "Pretty doll like you deserves to be taken in a fancy bed and made to cum until you cry, I'm sorry I can't give that to you right now, sweetheart. We gotta be quick."
You groaned, "It's doesn't matter to me. Just wan to feel ya."
"You dirty lil doll," he chuckled, "Alright baby, I'll give you want you want."
The hand not holding you up trailed in between your bodies, reaching into your clothes and feeling your wetness.
Negan sucked in air at the feeling, "Damn doll, you are soaked."
You felt your face flush at that, telling him to shut up and put it in already.
He let out a laugh and traced his fingers around your opening. You bucked your hips, trying to relay the message and he finally sunk his fingers into, pumping them in and out as a steady pace.
His thumb pressed into your clit, causing you to cry out as he tutted, "Now now, baby. Don't want the rest of the party hearing us. Keep it in sweetheart or you won't be able to get what you want."
You whined at his words, the way his fingers curled into you prevented you from forming proper words. He continued to pump and twist his fingers into you, and you could quickly feel the pressure building. Judging by how you tightened around his fingers, Negan could tell you were getting close too.
"Nuh uh, sweetheart. Want you to cum with me," he teased, slipping his fingers out of you and putting them into his mouth as you whined at the loss of contact.
Negan groaned at your taste, savoring your sweetness and moved aside your panties as he freed himself from the confines of his jeans.
"Ready sweetheart," he asked, moving his tip back and forth across your folds.
"Condom," you panted out.
"Ah shit," he groaned, "Didn't think I was going to get myself some sweet ass tonight, I don't have one."
“It's fine," you mumbled, bucking your hips again, "want you in me."
"You sure, baby? I'm here for a bit, we can do it another time-"
Before he could say anything else, with a firmer thrust of your hips, you were able to slip the tip of his cock inside of you.
"Fuck," he exclaimed at the feeling of your gummy walls trying to suck him in.
"I'm sure," you said firmly, "Now fuck me."
Negan gave you the largest smile you've seen out of him, "Fuck me doll, I love myself a woman who knows what she wants."
With that, he sunk himself into you fully as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Negan let out a groan, loving the way you felt around him and began to pump in and out of you like he was never going to see you again. You both began to kiss each other hungrily, teeth and tongues clashing as he continued to move. You tried to move your hips as much as possible but you were quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place, so it was a bit difficult to do so. Negan didn't mind at all, as he began to incorporate grinding into his motions, successfully stimulating your clit in all the right places.
Once again, you quickly began to feel yourself being wound up, this extremely messy but passionate sex was getting you close to finishing faster than you thought possible. The clumsy way you both tore at each other showed your inexperience with each other's bodies but the clear desire you had for one another. Negan broke the kiss, planting himself in the crook of your neck and began peppering you with small hickies. His hips began to falter and you could tell he was also getting close.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, "Out or in baby?"
"Wha-," you moaned, delirious from the pleasure.
"My cum, sweetheart, out or in?"
In response you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him in closer to you, "Fuck, in me please. Please, in me."
"Goddamnit why are you so fucking hot," he growled, fumbling around to press into your clit once more.
With his words and motions, your dam broke and your came with a silent cry. Negan grit his teeth at the way your pussy spasmed around him and pumped a few more times before pressing his hips deep against you, until you were sure you were going to be bruised tomorrow. He bit into your shoulder as he came, filling you up with him cum and officially ruining your panties as it began to dribble out. You could feel him twitch inside of you, sharp bursts of cum hitting your walls as you both tried to catch your breath.
Once he was sure he had nothing left to give, he gave a few more thrusts into you before pulling out slowly. You hissed at the sensation, soreness already kicking in from the position you were in. He pulled your panties over your pussy, gently patting it and making your jump from overstimulation. He chuckled as you gave him a half-hearted glare before gently setting you down. Immediately, you almost fell over, collapsing into his chest.
"Woah sweetheart, don't go falling for me now," he chuckled, supporting you as he tucked himself back into his pants.
You gave him a dopey grin, so freaking pleased that you finally got laid by a hot man. Suddenly the door to the bar blew open and Daryl stormed out, frantic.
You and Negan quickly separated from each other, trying to fix your hair and clothing.
"Jesus, (Y/N) we almos' had a damn heart attack wonderin' where you were at-," Daryl stopped in his tracks noticing the disheveled state of the both of you, "The hell?"
Negan stepped forward, "We were just, uh, about to head back in-"
Daryl charged forward, punching Negan across the face, ”WHA' THE FUCK DID YA DO TA HER?"
You run forward, shoving Daryl away, "Jesus fuck, Daryl! Get off of him!"
"DID HE TOUCH YOU," Daryl yelled grabbing you by your shoulders right as the dimly lit alley lights lit you up perfectly, highlighting your exposed collarbone, and evidently, your hickies and messed up makeup.
"Hey man, get your hands off of her," Negan shoved Daryl away, cradling his punched jaw.
Daryl stumbled back, looking in shock between you and Negan, watching the way you ran to Negan's side to check on him.
"Oh my god Negan, are you alright," you cried out, gently holding his face.
"How can I not be fine when I have an angel like you worried about me," he joked, but upon seeing your clear concern, cleared his throat, "'M fine sweetheart. Jus' took me by surprise, is all."
"Did you two- did you two-," Daryl stuttered in shock.
"Did we fuck? Is that what you're asking right now," you questioned angrily, "Not that its any of your goddamn business but yes! Now leave us alone, Daryl!"
Daryl let out a staggered breath, running his hands through his hair, ", "Darlin... ya shouldn' have-"
"You do not get to tell me who I can and cannot fuck, Daryl! I'm a FUCKING adult no matter how many times you want to imagine otherwise! And you are not going to say one goddamn word about this to my dad otherwise you will never see me again and I will bust up your bike, do you hear me?"
Negan chuckled, "Doll, you're going to have me at your feet, I swear."
Daryl whipped his head around to glare at Negan before sighing and nodding, "You... yer righ''. 'M sorry. I shouldn' have done tha'. I'll, uh, I'll see ya inside. Happy birthday, (Y/N)."
With that, he walked inside like a kicked puppy while Negan wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.
"Well besides the lil interruption, I'd say this was a lot of fun, sweetheart. I hope we can do this again sometime."
You stared at the door Daryl just walked through for a second before nodding, "Yeah, sure thing."
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Pure Desire - Alternate Ending Part 2 (CL16 x Reader)
Part 2 of the alternate ending . Let me know what you think!! :)
Word count: 3,500
Original Part Original Part 2
Masterlist
Warnings: smut, tiny bit of angst, mentions of JB17, 18+
It´s been two months since you told Charles to leave and you haven´t really spoken since. Only some situations at work forced you to interact with him, but you managed to keep them as short as possible. You were still so angry at him, although you tried to get over it. But you did not only lose some guy you slept with, you lost your best friend. There were times where you could count on Charles, where you shared secrets and thoughts with him. You missed that. You also tried your best to suppress those stupid butterflies which were still growing in your stomach when you saw him. He hurt you so much, how could you still simp over him like that?
Lando and Max were helping you a lot during the past months. It was difficult for them to be friends with you and Charles at the same time, but you didn’t want them to pick a side. So it came that Lando and Max were by Charles´ side when he was down. It was late august and race day in Suzuka. Not only has Suzuka always been special to Charles because of what happened to his godfather, Jules, but it also happened to be Jules´ birthday. Charles started from pole position today. To say that he was eager to win would’ve been an understatement. He was willing to give everything to win this race. But luck wasn´t with him. It all went well, until he had his first pit stop. He finished the stop on P4, right behind George Russell. During his overtake George pulled to the side and crashed into him, leaving him in the gravel. Luckily both drivers were able to get out of their cars, but for a moment Charles wished to not go out. He failed. Again. He didn’t see that it wasn’t his fault, that it wasn’t even George´s fault. Simply a race incident, because George didn’t see Charles properly. Charles was devastated.
“Charles, please tell us what we can do. You need to eat something. Or sleep”, Max said. “Yeah mate, we´re worried. What can we do to make you feel better?” Lando asked. “There´s nothing you can do”, Charles whispered with his racing suit still on. “I want y/n”, he suddenly whispered and Lando and Max exchanged looks. “Go”, Charles said and looked at the floor. “Max, you won the race, you should celebrate”. “I won´t celebrate if you sit here like this, I-“ “Just fucking go okay? I don´t want your pity or anything just please go and leave me alone”, Charles yelled and Lando and Max looked at each other again, before they sighed and left the room. They weren’t upset with Charles, they knew that he didn’t mean it. “Do you think we should tell her? She was always the one to cheer him up”, Lando said and Max shrugged his shoulders. “I´ve never seen him like this, honestly. I mean he even said that he wanted to see her, right? Maybe we should look for her”. They agreed and went to the Ferrari hospitality. It didn’t take long to find you and you smiled. “Hey guys, what´s with the long faces? I think you both have enough reasons to celebrate”, she laughed and pulled both of them into a warm hug. “Y/n, we need to tell you something”, Max said and you frowned. “What´s up?”. “Charles is.. well we don’t even know. He wouldn’t talk to us and he even yelled at us for leaving him alone. We´re worried”. You closed your eyes and breathed in. You had a feeling that Charles would be like this after what happened. “I mean yes he crashed but it happened to all of us, why is he being like this?” Lando said and you looked at him. “Well, you know that Suzuka has always been important to him and with Jules´ birthday today.. I think it´s understandable”, you answered and the boys widened their eyes. “Today is Jules birthday?!” Max gasped and you nodded. “Fuck, we didn’t know!”
You were torn. You know that Charles would be there for you if you needed him, no matter what. The situation was bad but you couldn’t just leave him alone, right? You sighed. “Where is he?”
Lando and Max lead you to Charles driver room and knocked on the door. “I said I wanna be alone!” he yelled from the inside but you opened the door anyways. “Charles, it´s me”, you said softly and he looked at you. He was still sitting on the red couch in his racing suit. He held the helmet he used for the race in his hands, with Jules racing number on it. “Y/n?” he asked with a trembling voice and you wanted to cry on the spot. He reminded you of a little boy, who finally found his mother after losing her in the supermarket. “Can I come in?” you asked and he nodded quickly. You turned to the boys and nodded, making them understand that they can go.
You stepped into the little room and closed the door. Without saying a word you sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on your shoulder before he started crying. Being as empathetic as you were, tears started to fill your eyes immediately. “Shh, it´s okay. Let it all out”, you whispered. “It´s okay”, you continued. “I know that you were hoping for a better result today. And I know that you hate what happened but you have to stop thinking that you didn’t make him proud today. You made him proud yesterday by getting pole and you made him happy today for being okay after the crash. You were wearing his helmet and he protected you today, do you understand?” While you were speaking you caressed his back with your hands while he turned your t-shirt into a tissue. It didn’t matter. “He is always proud of you, Charles. Always”, you closed your little speech and he stopped crying, not lifting his head. “Are you proud of me?” he asked and you sighed. “I am always proud of you when it comes to your racing performance, Charles”, you said and couldn’t hide a little laugh. You had to chose your words wisely, because you certainly weren’t proud of what he did to you. He chuckled a little and lifted his head. “Thank you”, he whispered and you smiled. “I´m always here for you, okay?” you said and wanted him to believe you. He nodded. “Come on, you should take a shower, get something to eat and go to bed”, you said and took his hand.
You managed to get him something from the Ferrari catering while he was taking a shower. You knocked on his door again and he opened, wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He looked cozy. You handed him the plate. “Here. I would keep you company but I have to go back to work. Promise me that you´ll eat and go back to the hotel after, okay?” you asked and he nodded. “I promise”. You smiled and left him alone again.
There was a shift in your relationship after Suzuka and you learned that you´re better off without so much anger inside of you. Charles was a friend, and your relationship was a little weird but you couldn’t quite be happy without one another. You started to have normal conversations again when you met at Ferrari and even joked sometimes. However, while you were trying to focus on friendship, Charles had other plans. Since he realized how much he had hurt you, you´d never left his mind. He always thought that you weren’t girlfriend material for him but honestly? What could he possibly want more? He found you extremely attractive, cute, funny and he could always count on you. Even after everything he did to you, you still prioritized him and wanted to make him feel better after a bad day. You were perfect for him. He broke your heart, he knew that, but he was determined to fix it again.
He knew that he had to be delicate, and he knew that you weren’t somebody for gifts and presents. You needed to see actions and that he really meant it. He remembered the one time the both of you talked about dream dates. You told him that you would love to have a date at the ocean, on the beach or just at a cliff, preferably at sunset. You would eat chocolate covered strawberries and pizza and have a nice glass of white wine. Luckily, the grand prix in Zandvoort was next. Charles prepared everything. He drove to the beach and looked for a private spot in between some stones and bushes, happy when he found exactly what he had in mind. He then bought everything he needed. Chocolate covered strawberries, white wine and he picked up a pizza from a little Italian restaurant. He put everything in a little basket he bought for this occasion only and made his way to the hotel you were staying in. It was half past seven and he knew that you should be home by now. After leaving the basket in his car he headed to your room.
You opened after a few seconds. “Charles, what are you doing here?” you asked surprised, a tissue with make up remover in your hand. You were already wearing sweatpants and a matching jacket with a white top, ready for a cozy evening. “Come with me”, he said and you frowned, chuckling. “Excuse me?” “I won´t tell you anything, you just have to come with me”, he said and you laughed. “Well, okay I guess? Will you let me change?” “No, what you´re wearing is perfect, actually”, he said and you laughed, heading to the bathroom to throw away your tissue. You grabbed your phone and your key card and closed the door behind you, following Charles down to his car.
“Where are we going, Chaaaaaaarles”, you said and pouted when he once again didn’t tell you anything. “You´re so impatient it´s unbelievable”, he laughed and you rolled your eyes. “I´m not impatient I´m just curious”, you gave back. “Well, you will know it soon enough, Mon Coeur”, he said and smirked. Mon Coeur. You didn’t know why he called you this and you hated how it made your heart skip a beat.
After a few minutes you arrived at the beach. You got out of the car and Charles opened the back door to get out the basket and a blanket. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. “Come”, he said and you followed him along the beach, over a few stones and there it was. The perfect spot. Invisible from the side of the street. There were a few rocks, bushes and other plants and Charles spread out the blanket. “Come on”, he said and smiled and you sat down next to him, hesitantly. “Charles, what is this?” you asked but the oceans caught your eye. This was truly a beautiful spot. “I wanted to take you out and you said that this would be a dream date for you”, he said softly and you turned to look at him. “What, so this is a date?” you asked. “We don’t have to call it like that. I just wanted to do something nice for you, after.. well, everything.” You gave him a light smile and relaxed a little. Charles opened the basket and your eyes widened. “You really thought about anything, hm?” you grinned and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Of course I did”, he gave back.
Nothing from your dinner was left, except for one last chocolate covered strawberry. “You can have it, if you want”, you said and smiled at Charles who shook his head. “No no, it´s for you”, he gave back and you chuckled. “We can share”, you said and he gave you a teethy grin before he grabbed the strawberry and you bit off the top before he ate the other half. “I´m glad, this might have been the best”, you said and looked at the ocean. The sky was filled with colours, from red over orange to pink. He really chose the most beautiful evening. "This is beautiful, Charles”, you whispered and he moved a little closer to you. He was glad that you were watching the sunset because he didn’t know if he could tell you the things he wanted to say while you were looking at him. “Y/n, I´m sorry. I know I said it before but I feel like nothing I say could make it better. I know that I screwed up. I don´t know what it was, maybe I was too afraid to be honest with myself. Maybe I didn’t want to make myself vulnerable, I really don’t know. All I know is that I want to work on that. You were right, I was an asshole and you deserve much better, but I hope that-“ he made a little pause and breathed in. “I hope that maybe someday I can be the person who deserves you”. He breathed out heavily. He had never been so honest with somebody before, well, he did but he got hurt afterwards. Maybe that was why he´d build this walls around him. He never thought that anybody could break them down, but you truly did it.
You finally turned your gaze away from the sunset and looked at him. “I don’t know what to say”, you answered honestly and looked at your hands. “Thank you for being so honest with me”, you added. “I should´ve been this honest months ago”, he whispered. He was looking at your profile and again realized how beautiful you were. The sun kissed your skin and made your eyes shine in a mix of blue and green. “Y/n, do you think-“ “Don´t ask me that, Charles. Because I can´t give you an answer”, you cut him off. “I love you”, he whispered and you turned to him again. There they were. The three little words you wanted to hear from him for such a long time. Now they were out in the open, hanging over you and you didn’t know what to do with them. You loved him too, no doubt in that, but did you believe him?
“You know how I feel about you. This hasn’t changed at all, even though I´ve tried. And even though I really want to believe you, I can´t. I don´t know if I can trust you, Charles”, you answered honestly. He breathed in sharply, before he grabbed your waist and pulled yourself in his lap. You gasped a little, surprised by his sudden movements but the warm feeling in your gut was too good to reject his touch. You inhaled his smell, his special Charles smell, a mix out of wood, rubber and mint. He closed his eyes and touched your nose with his nose. “What can I do to gain your trust again?” he asked and you inhaled sharply. “I don’t know, I guess we just have to give it some time”, you gave back and he opened his eyes. “Would you allow me to try it? Would you give me your time?” he asked and pulled one of your hair strands behind your ear. You shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t but how were you supposed to say no to that man? You tilted your head, closed your eyes and nodded. “Charles I promise if you ever hurt me again I will slash your tires.” He laughed. “Mon Coeur, if I ever hurt you in the slightest way again, I will slash them myself”. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.
Two months later
The past two months have been the best months of your life. Charles did everything, really everything to show you that he was being serious. He planned the most romantic dates, always made time for you and was just the sweetest boy ever. He took you out for shopping, brought you your favourite ice cream when you were on your period and watched Harry Potter with you as often as you wanted. When you were out clubbing he wouldn’t leave your side, keeping you close on the dancefloor. Another girl only had to look at him, he would make sure she knew that he was taken. Slowly but steady he managed to gain your trust again and you were more than happy about it.
Though, you had one rule. No sex. Well, at least so far. You knew that the sex part would probably one of the best parts of your relationship but you had to make sure that he stayed, even when he had to wait. You were surprised when he didn’t seem to have any problems with it. “No, I agree. I mean sure, it´s hard for me to keep my hands off you but I think it´s good like this”, he said when you told him about the idea.
But today was his birthday. You were currently sitting in a restaurant with his family and friends, your hand always placed on his thigh. You had plans with him tonight, big plans. You were wearing a dark red dress which ended right above your knees. It was highly closed at the front but had a deep cut out on the back. Charles was going crazy, and you knew it. What he didn’t know was that you bought special lingerie for this occasion. A set in Ferrari red which would make him drool. When you were finally back in Charles apartment, you grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to you. His lips were on yours immediately and you led him to the bedroom. “I want you”, you whispered and striped the jacket from his shoulders. “Are you sure? We can wait if you-“ “I´m sure”.
You unbuttoned his shirt and turned around, so that he could open the zipper of your dress. “God, this dress is so beautiful”, he mumbled before it fell on the floor. His eyes widened when he saw your underwear. You turned around again and grinned before pushing him onto the bed. You crawled over him, undoing his belt. “Fuck, y/n”, he whined and you pulled down his pants, including his underwear. “God, I´ve been waiting for this”, you mumbled and looked into his eyes while you licked the pre cum off his tip. He hummed and closed his eyes, letting you do your thing.
You moved faster and faster up and down his shaft, smiled when you saw his face. Lips slightly parted, furrowed eyebrows, his moans became louder. You stopped sucking him off, pulling yourself up to give him a kiss. “My turn”, he smiled and twisted you around so that he was on top of you. He unclasped your bra and took it off, finally being able to kiss your boobs. He went down further, hooking his fingers into the hem of your panties. “These are beautiful, but they have to go” he mumbled and you smiled. He threw your panties on the floor, focussing only your lust. He spread little kisses on your thighs and stopped with a kiss on your core.
He spread your wetness with his fingers before he finally licked through your wetness. You moaned loudly and threw your head back, while he explored you with his tongue. “Fuck, Charlie please”, you whined and he groaned, sending a vibration through your stomach. “Fuck me, please”, you stumbled and he got up immediately, pressing his cock against your pussy.
“I love you”, he whispered and pressed a kiss on your forehead. Before you were able to answer, he pushed himself into you and all you could get out of your mouth was a moan. God, how much you´ve missed this. His tip pushed the button deep inside of you with every thrust and you had to close your eyes, although you didn’t mean to. He was beautiful when he fucked you like this. His eyes were closed as well, his lips were slightly parted again. He was for sure the most beautiful man you´ve ever met and you couldn’t believe that he was yours. Even more, that he just admitted his love for you.
He leaned his forehead against yours and you both opened your eyes. “I love you too”, you gasped and he hummed, his movements slowed down a little. “I´m not gonna last, mon amour”, he stumbled and you just nodded, overwhelmed by the feeling of your orgasm which came closer and the love you felt for this man, the love you have always felt for him. “Come for me, baby”, you moaned when you were about to reach your climax and he moaned, spilling his hot juice into you. Out of breath, he climbed off you, not before pressing a kiss on your lips. “This was worth all the wait. You are worth all the wait, y/n”, he whispered and you smiled, knowing that it was all worth it.
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Hey! It's my birthday today and it's been really good but it's been kind of the first birthday I've ever properly celebrated with my chosen family and friends in a long time since a lot of trauma/ab*se, and I really hope it wouldn't be too much to ask (take as long as you need obvs) for some headcanons with a Tav that isn't going to celebrate on their birthday, but Astarion makes it special for them somehow and maybe they agree it's Tav's 'first' birthday 🥹🥹🥹👉👈
I love all your work and eagerly await your posts, they make my day 🥰🥰🥰
Hi! Hope you will like it! Now, Tiriel's birthday is also in autumn!
Birthday Gift
Summary: Tiriel has no idea when her real birthday is and she's never receieved birthday gifts. Astarion finds it outrageous.
Pairing: Astarion x OC (Tiriel)
Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, post-game, named Tav, established relationship.
Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!
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TW: a mention of abuse
Tiriel looks around.
Autumn.
Leaves are turning red and yellow, the winds are cold and promise winter.
It’s beautiful, though the barbarian feels uneasy – the childhood memories. Winters are merciless in such wild places as the Sunset Mountains. Hunger, sickness, death… Sometimes her stepfather, a cruel chieftain, would order to leave certain people outside (too old, too weak) – to let them die and not waste scarce food.
He would often pull Tiriel outside when the autumn winds were particularly harsh and say: “Look at this, pixie girl, I can just order not to give you any food and you will die like a stray cat. But I am merciful – I told your mother I’d save your pathetic half-blood life!” With these words, he would let her go and Tiriel would run to hide somewhere dark and safe.
She was lucky there were no harsh winters during her childhood. She would be the first to be deprived of food and warmth.
Only half a human. The result of an affair between her mother and an unknown elf. She still wonders why she was spared in the first place. It would have been so easy to murder a newborn girl.
They didn’t.
They kept her.
Maybe it was a superstition that elven children would become evil spirits once they died, or fear that Tiriel’s elven relatives would return.
Those are questions without answers, Tiriel knows that.
Maybe there was a moment when her mother loved her. Maybe there was a moment when Tiriel’s stepfather really did forgive his wife.
Tiriel doesn’t have happy memories from her childhood. It’s all too dark and miserable.
And autumns like this remind her of it.
“Hello, darling,” Astarion grins, returning to the road from the woods. His shirt is stained and he licks his lips.
“What was it?” she asks.
“A boar. Didn’t expect I’d jump on it from the tree.”
Tiriel smiles as she wipes his face from blood and brushes his messy curls. Astarion doesn’t see himself in a mirror and, of all forms of intimacy, he especially cherishes being taken care of. Brushing his hair, cleaning his face, making sure he looks beautiful.
Two years. Two years of her own happy memories. Where she has a person to talk to, to hold, to love. Astarion is a troubled person, but Tiriel loves him at his worst and at his best.
Astarion rubs her ear, forcing her to giggle.
“Let’s go?” he suggests. “The weather is getting worse, I want to spend the next few days somewhere warm!”
“It’s five miles to Longsaddle if I’ve read the map properly.”
Astarion takes her hand, and Tiriel feels how warm it is thanks to the boar blood.
“Then we will meet the sunrise in a comfortable bed!” Astarion chuckles. “And in each other’s arms.”
“I doubt they have good beds there, so far from Luskan and other big cities.”
“We have low standards, you and I. As long as there is a blanket and a bed, we are fine, Besides I love using your breasts as my pillow.”
Tiriel bursts into laughter and receives a peck on the cheek.
Unfortunately, it can’t stop bad memories.
… Her siblings asked her to help them with something on a cliff. She followed them, only to be violently beaten by her older brothers. Tiriel even thought for a moment they were going to rape her, but, instead, they pushed her down to certain death.
Tiriel woke up in dirt and blood, with her arm broken in half, shivering and coughing.
And with a cave bear ready to murder her.
That’s when Tiriel felt rage for the first time.
It filled her veins with fire. Tiriel barely remembers what happened that night but she knows she killed that bear– and was left with facial scars. Then she came back, limping and bleeding. She thinks she fought someone, maybe one of her brothers or the chieftain and then she ran.
She ran into the mountains woods – no armor, no weapon, only rags and bare feet.
Then she collapsed on the ground, hurt and scared in the middle of the woods, forever lost.
Tiriel remembers that moment vividly.
A young girl who had barely hit puberty (because half-elves grow slower) woke up all alone and cried like a child. Then she got up and walked, dying of cold and hunger.
Two days later she was found by a group of adventurers who sort of adopted her as their party child. An old halfling washed Tiriel’s hair and healed her wounds. A water genasi cooked the girl food and offered the warmest blankets.
And the tiefling paladin asked Tiriel what her name was.
“My sweet, I thought it was me who tends to wander into dark thoughts,” Astarion squeezes. “Remembering your misfortunate youth again?”
“Yes. Just – similar. To what it was back then. The same autumn when I ran from home. The same autumn when I got my name.”
Tiriel, the little girl told the party. My name is Tiriel.
Astarion does the same thing he always does when he wants to support Tiriel.
He gives her a hug.
“Hush, Tiriel,” he murmurs. “You will never be alone again.”
Triel relaxes. That is her Astarion – a simple hug, a kiss, an embrace, and her nightmares perish.
He pulls away and Tiriel catches his most adorable smile – he doesn’t pretend, doesn’t show off, doesn’t perform. That’s real him.
“I want to kiss you,” he says.
She nods. They don’t have to ask permission to do things with each other. Kisses, hugs, grabbing hands, touching intimate parts – but they still do.
Tiriel asks if she can kiss Astarion.
Astarion states he wants to kiss her.
Simple as that.
Permission and declaration.
Astarion grazes her lips. He is in his predatory mood, when Tiriel just needs to accept whatever is going to be done to her. His strong hands grab her shoulders and tug at her.
Astarion finally breaks the kiss and stares at Tiriel for a few moments.
“I am not going anywhere,” Tiriel murmurs.
“I know, Tiriel. You are mine and I am yours,” Astarion presses his forehead to hers.
They go down the hill and find themselves on a road that connects scarce towns and settlements far from the Swords Coast. The road is more or less walkable but it soon will be washed out due to rains. Tiriel notices Astarion’s visible disgust.
“Honestly darling, we should have stayed in Baldur’s Gate and lived a life of comfort!” he chuckles.
“You would die of boredom – besides I thought you’d had enough of that place.”
“True, but there are many other comfortable places! Tiriel, you deserve to wear a nice gown made of the best fabrics and sleep in a huge master’s bed where I will ravish you till you beg me to stop.”
Tiriel turns around to see her partner better. “And then I would die of boredom. Astarion look at us – I am a nomad and you were enslaved for so long you deserve to see the world.”
“It doesn’t mean I can’t whine and complain!”
“You can whine and complain all day long, Astarion. Why even bother to be in a relationship, if you can’t do this?”
They bicker and laugh for the next hour until they see a town ahead. Despite it being close to midnight, the town doesn’t sleep and is rather festive.
“What is going on here?” Tiriel asks a passerby as they enter the town. “Some local celebration?”
“It’s our duke’s first son’s birthday,” the woman shrugs. “Not like we care about the spoilt brat but you can’t say ‘no’ to a celebration right?”
The woman disappears in the crowd and Tiriel points at the stalls.
“Astarion, look! So many sweets! Oh, and there are fireworks!”
Astarion looks distant, as if something plagued his mind.
“Love, what is it?” She asks and feels a wave of anxiety. What if it’s too much? Feasts like this used to be his hunting grounds, what if he has a painful flashback?
Two years against two centuries is almost nothing.
“Tirie,l” he finally asks. “When is yours?”
“What?”
“Birthday. I know this is a huge deal for humans and the ones who grew up with them.”
“I don’t know.”
Astarion looks at her with shock.
“You… what?”
“I don’t know when mine is, I was never told. Neither a date nor a month.”
“Oh,” Astarion didn’t expect this answer. “Well, at least you know the year, right?”
“I don’t.”
Astarion raises his index finger as if wanting to point at something, but then he shakes his head in disbelief.
“We have been together for two years and you are telling me now that you don’t… how old you are?!”
Tiriel ponders a bit.
“Well, I know it was 1472 DR when I ran away, I was told by the party who adopted me… and I had had my first blood only two months before that. But I am a half-elf and it took me longer to grow up… So I think I was… fifteen? Maybe, sixteen… Or fourteen? Definitely not sixteen… Because my older brother was sixteen… Damn, I don't really know. Don’t bother.”
“Darling, I can’t not bother with the fact that I don’t know how old you are!”
“You say it as if I was one of those little girls who look older than they are and get their one-night stands in trouble!”
“It’s not that, Tiriel! It’s just… I don’t know… wrong!”
“It probably is.”
“It is wrong.”
“I cannot do anything about that.”
The wave of sadness drags her to the bottom of her dark thoughts.
Beatings.
Insults.
Hatred.
Pain.
All at once, since she was born.
Suddenly, she is a little girl again – a little girl thrown outside in the autumn rain, in the wind, wearing only a nightshirt. Tiriel thinks she hears her stepfather's laughter from behind a thick wooden door as a seven-year-old half-elf who cries and begs him to let her in.
Tiriel stops. Tears prickle her eyes. Her face burns, and an adult half-elven woman who fought gods and demons starts ugly crying like a child.
She collapses on her knees not caring about the dirt, wailing and sniffing.
“Tiriel!” Astarion drops his sack and kneels beside her. “Did I do… Did I ask… Oh, hells.”
He puts his arms under her shoulders and presses her to himself, lulling and swaying side to side. He murmurs all the words of love and care he is capable of.
“Let’s take you somewhere warm,” he finally says, helping her to get up.
Despite the fest, they manage to find an inn with a free room, a cheap and simple one. Tiriel has to go inside first to invite Astarion, and then he takes everything in his hands again making sure the innkeeper brings warm blankets and prepares a bath.
“Love,” he says. “Look at me.”
Tiriel tries not to think about how bad she looks right now with her puffy face and snot but obliges.
“That's much better, now let’s take you to the bath”
An hour later, Tiriel submerges herself into the hot water and expects Astarion to join her, but instead he goes straight to the exit.
“Astarion!” she calls him out.
“I will be back soon, just relax while I am away, all right?”
Tiriel hates being alone. Too many dark thoughts, besides, now she feels guilty. Astarion went through hell and she dares to complain?!
Her past isn’t that bad in comparison with his. She has no right to pity herself.
Time passes slowly, and Tiriel feels restless. What if something happened? What if there was a vampire hunter? Or something else…
When she finally decides to get out of the bath, Tiriel hears familiar footsteps.
“Close your eyes, little love.”
Tiriel obeys and then feels something soft and plush in her arms.
“Open” Astarion places his chin on her shoulder.
A plushie-owlbear.
Soft and cute, it’s a toy appropriate for a little girl to cuddle with.
A toy she never had.
“Well,” Astarion explains. “Since you don’t know when your birthday is, it can be… today. 17 of Uktar. Happy birthday, love,” he kisses her cheek. “And I suppose we should decide how old you are.”
“Thirty-eight,” Tiriel says, doing mental math. “Let it be thirty-eight”
“Happy thirty-eight birthday, my lovely, darling girl.”
Tiriel feels like crying again. It’s just a toy, a plushie, a thing for a baby. But she was never treated as a child, she was never given toys or dolls. And this gift… is the best she could have received.
“Do you like it?” he asks carefully.
“Yes… I do love it! Thank you! Did you steal it?”
“I won it from the toymaker. Played cards with her.”
Astarion sits on the edge of the bathtub and Tiriel wraps her hands around his waist tugging him into water. He lets out a laugh.
“Darling, you know how long it will take to fully dry?”
“Eternity! And we will spend this eternity in the inn warm and safe,” Tiriel says. “Astarion, please! I don’t want to go back on the road now, so many bad memories!”
He sits in front of her fully in the water. “Ok my sweet, what else do you want for your birthday? Maybe I could return the favor and let you ride me in some place from your traumatic memories? I’ve seen a rather terrible-looking dirt of mud.”
Tiriel thinks for a while and then says. “I don't mind riding you, but maybe in the bedroom?”
“Whatever you say, darling!”
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It’s sunlight outside, and Astarion feels the tugging feeling in his undead chest. He misses sunlight, that's true.
Tiriel is asleep in his arms. They actually didn’t make it to the bedroom and had the first round in the bathtub, and now Astarion needs to repair his shirt and find missing buttons from a doublet.
It causes him anxiety, but he shrugs it away.
He can lose all the buttons and rip all his clothes, and the only reaction he will receive will be Tiriel’s jokes.
Tiriel hugs him from behind, placing her cheek on his mutilated back. The plushie is pressed between their bodies as his warrior-love has decided to sleep with it.
He actually didn’t expect her to like the toy. Initially, he was panicking and looking for something appropriate for Tiriel. A ring? A bracelet? Maybe a weapon? Maybe just something sweet?
Everything he was putting his eyes on was off. Jewelry Tiriel would never wear, a weapon she wouldn’t fight with.
And then he saw the toys. An owlbear plushie for a woman who is always treated like a brave hero. Who didn’t have a proper childhood?
The first birthday gift for someone who has never had a birthday.
And Tiriel loved it so much she pressed it to her chest the moment they stopped ‘celebrating’. She wanted to give it a proper name, and they spent at least a few minutes discussing their ideas before they settled on Big Eye.
“Tiriel,” Astarion mutters knowing she is asleep and won’t wake up. “I love you. You will never be alone, I promise. I will be with you unless you grow tired of me, and I am sure you won’t. Thank you for … finding me. Saving. Helping.”
Suddenly he feels her wet lips on his scars.
“I will never grow tired of you,” Tiriel promises.
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Chicken Shop Date - Part 10 Teaser
A/N: happy birthday Matty!!!!! to celebrate our favourite curly headed lad today, @imagine-that-100 and I have decided to give you a little teaser of part 10. it's slowly but surely coming together and we hope you enjoy this little taste of it! thank yous for being so patient and lovely, we love you lots and we're sending everyone lots of hugs xx
~*~*~*~ 25th February 2023 ~*~*~*~
“So sorry we’re late. We’re finally here.” You unlock the door to your Mum and Dad’s house with Matty in tow.
The only thing that’s gone right on your trip here is that you both made it into the car and you both had the bright idea of getting ready for your family party before you set off. Other than that, it’s been a bit of a mess.
First, after 5 minutes of driving away from Matty’s house, you both forgot your bags which you packed for the next few days of your stay at your parents so you had to go back to grab them. Then you kept on getting every red light you came across, followed by a standstill on the motorway which was 45 minutes of you and Matty singing 2000s bangers interrupted by each of you occasionally complaining about how long you’d been waiting in traffic.
Needless to say, parking up at your parents house was just that bit of comfort you needed after a shit journey. Though by the slight bit of worry you can detect on Matty’s face you feel that he may not be quite as comforted as this is the first time he’s meeting your parents.
He’s only briefly caught your Mum on FaceTime before now and it was just a quick conversation that you cut short because your Mum was about to embarrass you. But he’s yet to meet your dad and you know he’s nervous despite him having no reason to be.
“You’re fine, it’s better if we’re fashionably late anyway. Come in, come in.” You Mum shouts as she rushes to the door and practically all but shoves you out of the way after giving you possibly the quickest hug and peck to the cheek.
Clearly, her eyes are set on a certain someone else.
Your boyfriend manages to get his greeting in there first once you step to the side to watch the encounter. Matty smiles brightly, putting your bags down in the hall as he says, “Hey, so so nice to finally meet you.”
“Matty,” Your Mum’s grin is huge as she welcomes him with open arms, “So lovely to meet you properly.”
Being the teddy bear that he is, Matty isn’t phased by the hug in the slightest and he happily returns it, giving your Mum a tight squeeze as if relishing in the hug of another mother figure. It seems your Mum's grin is infectious because Matty’s is now just as big as he tells her, “So lovely to meet you in person. FaceTime isn’t the same. You’re even more gorgeous in real life.”
Your Mum starts laughing as they release each other from the embrace. “Flattery gets you everywhere in this house, you’re going to fit right in.” She pulls your boyfriend inside, like he isn’t being dragged when she says, “Please come in.”
Matty smiles at you on his way in, clearly having calmed down a little after realising you weren’t lying when you said that your Mum was lovely. You adore him for being nervous though, God knows if you weren’t badly jet lagged and emotional the day you met Denise, you would have been just as, if not more worried than when you met Tim.
Your Mum leads Matty straight into the kitchen leaving you to put both your bags at the bottom of the stairs out of the way, and you head to your lounge to see your Dad with a beer already in hand and he’s on his feet offering you a hug immediately. There’s a gin on the side so it’s great to see that they have had pre-drinks while they’ve been waiting for you to arrive and not sat hating you for being late.
After pleasantries are exchanged and you’ve given him a hug, he asks you. “Was the trip over okay?”
“Yeah it was good despite the traffic, thank you Dad.” You smile, picking up your Mum’s gin and smelling it quickly before you have a sip.
Ooooo parmaviolet gin. Stunning!
Putting the glass back down quickly, you nod towards the door and ask your father, “Come meet Matty?”
Your Dad looks entirely too smug as he asks, ”Do I pretend like I haven’t seen his face on your bedroom wall since you were a teenager?”
God that’s a whole different can of worms you’ll have to sort out when you get home later. Take the posters down, number 1 on the priority list.
”No, he knows I was a fan. But please don’t embarrass me.” You all but beg, even showing him some puppy dog eyes as you reiterate, “Please.”
“I make no promises.” Your Dad smiles teasingly and slight dread seeps into your system.
Even though you're slightly more than half certain he’s just trying to wind you up, you say, “Dad.” sternly.
Instead of easing your worries, your father just pulls you into another hug, and he kisses the top of your head before saying softly, “Good to have you home.”
You’re about to tell him you’re happy to be back, but before you can your Mum comes into the lounge with your boyfriend in tow. Immediately a smile finds its way to your lips, just because you can see his gorgeous face again but also because he’s clearly made friends with your Mum already as he’s got one of her precious gin glasses in hand which means he’s already won her over. You’re lucky if you even get one of those crystal gin glasses.
Your boyfriend’s grin only gets bigger when he properly greets your Dad, offering him a handshake.
As your father takes his hand, he asks knowingly, ”Did she make you drive Matty?”
”No, I offered,” Matty chuckles a little before he explains, “And I’ve not insured her on my car yet… But when I do that, I’ll make sure she drives next time.”
Matty glances at you all amused because you’ve told him in the past how you’re not too confident about driving around central London which is why you don’t have a car at your flat. The little bitch just likes teasing you about it, and from this alone you know him and your Dad will get on just fine because your Dad’s made the same joke in the past.
”Good man.” Your father chuckles, “Nice to meet you.”
After introductions are out of the way and you’re all settled with drinks in hand, Matty seems to relax right in and you’re really pleased because you knew he was nervous to meet your parents even though you told him there was no need to be. Regardless, you’re so happy he fits in seamlessly, and is doing God's work by entertaining all of your Mum’s silly questions.
But it’s when there’s a slight lull in conversation that your father takes the opportunity to ask a question you wish never left his lips.
Your Dad looks all proud of himself after he takes a sip of beer and asks, “Has my daughter ever told you about the time that she screamed and started crying when you announced you were releasing your second album?”
“Oh my god, STOP!” You yell before hiding yourself in your hands all the while Matty’s giggle fills the room.
“Ha, no she hasn’t but I’d love to hear all stories like that.” You hear your boyfriend say and you're already shaking your head.
“No, you don’t.” You say sternly, still hiding your now burning face.
Your Dad just laughs and ignores you as he tells Matty, “Oh there’s hundreds, I’ll tell you when she’s not here to tell me off.”
The whine of pain that leaves your lips has the room laughing, and Matty rubs your back for a second to silently tell you not to be embarrassed. If anything he’s grateful for your obsession with his music because it led to him being here with you right now and he wouldn’t change that for the world. No matter how obsessed you may be.
You take a second to compose yourself before you uncover your hot face and look directly at the culprit. “Dad,” You shoot him a pointed look that both him and your Mum start chuckling at, “Thought I just said don’t embarrass me.”
“Sorry sweetheart, but I can’t promise anything when you bring the man home who we’ve been shown pictures of since you were a teenager.” Your Dad drops you in it again and all you can do is look to the ground and sigh.
“It’s going to be a very long night.” You mumble before you take a long sip of your gin.
And something tells you that you’re not going to be wrong.
~*~*~*~
Matty is stiff in his seat next to you in the taxi as you make your way to the venue where your family gathering is. As nerve wracking as it was to meet your parents, he recognises that it’s gone well, but the prospect of now going to a place where he’s not only going to meet but interact with your entire family for hours, has him shitting bricks.
His breathing becomes shallow as he bounces his knee and fiddles with his fingers, and he doesn’t even notice he’s doing all that since he’s lost staring space. His thoughts are as all over the place as his fidgeting, trying to remember names you’ve thrown around or little details about your aunties and uncles that he could use to make a good impression.
You’re thankful you don’t fail to notice his clear signs of restlessness showing through. You almost coo aloud because you find it so adorable that he’s this nervous about meeting your family. Maybe you should mention they already adore him because you have never kept your love for the band from them, so basically everyone already knows who he is.
If anyone should be scared of things potentially going against them, it’s you who should be worried. God knows all the shit your family could say to him to embarrass you. Your parents have already tried their hand, but you know there’s so much more that everyone else could say.
Before you can even begin to make a list of all the possibilities, your hand rests over his restlessly bouncing knee. You gently rub his thigh as you send a smile his way, quietly telling him, “You’re going to be fine.”
His leg stops moving and though his hands freeze over his lap, his gaze falls on you and you can just read the worry on his face.
Bringing a hand up to cup his face, you rub his cheek softly and assure him, “They’ll love you.”
Just as much as I do, you want to add but you don’t think it’s the best time to say it. You just hope he can read it in your eyes, because your chest hurts with the amount of love you have for him and it shines on your face when you look at him.
He nods faintly and leans in to steal a quick kiss. “I trust you,” he mumbles against your lips before pressing a kiss to your cheek and finally settling in his seat.
His fingers intertwine with yours and he squeezes your hand before resting it over his thigh. Looking down at your joined hands makes you sigh in content, and you end up resting your head on his shoulder with the stupidest smile on his face.
Matty lets your warmth calm him down and soon he forgets where you’re going for all he can think of is how nice you smell and how soft your skin feels under his calloused fingers, how cute you look in this dress and how he could go an eternity with you pressed against his side like this.
When the car stops, you pick your head up and, just like your parents, thank the driver before exiting the taxi. You turn to look at Matty and see his nerves washing over him again, but you walk up to him and brush his curls back before kissing him softly and quickly in reassurance.
Though it really doesn’t help when your dad says, “Come on, let's throw you into the belly of the beast Matty.”
Matty chuckles quietly, and though he puts on a cool, unbothered expression, the way he squeezes your hand gives him away. He clears his throat before saying, ”You surely can’t be all that bad.”
Your dad snorts menacingly, knowing exactly what’s to be expected on the other side of the door, ”You’ll be eating your words soon.”
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Passage of time in Milgram is very weird and hard to understand. Although for some characters there are some visibile changes like hair growth and, despite that in timeline conversation they celebrate their birthdays, their age is the same. One might say that it is just a choice made my creators, simply because in TV shows or games characters usually maintain their age. However, at the beginning of the trial 2 they updated the profile, so wouldn't it make sense to also change it, considering that Es is sleeping for a few months and how long the trials themselves last...? An aspect that seems to be more than once pointed out, which indicates that the time is not passing much different than ours.
"Yuno: Good morning, Guard-san. My name is Kashiki Yuno… Did you remember that properly?"
"Fuuta: …Kajiyama Fuuta. It’s been a while, Guard. What were you doing until now..?"
"Muu: I’m Kusunoki Muu. Guard-san, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?"
"Shidou: I’m Kirisaki Shidou. It’s been a while, Es-kun. While you were gone, a lot of things happened."
"Mahiru: …Shiina Mahiru. It’s been a long time, Es-kun… I wanted to see you…"
"Kazui: Good morning. (Laughs) Guard-kun is a sleepyhead, aren’t you? I’m Mukuhara Kazui. Do you remember now?"
"Mikoto: Ah, Guard-kun. It’s been a while. Ow, ow ow… My head hurts…"
Jackalope also points out that the MVs are posted at the same time when Es extracts them.
Merch is also a good indicator that states that their age is the same.
Amane and Es didn't grow up further, them being the ones for we should see more visibile changes, the only thing different is the lenght of the hair for some characters.
But hair is something that grows really fast, so considering that Milgram began like three years ago, since the beginning of the first trial and now, their hair should be more longer! I doubt that many of them considered cutting it or cared enough about it especially the guilty prisoners...
Because the characters don't seem to suffer much physical changes, a question arose in my mind. If that's the case, than doesn't it mean that their bodies are also healing very, very slow?
It is over a year since the beginning of the second trial and Shidou admits that he has to constantly take care of Mahiru.
Which seems quite odd, doesn't it? Considering her injuries, if not fully recovered, Mahiru should at least feel better, something that doesn't seem to be the case...
Neck sprain -> time to recover (4-6 weeks usually, a severe one 3 months)
Rib fractures -> 12 weeks without fixation, six months or one year after surgery
Fractured arm -> 12 weeks with still some discomfort
Compression fractures -> 8 weeks or more if surgery is needed
Lacerations -> dependes a lot of how bad the wound is, but most of them heal earlier than 3 months
Mahiru should have been much better, but she isn't, despite that most injuries require 3-4 months for her to have a better condition...
Fuuta, who Shidou doesn't mention a lot, despite also suffering from injuries, I don't think is doing any better. Although, in his case, most of the injuries require surgery, something that Shidou can't currently do.
Orbital fracture and retinal detachment -> requires surgery in most cases
Chest injuries depending on how severe they are can heal in 6 weeks. However, considering that Fuuta is in a lot of pain, with how difficulty he is sometimes speaking, makes me believe that he needs surgery even here.
What makes me worried is how, despite receiving care from Shidou, especially Mahiru, there aren't a lot of changes in their condition during the trial. It's like their bodies can't heal, they are stuck in time. Which will surely be a big problem for the next trial, if someone else gets injuried... It also makes me wonder if Mahiru and Fuuta will truly be better at the beginning of the next trial...
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Birthday princess 
pairing || woc!reader x mob!ari levinson
genera || fluff.
summary || how’s Ari dealing with someone trying to disrespect his girl.
wordcount || 2,4K
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A vicious man who will go to any length to make his sweetheart smile.
Growing up, Ari enjoyed his mother's elaborate celebrations, where everything had to be extravagantly flawless—whether they were birthday parties, wedding anniversaries, or charity events. He thinks his mother did all that to compensate for her husband, his father’s harsh reality.
He especially gets excited whenever his birthday is nearing, he loved when he was ten and he loves it now, almost thirty seven years old.
Even though, it's different from when he was younger, he still enjoyed it. However, the idea of someone not celebrating their milestone were awful to him, So when he found out his precious girl never celebrated her birthday he was horrified.
He couldn’t fathom that someone not celebrating their birthday especially someone as sweet as his girl.
Your birthday was never acknowledged by your parents. Not even a happy birthday was said. Although, your siblings celebrated theirs, no one ever seemed to remember yours.
As you got older, you just forget about it. You knew you missed something, but there was nothing you could do to persuade your parents to celebrate your birthday because they always had some excuse not to.
At first, you resisted Ari's insistence on throwing you a birthday party. Therefore, Ari did not celebrate your first birthday together as he had intended while you two were together. But of course he did do something to celebrate.
He took you to an upscale restaurant, after both of you finished eating, he gave you your gift; an elegant pair of earrings. That was the first time anyone had ever given you anything. You were appreciative, till this day you never taken them off.
The following year, when your birthday approached, Ari broached the subject once more, you told him you didn't care and that what you both did last year was enough yet Ari didn't think so. He wants to give you the experience of celebrating your birthday properly.
After much persuasion, you agreed to the birthday party, Ari got his mother's party planner number in order for you to contact her to plan your birthday, he didn’t set a budget for it; just told you to do what your heart desired.
"I want everything to go as smoothly as possible, Steve, I don't want anything to go wrong," Ari says as he sips from his brownish liquor.
"Of course, I'll tell Peter to oversee everything," you'd assume from the way they're both talking seriously in their black suits that it had to be about business. No, it's Ari's princess 24th birthday celebration. Which, if you think about it, is more important.
Ethan, your bodyguard and friend, is racing with with staff members making sure everything is perfect for your birthday, including the lights, decorations, DJ, food and drinks.
“She even got Ethan to do all the work” steve mumbled to Ari who let out a chuckle “I can’t believe he’s the toughest one of our men” He sips the rest of his drink before smiling to himself “wait for me in the werehouse” Steve only nodded.
He went upstairs to the guest bedroom where you had your makeup artist and hairstylist stay because Ari doesn't like it when people are in his room.
He stared at you from the doorway, completely captivated; the expression of happiness in your eyes brought happiness to him as well; he can't believe someone could be so cruel as to not love or spoil you in the way you deserve.
"Can you leave us for a minute?" As soon as he said it, the room quieted down, and your best friend, Nat, who you met through Ari's friends, spoke up, "sure, we will be outside," she patted your shoulder. She had already dressed in a black silk dress, done her makeup beautifully with smokey eyes and her signature red lipstick that matches her hair, she looks stunning.
"You look pretty," he began, staring at you from the mirror “you do, too," you said, turning around to face him.
He takes a step closer to you, as soon as he is within reach, you wrap your hand around his neck, drawing him closer to you, tilting your heads up to lock your gaze on him smiling lovingly.
"Ethan needs a day off tomorrow," when you noticed that the party planner were demanding you gave her Ethan's phone number so she could organize everything with him rather than you, you just told them what you want the theme of your party.
He initially objected, after all, he is the toughest man. But he agreed simply because he likes you and he wants you to have the nicest and most memorable birthday celebration ever.
"Sure, anything you want." Even Ari is taking a day off tomorrow, he wants to spend it with you while business is calm nowadays.
"You spoil me a lot," you said, kissing his jaw. He smiled “that's the least I could do for you. honey"
"Thank you, I love you too much." You kissed him again. "I love you too."
"I’m leaving for a bit; I've got a business to take care of, and I’ll be back before the party starts."
"Why?" You pout. Is he going to skip your birthday? You know it was stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe your parents is right; it is a waste of time.
"They need me there; it won’t take too long, maybe an hour max," he told you while curdling your face between his large hands and kissing your lips softly.
“You promise?” You smiled softly at him.
"Absolutely,I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he replied, you kissed him again.
“I’ll leave you now to finish, honey."
“Okay be careful”
“Always”
He left, and the girls returned to do their tasks. Wanda followed Nat into the room; it appears that your friends are already showing up, so you should finish quickly.
“Hey! Nat told me you invited Ema?” Wanda said as soon as she’s stepped beside you, “hello to you too” you turned to her smiling.
“Im sorry babe” she kissed your cheek before continuing “is it true?”
“Yes, i thought it would be rude to invite all of our friend group except her!”
Nat spoke looking at Wanda “told you”
“Yep, she’s tooooo nice” Wanda replied.
“I don’t know, Ari is inviting his friends and business partners, his mom and sisters are coming as well as their friends, so I think it would be crowded and she won’t be a bother!”
“I hope so” Nat said before looking at Wanda who was fixing her red dress, adjusting her breasts “what are you doing?”
“I’m gonna go see Ethan, wish me luck” Wanda and Ethan has been flirting a lot lately, you know they would end up together it was just a matter of time.
Everyone has arrived an hour and a half later, including your friends, Ari's friends, and family. Nat helped you dressing up in your pink gown, you wore your jewelry as well. Wanda is working as your personal photographer; she took many photos of you before you had to go downstairs so the party could begin.
When the DJ announced your entrance, everyone's eyes turned to you, yelling and clapping, while your eyes scanned the the place looking for Ari.
As soon as your gaze latched on him, you smiled brightly, relaxing for a while before getting down and everyone began to approach you, wishing you a happy birthday.
You were quite apprehensive because it was the first time you had ever been the center of attention at any form of event.
Nat gave you a microphone so you could thank everyone who came to celebrate with you, and you specifically thanked Ari, none of this would happened if it weren’t for him. You wished them a good evening.
After you handed the DJ the microphone, you felt like you were being crushed in a hug by someone, and when you looked down, you discovered it was Ari's younger sister, Amara.
“Happy Birthday!!!!!” She said screaming a bit. You laughed before hugging her back.
“Stop squeezing my girl to death” Ari teased his sister before greeting his mom and his older sister Sadie.
When Amara separated from you Sadie hugged you, as well as his mother.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart; i loved the party theme!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Levinson," you respectfully said. The elder woman scoffs at you, "sweetheart, we've been through this a lot! Please call me Freya; you make me feel old."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll start calling you Freya," you said hesitantly, knowing she had told you that several times but you always forgot. Your mother taught you to never address someone by their first name; instead, use Mr. or Mrs.
Sadie looked around “are we finally going to meet your family?”
Your communication with your family has diminished since you left for college; you text and call, but they don't reach out to you as frequently as you would want. It's what they've wanted ever since you were born. To forget all about you.
You gave them an invitation to your party, but they did not respond. And when you called they didn’t pick up, No surprise.
You didn’t tell Ari that, you didn’t want him to feel sorry for you. But he can see it in your face when his sister mentioned your family.
“Oh they’re busy, they couldn’t make it!” You hoped your excuse was believed and by the look they gave you they did.
After a small talk they left to join other people for dance and chatting.
Ari left you alone for a minute to talk with his friends while you drank and danced with your friends.
Hours later, it was time to cut the cake, two servants brought the cake to a table in front of you. Ari hand wrapped around your waist while your hand was on top of his, him and everyone else singing happy birthday for you.
"Make a wish!" Nat called for you, and everyone else joined her, you giggled before closing your eyes and making a wish.
After opening your eyes and blowing on the candle, everyone clapped and whistled for you.
"I want to show you something," Ari whispered in your ear. You turned around, looking into his eyes. "What?"
"Come with me," he said, taking your hand a bit further and directing you to the double massive doors, which opened immediately.
A Rolls-Royce Ghost in Champagne Rose pulled in, you could hear the stunned screams of the people surrounding you; you were as surprised as they were.
“Oh my god!!, you didn’t!!!” You looked between Ari and the car, Ethan stepped out of the car, passing the keys to Ari, who handed them to you.
“All yours baby” you jumped on him, hugging him firmly, thanking him constantly “I love you i love you i love you!!”
Nat and Wanda came close to you both “girl you have to take us for a ride!!”
“I can’t wait to show off my first car ever!!” You smiled big and jumped up and down while clapping.
Wanda smiled “let me take pictures of you with the car!” She took her phone out and you got beside the car posing while she took a couple of pictures of you.
You grabbed Ari hand wanting him in the pictures. He smiled before letting you posing him in whatever way you wanted.
If he could, he would have given you the entire world without asking, but for the time being, he will give you anything your heart desire.
Life has its own way of repaying you. While you spent the previous twenty-three years begging someone to spare you a glance, right now you could ask for anything and it wouldn’t be trouble to give.
From behind, an irritating loud noise was heard. "I told you that he is her sugar daddy!!" Everyone fell silent, wondering who it was.
Your smile faded slightly; you weren't a particularly confrontational person to begin with. People would walk all over you while you excused them. You were too kind and too afraid to ever react to anyone.
“Who said that?" Ari stated calmly yet furiously, everyone got quiet surprised at the person who is brave enough to insult Ari’s girl
Wanda and Nat exchanged knowing glances. Finally, Ema made a fool of herself in front of Ari.
They know Ari doesn't accept disrespect, especially to those who don't deserve it, and to disrespect his girl? Oh, she just dug up her grave.
“Ema did," Nat answered, unconcerned about your glares.
Ari doesn't want to ruin your first birthday celebration, but he can't let this individual get away with it.
When he observed a girl who appeared shaking with fear, everyone's gaze was drawn to her, he knew it was her, and he approached her moved in front of her eye sight, almost nothing can stand between them.
"There are two reasons for saying this; one is that you are jealous because no one has ever loved you enough to provide you with something you desired, or YOU don't deserve to be loved or cared for like i do with my girl, I believe the latter it is," he said as calm as he can be
He could hear Wanda and Nat laughing mockingly at her. Finally, someone standing up to this bitch.
“Get the fuck out of my house and don't ever think of disrespecting my girl; or the next time you won't have a tongue to talk with; are we clear?" She nodded so quickly
“Good," he said, motioning for two of his guards to accompany her out; Bucky pointed out for the DJ to play some music to keep the party going.
Wanda yelled “ oh my god i love this song”
Her and Nat went dancing on the dance floor, while everyone else seemed to have forgotten what had happened and continued to have fun.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ari spoke to you in hushed tones.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, smiling back. "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you in your mob mode?"
“Really??” Ari was taken aback, saying, "I hope I didn't scare you."
"You did not, thank you for standing up for me; I really thought inviting her to my party would make her nice to me," you said, "I didn't want to divide our group into two sides."
"Sometimes, honey, being nice to someone so low is not the solution; if they don't respect you, they have to go; it's either they do or they don't." His huge hands comforted you by moving circles behind your back.
You thought for a moment about what he said "Yeah, you're right"
You got closer to him, your lips almost touching, "do you want to take my new car for a ride?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
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POPSTAR!Y/N — series.
pairing: harry styles x reader
MASTERLIST.
NOTE: this is to celebrate 1k followers!!! thank you guys so much, it is actually insane that so many people follow me and like my content, so i'm very grateful. harry is back, and with a trope/series i have not planned out but i feel will develop beautifully!! also i added “‘s finsta” to celebrities bc i was too lazy to search if they had them or not… i too wanna thank @harrysfolklore for all of her help while i made this!! happy reading 🤍
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yourusername i can love me better.
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ynfan1 WHAT IS GOING ON
devonleecarlson hugeeee slay
ynfan2 miss y/n stop giving me heart attacks pls
user1 when’s she gonna let liam go omg
ynfan3 new album alert!!!
gemmastyles I’m obsessed already
↳ harryfan1 gemma what are you doing here?????
ynfan4 this new era is gonna slay
billieeilish 👏mother👏
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alistupdates Y/N Y/L/N was seen arriving at a restaurant in NYC! We don’t know for sure who she was meeting, but word has it Harry Styles was also there!
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harryfan21 what would harry be doing there tho?
↳ ynfan23 maybe going on a date w her
↳ harryfan22 as if harry would go out with someone like her
user21 This John Galiano look on her 🔥
ynfan24 MOMMY!!!!
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ynupdates y/n’s reaction when asked about harry styles!
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harryfan32 “harry’s… haha… um, i haven’t had the chance to meet him properly…”
↳ user31 girly was struggling hard to deflect the question
ynfan32 her face was priceless
ynfan33 best bit was when she mentioned her manager to stop herself from revealing anything
↳ ynfan34 How so?
↳ ynfan33 jimmy asked if the rumours of harry being on her upcoming album were true and her eyes slightly widened and then went “i guess you’ll just have to wait and see, i mean… i see my manager glaring at me, i hear you loud and clear, sharon!”
user32 ugh get her away from harry now
harryfan33 they’d be a better couple than him and olive for sure..
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yourusername i’m very excited to announce that my latest single ‘Flowers’ will be out this week! this song is for anyone who was heartbroken over a relationship but knows they are worth much more than that relationship. love yourself because no one will do so better!
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ynfan41 already a bop!!!!!
harrystyles 🌺🌸🌼
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↳ harryfan42 the flowers😭😭😭 i love him sm
ynfan42 ON LIAM’S BIRTHDAY👏
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ynfan43 the queen is back bitches
user41 i can feel myself relating alr
dualipa this song is pure beautyyy ✨
↳ yourusername you’re pure beauty!!! 🌼
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yourfinsta me and my (alleged) bf out in the wild🔥
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harrysfinsta Looking good! 😊
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↳ harrysfinsta Always compliment! ❤️❤️
victoriapedrettisfinsta You guys are so cute it sickens me
bellahadidsfinsta MY BABIES!! 💕
↳ devonsfinsta ours***
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ynfanclub guys someone sent this account which is supposedly y/n! it has a childhood pic as the pfp which we could not find ANYWHERE!! there are no apparent celebs who follow it, so it could be fake… what do you guys think???
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user61 if it is her, respect her privacy. there’s a reason she made a finsta
ynfan63 i don’t think it’s her tbh
↳ ynfan64 same here!
↳ user62 not the first time someone faked being her…
ynfan65 i’d be so annoyed if i had a finsta and someone exposed it, just saying
user63 if it has that many followers, im betting it’s her
ynfan66 i requested too!!!!
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Sup. Can I ask for a scarlett x sister reader ?
Scarlett plans us an amazing sweet 16 party. She invites the whole school. The only problem is, we're really not that popular and on one shows up. So scarlett quickly gets on the phone and invites all her celebrity Hollywood friends before we arrive with the fam. Her friends of course drop everything to come (because we're a sweet kid and they all love us).
Soon the party is all over social media and the kids from school show up to meet their favourite celebrities but scarlett tells security to not let them in knowing we'd be uncomfortable with them just getting close to us because they now know who our big sister is.
Sweet 16
Y/N: 16 years old
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NO ONE'S POV
Scarlett smiles, admiring the garden which she decorated for her little sister's 16th birtday. She, as the big sister, has been super excited for today. Her little sister's turning 16, so it needs to be big and perfect. She even sent invitation to nearly the entire Y/N's school.
There's one thing Scarlett doesn't know though. Y/N isn't exactly popular at her school, more specifically… she's more of a loner and the one the others mostly make fun of.
So when no one shows up, it's not really surprise, yet Scarlett doesn't know and it makes her really confused.
"I got it all right, where is everyone?" She asks herself with a sigh, looking at the invitations if she didn't got the time or date wrong.
Ten minutes pass and still no one has come which makes Scarlett really nervous as Y/N should be here in less then 40 minutes.
"Alright, time for plan B" Scarlett sighs out, taking her phone and listing through her contacts.
She calls every single one of her friends that Y/N's met, inviting them over for the party and luckily everyone said they would come.
The first guests arrive soon which finally makes Scarlett relax. And a lot more come right after, so the huge garden finally doesn't look that empty anymore.
Even more guests arrive and now it's about the time Y/N should come. It was hard, but everyone managed to hide behind something and now they're just waiting for Y/N to walk in.
And in the moment she does, everyone jumps out of their hiding spots, shouting 'happy birthday' which makes Y/N jump a little, but then a smile makes its way on her face.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart" Scarlett's, of course, the first one to walk to her sister and pull her in for a tight hug.
"Thank you! Did you do all this?" Y/N questions, a smile never leaving her face.
"My little sister's turning 16 today. We need to celebrate it properly" Scarlett smiles, pressing a kiss to her sister's forehead before taking her hand in hers and leading her to the others.
Spotting the Marvel cast, Y/N drops her sister's hand and runs to them, pulling all of them in for a hug which makes Scarlett chuckle. Y/N's spent a lot of time on set with her big sister and over all the years she's become pretty close with them.
"I can't believe you're all here" Y/N nearly squeals, her eyes shining and a wide smile playing on her lips.
"Of course we are! We wouldn't miss your birthday for the world!" Chris Evans speaks first which only makes Y/N's smile widen even more.
After talking to every single person who came, it's finally time for the birthday cake. And of course, everyone brings out their phones, filming everything and taking pictures. Y/N's turning 16, this moment just needs to be captured.
Automatically, most of the videos and photos end up posted on instagram or other social media which doesn't go unnoticed by the kids from Y/N's school Scarlett invited in the first place.
No one on the entire school knows Scarlett Johansson is Y/N's sister. Maybe if the kids knew earlier, they would have come. Who knows?
The Johansson family decided it would be better for Y/N's safety, knowing what paparazzi and social media can be like.
It won't matter now though and Scarlett counts with it. She knows Y/N's strong and would never let any bad article, comment or anything similar take her down.
Everyone's eating the cake now, talking, laughing and Y/N's never been happier. Every now and then she just leans to her sister's side, giving her a hug as Scarlett's sitting next to her and that makes the big sister really happy.
It doesn't take long until some kids from Y/N's school show up, standing in front of the house as the security Scarlett hired won't let them in.
"I am such a great cook. I would definitely make a great guest on Cooking with Flo" Y/N states, Florence Pugh letting out a chuckle in response.
Somehow the two ended up talking about cooking and Y/N as a big Cooking with Flo fan just had to try.
"Tell her, Scar" Y/N looks at her sister in a need for a support, furrowing her brows when she notices Scarlett's not really paying attention and looking at the security guy that's coming their direction. "Are you okay?"
"What? Oh, yeah. No worries. I'll be right back" Scarlett smiles, pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead before standing up and walking over to the man. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Just a group of kids showed up, claiming they're your sister's friends and were invited. Should we let them in?" He asks.
Scarlett checks the time, seeing it's been nearly two hours since the party started. She glances at her sister, seeing her smile and laugh while talking to the others, a smile making its way on her own face.
"No. Don't let them in" Scarlett decides.
The kids must have seen the photos and videos the others shared. And if this is the reason they showed up, Scarlett doesn't want them to be around her little sister. If they were real friends, they would have come at time.
The man nods and starts walking back, so Scarlett goes back to her little sister, taking a seat next to her. "Are you having a good time?"
"The best! This is the best birthday party ever!"
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Lucerys - Dance
Pairing: Lucerys X Green!Daughter
Summary: reader and Luke had been best friends for years before being split up but finally they meet again at the readers birthday ball.
Words: 2914
Requested by anon
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Being the youngest child of the king was a strange experience. As the youngest you didn’t have to worry about as many marriage proposals or having to go to make official royal visits. The only times you were sent on royal visits had been with either your mother or brother Aemond as your mother did not trust her another son to look after you. You spent more time looking after Aegon than the other way round as you were the one that would sneak him his hang over cures when your mother banned the maesters for helping him as punishment for her sons drinking.
Despite this you were also close with your mother. She was extremely protective which had its ups and downs. On one hand you didn’t need to worry about Lords trying to manipulate you for your hand and on the other you only really had your family to spend time with. However, as you were the youngest, quite a bit younger than your siblings, it still could be lonely at time. Or at least it was after Luke had left court.
When Luke was still at court however you were inseparable. You studied together, trained with your dragons together, were forced to learn how to dance together. It was lucky that you both got on so well because if not the whole ordeal would have been awkward. You didn’t mind spending all your time with him however and soon you may have well been the same person.
The day Rhaynera decided to move her and her children to Dragonstone to marry Daemon Targaryen you cried. You cried the whole day and so many more to come. Luke did his best not to join you in your tears. You clung onto him for dear life as you said your goodbyes. But eventually you were forced to let go.
You didn’t leave your room for days after he left. The worst was no one really noticed as they were used to you being away in some corner with Luke. Aemond only noticed when he realised, he had not been pranked by you and Luke for a week. The only reason you even came out of your room is because he banned the cooks to send food to your room and eventually you realised starvation would not bring Luke back.
Eventually you found a new normal but it was hard at first. Now you were far more studious, rode your dragon more, and even began to wear more princess like dresses as you weren’t having to sneak around with Luke to pull off your next heist. Alicent was so happy by the change that soon you became her favourite. She loved to come to your chambers and do your hair as before you had never allowed her to, claiming she pulled to hard. Now you didn’t see a point of fighting your mother off.
During her visits to try out the latest braid styles in your hair she began to discuss plans for your upcoming birthday. As usual there would be cakes and dancing and lords pretending to take an interest in you. For you it was more of a chore and you would celebrate your birthday properly the day after. Usually this would be done with Lucerys, but this year Heleana would have to do.
“You’re so lucky my dear not to have to organise this yourself,” Alicent said as she tugged your hair back from your face, “Trying to organise the guest list alone is killing me. Who can come and what day and how much time we spend with them outside of the ball itself. It’s all very complicated just to avoid bruising some egos,”
“Do I even know half the people coming?” you asked.
Alicent sighed, “You know of them at the very least. It’s all the usual sort but don’t worry darling you don’t need to talk to anyone for very long. That’s what I’m here for. You just pick a couple lords or their sons, don’t worry I’ll point them out to you, you dance with them then you just sit and look pretty,” Alicent smiled as she admired her handy work. “Don’t you just love it?”
It took all your energy to muster up a smile to try convincing her but she seemed pleased non the less. “We’ll need to set up some more dancing practises,” your mother continued. “Can’t have you stepping on any fragile toes,”
“I normally practise with Luke,” you sighed as you ran your fingers over the braids. You knew exactly the disgusted face he would make if he could see them now.
“Well you can dance with him at the ball but for now-“
“Lucerys will be there?” you span around to face your mother.
“Of course he will,” she said, her face contorted to scold you for interrupting her, “Rhaynera and her whole family will be there. Even that Daemon of hers. I can’t believe she married that lunatic,”
“Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?” you ignored her pettiness not wanting to get involved in her drama.
Alicent just shrugged as she began to pack up her hair styling supplies, “Well of course he was going to be there. I didn’t think you would mind,” but you were too thrilled to care at this point. Lucerys was coming back.
The days leading up to the ball you had been on the lookout for his arrival but your mother kept you so busy you didn’t even find out they had arrived till after dark and your mother insisted you needed your beauty sleep and he could wait. Then despite your tries the next day it felt like everyone was trying to keep you both apart. Every time you would leave your room there would be someone needing something about some dress or food or song that need your opinion despite everyone knowing your mother would be the one really deciding.
Then the day of the ball rolled around and you didn’t think you could be busier. While your mother was off greeting guests you were being primped and polished by handmaidens and servants. Everything had to be perfect. When you were finally ready you looked into the mirror and did not recognise the girl staring back at you. Her hair was filled with intricate interweaving braids. Her skin was slathered with lotions and tinted balms. Her dress showed off a figure even you barely recognised.
A knock came from the door. “Come in,” you called despite feeling all the air leaving your body as your breath quickened.
You glanced at the door to see Aegon walking in, “Well don’t you look like mothers’ little pet,”
“Shut up Aegon,” You glared as you examined yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the braids then the dress then the braids again, “I feel- “
“Stupid? That’s what you get for pleasing her,” Aegon walked over to stand behind you looking at you in the mirror together. He turned to the women in the room, “Leave us. I will escort my sister down in a few minutes,”
He was met with several hesitant looks as the women contemplated who was worse to anger; your brother or mother. “My prince, the queen specifically requested-“ one lady started but was soon cut off.
“I am sure I can be trusted to walk her down some stairs. I’ve not drank that much have I?” he chuckled as he placed his hands on your shoulders.
“I’ll be down in a few minutes. I promise,” you assured your ladies and finally they left the room.
When the door closed Aegon turned you around, “You look like mother,”
“Fix it,”
“Say no more,” Aegon said as he began to pull pins out your hair. Soon he was pulling and tugging harder than mother but it was all worth it when your hair began to resemble hair rather than a helmet. He still kept some of the braids in but now it was at least a curly half updo. “I’m not about to start tearing your dress so you’ll have to deal with that but dab some of that gunk off and lets go before mother finds out and fixes you.”
“Thank you,” you sigh as you dab off the excessive lotions, so your skin did not look so greasy. “I just wanted- “
“To look good for your boy toy,” He smirked as you began to splutter out incoherent sentences, “It’s fine. I’m hardly one to judge. Just don’t tell Aemond you fell for the eye snatcher,”
“It was an accident,” you snap and Aegon just laughed, “Besides he probably doesn’t like me,”
“If he doesn’t then I want to know why he wouldn’t shut up about you all morning so c’mon. Grab your shit and let’s rock this bitch. I wanna make an entrance,”
And that he did. Well kind of. you think the gasps were because it was the first evening all week the prince had walked into a room without stumbling. Aegon led you into the ballroom and presented you to your mother who struggled not to strangle her son in front of everyone. But all you cared about was Lucerys.
He was stood beside his mother and brother who were a mere feet or two away from the king and you tried your best not to stare at him, but you swore you could feel his eyes on you. After your father had greeted you, it was Rhaenyra’s turn.
“You look absolutely darling sweetheart,” your sister said as she took your hands in hers giving them a light squeeze, “I like your hair its very…interesting,” she smiled.
“It’s a new style im trying,” you said with heat rushing to your cheeks before turning to Daemon which honestly did not help your blush. “Uncle,” you greeted and he just nodded and smirked in return. Going down the line you finally got to Jace, “Hello idiot,” you grinned, knowing now it was far too personal to hug him in front of everyone though desperately wanting to.
“Dumbass,” he smiled back as he took your hand to kiss it and you swore you saw him glance at his brother as he did. “We’ve missed having you around,”
“I miss it too. You should visit more often,” you said before quickly moving down again to finally get to Lucerys. “Luke,” you beamed, reaching for his hand but he just bowed his head. “Im so glad your finally back,”
He gave a tight smile and nodded his head, “Happy name day princess. We shouldn’t keep you from your guests. It was lovely to see you,”
Even your sisters face was filled with confusion, but no one had time to question it when your mother rushed you off to great the next family. you looked back over your shoulder to see Jace taking his brother somewhere and Luke didn’t even spare you a glance. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes but you managed to keep them in as you bored yourself with the next guest.
The whole evening was a mix of watery eyes, cake, and dancing. Most of the lords were old enough to be your father but their were a couple age appropriate ones. Although you’d never pursue him Jace was one of them and soon approached you for a dance.
As you took to the floor, Jace leading the way and placing a hand on your waist and one in your hand, you finally could attempt to get some answers, “So do I have to ask why your brother hates me?”
Jace sighed as he spun you to the music before bringing you back in, “He doesn’t hate you he’s just a dumb kid,”
“Don’t call him dumb,” you snapped and Jace laughed, “I might hate him but don’t insult him,”
“You don’t hate him either. You both have the same problem,”
“And what’s that?” you asked, forcing yourself to smile when you felt your mothers gaze.
“Too many feelings and not enough courage. Its partly my fault,” he confessed, “I’ve been winding him up about it since I found out about this ball,”
“Winding him up about what?”
Jace groaned “Yous are just as bad as each other. You both like each other,”
“He clearly does not like me,” you frowned but refused to deny that you liked him anymore.
He glanced into the crowd, and you noticed Lucerys staring at you both, “Really? Then watch this,” Jace said and as the dance began to draw to a close he stepped in closer, his hand falling slightly closer to your hip and his face a mere inch away from you.
Your skin prickled hot at the closeness and you knew this must look incredibly suspicious to anyone else. Before you could pull away from Jace, Lucerys was pulling him back from you. He was glaring daggers at his smirking older brother. The room was growing more silent the longer you three stood. You could see your mother approaching out the corner of your eye. Jace nudged his brother who finally faced you. His skin started to glow pink around his checks and neck, “I think it was my turn to dance next,” he stumbled over his words as his eyes fell down, “If you would like of course,”
Finally a smile found its way to your lips as you stepped back from Jace and faced Lucerys, “I would love to,” you quickly turned and nodded to the musicians who had stopped during this whole ordeal. Soon music began to flood the hall and people soon began to move on.
Jace walked off leaving a still red Lucerys behind. “May I have your hand?” he asked, his eyes still not meeting yours. You simply responded by grabbing one of his hands and resting the other on his shoulder. Soon his other found your waist and a smile on his face as you began to dance the first dance you had ever learned.
You didn’t say a word as you danced but you didn’t need to. As you moved you both laughed and smiled and almost cried as he began to twirl you and spin you and pull you in. You didn’t need to think about your next step because you were both moving as one.
Eventually the music drew to an end and the people clapped as your dancing stopped. Now you stood still again in the middle of the dance floor. “Would it be selfish of me to ask for another?” he said with a bashful smile tugging at his lips.
“It would be selfish if you didn’t,” you said as you took his hand again for another spin.
Later that night as the ball was finally beginning to die down you managed to sneak off with Luke to the a hallway in the servants area that you knew your mothers would never check. You sat on the floor next to each other, resting your head on his shoulder. “Did you have fun tonight?” he asked.
You snorted in return, “Please I don’t think I’ll be able to walk again. I don’t understand why I had to dance with everyone,”
“You’re a princess,” Luke laughed, “Who wouldn’t wanna dance with you?”
“So you only danced with me because of my title?” you faked gasped, holding a hand to your heart, “I could cry,”
“Please,” he scoffed, “Oh please milady marry me so I can be prince of nothing,” he laughed and you joined, “Besides if we married you’d be the one reaching up,”
“Me?” you laughed even harder, “I’m a freaking princess. Your heir to some planks of woof,”
“Rich planks of wood. Think about how many frilly dresses you could buy,” he said as he pulled at the lace details of your admittedly frilly dress.
“My mother made me wear it,”
“It looks good on you,” this time he wasn’t laughing. Instead for once he was looking right at you.
“Thanks,” your voice was almost a whisper as you looked back into his eyes. The eyes that had been in your dreams for months. “I’ve missed you,”
“I missed you more,”
“I doubt it,”
“I didn’t eat for weeks after we left. I could barely bring myself to go on rides or practise. Nothing was the same without you there,” he said, his eyes still never leaving yours.
“Why didn’t you write me?” you’d been wondering for weeks but you were now scared for the answer, “I sent a letters but you stopped replying,”
This time he looked away. His cheeks were red once again as he stared at his shoes, “I didn’t want you to think I was an idiot,”
“Why would I think that?”
“Because as soon as we left, I realised I was in love with you,” Lucerys looked up from his shoes but still wouldn’t meet your gaze, “and every day I debated getting on my dragon and flying back. I almost did it once but Jace found me sitting next to my dragon, I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to see the look on your face before you rejected me and sent me on my way,”
“Who could say no to that face?” you said and finally he looked at you again. “Ask me Lucerys. I at least deserve to decide my own answer,”
“Would you do me the honour of being mine (Y/N)?”
“Of course, I will,”
A/N: This took me way too long to write. Life has been weird and my Y keytab broke. Who know how much I used the letter Y?
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Slice of heaven
⊹ characters : ei, yae (threesome)
⊹ synopsis : as a double birthday gift, you give yourself as a dessert so roaringly sweet, they can’t possibly resist temptation
⊹ warnings : eimiko (x reader; poly relationship), threesome, food play, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation, slight marking, slight breast & nipple play, slight temperature play
⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), no y/n usage, not beta read
i’m late to their bdays — biggest apologies to the sapphics
“Happy birthday to…”
The fox envoy sang quite lazily, though it was more to herself rather than to you or the other woman in the private chambers of Tenshukaku. She laid back on the bed with her head lolling off the edge, a cherry stem hanging from her lips.
“…me~!”
Smiling as you picked the stem right from her mouth, you sighed, “Miko, it’s not your birthday yet.” As you stood in front of her, your body appeared upside down as she dangled her head backwards off the bed. She grumbled slightly at your figure, before you continued, “There’s still half an hour left until midnight, so it is still Ei’s.”
“Hmph, you sure like ruining the fun, little one,” she spat in displeasure, eyes narrowing into a glare. “Won’t you let me celebrate even a little early?”
“But…” Ei mumbled from her seat at the other side of the bed. “I wasn’t allowed to celebrate early…?”
You silently rolled your eyes at your lovers’ childish antics as Miko laughed at the archon, all before you tossed the stem to a nearby bowl. Off another bowl, your pink haired lover was picking red cherries and plopping them into her mouth. She tossed each pit into the disposal next to her, though sometimes you worried about her choking.
As if hearing your internal concerns, she reached for a strawberry this time. Finally, the fox envoy properly sat upwards on the bed to dip the fruit in a dab of whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
“Come on now, Ei,” Miko teased as she took her first bite into the sweet red fruit. “Wouldn’t you be so kind to lend these last few minutes of your birthday to me?” The archon watched as the fox ate at her strawberry—nibbling and licking the juice so sensually teasing, such that Ei had to cast her gaze aside.
“I suppose we can share it…” she muttered.
As Miko triumphantly grinned, you sighed, “You’re not getting your gifts early, you know.”
“So stubborn,” she snarled at you. Miko tossed the end of the strawberry into the disposal once again, before she moved closer to Ei on the bed. “I might just take my own gift now, since you’re acting like such a killjoy…”
Her hand dove for another cherry from the bowl, but not before beckoning you closer. Those electric eyes of hers basically prompted you: ‘Watch my movements,’ and so your gaze followed her fingertips as they placed the cherry between Ei’s lips. Quicker than you could comprehend, Miko dove in, capturing both Ei and the cherry with her own mouth—her tongue curling around the fruit and piercing it with her teeth.
Ei immediately grew shy on impact. Her eyes first landed on you out of embarrassment, but then they closed once Miko grew more dominating in this cherry-filled kiss. The fox envoy was purposely putting on a show, just to tempt and annoy you.
Her tongue swirled more amidst Ei’s helpless little gasps, before finally parting.
Upon Miko’s pink tongue laid a cherry pit, and the stem was held between two of her fingertips. She had a wicked smirk on her face—but she wasn’t looking down at Ei’s breathless form, no. She was looking towards you, who was still standing at the side of the bed.
Her eyes darted towards Ei’s figure for a moment, prompting you to steal a glance at her. And dear Archons, your God was positively delighted after that one kiss. Ei was leaning back on the headrest of the bed, lips stained cherry red with juices of the fruit dripping down to her chin. She panted as if her breath was stolen from her lungs, her chest slowly heaving up and down.
As if vying for your attention, Miko loudly spat the pit straight into the disposal—but then she beckoned you nearer with the cherry stem still nestled between her pristine pink nails. She forced you to kneel one knee atop the bed, such that you were hovering over that mischievous smirk of hers.
“Did you know I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue?” she teasingly asked, circling her arms around your neck. The sly fox planted one chaste peck upon your untouched lips, before she suddenly pushed you towards Ei.
You landed atop your archon with a yelp of surprise and attempted to regain your composure, but not before Miko’s slender hand planted itself down on your back.
“Stay down, little lover,” she commanded, fingers spreading so she could push you down against Ei’s body. “I’m getting my early birthday treat.”
You turned your head back—though, you turned as much as you could possibly manage with Miko pressing you down. It didn’t help that Ei herself was beginning to trap you, as well; her arms circled around your waist, both traveling downwards until they needily grasped your ass through your clothing.
“You’ll help Ei enjoy her last birthday moments”—she reached for something at the side of the bed—“and you’ll put on a show for me, too, won’t you?”
How dare she put on such an erotic tone for your ears to suffer, though you supposed Miko was always like this. The hand that was situated at your back suddenly lifted, but it was replaced by Miko’s own body, effectively sandwiching you between the shrine maiden and the archon. As you gasped from the feeling of her warmth against your back, you heard a little click! from behind, indicating the opening of a container.
Miko’s fingers suddenly came into your vision, but they roughly grabbed at Ei’s jaw, her thumb immediately forcing its way inside her mouth. She tilted the archon’s head upwards, pressing flat on her tongue as if feeding her something.
“Open wide, Your Grace,” Miko whispered.
And that’s when you saw it—Miko squeezing a bottle of chocolate syrup down into Ei’s mouth.
She only allowed a little before pushing Ei’s mouth shut, forcing her to taste and swallow the flavoring.
“How is it?” the pink haired woman asked.
“So sweet,” Ei practically whined. Her eyes looked downright pleading. They looked straight through you, and instead seemed like they were begging Miko to do something more.
The fox envoy laughed, “If you like it so much, why don’t you share it?”
The cue barely registered in your head before Ei was already clashing her lips against yours. Her tongue forced its way into your mouth, swirling whatever remains of that sweet, chocolate flavor there was. She was relentless, as if addicted to not only the sweet topping, but to your own taste, as well.
Miko finally removed herself from your backside to watch from the sidelines. Though, it wasn’t like she was needed anymore as a restraint—no, not when Ei’s arms had collectively tightened themselves around your body, desperate to kiss you harder.
She tasted of chocolate and a certain sweetness you couldn’t quite decipher, but the sugar was not a stranger to your tongue. Ei was so helpless in these moments, panting as you drank in her moans; you could’ve sworn you heard Miko chuckle slightly to the side, but your God’s kiss made you ignore her sly intentions.
The next thing you knew, Miko was right against your back again, this time pulling you upright by your shoulders. She situated you right on her lap, facing Ei, who was desperately gasping from your kiss.
You couldn’t help but whine from the sudden force, even shivering as a string of saliva from Ei fell down to your chin.
“Shhh,” Miko hushed right by your ear. You squirmed on her lap—her hot breath from her mouth passed right by your ear as the tip of her lips caressed its shell. Ei watched from in front of you, and her eyes did not shy away from undressing you. She was scanning your body up and down, watching so indecently as Miko began to remove whatever clothing you wore.
It was so cold in the room. And yet the heat of Miko’s body pressed right behind you was enough to make you writhe so timidly. They were both still dressed, and both so mean.
From behind you, Miko threw a smirk over to Ei from behind your shoulder, as if tempting her to lose control. Ei watched as the fox placed a dominating hand right over your stomach, before pressing it down so your legs would move forward.
Your archon watched with hunger as you breathed heavily against her familiar’s touch. It didn’t even occur to her that Miko had reached for something off to the side.
But she sat up the moment Miko popped off the cap of a can of whipped cream, and pressed the nozzle right to your collarbone.
“Five minutes until midnight,” she whispered right into your ear. She couldn’t help but chuckle when your body reacted so cutely to struggle against her hold. “I suppose this will be my final gift to you for this year’s celebration, Ei.”
And before either of you could react, she finally pressed down on the nozzle, spraying a line of whipped cream from your collarbone and down to your chest.
Miko didn’t even have to say a word before Ei dove right in, indulging in your ravishing taste almost immediately. Her tongue darted right for your neck, and you gasped loudly at the feeling. She sucked and nipped at you like you were food on the table, and the feeling of the whipped cream dripping down your body from her lips was so enticing.
The fox envoy threaded her hands lovingly in the archon’s hair, finding it so adorable how she was feasting upon this final birthday meal. She continuously kept applying more whipped cream around your breasts for Ei to lick up, and even spraying it once in your mouth—she couldn’t help it, not with the way your mouth hung open from these sugary sensations.
“You taste so good,” Ei moaned against your skin. Right as those words left her mouth, she immediately dived back in to taste more of you, her hungry lips latching on to one of your nipples.
You let out a squeal when you felt something poking at your waist, and then you realized it was Miko pressing the tip of a freezing cold strawberry against your body. She trailed it upwards until she circled it around your other breast, right before pressing the cold surface right atop your nipple.
Your body immediately jolted from the temperature change on your warm skin, and Ei’s burning tongue traveling across your chest only made you even move more frantically. But curse their strength; they held your body down, forcing your arms to curl up around Miko’s head behind you, giving the fox envoy more space to nip at your neck.
“You smell just like vanilla,” she whispered against your collarbone, taking in your scent like you were some perfume on display. She relished a curious little bite on your neck, and then swiped the area quickly with her tongue. “And your skin tastes like buttercream.”
Her voice filled up your senses like pure honey dripping down your throat—she sounded so sickeningly sweet, you felt your stomach clench in what was either pleasure or overstimulation.
Miko continued, “You’re perfect for our birthday dessert. Don’t you agree, Ei?”
The dazed archon lifted her head on cue. She looked hypnotized, yet completely calm as if she did not just leave bite marks and swollen bruises around your breasts. Her eyes seemed addicted, like she was on some sugary drug that kept her mouth latched onto your bare body.
Miko leaned forward, placed her hand on Ei’s shoulder, and then pushed her back.
“Watch closely.”
Ei’s gaze caught the bright pinkish red hue of the strawberry pressed against your skin. It was still so cold—practically making you jolt as Miko trailed the fruit down your stomach and then finally.
Finally, perched right atop your clit.
Ei’s eyes positively widened, and you could only assume you were absolutely drenched down there, looking like some glazed flavoring for the strawberry.
Miko hovered it over your neglected bud, and then tapped it. She bounced the tip of the strawberry up and down on the bud of your clit; and once you moaned loudly at the contact, she twirled it. The tip twisted and pressed on your clit and you could only writhe against her hold as you felt more of your wetness start to drip.
Your archon gulped at the sound of your whines—she couldn’t take her eyes off of such a delicious sight, yet she found herself praying to touch you. To touch you, to lick you, to feast on you—she was more than desperate for a taste.
But suddenly it all stopped, and Miko removed the strawberry from between your shaking legs. She slowly brought the fruit up to her mouth, and bit it. You could only hear the sounds of her eating, until she finally disposed of the top.
The fox envoy patted your trembling thigh in some sick manner of relieving you, but it didn’t work as Ei suddenly forced both your knees apart. There was hunger in her eyes, and it was more carnal and it was only moments before.
Miko hovered the nozzle of whipped cream over you once again, but this time, right at your clit. Ei licked her lips in anticipation, and all you could do was watch as the woman behind you teasingly nipped the shell of your ear.
She sang quietly, right against your ear, “Happy birthday to me~”
The feeling of cold whipped cream hitting your clit was pure ecstasy, and Ei dived in almost immediately.
Her tongue lapping between your folds was more rough than it was on your nipples—almost as if the mixture of whipped cream and your wetness was a heavenly taste. She plunged her tongue into you once, like she was trying to suck more of your juices desperately out of you.
Meanwhile, Miko’s hand went straight for your boobs again, one of them playing with your nipple as the other reached for another bottle. As her lips lustfully latched onto your neck, she poured what seemed to be strawberry syrup continuously onto your stomach.
The feeling of such sweet flavoring dripping from the skin of your stomach, and then all the way down to your clit was so erotic, you already came once from all these sensations and temperatures on your body. Ei gladly lapped up the pink syrup when it reached her mouth, a mixture of strawberry, whipped cream, and now your cum on her tongue.
Your God moaned into your cunt, her lips sending a vibration against your sensitive folds that make you jolt. She licked at every corner and side she could find, devouring you completely. She feasted upon you more animalistically than any dessert you have ever treated her, for it seemed that her hunger had shot tenfold when her dessert was you.
“Keep going, little one,” Miko encouraged you, dabbing sensually at your gyrating hips. “Offer yourself to our God.”
Ei paid no mind as she continued to dine on your cum, and suddenly you felt like some mere serving platter on the dinner table. They decorated you with toppings and sweet syrup, as if you were their birthday cake and they just blew out the candles. Ei kept your legs spread like a plastic knife cutting through cake—you were their slice of frosting waiting to be enjoyed.
You heard a little click next to you as Miko closed the cap of the syrup, and you almost began to think it was all over soon.
Almost.
“Now that it’s my birthday,” Miko began, shifting so that she was no longer behind you. Instead, she finally made her way to where Ei was situated between your legs.
She pulled your God back to sit upright, before kissing her. You watched breathlessly once again, completely fucked out from cumming so much. And all the while, Miko began sucking the taste of your juices and cream from Ei’s tongue.
After she was satisfied, she crawled like the sly fox she was between your legs. Looking dangerously starved, she no doubt had a tint of lecherous craving in her eyes. Now, Ei held you down, and Miko was practically panting in anticipation as she hovered over your abused clit.
“It’s my turn to get a treat, don’t you think?”
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Everything Is Alright | Arthur Shelby x Reader
Request: no - written to celebrate @there-goes-thefighter ‘s tumblr’s 9th birthday
Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader
Summary: Arthur and (Y/N) spend a special evening out under the stars and recall how they came together.
Warnings: mentions of drinking, one bad word
Word Count: 1473
A/N: here K goes again…writing another story to the tune of a song. This one was inspired by The Glorious Sons’ ‘Everything Is Alright’ I thought it fit well with Arthur. Congrats on 9 years, Bri!! I can’t believe that you put up with this hellsite for that long! I’m so thankful to be part of your journey! Enjoy! :)
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"How much longer are we going to go for?" Arthur's voice came from behind (Y/N), who was still a few steps in front of him despite her stopping and waiting for him to catch up at least three times.
"We're almost there!" she called back to him, briefly turning so that she could look in his direction, "you should know where we're going by now, Arthur!"
"Forgive me, love, it's been a long fucking time since we've went walking around the woods at night!" he yelled back, his words holding no anger, but rather confusion.
"We're almost there!" she repeated her previous statement, giggling a little at what he said.
The couple walked for a short while longer before coming to a stop at the edge of a small hill, where the land tapered off softly enough to create a natural seat. (Y/N) finally stopped and began laying out the blanket that she'd brought with her. She looked to Arthur when she was finished, seeing that he was looking out at the dark field in front of them with a fond smile on his face.
"Now do you remember where we are?" she asked, her hands finding her hips as she grinned over at him.
"How could I forget?" he looked over at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as his smile widened.
"Come, sit with me," she beckoned him, extending one of her hands to him as she stepped closer to the blanket they were standing on either side of. He took her hand and they sat down together, both chuckling softly as their shoulders bumped.
Silence fell around them once they were sitting comfortably, both occupied with looking up at the starry sky above them. It was beautiful out; a perfect night to represent all that they'd gone through together.
"Can you believe it's been nine years, Arthur?" (Y/N) broke the silence, glancing over at him after she finished speaking.
"I can't..." he started off with a bit of a chuckle, continuing before she could jump on him with questions, "I don't know how I managed to keep you for that long."
The second half of his statement made (Y/N) rethink her reaction to it. She pursed her lips together to try to hide her smile as she looked out at the moonlit field. "Do you remember the first night we met?" she asked then, her voice softer than it was before.
"Course," Arthur responded without a second thought. "I spent all my money on a pack of cigarettes for a lady that I knew I loved, but whose name I forgot," he began recounting the first night they'd spent together.
(Y/N) couldn't be surprised at his statement. She knew that it was nothing against her personally, and that rather it was because Arthur was terrible with names. Still, the first part of that sentence made her heart flutter. How could he have loved her if he'd just met her? "You taught me how to laugh that night; with all of your stories about your siblings and what you got into as a kid," she stated, grinning at the memory.
"And you taught me how to slow dance properly," he reminded her, chuckling softly at the memory of them sharing a haphazard dance together.
"Yeah...I couldn't have you keep stepping on my toes," (Y/N) pointed out.
"You still wouldn't let me take you home, even after all of that," he remembered how their night ended.
"I believe I told you that 'you don't stand a chance'," she backed his statement up by providing succinct details of it, turning to look at him with a grin then. "It's probably because you didn't remember my name," she teasingly added, knocking her shoulder against his as he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, sure," Arthur shook his head while he failed at concealing his grin, snorting then as he dropped his gaze to his lap, "I didn't see you for bloody months after that...thought I'd made you disappear."
"I did kind of disappear, didn't I?" (Y/N) wondered aloud, setting her hands behind her so that she could lean back on them, stretching her legs out as well, "I set out on a dream that I didn't quite understand at that time. I thought it'd make me happy, but it only ended up making me sad and lonely..." she paused, exhaling a sigh as she recalled the brief period of time she spent in London, trying to make it as a writer, "if I'd only known what I had back in Small Heath, maybe I wouldn't have left at all. I certainly wouldn't have had to carry out all of those favors for those people I thought were my friends...helping them get further in their careers while mine stayed cemented to the ground."
Arthur sent her a sympathetic smile, knowing how tough it was for her to come back to Small Heath at first. He wouldn't tell her, but he remembered seeing her sitting alone in a corner booth at the Garrison, looking as defeated as ever as she nursed the drink in front of her. It hurt him to see her like that. At the thought, he reached back and placed his hand over hers, squeezing it softly as a silent gesture before he exhaled a slight chuckle. (Y/N) looked at him with furrowed eyebrows as she heard his laugh, wondering why he was responding like that. He shook his head slightly before looking up at the stars again. "Then I went and punched a man on his wedding night..." he started off, grimacing at the thought.
(Y/N) let out a laugh when she realized what he was thinking about, remembering that night full well. It was the night that they found each other again, having been invited to the same wedding through separate, mutual friends…she knew the groom and Arthur knew the bride. "I still can't believe that you did that," she commented, laughing about it now, but remembering very well that she was shocked at his actions when they happened. She was also the only one who was able to talk him down from whatever trip he was going on, and they’d become inseparable since.
"I'm still trying to figure out how to apologize for it," he stated, his grimace still present when he looked over at her, "but I'm happy for the fact that it brought me back to you," he added, his words making her reach over and run her hand down his cheek. He turned his head and pressed his lips to her palm, making her giggle at the tickling sensation his mustache created.
Silence shrouded them again as they shared a lingering look before looking up to the stars again. Moving out to the country - which allowed them to be closer to this spot - was the best decision they'd made. Once (Y/N) found out that this particular property was for sale, she made it her mission to make sure that they bought it. Money wasn't much of a problem for Arthur anymore, and he wanted to make sure that his wife, then fianceé, was happy. So they purchased the property and built a lovely home, and life, on it. Now neither would trade it for the world.
(Y/N) took a deep breath and let it out slowly, loving the feeling of fresh air entering her lungs. "Everything is alright..." she began, looking at Arthur again, "if only for tonight."
Neither knew what the next day held. Tommy seemed to be in the middle of his last elaborate scheme and his next, so all of the Shelby family members were enjoying the in-between time with their families. There was always that chance that tomorrow they'd get that phone call rounding everyone up back in Small Heath, but for tonight, everything was alright.
"I've forgotten what it feels like..." Arthur broke the momentary silence, his words making (Y/N) look at him, "you know, for everything to be alright for once."
"I know," (Y/N) agreed, nodding her head softly. She smiled at him then, thankful that he was the one who she was going to spend her life with. Sure it got messy at times, but she wouldn't have it any other way. "Happy nine years, Arthur," she softly said then, leaning in closer to him before continuing, "I love you," she finished her statement off in a whisper due to their close proximity.
"I love you, (Y/N)," Arthur grinned at her before he leaned in even closer, eliminating the rest of the space between them so that he could press his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.
Everything was most certainly alright...even if it was only for the night.
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