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michelleleewise · 1 year

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I'm sorry but I have to share the emotions I'm feeling right now with someone and I chose you as my victim (love you!)

Quick question, but are you ever listening to a song and imagine a little music video for it in your brain, it's like a movie and everything

Okay well my brain just did a thing with:

The Last Time by Taylor Swift ft. Gary Lightbody

just imagined a duet between y/n and Loki

Just pure angst in my head right now, I'm talking tears, broken whiskey glass on the floor, camera spinning around both of them getting multiple angles

(I swear I'm fine LOL just dramatic)

Hiiiiiiii!!!!!! I've missed you!!!! And I will always be your willing victim (love you too!)

I have actually done that! More then Iike to admit lol but if you were looking for angst look no further!!! Ask and ye shall receive 😁😈💚 here we go.....

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The Last Time.....

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, established relationship, toxic relationship, yelling, swearing, breaking things, all the angst, ambiguous ending.....

Summary: You and Loki have been on and off for awhile, but when you truly love someone when i enough enough.....

A/n- aaaahhh!!! Finally getting to my asks!! Woop woop!!! And........a new pic for you as well....😁😁😁

You sat on the floor in your room putting the last of his clothes in a box. It wasn't the first time he had left without a word, in fact he had made a habit of it but this time felt different. What was months had turned into a year. You sighed closing the box grabbing the tape when you heard a knock at the door. "He's early." You said looking at your phone as you jumped up you hurrying downstairs when another knock sounded at the door "coming thor!" You called out reaching the bottom of the stairs you made it to the front door, grabbing the handle you pulled it open freezing at the site in front of you.

"Thor hmm?" He snarled looking down at you. "Loki...what do you want?" You snapped crossing your arms watching his shoulders slump "may I please come in darling?" He asked quietly, the deep emerald of his eyes boring into you. "I...I don't know." You said looking down at your feet "please love i...I needed to speak to you." He said taking a step closer to you. Taking a deep breath you looked back up at him "fine, but only for a minute." You said opening the door wider stepping aside as he walked in, his long purposeful strides leading him to the living room as you shut the door following behind him. "I see you've changed the house a bit." He said sliding the sleeves of his leather jacket up revealing his forearms you looked around remembering the day you got rid of his reading chair and replaced it with an end table "what do you need Loki?" You asked standing on the other side of the room.

He ignored your question as he went into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets he came back with a bottle of whiskey and a glass "it's good to see you too." He snarked sitting on the couch pouring himself a drink. "Look Loki, I don't know why your here or..." you were cut off watching him down the drink in one gulp before slamming the glass down "how long?" He asked pouring another "how long what?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "my brother....how long?" He asked again his eyes meeting yours "we aren't....he was coming over to pick up your things." You said, your voice raising at his accusation. "Ah, so I leave for a bit and you just move on?" He asked waving his hand at where his chair had previously been. "Loki it's been a year!" You yelled, your anger beginning to rise the longer he was there.

"Yes, and I had assumed the woman who said she loved me would wait for me." He sneered downing another drink "to be honest, when i found myslf at your door, like evey other time I pictured you in your room...alone...awaiting my return." He said, his eyes meeting yours again, a sadness in them you hadn't seen before "and when you opened the door and your eyes met mine...everthing felt...better again." He said looking back down at his glass "I always come back do I not?" He asked quietly, his voice shaking.

And right before your eyes, i'm breaking,

No past, no reasons why, Just you and me,

"Yes, you come back until things become too real for you!" You yelled feeling your eyes burn "until things get to serious and then your off again." You said crossing your arms. "I just...you always put everything else before me!" He yelled standing up. "What? My job....my responsibilities!?" You yelled back waving your arms "you know very well what I mean, do not play coy with me!" He yelled. You took a step back remembering the last time he left "oh, so this is about your insecurities." You sneered watching him shake his head. "You do not understand the hold you have on me!" He yelled throwing his glass to the floor shattering it into pieces making you step back "You could beak my heart in the blink of an eye if you choose to, so yes...I left before you could." He snapped "and broke mine instead?" You pushed back "I only wanted to be at the top of your list, not your pastime." He said shaking his head.

"So you find yourself at MY door, like all the times before wearing your best apology but you know what Loki?" You sighed shaking your head pushing a piece of glass away with your foot "all those times I let you back in, I allowed you to consume me and you left...I watched you leave over and over to go god knows where and do God knows what and with who." You said feeling a tear steam down your cheek looking up into his eyes "i only ever wanted to be your priority loki, to be at the top of YOUR list, but all I ever got was you going, and breaking my heart everytime you did." You said unable to keep your voice from shaking.

And right before your eyes, I'm aching

Run fast, nowhere to hide, just you and me

"Y/n, this the last time I'm going to ask you, put me at the top of your list, make me a priority in your life," Loki said taking a step closer to you "I will not let you continue to break my heart." He said sternly making you look up at him "that is the last time you tell me it's me! The last time you tell me I've got it all wrong!" You yelled taking a step closer to him, his large frame towering over you "this will be the last time I tell you it's been you all along, it was not." He said seeing a tear stream down his cheek you closed your eyes "this is the last time I let you in my door Loki...i...I can't..." you trailed off covering the sob that escaped from your lips. "This is the last time y/n, I won't hurt you anymore...I swear it." He said falling to his knees in front of you.

"Please y/n, I need you." He said wrapping his arms around your middle, holding you tightly as if you would disappear "Loki..." you sighed placing a hand on the top of his head "what if...what happens when you leave again?" You ask shakely as he tilted his head up, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours "I won't...I'm not going anywhere. I want you....only you." He said sternly as you closed your eyes "I can't do this again, my heart can't take it." You said hearing glass slide against the hardwood floor as he shifted "let me prove myself to you, please y/n...let me show you." He said making you shake your head. "I...I can't do this right now." You said feeling Loki's grip loosen around your waist. "Y/n.." loki whispered as you stepped back.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight, if...in the morning if your still here maybe we can talk." You said slowly walking around the glass on the floor leaving Loki where he was "I'll go get you a blanket." You said turning around seeing him still kneeling on the floor, his head nodding slightly as you turned and walked up the stairs. Making your way to the linen closet you pulled out your phone quickly dialing Thor as you opened the door grabbing a blanket "Lady y/n, is everything alright?" Thor's voice boomed through the speaker "um...yeah I just...tonight isn't a good night." You said grabbing a pillow "maybe tomorrow night, I'll let you know." You said closing your eyes are you really going to let him stay you asked yourself when you heard Thor again "he's there isn't he?" He asked making you sigh "yes...he is." You whispered "Alright, let me know if you need anything." He said "thank you Thor." You said quickly hanging up you gripped the pillow and blanket in your arms heading back downstairs.

"Ok, here you go." You said seeing Loki hadn't moved from where you left him, but the glass on the floor had been cleaned up, and now sitting on the coffee table next to the whiskey bottle "thank you y/n" He said slowly standing up walking to the couch not looking at you as he grabbed the blanket spreading it out "So, in the morning?" You asked biting your lip when his eyes finally met yours "yes, in the morning." He said, a seriousness in his eyes that sent a shiver through you "Ok, goodnight." You said turning back to the stairway "Goodnight y/n." You heard him say as you walked up the stairs.

You made it to your room, slowly closing the door before sitting on the bed looking at the box you had been packing "Loki..." you whispered. Grabbing your pillow you laid down closing your eyes, wondering if he would still be on the couch in the morning....

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legacyshenanigans · 8 months

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Bare with me... I'm feeling the big sentimental

I can't express to you how much Marvolo means to me, the emotional connection I have to him I've never felt for another fictional character.

No matter what happening in my life I can just look at a photo of Volo and it physically heals me (my favourite ones are those where he is smiling)

Anytime I need to disassociate from my real life I come here, like when I thought that you left for good and won't be posting anything at all I have to literally sit and think what I would do to escape to someplace better. (but also thankfully you didn't delete the blog entirely)

I lost all my photos a while back god knows how... And one of the main reasons I was sobbing my eyes out at midnight was that I had so many photos of Marvolo and Rowan and I lost them all.

There aren't many places in real life where I feel safe... Your blog is one of the few where I do, feel safe to say the first thing that comes to my mind (even if they are mostly horny thoughts heh)

I feel like I have said so much yet I still want to say more...

The main thing is that you've felt safe since day 1 and I can count on my hands how many people in my life have made me feel that way

I can't see through the tears anymore so I'm going to end it here <33

Love you so much

Wolfy 🐺

I cannot fucking express right now how much this ask touched me. I swear to god, im speechless. 🥺

What lovely words to tell me, Wolfy 💕

I was never going to go forever in general, just from HL stuff.

Your support and love has been amazing, and I really appreciate it, like, A LOT 💜

I'm so happy that my little world helped you in some way, hearing that makes me smile. 💚

BIG love to you, Wolf, seriously ❤️🤍

Also,

I do remember at one point that I had said if I left the HL fandom, I'd be taking my blog with me.

I've since realised I don't want to do that because of the bond I have to this blog now and you guy's.

Tbh, the last few days was mainly me saying goodbye to HL side of things. Because I'm not going to be posting HL content anymore (aside from a few audio's that I may make to use up my 11labs letters, then after that, I won't be posting the HL stuff anymore. And at first I thought that was also going to include my OC stuff, i'm still on the fence about what I wanna do regarding content on my OC's, but i'm happy posting murder hubby pics for now, I will make some audio's of him too, I still don't know if its worth me writing anything currently, and I wanted to take a break from doing written posts anyway for the time being, I really don't know what I wanna do.

All I know is that RIGHT now, my heart is still VERY invested in my creation of Marvolo, and tbh, Rominis too (Ominis being the only HL character I still care about because of what i built with him and Rowan) so it's hard to decide what I want to do right now in regards to written posts. I've had so many people reach out and tell me to stay and JUST write Marvolo / OC stuff if that's what makes me happy, and I mean, they're right, I should just do whatever I want, but my brain isn't my friend at the moment.

I've got pictures to post, and those 11labs letters to use, I'm just kinda taking each day as it comes to see what I want to do.

I've also had people tell me my HL love might spark again when HL2 comes out, which let's be real, isn't going to be for a long time I reckon, but yeah, I'm going to keep this blog up definitely, and I'm still going to be around ❤️

Sorry to blabber on 😅

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oopsyoufoundme · 29 days

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Get to know me! ౨ৎ

i don't use tumblr to post at all, but i thought id start a small account just posting Hayden pics and reblogging fics etc!! (maybe some drabbles eventually 🤭)

my fave Hayden role is Scott Barringer and i swear we need more Scott fics because i never see enough (and plus, he's such a cutie)

my fave Hayden film in general is either AOTC or vanishing on 7th street (again, i film i don't see people talk about which honestly baffles me because i think its amazing!)

i have a fan account on TikTok- if anyone can find it ill be incredibly impressed lolol

my dad actually met Hayden in his 2003/4 ROTS era so I'm super jealous 😔

I've watched every single film of Hayden's except American Heist and trapped in a purple haze because they aren't available on illegal sites 😔 (don't come for me pls i cant watch them on anything else)

side note- i have loads of fic recommendations and AU Anakin ideas so ask and ill share some! x (i also have like every single Hayden/Anakin role and AU bot on c.ai- again if you want one just ask x)

random stuff- i listen to like every single genre of music and its hard to find something i don't like! my current fave artists are Sade, Madison beer (who i saw in concert recently yay!) and TV girl (but i love metal and rock and literally everything). My all time fave film is The Virgin Suicides- don't even get me started on it because i will talk forever and ever about it (not to mention Hayden is in it!!).

anyway, that's all for now! if you read this all, i love you mwah ⋆୨♡୧⋆

#hayden christensen #star wars #anakin skywalker #made with tumblr #attack of the clones #rots #hayden x reader #anakin x you #anakin x reader

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cheegu3 · 2 months

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can you do a "ignoring my boyfriend for 24 hours prank" on treasure . Also do you accept requests for the boyz ?

since this is an old ask I included the old members !! (so sorry that u had to wait so long for this one)

+ some are a bit longer than others bc I got way into the scenario I had created lol, it's not bc I dislike a member or favor others, I just felt like I had more to write on some !

also yedam n mashiho's pics are ass bc I had to download them on my computer lol

and yes I do accept requests for the boyz c:

warnings; yandere themes, abusive / toxic relationships, swearing, mentions of murder, minor mommy issues, a little fluff, drugging, violence, cheating

Treasure - reaction to you ignoring them

Hyunsuk

He had very little patience for what was in his mind, a childish prank. But even with you acting up, his tolerance was low. Since he had clear rules and was upfront about what he expected of you; going against those things seemed like a clear act of rebellion.

You ignored him more in a playful way than in anger after he had teased you in front of his friends and embarrassed you. Unfortunately, you didn't get to do it right then and there but maybe it was best not to do it in front of his loved ones since you had no idea what his reaction would be like.

So, instead, you pushed him away when he tried to hug you once you got home. He called after you, '' Y/n? ''

After no response he followed you down the hall where he found you sitting on the couch, eyes glued to whatever was on the TV.

'' What's wrong? ''

Your lips were sealed tight, but if you looked close enough you could see them trembling as they were holding back a smile. He came around and stopped in front of you.

He started blocking the TV. You sighed and rolled your eyes, attempting to glare up at him. Immediately he scowled at your attitude and his voice dropped.

'' What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't you answering me? ''

Even though your whole body froze in fear, you stood your ground, refusing to give up so easily.

'' I'm gonna give you three seconds to stop this or God help me I will-''

Your eyes widened. His fist clenched hanging to his sides and you knew he probably wanted to say, 'slap you'.

'' One...'' your lips parted, yet nothing came out as you hesitated again. '' Two...''

'' Three- ''

'' No! Please, I'm sorry. I was just joking! '' you blurted out breathlessly.

A tense silence overtook the dramatic theatrics until a scoff disrupted it. You raised your head and looked at him cautiously.

'' I don't care. You're still getting punished for trying to pull something stupid like that on me. ''

Jihoon

It was too risky to do the thing your friends pushed you to do, but you did it anyway, foolishly enough.

They had no idea how your boyfriend really was behind closed doors. Innocently they suggested you ignore him to ' teach him a lesson ' for not letting you go out with them for longer than an hour.

You bit down on your lip so hard in anxiety that it almost started bleeding in the cab home. It was impossible to say no. If you did, they might question how controlling Jihoon really was and if not, then well...you'd face his wrath instead.

The thing was, you had no way to escape it. When you were just about to leave they pressed themselves into the car and insisted you should do it that night and that they would come with you for moral support.

The plan was that they'd confront him and then after, you'd go inside and ignore him.

Your legs were shaking as you slowly ascended the stairs and you knew it wasn't due to the gust of cold wind brushing past. He was definitely still up since he had ordered for you to come home so early; and he was probably positioned near the door so he could greet you and berate you with questions as soon as you'd step in.

You dreaded seeing his face. Just the sight of your drunk friends giggling behind you would probably irritate him to the point he'd consider killing them. But then the fact that you were encouraged to stand up against him would really be the cherry on top.

Even as the door creaked open, you had perfectly predicted how it would all go down. His small smile when opening the door, then replaced with a twitch of annoyance as your friends stumbled into his view.

'' You brought your friends, '' he said, not sounding very amused.

'' Yes...they um- '' you inhaled shakily, '' They weren't really happy with you. ''

His eyebrow rose and his lips stretched into a very faint smirk, barely concealing his anger.

'' Oh really? ''

'' You're too strict with her. She's an adult, she can make her own decisions, '' your friend chimed in.

He looked at her with disdain as she struggled to keep herself upright and leaned on your other friend. You started to feel even more uncomfortable.

'' I think you guys should go, it's getting late. ''

But your friends had more to say and waved you off.

'' You're a shit boyfriend. ''

'' She deserves someone better. ''

Fuck - it was going way too far.

You knew that by this point, he'd definitely punish you afterward, but you didn't want it to be super bad so you attempted to put your foot down again; by stepping into the apartment and fake laughing.

'' I'll text you, bye! ''

They didn't really get a chance to throw in more insults because you firmly closed the door behind you and then turned to him, that nervous smile on your face again.

'' Sorry. Please don't mind them. I didn't tell them anything...about us.''

'' What would you tell them? ''

He was testing you, seeing if you'd say he was toxic and treated you horribly. Sensing that he caught you off guard, he chuckled.

'' Let's go. If you think I'm letting you get off easy after that, you're fucking crazy. ''

Yoshi

The full 24 hours are not likely to pass. At first, he was confused but shrugged it off; he had better things to care about during the day than your attitude which he could deal with later. Then, as more time passed and he realized you weren't giving up the act even as he came home from work, he'd be irritated.

'' Y/n, come here. I'm home. ''

You heard it very clearly since you always knew what time he came home from work, but this time it was different. Your eyes continued scanning over the book page even though you were barely processing it, your body was on edge.

A few seconds passed with only the sound of the ticking clock to fill the dreadful silence. Then footsteps, followed by your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

His eyebrows were knit and he was scowling heavily. '' Why didn't you answer? ''

He picked up the book you were reading and you held back a protesting whine. Silently you watched him turn it over in his hands and then scoff.

'' Was it really that interesting? ''

On the surface he seemed fine but you had learned to read him very well. You saw through it and felt your body go rigid when you realized, very belatedly, that Yoshi was pissed off by your prank.

'' Sorry, '' you pathetically mumbled quietly.

His head snapped up, eyes narrowing like a predator and without any hint of amusement on his face.

'' That's not enough. ''

Junkyu

He's a pretty sweet boyfriend who is often patient, calm, and understanding, so naturally, he'd give you space. In the process of doing that, he'd most likely obsess over why you were treating him that way though, and eventually spiral into self-hate.

He would let the full 24 hours pass, but make a point by sighing loudly and pouting whenever you two were in the same room.

There were rarely times when Junkyu would do something to upset you, and there hadn't been a reason this time either. Honestly, you just wanted to upset him a little because he was cute and because you were bored.

This is another reason why he reacted so strongly. Your boyfriend called out to you when the food he'd prepared was ready. Sitting down to eat, his smile quickly faded when none of his remarks or attempts at small talk were acknowledged.

'' Did I do something? '' he asked in a small voice.

You held back a reaction and didn't say anything or even look up at him. It was as if he didn't exist at all. He must've picked up on that feeling too, because after that he didn't say anything else.

He joined you in eating his food silently and then put the plates away before walking to another room, leaving you alone for about an hour.

When he came back, he had a gloomy look on his face. His eyes didn't search for yours like they usually did. He just went to grab something and then left again.

Your heart ached in regret upon seeing him shift so suddenly due to your own actions.

'' I'm sorry, I'm not actually mad at you. I was just joking. ''

You felt tears start to poke your eyes. The guilt had been eating you up inside the more time that passed. His eyes looked puffy and red. A sniffle told you it hadn't been long since he last cried, and his voice broke, '' Really? Are you sure? ''

The next day you'd better shower him in love, and apologize profusely for the next few days.

Jaehyuk

He blinked at you in confusion but cunningly caught on quickly that you were playing a game. A childish grin would spread on his face as he asked for confirmation.

'' Are you playing a game right now? ''

Your silence didn't irritate him, instead, he nodded and pursed his lips, coming closer to you.

'' I'll do it too then. May the best one win! ''

It was unlike him to want to play childish games. He was usually pretty serious and at times strict, acting almost 10-20 years older than he actually was.

You stared after him with a gaping mouth. Then you laughed and shook your head. You weren't exactly complaining though since you'd been a bit nervous to try pranking him.

The day ended up becoming quite enjoyable. You two laughed a lot and tried to make the other person speak by catching them off guard or tickling them.

It was one of the more normal days you'd had where you felt like an actual couple, and at the end of it, it left you with a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

Even you were surprised that Jaehyuk could make you feel those feelings, but it seemed like he was also a little shocked with himself. The whole thing seemed to have bonded you on both sides and when the 24 hours were up you got entangled in a passionate kiss.

Asahi

Very petty. He'd time the whole thing as soon as he caught on to what you were doing and then give you a little surprise when the full 24 hours were up.

He didn't really have any difficulty during those hours. However, on the inside, he was enraged and muttering to himself about how stupid and annoying you were being; only his revenge was keeping him in check.

You thought it was a bit odd, expecting a bigger reaction from him and unfortunately not stopping before it got too far. You enjoyed the time alone you got from this, cooking whatever you wanted to eat and watching whatever show you wanted to see for once.

When it was time for bed, he still hadn't said a word to you since he tried to hold your hand while walking and you had brushed him off. He asked you what was wrong and if he hadn't seen the smile you tried to hide, he might've blamed himself.

'' Hey, wake up. ''

You squinted at the bright light shining on your face and rolled over on your stomach. '' Just five more minutes. ''

Yoshi sighed but wore a smile when he sat down on the bed. The warm gesture of him stroking your hair like he always did so comfortingly, quickly turned cold as he began speaking again.

'' Did you have fun? Ignoring me for a whole day. I bet you did, but after a few days, you'll learn to never do something like that again. ''

'' What? What do you mean? ''

'' For the next four days, you won't exist to me. Did you forget I give back four times as hard? ''

Doyoung

Another sweeter boyfriend who would be lost like a puppy due to your behavior. The two of you were out shopping when the idea came to you.

You made it very obvious that it was pretty playful and didn't flat-out ignore his existence, because you knew that would've broken his heart.

When he turned to ask you what you thought of a plushie, you crossed your arms dramatically and pouted.

'' Baby? What's wrong? '' his smile dropped.

The shopping spree would be cut short, with no items having been bought. Outside, he glanced disinterested at the other shops and then dragged you to the car.

Silence filled the space. Your poor boyfriend looked like he was panicking. His eyes flickered around while he tried to find the right words that would make you talk again.

'' Did I do something? ''

'' Should I have bought it without asking? ''

'' Did you not like the shop? ''

But no matter how hard or long he tried, he discovered he'd have no luck. He licked his lips and leaned back against the car seat with closed eyes.

'' Whatever it is. I'm sorry. ''

You had the opportunity to look at him and laugh at his cuteness now that he wasn't paying you any attention. However, your heart would soon feel a twinge of pain at the sight of a tear sliding down his cheek.

Doyoung wiped it away and turned his head which made it hurt even more. You weren't enjoying the prank now. He didn't want you to see him upset so he tried to hide it from you.

When he sniffled he cleared his throat loudly and turned fully, propping the door open quickly so he could get out.

'' I just need some fresh air. I'll be back soon. ''

He walked a few meters away from the car and when his head started drooping and his shoulders shook, you bit your lip guilty. When he'd come back you would apologize and kiss him.

Haruto

Will lose his temper and probably react violently. If that still didn't work, he'd do anything in his power to get you to give in; lock you into a room, not give you food and water, make your boss fire you or kick you out of school, flirt with girls in front of you, get you drunk, etc.

In short, he did not give a fuck how or what consequences it might have - he is making you give him the respect he is worthy of getting no matter what.

After you ignored him when he told you to pass him something for the second time, he started up on his feet and shot daggers your way.

'' Get up. ''

Seeing that you didn't move, he counted down from three under his breath and then heaved you up with a strong grip around your arm.

'' What the fuck do you think you're doing? ''

You feigned an innocent look, but with sealed lips. His eyes narrowed and he scoffed.

'' Playing a game? ''

The corners of your mouth tugging upwards ever so slightly was caught by Haruto and answered his question. A smug look came over his face.

'' Alright. Let's play. ''

He then left the house, leaving you to wonder what he was doing. The more time that passed, the more anxious you got. His games were never any lighthearted and fun ones.

An image of your family and friends popped into your head, making your breath hitch as you reached for your phone. You sent them each a text and waited while pacing around the house.

After about twenty minutes, your phone pinged.

Mom: hey, honey

Mom: is everything okay?

You read the messages over and over, the crease in your forehead deepening every time you did so. Something was wrong. Your mom never called you any nicknames or showed much affection overall. It was a wound you had and something that someone knew about.

Cursing under your breath, you ran out of the house and all the way over to your parents' where you found your mom tied up on a chair. Haruto was leaning against the table with a big grin on his face as he typed away on her phone.

Jeongwoo

Irritated immediately and snapped back at you which made you jump back in surprise. He had always had a bad temper ever since you started dating him, which at this point had only been two months. But his anger had never been directed at you before, because you tiptoed around him carefully as to not upset him.

With a lighthearted joke like this though, you hadn't expected him to react the way he did. He looked at you as if you had just cheated on him after you turned away when he kissed you; and that's exactly where his rage-filled mind went.

'' Are you cheating on me? ''

Despite still sticking to your plan, your eyes widened visibly at his strange accusation. He approached you.

'' Why aren't you answering me? It's a simple question- yes or no? ''

Should you really push it further?

The look in his eyes told you that he wasn't really someone you should mess with when he's angry, and really you knew that from before due to seeing him fight all kinds of guys. It was breaking your heart that he had that same look of burning hatred directed at you now though, as if you were just like them.

'' I'll explain, '' you sighed and rubbed your temple.

The whole thing had made you tired and a slight throbbing in your head warned of an oncoming headache, it was best to end it here.

'' I wasn't actually angry or upset at you. It was this stupid joke thing I saw online that girlfriends did to their boyfriends. ''

His face turned blank. '' Fine. Good, '' he awkwardly pressed out and cleared his throat.

For the rest of the day, you'd have to walk on your toes, because although he didn't punish you for the prank; he'd be extremely moody and probe you, waiting for you to mess up so he actually could.

Junghwan

He rolled his eyes at first and then walked away, eventually leaving the house. Several hours would pass without a word from him, leaving you a bit speechless because it was definitely not what you had planned.

Right as the sun started setting, he finally came home. He threw several glances your way to try and figure out if you were still going to ignore him.

He could tell it wasn't anything serious since you kept eye contact and looked at him deliberately when he spoke, you just didn't respond.

But it was annoying nonetheless and felt disrespectful. Testing how far you were willing to go, he said, '' Let's break up. ''

Without thinking you blurted out, '' What? ''

Junghwan smirked, happy and self-pleased that he had outsmarted you so easily. Now there was no point in continuing the prank anymore so you just sighed and gave up.

'' Are you serious? ''

'' Ah...now you're talking? ''

'' Answer me. Why would we break up? ''

'' You seem angry at me and won't respond. Why would I want to date someone who can't even communicate properly? ''

It was starting to sound serious, you were unsure if he was just fucking with you due to you ignoring him or if he actually had come up with that during his walk outside.

''I was just kidding. It was supposed to be a prank. ''

'' Aren't pranks supposed to be funny? ''

You felt your cheeks burn red in embarrassment.

'' Yeah, it wasn't very fun. You were gone the whole time. ''

'' Not quite, just a few hours. Happy to know you missed me that much though. ''

You laughed and this time it was your turn to roll your eyes.

Yedam

He felt a wave of emotions, but the biggest one was concern. After asking you why you were ignoring him for the fifth time, his delusional side came out instead.

You weren't ignoring him because you were mad at him - no, you were sick! He must hurry to the hospital to get you treated for whatever disease you had.

After snickering to yourself about the look on his face after you ignored him so blatantly, you went off on your own to take a nap. When you woke up again, you almost gasped in shock when you discovered you were moving.

Yedam was carrying you, running with you in his arms. He only gave you a pitiful look when he glanced down and saw that you were awake, nothing seemed to shake whatever he was stressed about away.

'' Don't worry. Go back to sleep, you will be okay, '' he whispered, shushing you like you were a child.

You winched at the bright hospital lights above and buried yourself into his chest. He managed to grab hold of a nurse near the entrance and loudly shouted at her.

'' My girlfriend needs help. She's sick- something's wrong with her! ''

The poor nurse jumped back in surprise and clutched her chest. A few seconds of awkward eye contact passed before she gave in and ushered you to a room.

You felt confused, the grogginess from sleep seemed to wear off a lot slower than you'd anticipated, it was almost like someone had drugged you...

Mashiho

He'd look at you without an ounce of amusement in his face. It only appeared after he stood still and thought for a moment, then said something else.

'' If you don't want to talk to me then I will find someone who does. ''

Your face twisted uncontrollably in confusion. He hadn't exactly said anything wrong but the way he said it, almost pointedly at every word, made you shiver and feel uncomfortable for what was to come.

Your confusion would be answered after about two hours of radio silence from him. At the door, you waited to greet him like always, only to end up looking dumbfounded as a beautiful woman stepped in front of him.

'' Who are you? ''

She paid you no mind and her glancing back at Mashiho who gave her a small smile, told you that he had instructed her to do that.

Your boyfriend came in afterwards, very nonchalant looking for what drama he had just created for something so petty. You directed your rage at him since she didn't want to answer you.

'' Who is she? ''

'' Now you want to talk to me? '' he snickered, '' Too bad it's too late. ''

'' Answer me! '' you screamed at the top of your lungs.

The woman flinched and let out a small gasp but Mashiho stood unmoved, only raising an eyebrow, like he had expected this, which only made it sting even more.

'' Are you cheating on me? ''

'' I didn't know talking to someone was cheating. ''

Your lips thinned and your chin began to tremble.

'' Why did you bring her home then? ''

He stepped closer to you, the smile gone in an instant and the close proximity forced you to push your back against the wall.

'' To teach you a lesson. ''

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #yandere treasure

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snek-panini · 1 year

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Binderary book #2! A bind of a very short fic, moments lost, moments gained by @commodorecliche and Dervila. I asked permission to bind this way back in December, but with the holidays and moving apartments in January it got pushed back till now. I'm glad it's finally done. It's a great little fic (little for this kind of binding, I should say; it's actually 12k words), though a little angsty and bittersweet. Good Omens fandom, but that should no longer come as a surprise to anyone who knows me, lol. Pics and process below the cut!

Top view and endpapers. Feathers are from the same sheet as the ones from In Death's Embrace, which I posted last week. The visual elements of this book were assembled entirely with things I already had. The gray cover paper is some kind of drawing paper that I bought for another project that only used a small amount, and the blue book cloth was a scrap from when I bound The God Below. Even the ribbon was something I already had; I think it's one of those loops you find in shirts sometimes. I could make a thematic point here about finding new life and purpose in an unintended role, which would be appropriate to the story, but really I just had them on hand and thought they were pretty together. And I was right.

Spot the mistake! When I first did the cover I was proudly showing it to people and then started swearing because I realized I'd forgotten the comma. Fortunately that was fixable but it was a pain to break out the embossing stuff and heat gun all over again just to add the damned measly little comma. The embossing powder didn't work as well on this cover as it has in the past, and I think it's the paper. Since it's drawing paper I think it absorbs ink better than the scrapbook paper and cardstock I usually use it with, so the lines came out more sketch-like and less neat than I expected. I don't think I'd like it for every book but I do like it for this one.

It is also my first time doing those little corner bits (I think this is called a half binding? Google results were inconclusive). They were a last-minute impulse decision and made from a fairly small scrap of book cloth, and I'm pretty happy with how they came out, despite:

You aren't supposed to be able to see the pointy bit XD A couple of them are like this on the inside. On the bright side, now I know better how to cut the pieces so they don't do that in future.

I'm scheduling this to post ahead of time (date of writing: 2/13) so I don't flood anyone's dash with books and fic recs, but what that means is that by the time this goes up I may have another one ready to go. Binderary was a good idea for productivity!

#bookbinding #fanbinding #snek makes books #good omens #fic rec #i love making these tiny half-size books i want to make 1000 of them

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prismatica-the-strange · 9 months

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I will, I swear.

Warnings: 18+, anxiety attack, an obscene amount of pet names

Song: Someone to Fall Back On by Jason Robert Brown

He can't help the upward pull of his lips when he hears her ringtone coming from his phone.

"Hey, what's up baby?" He answers, landing on a roof.

"Peter," his smile disappears as soon as her quiet voice sniffles in his ear.

"Stelle," the worry is prominent, in his voice, "What's wrong?"

"I-" she hiccups.

"Talk to me, sweetheart."

"C-can you come pick me up?"

"Of course I can, where are you?"

"I'm," her breath shudders as she tries not to cry, "I'm at work."

He rushes to the museum, getting there much quicker than anyone would expect, trying not to look terrified as he hurries into the lobby.

There's a man all but screaming at one of the higher ups while a group of what looks like middle schoolers sits off to the side looking embarrassed.

He's about to call her when one of Stelle's co-workers walks up to him.

"She's in the break room," she mutters, pulling him by the arm.

He hears her before he even opens the door, crying and sniffling by herself and his heart breaks.

Even then, he hesitates at the door, knocking softly, "Stelle, baby?"

"Pete?"

He takes that as his cue to enter and he finds her sitting against the far wall in the dark.

She looks up at him like a cornered animal, eyes big and lip quivering.

"Hey," he kneels down on front of her, and slowly moves to touch her arms, giving her plenty of time to decline the physical contact. He comfortingly rubs her upper arms, "Hey, beautiful..."

She relaxes the slightest bit, and he takes it.

"Where's your as needed, sweet thing?"

She opens her mouth to answer, but chokes on the words.

"Is it here? At the museum?"

She shakes her head and he understands why she called him.

"That's okay," he watches her keep clenching and unclenching her fists trying to stim away her anxiety attack. He slides off his jacket and wraps it around her shoulders, "We'll just put on your headphones and-"

As he he adjusts the collar he realizes her headphones aren't around her neck, she never takes those off, "Baby, where are your headphones?"

Her breathing pics up and she looks away from him.

His knuckles brush against her cheek, trying to grant even the smallest bit of comfort.

"That's okay... That's okay," his voice is hushed and warm, "Let's go home, yeah?"

He keeps his arm around her as they walk back to the lobby, tucking her safely against him. It isn't hard to notice the way she shrinks when she hears the yelling teacher.

Then he sees it. The thing they've been waving around while they rant, headphones.

Not just any random black pair of headphones, but ones covered in glittery star stickers. Stelle's headphones.

He guides her to the far side of the atrium, "I'll be right back, okay?"

He presses a soft kiss to her forehead before walking to the man causing a scene.

"Hey, where did you get those?"

"And I can't- W-what?" He stops mid sentence to turn towards Peter.

"Those headphones, where'd you get them?"

"Off the most unprofessional employee I've ever seen!" He turns back to Stelle's boss, "As I was saying, I can't believe you let them walk around with these on! What if a guest needs help?! And that obnoxious hair dye! It's an eyestrain! We came here to learn about history, not gawk at freaks!"

Peter has to stop himself from hitting him, and instead yanks Stelle's property from him, ignoring the shouts of protest as he storms back to where she's standing rigid as stone.

He takes a deep breath, trying to not any anger carry over to Stelle.

But can tell he's a bit to rough when he puts them on her head and adjusts the coat again, "Here we go."

He doesn't mean to, but he jerks her around a bit. Thankfully, she doesn't seem to mind, her arms wrapping around his waist to stay close to him.

She curled into his side during the cab ride home, playing with his sleeve until she mutters a quiet, "I'm sorry."

"For what, sweetheart?"

"For being so much work."

"Stelle Bell, you're everything to me, and I love taking care of you when you need it," He says, kissing the top of her head, "I love you so much."

#the amazing stella lovette #prisma self ships #prisma writes #peter parker x s/i #self shipping #self ship oneshot #self ship writing

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sayakxmi · 4 months

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[Magi rewatch] Episode 10: His Name Is Judar [Part 1]

UGO-KUN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

>:O

Markkio's voice sounds so creepy. Good fit.

I like to think myself a creative person, but then something very simple will turn out to be beyond me. I usually use "Idiot King" cuz how else do you translate it? Well, "His Stupidity" for one. Not a bad choice at all.

This bitch has no reason looking this pretty.

"Yo, I'm here."

D:<

Also, I love how they all got so dumbfounded by Judar's appearance that they forgot to resist (Alibaba) or stop him from resisting (the guards). It was like, wait a second, we were doing something here, weren't we?

Ahbmad, you dumb bitch.

RIP

I SWEAR the Moon is always full

Despair

Small thing, but the fact that Alibaba still refers to Ahbmad as his older brother.

Aladdin, you are a blessing when you aren't awful to women.

Mood

Ok, that's different. Here Ja'far say that Sin will announce the results, while in the manga it was "Sin said we will announce the results"

On a different note, I haven't noticed Masrur previously, but it looks kinda funny. Man, how tall is that guy. Or maybe how small are these doors?

Ok but

Listen-

(I couldn't find a better pic, I'd have had to rewatch the movie)

Ok, jokes aside, here it's definitely Sinbad speaking. In the manga, again, it's hard to say who it is, though I've wanted to assume this part about the negotiations falling is said by Alibaba. But I don't know. I'd have probably needed to, idk, know Japanese & read in the og language to see if there are some differences in the way they talk (cuz I assume there are), but based on a translation it's a little harder to say.

Ok, again, WHY are they changing the dialogue so much? Here Sinbad is like "the negotiations have failed, which is why we gotta fight the military now" like, bro. First of all, that makes his entire "I make a point not to get involved in other countries interanal affairs" even more of a joke than it already was, and second, he's literally instigating the goddamn rebellion here. The show, ironically, portrays him to act the exact smae way goddamn Al-Thamen does, only he's "on the right side". Sure, it's kinda fun, given what happens later, but this sort of behavior should've raised red flags since the day one?? Hell, if not Alibaba, then ALADDIN should've been able to tell, given he could see the resemblance between what Balbadd & the Kouga Clan are going through. Ugh

"Up until now you could've only fight them as a band of thieves, but now you can't fight them like equals."

I really, really don't like these changes.

In the manga it's Aladdin and Alibaba who comment that Sinbad is amazing & yeah, that's a king for you. Here it's some random citizens.

Also, Alibaba looks so sad in the anime? In the manga he clearly admires Sinbad. There might be some sadness there, too, but not on the same level?

Then again, here these ppl are also saying how he looks like a real leader, so I guess it could make him feel a bit bad, lol

Hm, I wonder what does that mean

T H E M O ON I S A L W A Y S F U L L

Also, Judar's here

He does look good in here, ngl

The anime just never manages to catch the unhingedness of some of these moments smh He doesn't look like a madman, he just looks like a regular weirdo who thinks war is neat.

But damn if his VA isn't awesome

I wanted to focus on this moment, then I noticed Alibaba dissociating

Ja'far on the left 100% ready to cut the bitch, I tell you. It's that empty stare

Not suspicious at all

#saya's magi rewatch #magi #sinbad #alibaba saluja #judar

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marinedecoder · 9 months

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i'm alive, i swear! i'm just broke because i've been on placement since march and you don't get paid for that, so it's been survival living for a bit. speaking of placement, though, my partner got me two new dolls to celebrate me finally finishing my third year! hooray!

i still honestly kind of can't believe the Royal Three dolls finally made it to the UK, given that the other rainbow vision dolls released MONTHS ago. Minnie and Tessa are super pretty, though, and their outfits are SO nicely constructed. Minnie's jacket has a couple of different materials to it, noy just the pleather, and the patches on Tessa's jacket are real, not just printed on. i'm always a little awed by how much detail they fit on to these tiny clothes.

second outfits are also gorgeous - Minnie's is a mostly suede-feeling material, and Tessa's actually got shorts under her jeans, not just an attached piece at the top so it looks like they're there. The details on Minnie's second shoes are super pretty, too, and you can (although i didn't get a pic) detatch the labels on the sides of Tessa's shoes so they hang loosely at the sides of them.

word to the wise on Minnie's gloves - they're more trouble than they're worth to get on her hands. way tighter and less cooperative than any of the other RH gloves so far for me. and speaking of Minnie's hands:

tiny nail art? adorable! teensy rings? super cute! teensy rings with gems in them? pretty impressive! teensy rings with gems in them that aren't actually fixed in place..? 😬 i lost those gems like. twice. in the hour i was playing about with her.

her hands are now in quarantine until i've super glued the extremely tiny gems in place again.

#decoder chats #decoder snaps #tessa's fringe is in a state of frinjury but when are RH dolls' fringes NOT like that straight out the box?

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happyselves · 3 years

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Wrong Number { Lando Norris x reader one shot }

WARNING !!! EXPLICIT !!!

You were the new PR assistant of Mclaren F1 Team and you end up adapting pretty quickly even starting to have some friends in the team and you were actually at grand prix for the weekend, working on the social media stuff. Obviously for your work you had to have the driver's phone number, but you haven't had the need to use it yet.

You were chilling in your bed, in that gorgeous hotel room, writing some new plans and ideas of videos for the next day where you will have to film a video of the drivers for the youtube of the team. Your phone was lost in your bed sheet and you were on it. Usually you aren't staying up this late but grand prix's weekends were a lot of work.

Indeed you were focused, glasses on almost done with your work. As soon as you finish, content with what you did, you close your computer and put it down next to bed, searching your phone everywhere to turn it off but you saw the little notification and decided to click on it.

Your eyes went wide as you saw the picture of a penis in erection, you double checked the name ... " Lando Norris " . What was happening was that he ... you didn't know how to react before seeing the three little points telling you that he was writing to you.

" OMG I'm so so sorry that wasn't meant for you, omg omg I'm so so sorry really Oh my god "

Obviously you were still shocked, I mean it was Lando Norris, the driver you work with ... You are supposed to see him tomorrow, how are you both going to be able to move on from this. Of course he does what he wants to do in his personal time. That's not your business to tell but a dick pic ? Why were you feeling so hot right now ? Was it because of the embarrassment or was it something else ? Because your stomach makes you feel a weird sensation that extends below between your legs. You took so long to respond that the three dots appeared again.

" I understand if you don't want to answer but know that I'm deeply sorry sincerely, I don't know what to do, if I could delete it and go back like 20 minutes ago I would, I'm not like that .. I'm not someone dirty ... doing that to someone... that's not who i am at all... "

You read and another message appeared.

" I had a bet with my friends, it's so dumb I feel so bad now, please say something I don't want this to change your work environnment ... "

How could you respond to him, staying professional ? Or admitting that you were so turned on by this picture and him, that you were imagining him touching you, one hand inside your underwear and the second one holding your phone, watching this picture again and again. He was large and the perfect size like how you like it. It was too late for your brain to function properly when you already had a press to send a message your thumbs wrote on it's own.

" You turned me on "

Shit ... that's all you had written ? The realisation hit you, what did you just do ... Why were you feeling so dirty right now but you were so excited to see his response, to see how he will react, that was a bit perverted of you but it felt so good to let yourself go lose like this. Too bad it was with basically one of your bosses ... The dots appeared so quick on the screen ... that's it you went too far and you are about to get kicked out of that team.

" Turn you on ? "

...

" Ohhhh ... "

" OH "

He was freaking out, of course he was freaking out. You were about to write something when the next text came at your surprise.

" You like it ? "

Oh god, he is entering a dangerous game now, first him sending you a pic and then you lose yourself that you respond something completely out of character and now he is playing along with it and you want more, so much more.

" Yeah ... a lot ... don't feel sorry and don't feel ashamed of it "

The anticipation of his next message was burning your inner self.

" I feel proud ... I don't really know what to say actually "

You knew what to do and you did it. You took a picture of your hand down your underwears touching yourself and send him accompanied with a little description " Now we are even "

His response didn't wait long before it came.

" Stop it [YN] are you doing that because of me ? "

You giggle and the vibration of your laugh made you moan somehow, you were feeling so hot right now and your hand was moving slowly to massage you. You were trying your best to not go too fast cause you wanted the pleasure to last, but it was hard writing with only one hand so you pressed the button to dial him. You didn't know if he would pick up but you needed to finish what you started. It rang 3 times before he picked up, both of you went quiet for a moment before you talked with a small almost whispering voice.

" I didn't know if you would pick up "

Lando POV :

What was happening to me, out of everything the person I sent a pic to… it has to be her, the new girl in the team, the actually pretty sexy new girl ... whyyyy ? But I was so surprised to see that she wasn't freaking out, quite the opposite actually, she wasn't as shy and innocent as she makes us all believe and I liked that. I liked that I might be the only one to see the little demon waking up behind that angelic figure. She put me in shock when she wrote that I turned her on, she didn't have much to do and the mystery of this got me so curious and then she sent me a picture of her touching herself, saying we are even ? She was playing a dangerous game here and if I'm not careful I might become addicted to it. She threw me off one more time by calling me, I didn't know what to do and I almost missed the call before picking up. What can I say to her? I hardly speak to her during work time and I don't even know if I would remember her voice.

And then she spoke with the most innocent angelic voice yet kinda out of breath, I wanted to moan just by listening to her but I bit my lips very hard for the sound to not come out of my mouth.

" well I wasn't sure if I could to "

She giggled and I swear I felt a twitch in my pants.

" I'm glad you did "

Her voice was erratic now, and I could bet she was pleasuring herself. Dangerous, mysterious, a little dirty and slightly perverted but in a good way. Knowing that you switch that button in her brain that turns on her just by sending a picture was so exciting to me and made me want her even more. I saw her so many times, the McLaren's team outfit wasn't doing her justice but I could see her pretty curve, she was giving the body of a goddess. She was everything I was attracted to, physically and now knowing this dark side of her, mentally too. I want more, so much more again and I was imagining her touching herself just for me and my mouth opened on it's own, letting sound escaping it have my eyes closed. It took me time before I realised that I was on the phone with her again.

Lando: shittt, [ YN ] what are we doing ?

You : I don't know but I can't stop, not now it's too late

Lando : What are you doing ?

You : You know what I am doing don't you ? And that's on you ..

Damn if I could leave my room right now and meet her in her and take her I would !

Lando : I need you to tell me what you are doing cause I'm going crazy here ..

She paused before talking again.

You : I'm touching myself thinking of you, your hand on me, how warm you would feel on me, how the veins in your arms would pop up...

I bet her fingers were moving rather fast than slow right now cause she whimpered from time to time. For real this woman that I barely know is driving me crazy and knowing that she is just a couple meters away from me. I love it so much because it feels like she is a forbidden fruit, a delicious one that I can't touch but desperately want and need now that I almost had the taste of it.

You : And you, what are you doing ?

You POV

You were far from the edge but you felt the tingling spike between your legs, he could go quick or slow, the orgasm was preparing itself, sending you electricity randomly.

Lando : I'm slowly caressing myself down to go and take myself thinking of you, your hair tingling my skin, how your hands feel on my naked torso and so far you look absolutely gorgeous.

You bit your lips so hard at how he pictured perfectly what was going on in your mind, you were in symbiosis. There was a question burning your lips for so long already and you really wanted to ask him so you dare so.

You : Do you wanna come into my room ?

Lando : Are you sure ? I'm pretty sure there are some rules that we can't cross.

You : They don't need to know and even if they know if you take the responsibility they can't do anything.

Lando : Oh trust me I will take the responsibilities for it.

You : Then come to room 155, and be quick and quiet cause there are other people on the team in the next rooms.

You hung up the phone and quickly went to the bathroom, you didn't know what was going on in your head to be so bold but you needed it so much, you needed him so much. You check yourself in the mirror, you were supposed to sleep in a big oversize mclaren tee shirt with just a pj short that we could barely see because of the shirt.

Lando soon knocks on the door twice and you jump off the bed to go and open it. As soona so do so you bring him by the shirt and crash your lips into his. He pushes you inside the room and closes the door behind you, pinning you against the wall. He was kissing you with so much passion, literally eating your lips, tasting all of you like you were something rare that he will never taste again. His hands went under your shirt and he was surprised to see that you didn't have a bra. His palms found themself at home on each side of your breast lifting you before holding you from your thighs. You were mesmerized to see such a young shy man like him being so confident right now and that turns you on even more. Your legs were now crossed around him not letting him now that you had him, hands in his curls playing with them. He was like a puppy when you pulled them a little bit, breaking the kiss, closing his eyes and moaning into your ears, what a beautiful melody it was. He kissed your jaw mufflying something as soon as he met your neck.

Lando : I want you so much

You thought you misheard it and your heart went crazy like it wanted to escape your chest. He pushed both of you on the bed, making you bounce on the mattress and unlock yourself from him, you whined a bit missing his contact already and he laughed before pausing, watching you sit on your elbow.

You : What

Lando : You are so hot in that McLaren tee shirt but you would look even more perfect in one of my shirts.

You : Then next time you will give me one or I will still have one of yours but for now just come here.

And you bring him once more by the aim of his shirt, taking it off in the process of kissing again. Your tongues were shyly meeting a first contact with each other before finding their pace and dancing together. How could they fit so well with each other ? You both felt something like you never felt before and it caught you both off guard that you moaned in harmony before looking at each other.

You : I don't think I can wait that long, I need you now Lando.

Lando POV :

The way she says my name, man, I will always remember this moment, her under me looking like a greek goddess, the way her eyes were on me, eating me alive ... Like the dude I don't remember who said I now understand what it is to burn for someone cause I was burning of desire for her. I don't think I could ever get tired of her eyes begging me to touch her, her breath itching as I touch a sensitive spot. The way her body moves as I take off her shirt throwing on the ground. How she giggled when my head got stuck in my own shirt as she tried to pull it off me. I don't know what angels sound like but I'm pretty sure it's close to her voice.

When I kissed her on her neck, going down to her chest. Her skin reacts giving her shivers that she digs her nails in my back, lifting her chin in pure pleasure.

All the imagination I had of her like this became reality and it was better than what I had ever dreamt of. She was the definition of warm and erotistic and she was so vulnerable in front of me gladly giving me her approval to take advantage of her.

You POV :

You were both almost naked only your bottom part was still on but not for long, you graciously took off your shorts putting it down with your feet before you turned your focus on his grey pants showing already how big his bulge was. You didn't need to imagine how he must be because you've already seen it and you couldn't wait to see it for real. Lando stands on his knees letting you pull down the jogging letting his member finally free from any fabric. As he goes down again to attack you on your lips he takes the rest of his pants off. It was so intimate to both be naked like this, your skin feeling his, connecting like two wires cable sending each other electricity. There was something real happening between you too, there were the physic attraction yes but it was so much more than sex and you weren't even at that part yet. He was taking his time with you, testing your patience, how much of a self control he had cause you just wanted to have him inside of you, but he decided overwise, instead he went down between your legs kissing them and licking them before blowing on it which made you arch your back.

You : Stop it already I can't take it anymore ...

Lando : Shut up ... I know you enjoyed it

Oh my god, you never knew you had kink for that, him being dominante like that, his voice vibrating down your legs was extremely disturbing for you cause that made you inner self react on his own, twisting inside and making moaning louder than usual. Oh that was dangerous, you felt like he could make you cum without actually touching you and now he knows it and will use it as an advantage. His tongue was running on you, coming way too close to your inner thigh. He paused, tilting his head a bit to look at you in the eyes before connecting his lips to you. That was the hottest thing you ever experienced and now feeling his wet tongue there, eating you like you were his favorite dessert, you didn't know how long you could last. You were arching your back one more time, your breath going erratically quick. You couldn't keep your eyes open for more than 10 seconds to look at him and your hands end up finding their place in his hair, messing his curly locks, holding on to whatever you could to not cum right away. His tongue was playing with your entrance and your clitoris.

After playing for so long he tongue was becoming numb but that didn't matter to you cause you came to the edge , grooming so loud, your hands still his hair, pulling him to you to kiss him and testing yourself by the same occasion. That was the first time a man ever made you cum just with his mouth like that, usually they stay there a bit and wanted to be inside you as quick as possible but Lando was different, he was here for your pleasure, only focussing on you, putting him in second place and you heart was melting at that thought. You kiss him gently, slowly with every feeling that you could pass him on. You both needed to take a break to breathe but you wanted more again. You wanted to make him feel how he made you feel, so you pinned him down, his back finally finding the mattress and you rode him, sitting on his knees to have access to his penis. He was so ready for you that you could see precum on his tip. He was looking at you carefully with anticipation because he knew what was coming, he pushed your hair to the side to see your face already redden from the orgasm and all the heat you've just had. His hand stayed accidently a little longer than attended to your check and you lean on it closing your eyes.

Lando POV :

She tested so sweet and I felt like I've been intoxicated by her, she was driving me insane and she was responding to every touch I had on her, even right now with my hand on her cheek she was so adorable with her dark eyes, her sex face. I never felt so drowned to someone like that. I was so glad that I accidently sent her this picture, cause I never would have dreamed to have her naked on top of me where all I could think about for the past month she entered the family was her. I couldn't stop looking at me and I was relieved to see that her eyes were closed so she couldn't see how much I was falling in love with her. I don't think my eyes would be able to hide my affection for her.

You POV :

You opened your eyes again, leaving a kiss on his palm before taking two of his fingers in your mouth, locking your eyes with his. This mouvement came naturally to you as you were feeling so relaxed with him and his eyes said it all. He was so into this kind of foreplay and he bites his lips so much that the blood wasn't circulating properly on them anymore. That was the signal you needed to finally lay your hand on his stomach, caressing him until you approached his member. His lips closed so fast to not groan out loud but you could still hear him and you saw his part twitching on its own. The fact that he was reacting to every touch you made on him the same way that you were for him and you smiled too bright and confirmed to you that it was so right, you two together.

You start rubbing his tips with your thumb and his head almost hits the bedhead, his hands rubbing your thighs. You stroke him a couple times before leaning your mouth on him, licking the precum that was escaping from him before slowly taking him, your lips closing themself on him putting pressure on his edge. You were looking at him like he did with you earlier but you didn't break eye contact, going up and down and flicking your tongue from time to time, drawing the popping veins of his dick. He felt so warm in you but you didn't know if you took him deeper in your throat, you tried slowly but ended up having gag reflex so you had to pull him out. He got so concerned at the sound you just made.

Lando : Please don't if you can't, I don't need it, having you already like that enough for me ...

He paused, taking a breath of air before continuing.

Lando : You have no idea how much I'm controlling myself right now, not cuming in your mouth cause I want to feel you.

You didn't know if this man under you had any experience with women before but if he didn't, well he was so good at talking during it or maybe it was because you were so aroused right now that he could have said anything to you and you would still lose it for him.

Lando : Come here, love, I don't want you to hurt your throat, that's not part of the plan, I want to make you feel good and only good.

He took your hands, making you lay on him, your hand intertwined on top of his head, testing himself a bit as he caught your lips. He let go of your hand to grab you on the side of your hip and reverse your position, taking back things under his control. You got a surprise and a giggle escaped your mouth which made him smile so bright. You kiss the smile away pulling him again by the next with a bit of violence. Both of you were fighting for dominance at this point, your make out session proving the point, teeth ... tongue, biting each other's lips until one of you bleed. You were both tearing each other apart when you felt his tips already at your entrance, his hand positioning himself at the right place, teasing you in the process of it before pushing himself a bit in you, waiting for you to tell him the next move. You adjust yourself before nodding so he could enter deeper, but he stops again when you bite your lips and makes a painful face.

Lando : Take your time love, tell me when you are ready

He was so careful, how could you resist him and on top of that it's the second time he is calling you love ? You wished he actually could call you babe or baby, it was already intimate but you wanted to be even more on the mind level. After seconds you finally felt the pain being replaced by that nice pleasure when he adjusted himself on top of you to be more comfortable, the movement of his penis in your making you moan. He took that as a signal and fully entered you. Despite being large and long, you were so ready for him that he didn't have to stretch your walls and you weren't feeling tight for him. He felt amazing in you, you were full of him, of his passion and his desire for you.

Lando : You okay ?

You : mmh mhhh you can move

And he did start, going back and forth taking the time to appreciate every friction, every sensation, every stimulation it was providing you both. You loved how his head rested on your neck, having him breath on your skin, kissing it as he kept thrusting in you with one arm holding you back to make you more comfortable, the second arm holding both of your hands over your head. He was being soft but still so dominant and you liked it so much, you were starting to develop a serious feeling for him by each minute you were spending with him. Both of you were a mix of moan, yelp, whimps cry and groan ... you were both a mess but you were in harmony. Every deep thrust he had made you arch your back even more for him, giving him more access to you. He went down kissing and playing with your breast making you lose control due to the erogenous spot.

Suddenly he came out of you and you were missing the sensation already, he wanted to switch position cause his legs were about to give up for him. So he sits on the bed and you sit on him, positioning yourself to go down on him. He was finally back in you after a deep push that surprised you and made you cry out loud his name, but it felt weird so suddenly and you looked at each other agreeing on that weird connection you just had. It felt like he was home ... like you and him were made for each other, your body completing each other perfectly. It was again so natural between you, you kept riding him switching between a slow pace and a quick one. Your head was starting to spin as you felt your second orgasm of the night coming. He was close to the edge as well but you beat him to it as you quicken the pace, him holding you so tight as he bites your neck making you wimps. You came in a big moan, whispering his name in his ear.

Lando POV :

As she came under me she was whispering my name and it was the most sexiest and beautiful thing I ever heard. Hearing my name be said like this gives me some weird feeling in my stomach. I was addicted to this girl and I lost myself because she was mine in this instant and I was hers. I want her today, tomorrow and every day that the world wants to give us together. I felt her shaking from her release and that tense my length. I was so close but I wanted this feeling to last forever and it was starting to be painful for me . The overstimulation wasn't helping her and she was completely wrecked by me at every push I was infliging on her but I couldn't stop until she found the courage to take my face with both of her hands forcing me to look at the darkness in her eyes. She sweetly kisses me, peeking my lips multiple times before holding my jaw and turning it on the side to give herself enough space to play in my neck and under my ears. She was a rare diamond, this one for real, how in hell did I find her ? She was always finding new ways to put me in a place where sanity wasn't possible. She was playing with my ears until I heard her low voice.

You : Please Lando, I need you to cum for me baby.

As soon as the word baby left her lips I was gone, in a last thrust I released myself in her, wimping like never before. The weight that left my body right now, indescriptible, incredible. She was smiling so much and now looking at me with soft eyes. I am in love with her.

You POV :

After so long he finally came in you and the spirkes you felt in you were breathtaking, You couldn't believe that you just had this ... the best sex in your entire life. You couldn't help yourself and had to look at him with so much love after that. " Say it again " he said to you almost inaudibly for you to understand.

You : What ?

Lando : Call me baby again

And you did again, kissing him, mouth opened. It took a long time for you to finally detach yourself from him. You were both exhausted but the mutual feeling of satisfaction like you were on a cloud right now, high from all the endorphins you released with your orgasms. You could barely walk to the bathroom and you both used each other for support. How can sex can be so draining, you were going to be in trouble tomorrow but you didn't care, if you could do it again, you would one hundred percent. Despite the fact he was as tired as you, Lando took care of you and helped you clean yourself before searching his tee shirt on the ground and giving it to you. You gladly accepted it and put it on before going back to bed. You looked at him, he didn't know what to do now, becoming the shy man you first met a couple weeks ago, desperate in the look like something was really bugging him.

You : What's happening ?

Lando : I have to go back to my room

You : No

There is no way that after that you will be separated so quickly, you open your cover for him to join you.

You : You aren't going anyway mister, bring back your sexy ass next to me right now.

Relief could be felt on his face as he jogged to come and snuggle in bed with you before you both fell asleep in each other's arms, completely glued to each other. You didn't know what was going to happen in the morning when they were going to search him everywhere and find out he disappeared from his room but you didn't care at this moment, you were ready to face any consequences because after all you weren't the wrong number anymore.

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astersofthesky · 3 years

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I decided to reread the MHA LN Chapter 4, you know, the canon bkdk angsty slow-burn fanfic 😌😌 Spreading the BKDK LN agenda because WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE !!

Anyway, I FOUND ANOTHER TRANSLATION but sadly OP haven't finished it yet 😢

And since I need an emotional outlet so I can scream at how they're so canon, Im'ma do it here ahwjdhfjsh 👀✨

Warning: Long post; potential manga spoilers

– I forgot that this chapter literally started with the angst 😭 Deku saying that he can't imagine having lunch with Kacchan is like a pain in the gut. He just wanna be friends with his Kacchan again 😢

– One word, ✨SOULMATES ✨ afshshahah PLS, even the universe can't help but ship them together 😩✋ they're fruityness is on whole a new level I CAN'T 💚🧡

– I see what you're doing Bakugou 👀 You really can't leave your sweet broccoli behind huh?? Also, crybaby Macchan and aggressive Takkun?? 🤔 Do I need to say more? 🧐

– If that's not flirting then idk what is 🤷 also, "In front of my soba? Really?" (Todoroki, probably)

– There's no ss but I just wanna give a special mention to jealous!Bakugou. No cos srsly, implying you're not friends with Deku as if you're not dying to hold his hand then getting irritated over Todoroki claiming the "friend" card 😩 Just, Bakugou, don't @ me ☺️💢

– The angst had reached full force it seems ಥ‿ಥ The line was cut but it actually says "Not friends, just childhood friends" 😭😭 and I am telling you Im'ma throw my brand new book when Bakugou explicitly acknowledges Midoriya as his boyfriend. Because before they were rivals, Bakugou and Midoriya were first friends. And I'm not saying that they aren't one now because we as readers, can definitely see they care for each other. But the question is, do they already see the other as a friend and not just a mere rival? They don't cos they're boyfriends your honor

– Tbh, It still haven't sinked in that this is kind of canon 🤧 This is such a cliched romantic scene like wtf?? So what's next? The full moon is illuminating half of Bakugou's face, red eyes glowing and face soft from the natural white luminescence or something sappy like that?? 😩😩 I love it

– Izuku in this LN chapter whenever he talks about Bkg: ✨ THEIR RELATIONSHIP ✨

– I know, I get it. You don't have to shove it my face every single time Deku 😌 and pls, why are you still flirting at the middle of the night?? Or was it pining that I see 🤔 i mean comparing each other to their kid parallels 😕 hmm a severe case of mutual pining indeed

– Yes yes, of course you're only looking for food stalls Mr. Bakugou "Tsundere" Katsuki, I completely don't believe that you're worried about the kids. No! of course not! Who says you want the kids to reconcile so they wouldn't experience the pain that you and a certain green had gone through?? Hahaha I mean It's not like they're your parallel what??hmmm no no, go on, look for takoyaki or smthn ☺️☺️

– Wait, did the last part say '"Bakugou grabbed Izuku's face and pushed it away..." Aksfksjdhdisjs what in the actual gay fanfic is this??!! Or wait, is this what Bkg usually do to Deku in the official art he's like, I love agressively gripping your head as I entangle my fingers on your soft curls but no homo💀

Since OP's translation isn't complete, I'm going to use Lau Ren's translation and yes I'm continuing this shit even though Tumblr mobile only lets me post 10 pics per post

– Bkdk domesticity with children pt. 95736 💚🧡 They love kids so much 😩 Yk I'd donate my kidney just to see this ANIMATED ✨ like this has so much fluff potential 🤧 Or at the very least a drama CD. I'd ascend 😭

– WHAT THE FUDGE ?!! I'M SCREAMING 😭 I SAY IT AGAIN 💞 SOULMATES✨ and pls, it has my favorite fic trope, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings. Anyway, I need a minute to collect myself cos I can't move past the "With the said person himself nearby, Kacchan thought his fate had gone crazy" ( ≧Д≦) dammit Katsuki, why r u so gay. Izuku loves you, you emotionally constipated gremlin

I have reached my 10 picture limit so I'm just gonna copy paste some of the twts 💀 I hope I don't get in trouble lmao Xd

- Kacchan fixed his gaze to Deku who looked relieved. "He..."

- Somehow, Kacchan remembered the fight they had after All Might's retirement. It was the first time they were able to let out their conflicts sincerely. Although his fear towards Deku had decreased since then, there was still a feeling of disgust about Deku being a hero who save others residing in Kacchan.

- He couldn't understand it. But he knew, there will always a being whom he cannot understand

– Bkg rlly said 👀 on Deku while having angsty thoughts ಥ╭╮ಥ Looking back on this tho, I just can't help but be proud when I remember 285. Bakugou is loud but he is very rational in battles. He thinks of a plan on the spot meaning he's mind is on work 24/7.

– When he had his "My body just moved on its own" moment, Katsuki had understood Deku and his nature to "Save to Win." It'ss that Katsuki must not analyze it with his brain, but instead feel it with his heart 💚🧡 And this is the reason why I badly want to see him on the manga 😭 that was some MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I'm ahwjdhfjsh

– Takkun and Maachan's pinky swear deserves their own mention. They're so pure 😩✋

- He said he still hasn't done hatsumoude so Kacchan can go first, but Kacchan refused and wouldn't let Deku do hatsumoude before him.

- Kacchan tried to take a head start, but in the end, they ended up visiting and praying together.

– AND WE'RE BACK with the gays 😌 hsjdjajs they compete with every single thing it's honestly cute. Also YES THEY PRAYED TOGETHER and shoujo scenes with the main couple praying on the shrine but make it BKDK flashed before my eyes 😖✨

- After finishing their prayers, Deku looked at Kacchan, "What did you wish for?" "Shut up."

- Even with Kacchan's sulking expression seen from the side, Deku felt that they had wished for the same thing.

– DEKU YOU'RE BEING TOO LOUD!! I just can't with these two 😩✋ Both of them are down so bad for each other and you can't tell me otherwise 💚✨🧡

- With those serious eyes, Deku knew they were aiming for the same thing. Win to save, save to win. To be the best heroes.

- Deku knew well that he and Kacchan are polar opposites. But even so, Deku couldn't imagine a world in which Kacchan doesn't exist.

– Deku just went 😍 on Kacchan and thought "I CAN'T IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT YOU 🧡💚" (insert Imagine by Ben Platt)

– I can't even stress how much I love this line, y'all this is so misleading I-- this is too much 😭 Anyway, I believe this go both ways. Bakugou can't also see a world without Deku in it, and since Deku decided to be the self-sacrificing person he is, I'll just SCREAM IN CH. 304 ( ≧Д≦)

- Seeing the two praying side by side, he commented, "so you've become good friends now, huh."

- Both of them immediately opposed, and Kacchan threatened to explode Shoto's mouth for saying such a disgusting thing.

– Let's go Todoroki, best wingman 🤣 And flustered Bakugou makes a reappearance hdjsja Dammit half n' half I ain't flirting with Deku fvck you

And this is where it ends afshshaha anyway bkdk canon 💚🧡

#bakudeku #dekubaku #bkdk #dkbk #mha light novel #bnha light novel #decchan #bakudeku canon #no edit #typo be damned #austere posts

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yomiurinikei · 2 years

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oh my god i was scrolling through my acc and like. let's talk about tsurugi and kouhei again for a second.

do you think tsurugis classmates... know????

like. they've gotta know about kouhei.

(under the cut, talks about kouhei + his death, soooo t3rr0r1sm + b0mb1ng, brief mentions of m1tsuh1r0 in point 4)

1) before kouhei died, he was supposedly on track to become shsl police officer instead of tsurugi/maybe it was a toss up, but i think it was the former (i'm pretty sure this is said by tsurugi, so it could just be his perception of things, but it doesn't make sense for him to lie about this: either way, we can use this to put him and tsurugi at about the same caliber)

2) we know kouhei died. recently, at least by in game memory standards, since i'm not starting that argument up again.

3) it's implied that before kouheis death, while tsurugi still had his same moral code (see: the incident with his father figure getting shot, in tsurugis ftes) he was more open and friendly, more trusting

4) we know maeda, who couldn't recognize beloved star soccer player higa (maeda says higa is famous and that he's got a lot of people in the general population who'd recognize him) recognized tsurugi and had seen him on tv, meaning that tsurugis decently famous

so. kouhei was killed within the past year at the longest, if not more recently, and was as skilled as tsurugi, who's been interviewed on tv and is likely otherwise the focus of news articles, even if he doesn't do much on tv

meaning... wouldn't someone? have said something?? about kouhei??????? some news outlet have keyed into an explosion that tsurugi was seen at, and that suddenly, kouhei has vanished, and tsurugis acting fucking traumatized and has closed off???

like even if the stuff with kouhei is kept under wraps. someone's gonna ask questions, and imo, the better option is to make an announcement saying kouhei died defusing a bomb, and not elaborating, for his families privacy, the fact kouhei was a minor, the stations reputation, to keep people from panicking that a potential shsl cop was killed by 'terrorists' and yk. the fact that they're fucking lying and it was staged

and you're telling me this wouldn't come up in interviews with tsurugi? you're telling me this information isn't going somewhat viral, even if just for a moment? people aren't side eyeing? or curious? not a single member of class 79 remembered this happened and that tsurugi and kouhei were close???

im just saying. y'all are missing out if you're not thinking about everyone in that god damn classroom subtly staring at tsurugi whenever anything vaguely related to his past comes up? maeda wasn't sitting there learning about how kouhei died and thinking about all the true crime theory videos he watched about this. it's so fucking hilarious.

tsurugis wistfully talking about his childhood friend, thinking he's soooo slick and kizuna, sitting right next to him is fucking. trying to find pics of leel kouhei because she swears there was an obituary with a picture of him as a kid. kiyokas phone goes off as tsurugis talking about how much he loved (totally platonically why is everyone looking at him) his friend and it's a text from kizuna with a picture of 7 year old kouhei grinning up at the camera as tsurugi, in the background, is about to face plant into the dirt.

tsurugi doesn't know why kiyoka looks like she's about to fucking cry but he feels... oddly disrespected

#dra #tsurugi kinjo #kouhei sasaki #kizuna tomori #kiyoka maki #analysis #but also it dissolved into a shit post #because i was thinking of like... what tsurugis fte must've been like for maeda if he knew #oh #yuki maeda #utsuro #anyways #and then i was thinking about the rest of the class #and figured u all should know about this. funny little theory of mine

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straykidsworldwild · 3 years

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Duskwood

Phil Hawkins x MC

Part 1 : MC is having a horrible, horrible day and she goes to the Aurora to have a drink.

(⚠️Sad. Some swearing ⚠️)

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Heyy guys!! Here's a little Phil Hawkins one shot part 1 because there's not enough Duskwood imagines 🙈

(pictures aren't mines but I made the collage and the character aren't mines. All rights go to Duskwood creators and owners of the pics.)

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My day was total crap... I don't believe I've had such a horrible day before. Or at least, not for a long time... It feels like everything is falling apart little by little. Like nothing is meant to go normally. I woke up like any other day, and yet, it feels like I woke up in a chaotic world where everything is meant to go wrong... Since that call, everything is going downhill...

The night has fallen which means I have officially done my day. It felt like forever... Like I am in an endless loop... And since I was meant to do the closing, my day felt even longer than usual. I just finished cleaning the little restaurant I worked at and closed it. It's not a job I would want to do my whole life, even though it is nice to work in a restaurant, but I need money to pay for my college study. My mom is helping pay for them, but I'm trying to pay as much as I can on my own. Anyway... I am walking in the streets of Duskwood which are beamed by the streetlights. It is surprisingly emptier than usual. I guess it's due to the rain... Like my day wasn't cloudy enough already... I think I need a break... Yeah... I need a drink...

I walk toward a familiar building, some greenish-blueish light lightening the area. Aurora... The famous bar of Duskwood owned by my best friend's brother. I've rarely been there alone... Usually I go with the rest of the group. But I really need... Ugh... Maybe I should just go home? Isn't it too late to go there anyway? Ugh... I'm asking myself too many questions. I guess a drink really won't hurt. I reach the door before falling face to face with a sign. CLOSED. Great... I sigh disappointed as I am standing under the rain. Oh... But he is still here. Through the window, I can see a familiar figure cleaning the place. Oh well, I'm neither here nor there... I lift my hand and knock on the door of the bar. The man turned around as I got his attention. I cross my arms over my chest and notice that the rain has already soaked my hair and my vest. I must look awful... The man comes up to the door and opens it for me.

- Gorgeous! Come in before you catch a cold, tells me, the man, using that nickname he always does. I don't know why he does it... I never heard him calling other girls like this. Well, he does use pet names but not this specific one. I step in the bar and he closes the door behind me. You know I love you very much but I'm about to close so... He begins to tell me with his famous smirk despite the little fatigue I can see on his face. His hair is held up in a bun as he usually does when he works. He is wearing a white shirt, letting his huge tattoo on his neck appear, and a black trousers. By the sight of his eyes, I can tell he had a long day too...

- I just need one drink, Phil, I simply answer to my friend. My voice sounded so... Tired and flat. Phil looks at me with a slight surprise, losing slowly his smile. I guess the sound of my voice surprised him. Please... I plead to him with the same tone.

- I would never say "no" to my favorite customer, would I? He answers with a smirk. I faintly smile back at him, happy that finally something goes well. For now... He could have said "no". The two of us walk over to the bar and I sit on a stool while he goes behind the counter. We're alone in the bar since he was about to close so it's pretty quiet. The usual I guess, he tells me with his deep and calm voice.

- Actually... Whiskey. Pure, I reply, stopping him in his momentum. Phil looks back at me for a second, processing my words.

- Wow, I knew you had that wild part in you, Gorgeous, but I didn't think I would ever see it, he tells me with a surprised tone again. Yet, he doesn't seem to dislike it. Phil gets two glasses and he pours a little bit of the beverage in the glasses.

- A little more, please... I tell him with the same flat and tired voice. I stop myself from letting a long sigh out. Again, I feel his eyes burning me before he pours a little more alcohol. Thanks, I thank him.

- On the house, he tells me, leaning against the counter as he raises his glass. I was about to retort but he gave me a look, telling me he won't change his mind.

- Double thanks, I thank him again, clinking my glass with him before taking a sip. Argh... That tastes awful! I can feel the liquid burning my throat.

- So... I know I act like I am very happy to see you, which is the case, don't get me wrong, Gorgeous, he begins to tell me before rapidly correcting himself. But I also see that you're not fine, MC, Oh... I look down as I take a deep breath in. It must not be very hard to see I had a bad day then... Usually I can hide it pretty well... But right now. It's too deep, too much. I'm not even sure "bad" is a strong enough word to describe how crappy my day was. What's wrong? He asks me, sounding calm, gentle and interested, yet, with a point of concern.

- I'm okay, Phil, I softly respond to my friend while slowly shaking my head negatively.

- Mmh... This "I'm okay" sounded more like a "I'm-not-okay-but-I-am-putting-a-brave-face-on". Like a hidden call for help, he tells me gently, yet, seriously. His deep voice is just so... Irresistible, and always so calm. Who could resist it? Well... I guess at this moment I can. My mind is too bothered and busy right now. I crack a very faint smile before looking down at my glass again. I take a sip of it and lightly grimace to the taste of the drink. Who hurt you? He asks me seriously as he takes a cigarette and the lighter. Who… Why someone and not something?

- It's not about me, I respond in a whisper, lying to him. I hate talking about myself when I'm down. I don't want to bother people with my problems... I don't want to be the one to bring negative vibes. Oh no... I turn lightly my head to the side as I feel the tears coming up. I need a break... I need to break.

- Lie, he simply says. I don't look at him and I don't contradict him either. What happened? He asks again with seriousness, not letting this subject aside. I don't answer again. I can feel a lump in my throat. The tears are thick in my eyes and threatening to fall at any time now. MC, talk to me. I'm not here to judge you or... I hide my face even more as I can't stop myself from grimacing sadly. I can't take it... I let a sob out accidentally as if my body is talking for myself. I want to scream. But I can't... MC... He calls me with concern. Phil puts down his cigarette and walks around the counter to join my sides. I don't move and keep my back to him. I hate when people see me crying... Phil puts his hand on my shoulder so I could face him but I push it away, not too harshly, but not too gently either. I let another sob out as I closed my eyes. The tears are so thick and warm... There's so much emotion in them. They roll down my cheeks regularly, evacuating my pain. Without saying a word, I feel a pair of arms holding me. A chest lays against my back. My hair was all wet... His shirt must be wet too by now. It's okay, MC, I hear him whispering. I should push him away. I know how Phil is with girls... Isn't it too easy to cry in front of him and him then being too nice? I know he is my friend and my best friend's brother, but... God, I'm lost. Usually I go to Jessy or I call her. But I came here... Why? Ugh...

- I'm sorry... I whisper shakily through my sobs. I came for a drink and I ended up breaking in front of him...

- No, it's okay. Get it out, he says with a comforting and calm tone. It actually sounds weird coming from him... I know Phil for a few years and he was never like this. I mean, he is always calm but caring like this? That's rare... More than rare. Long minutes later, I slowly calm down. I am still breathing lightly shakily but I'm not sobbing anymore. Only a few tears here and there stream down my eyes. I take a deep breath in and out before wiping my cheeks. I don't remember when was the last time I cried this much... It hurts. It hurts so much. I accumulated too much. I didn't break when mom told me about my uncle's death… I guess I didn't realize what was real and happening at the moment… Or I didn't want to believe it… That built up on my nerves and… This is the result. Slowly, I pull myself away from Phil who didn't let go of me one second. I turn around to face him, but avoid his eyes. Like I thought, the top of his shirt is all wet, letting his tattoos appear a little more on his chest. I'm still confused about what just happened... That's not me to cry in front of people like this... And that's definitely not the Phil I know. Tell me what's wrong, Gorgeous, he says seriously, still wanting to know what got me in such a state. He never gives up...

- Everything, I answer back, my voice lightly breaking. I wipe my cheeks again as I clear my throat. To begin with, when I woke up this morning, I learned that my uncle had passed away during the night. He drove a truck from a country to another and... I explain to him, confessing the terrible news that started this awful day of mine. However, I couldn't bring myself to finish my sentence. I bring my hand over my heart and press on it as if it would take the pain away. Since the call... Just saying those words hurts just as much as saying them in my head. If not more...

- I'm sorry to hear that, he apologizes sincerely.

- Me too... Thanks... But that's not it, I thank him with a sad tone before lightly sniffling. After receiving my mom's call to tell me this awful news, I went to work today because I couldn't stay home. I needed to get my mind busy and to... Not think about the incident, I confess as I feel a new tear rolling down my cheek. My uncle and I were close, you know? He kind of raised me with my mom since my dad left her when she told him about me, I admit to the boy. I watch Phil frowning as he discovers a part of my life that I don't usually bring up. Why am I telling him all of this? It's not like he cares anyway... Does he? Anyway, to continue this unpleasant day, I had the pleasure to meet very unpleasant and rude customers all day long. Like this one call wasn't enough already... One of the customers said that they didn't want me as their waitress because I've got curves, some others telling me I was too long when in reality I just walked away from their table, a couple literally told me I gave them the wrong command and threw their drinks at me, and another one insulted me because there wasn't anymore sandwich like he wanted, I tell him all of this in just one single breath. Yet, you could hear how tired and hurt I am right now. I guess the death of my uncle adding this unnecessary crap was just too much at once. And to add more, my boss is cutting half my pay off because I accidentally broke a cup... A damn cup! Can this day get any worse? I finish to say as I look away, letting a heavy and shaky sight out as another tear rolls down my face. My hand is still over my heart as if I am protecting it all while trying to reject all negative emotions. Suddenly, two fingers softly come grabbing my chin and force me to lift my head up.

- Your boss is a dick, MC. Always have been, always will be, he tells me, the sound of those words sounding familiar. How many times did he already say this to me? I stopped counting... But I should listen, he is right. And f**k those customers. They're not happy? Tell them to go to another restaurant, he responds seriously. His deep voice sounds so calm despite the upset look he has on his face. Am I upsetting him or is he upset because of what happened to me today?

- Right, I kind of need to keep my job despite everything. But you can go tell them that, I respond with a small scoff, yet, trying to use sarcasm.

- Sure, give me names and faces and I'll find them, he replies playfully, yet a point of seriousness heard in his voice. I smile to his answer, appreciating his concern and protectiveness. Though, I never thought it would ever happen one day. Phil is... Not the last person I'd go to to talk but definitely not the first one either... Usually. I look away again and lightly sniffle. Phil wipes some of my tears away. His hands are so soft... It's weird. I've never seen you cry before, he whispers. I look back up at him, watching him slightly frowning. That's true... Not sure a lot of people saw me crying before either... Not even Jessy. I weakly nod before shrugging.

- How does it feel to watch a girl crying in front of you? I reply slightly playfully. Jessy's brother grabs something on the other side of the counter before handing it to me. Tissues... I take them from his hand, thanking him.

- It's painful. When it's you... It's different... Painful, he responds, taking his cigarette again. Oh... I wasn't waiting for an answer like this one. I was waiting for him to say "Can you just stop thinking for a moment?" Or "Stop crying over so little"... But none of that. I watch Phil blowing some smoke, making sure it doesn't go in my face.

- Is the womanizer Phillip Hawkins starting to be an emotional guy? I question him with a playful tone, cracking a smile. I think it's the first time today that I cracked a smile. A real one, I mean.

- No, he's the same dick, he answers, shaking his head left to right while chuckling. Oh... Of course. That would have been too surreal. I'm not going to lie, Phil is a good looking guy. His long hair, his tattoos looking so cool, his piercing, the way he dresses, his voice,... Just the way he is is attractive. The sound of his chuckle runs through my body.

- He admits it, I reply as I feel myself smiling more and more as the tears are coming to a stop. Prove it, I tell him with a daring tone. Phil leans against the counter, smirking.

- Wanna stay with me, tonight? At my place. The bed is comfy and big enough for us two, he proposes seriously to me, a point of flirt in his voice. I know he is being serious. I can hear it in his voice. And that look of his... I know girls don't refuse him generally. But I'm not them. And I don't want to end up in his bed just for one night and then nothing. That's not me... That's not who I am. That's not what I want. He can be incredibly good looking and just be his amazing self, I'll still refuse.

- I don't do one night stands, Phil, I remind him seriously.

- I know... He replies, a slight hidden note of his tone telling me he is disappointed. It's no secret that Phil has been liking me for a while. He has tried to ask me a few times before but I declined them all for... Obvious reasons. Let's do two then, he suddenly says, half joking, half serious.

- Phil! I exclaim as I chuckle.

- It's okay. I'll accept even three nights. Or more. I won't mind, Gorgeous, he continues to say, but I can tell he is joking this time. I softly laugh while shaking my head. There's that smile I love, he states, sounding satisfied with himself for making me smile. Honestly, Gorgeous, don't mind those idiots. Don't let them get to you, he advises me seriously as he finishes his whiskey.

- I don't usually. But I thought going to work was going to help me forget that awful news for a moment. I went there hoping to clear my head. I guess it was just too much today and I needed to break. Sorry it had to be you watching me like this, I answer and apologize to the boy as I take a sip of my drink. Ugh... It's the last time I take Whiskey... I lightly grimace and put the glass down.

- I'm not. If you ever have a bad day again and feel the need to talk, don't hesitate knocking on my door. Even if it's closed. It's always open for you, he tells me seriously and sincerely. Honestly, I haven't met that guy before... Where's the Phil I know?

- Thanks, Phil, I thank him before stepping down the stool. I step up twice and take him in my arms. The man envelops me back in a warm embrace, running softly his hand on my back. I pull my head away and place a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. And before you think of anything spicy, that kiss on the cheek is the farthest you'll ever have, I rapidly tell him, a point of warning in my voice, yet, using a playful tone.

- You're definitely killing me with kindness, MC. My poor heart pays dearly, he tells me with a frustrated tone before I watch him taking my glass of Whiskey. Oh... He winks and takes a sip from it. Oh yeah, drink that thing... I don't like it anyway. And I think he noticed it...

- Moh, maybe one of those girls coming here could put a bandage on it to heal it, I say with some sarcasm, yet, with some dislike heard into it. I always hated that those girls could "help" him... I mean, what do they have? What does he see in them? Before anything said, no, I'm not jealous... I just don't like him with other girls...

- They could. But will it be worth it? He answers while nodding before taking his cigarette and blowing so smoke away.

- You tell me. You're the one who can't resist "beautiful women", I reply to the man, stating his own words. Phil smiles and chuckles lightly to my comment.

- They can definitely help at a low point, he answers, agreeing. Right... Wait, at a low point?

- At a low point? What do you mean? I ask him with a confused tone.

- I can sleep with every woman that wants me. But, in the end, it will never mean anything like... Like when you're with me, he suddenly tells me, lowering his head lightly. His smile disappeared, showing seriousness. Did I hear him right? Did he just say those words? I stare at the man, confused and speechless. Me? Why...? Since when...? Ugh... He had a few drinks today, didn't he? Phil looks back up at me, but his eyes give a quick look at my lips.

- I'm sorry. I'm trying but... Are those words really coming from you or... Did you have any drinks before? I demand him seriously, yet, with a playful tone to keep a cool atmosphere. Arguing with him is the last thing I want. Phil cracks a smile but it doesn't stay long.

- I know I play a lot around with different girls. I know what you think of me. I'm a f**k boy. And I know I tried several times to get a night with you. But... It's not just a night that I want and you don't seem to see that, he replies, not denying who he is but also kind of reproaching me to not open my eyes about him. Well… How could I? If he doesn't tell me, I only see things the way I see them... I nod positively before looking down. Why do I feel a little sorry suddenly? I shouldn't... There's something different with you, MC. You're different. From all the others. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to dirty you. I don't want to play with you. I don't want to break you, he tells me gently and seriously. I slowly look back up at him and notice how close he is to me. Was he that close to me before? I can feel my heart beating like crazy down my chest. It's wrong... It feels right, but it's wrong. I know it...

- Phil... I gently whisper his name as I a look down again.

- I love you, MC, he interrupts me with his calm and deep voice. What...? I stare at him with wide eyes, surprised by the words I just heard. I didn't even know he knew how to say them… Especially while sounding sincere. He meant those words. I love you like I have never loved a woman before. And I'm not talking about loving the "pretty woman" that you are. No, I mean... He sighs. You're pretty. You're more than pretty. You're prettier than all of those girls and I am not talking just about the way you look. I just... Again, I hear Phil sighing. Despite the fast that he stays calm, I can sense some nervousness coming from him which is unusual. Phil is never nervous, especially around a woman. He is the exact opposite actually. He is pretty confident about himself. He talks easily, flirts easily… You're not a price I want to win or a pride to have f**ked in bed. You have this thing that the others don't have. You're special, he says with the same calm and slight nervous tone. Phil looks straight before him as he blows some smoke. Special... He noticed this little thing in me, which I didn't know I had…

- You really noticed that small thing in me? Because, honestly, I'm everything but special. I can assure you, I demand and tell him with a point of shiness. Wow... I didn't think I would have sounded so shy all of a sudden...

- I told you. I love you. And you know those words don't come out of my mouth easily. Actually, I don't think I ever said them to someone before, he replies seriously and gently before taking a last blow and putting out his cigarette. I stare at him, not really knowing how to react. I mean, of course it does make me feel something. There's... There are those butterflies flying in my belly. My heart is racing and my cheeks feel a little warm... Maybe a little more than a little, actually. I know I feel something for him. I can't deny it… But there's still things in the way...

- Honestly, I'm discovering another man right now. Why don't you show this side of yours to people? Pride? Male ego? I demand him with a small confused tone, yet curious.

- I am who I am, he simply answers.

- Mmh... Well, I like this Phil better, I answer him as I crack a smile. Phil looks at me and his serious face turns into a smiling one again.

- So, would you go out one night? Or during a lunch break? He proposes to me, hope heard in his voice. Oh... Well... I know your days are long and I work at night too so it'll be short but... He tells me gently, reminding us of our busy lives. Right, there's not a lot of moments where we can meet… But do I want to meet him like this? I mean, yes, I want to but… Do I want to get in something like this? In an uncertain relationship where I'll fear he goes to see someone else to distract himself from me? Despite this side of him, he is still Phil in the end...

- If you do this to only get me in your bed... I whisper, interrupting him. I hope it's not a plan of his to get me in his bed... That'll be the worst thing he could do... Especially as being my friend first...

- I do this to win your heart. As cheesy as it sounded... Nothing more, he tells me seriously, staring into my eyes. Speechless, I stare at him as well. For once in my life, I just want to do right. Especially with you… For you… Because of you... But it's only if you want to, he responds sincerely to me, looking serious. It's actually a little disturbing. Phil has always had respect for everyone, including me. He always respected that I didn't want a one time thing… What changed?

- I don't know, I whisper, confused by the situation. It's not that I don't want to be with him nor that I don't like him. On the contrary. I love Phil. But... There's few things in the way...

- Because of my past with women? He asks me, sounding really confused that I won't accept. I'm certainly the only woman telling him "no". Especially after a few tries.

- Yes... And because of my insecure self. Look at you and look at me. You own an amazing bar, I work as a waitress with a crappy boss. You look cool and get well and easily along with people, I look like that discreet and shy girl who is nothing more than being awkward. And you're my best friend's brother. And there's the age gap, which is the least that bothers me, I tell him everything that I thought on why I don't say "yes" to him. I mean... I think he can understand where I'm coming from. I hope... I don't want to lose a friend, in a way, just because of that...

- You're perfect the way you are, MC. Nobody will take that thought out of my mind, he states seriously. I notice how his eyes are alternating from my own to my lips. They keep going up and down. He seems eager...

- Right... You said it, not me, I say with a disbelieving tone, yet a playful one while I giggle. A small smile comes on my face which keeps growing more and more. I'm not going to lie, but hearing him saying those words do something inside me.

- And I believe it, he says while nodding. He does... I stare at him for a moment, the two of us plunge into a deep silence. It's not awkward... It's intense, but not awkward. I'm just so not confident with myself. What if he is playing me? And what if he is not? Ugh… I should let go sometimes... Really... I could open doors I didn't even think I had the key of.

- Tomorrow. Meet me for lunch if you're free. We can start there to see how it goes, I propose to the man which, I notice, makes him smile instantly.

- Is it a date? He asks with a smirk. Well...

- I'm not sure... Maybe... We'll see, I reply unsure, yet, smirking back at him. Yes, I'm entering his game easily... Was it right? Though, we could hear this point of shyness in my voice.

- Will I get to finally kiss you? He then asks, slowly getting even more closer to me. Oh... I can feel my heart racing a little more, hearing it beat in my ears. He's making me so nervous… Kiss me… Is that all he wants?

- Phil... I whisper his name, annoyed, as I lightly title my head on the side.

- What? I showed you a part of me, doesn't mean the other one is gone, he answers with a not so innocent tone, still smirking at me. I keep staring at him a little annoyed despite the amused smile on my face. Alright, just lunch, he says, agreeing. I nod back positively. And a hug? He rapidly asks.

- A hug? I ask, surprised and confused. Phil winks at me. I can see he is waiting for an actual answer. Oh well... Sure. Whatever. I've got to go home. It's getting late, I agree before standing up from the stool. I didn't think but, when I stood up, my face got so close to his. At this moment, when my eyes met his, it was as if the time had stopped for a second. Slow motion. It was like I couldn't remember what reality looked like. I feel my cheeks starting to burn before I look down to hide my certainly blushing face from him. Why did I have to happen to have a crush on him? Why him? Why does he make me feel this way? I clear my throat quietly and start walking towards the door.

- Be careful on your way home. Tell me once you're there, he tells me as he follows me behind.

- I will, I reply. I was about to open the door when his hand grabbed the handle first. My fingers brushed his. I retrieve my hand and let him open the door for me. Still with my cheek lightly burning from previously, I manage to cross sight with his eyes and smile at him. Thanks for the night, the drink, holding me when I cried, and for listening to me, Phil, I thank him sincerely as I weakly nod to the man.

- You're very welcome, Gorgeous, he responds with his deep and calm voice while smiling back at him. That damn smile... Goodnight, MC, he wishes me softly.

- Goodnight, Phil, I wish him back. The two of us exchange one last look and smile before I walk out of his bar. I put my hands in my pockets and walk home.

I'm not sure what exactly happened there... I went to the bar to have a drink to relax and take my mind off and I ended up with Phil holding me when I broke down and accepting to have lunch together. Will it be a date? Will it actually go somewhere? Was he being serious? So many questions burning my mind... I will see how tomorrow goes. I'll have so much to do tomorrow, anyway... Mom is certainly going to call me for the funerals, my work is going to be tiring as always, and the lunch with Phil... I wonder what Jessy will say if she knew that her brother and I are going on a... Lunch? Date? Whatever it's called... Will she be okay with... What we're doing? Will she mind if I go out with her brother? Ugh, why do I already think of things like this? I'm not there yet... Anyway... I think I just need some sleep right now, nothing more. If I manage to actually fall asleep once I'll be home and in my bed… It promises to be a long night...

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“So that’s how you want to play this, love?" | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey My Lovelies! I hope all is well today! I received a request ages ago from @activist-af to do something like this, as you will read below. I honestly aimed to fit the movie night theme in there but it was swallowed up pretty fast! I only meant for this fic to be 3000 or so words but, as it always seems to do, it got away from me.I truly hope that you enjoy this, you've given me an unwavering amount of support these past few months while I was battling a major bout of depression and writers block. I can't repay all the kindness and love you've given me but I hope this is a start! Much love darling! And much love to all of you lovelies! Please have a fantastic evening for me! <3

Please read before continuing: I usually wouldn't write this much before my story but I wanted to add this: this story is my first full blown smut. I'm honestly not sure how well it will go over but I tried to make it as loving and healing as I could. I take my writing very seriously. I know sex for many is a touchy subject, and that truly pains me. I sincerely hope every single one of you reading this feels all the love and saftey I tried to incorporate into this peace. I wish you an eternity of love and healing. Be safe my loves!

Request: "Could u do a mikaelson boys x reader? Any plot really, but I’d very much love it if it was a bit more Kol focused. there’s just such a lack of content for all three of them and I love your writing so much. If u need any plot point ideas maybe a movie night kinda thing? I really hold him a bit higher than the other boys. Or something similar to the fic with the Klaus + Eli being injured? Fluffy ending please, smut is fantastic too 🖤"

Description: Y/n is upset that the boys won't let her come on their mission with them, feeling isolated and useless. Kol is supposed to stay behind and watch out for her however things get heated after she tells him off.

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, mainly Kol and Elijah

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! This is a full blown smut, I honestly do not know how it happened, probably 4000/5000 words are pure sex scenes, also there's a bit of fighting/angst at the beginning of the first scene but it doesn't last

Word count: 5343 (I'm so sorry)

Tags: ANGST, SMUT (full on), FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the moodboard is :) )

“I really don’t see why you guys are leaving me behind, again,” you run an agitated hand through your hair, huffing indignantly at the two boys in front of you.

Yes, boys. Not men. If they aren't going to treat you like the full grown woman you are then no way in hell are you going to give them any validation either. Even in your head.

“It’s too dangerous,” Elijah’s chocolate eyes are stern, his hands clenching at his sides, “I can’t risk the witches doing anything to you as a way to get to us. You’re too important.”

Your chest warms slightly at his words but it isn’t enough to break down your resolve. Three hundred years under your belt; they’re going to need to do better than that if they want to keep you away. There are only so many times you can stay away from a fight, only so many times you can watch them come home hurt knowing that if you had gone with them then maybe you could have prevented it. You’re a family and you’re tired of feeling like you aren’t pulling your weight.

You narrow your eyes at the tall boy, still not man, trying to peer through all the red you’re seeing, “I’m not a child, Elijah.”

He stares right back, not backing down, his face cut like marble, unwavering. Beautiful but harsh. Stone. He wears a white shirt, the first button popped and the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His veins are prominent and tempting. Elijah means business. You swallow the lump in your throat, pushing away the heat growing in your stomach.

“Love, trust me, we know you aren't a child. Any other time I would gladly rip you upstairs and prove it. Right now, though, I agree with him. You’re staying here,” Klaus’ softer voice pulls your attention from your staring match with the eldest Mikaelson.

He has a leather jacket on, the material clinging tight to his arms, ready to burst. He’s smiling but it doesn’t reach his crystal eyes. He folds his arms neatly in front of him. He’s not going to budge either.

You scoff at him, shaking your head, “I want to come, Klaus. I need to.”

A new voice joins the three of you in the foyer, “I can make that happen, darling, but you’ve got to stay home with me if you want that.”

You don't even need to turn around to hear the smirk on Kol’s voice but you do anyway, meeting the youngest Mikaelson face to face. He has a grin on his lips, one that, in any other situation, would have you weak in the knees. He has a sweatshirt on and a pair of sleep shorts. He’s on babysitting duty, he doesn’t need anything else. You only roll your eyes at him before facing Elijah once more.

“I’m part of this family, too, you know. It should be my choice,” you have to will your voice not to crack, keeping your tone as low and as steady as you can, “I’m not useless, Elijah, as much as you’d obviously disagree.”

You rub your hands over your bare arms, fending off a sudden chill. You feel like there’s ice coursing through your veins. A traitorous tear tracks down your cheek but you make no move to get it. Elijah’s hardened face softens when he notices.

“Baby, come on,” he reaches to grab you but you step back, not allowing him to touch you.

He can’t do that, make the decisions for you. Maybe if you were still human it would be called for but now it’s not. Sure, you aren't a millennium like they are but you’re not a piece of glass either. You’re strong, whether they want to acknowledge it or not.

“Don’t, Elijah,” you back away further, your cheeks drenched but your eyes fierce, “I’ll see you guys in a few days. Be safe.”

You turn and walk away, ignoring all three brothers as they call out to you, heading up to your room before any of them decide to follow you. You close the door, not slamming it but not exactly shutting it gently either. You can hear Elijah sigh from the front hall and you know he’s tugging on his hair. Klaus swears, his frustrated voice floating up to your ears. More tears fall but you brush them away angrily, lifting a pillow from your bed and screaming into it. No doubt they can hear it but, right now, you couldn't care less. The front door shuts and your heart plummets.

You sit on the edge of your bed, gripping your dark comforter tightly. Usually you like being the one they take care of. You like being held, how small they make you feel. Right now, though, it’s too much.

A soft knock draws your attention to the door, Kol’s careful voice cutting through the wood, “darling?”

“Leave me alone, Kol,” you try your best to make your words harsh but you only sound tired.

“Not likely, love,” he presses, “you know I can go all night, now it’s up to you what that means.”

Your cheeks flush and, as if he can see you through the door, he chuckles. The sound echos through your chest, stirring the remains of anger and frustration and mixing them with something hot and untamed. You pull the door open, coming face to face with the smirking Mikaelson.

“Sorry you landed with babysitting duty, Kol, but I’ve kept myself alive for three hundred years now and I’m pretty sure I can handle two more days on my own. Why don’t you go help Elijah and Klaus, yeah? Seeing as you are the only three who can actually do any good. I’m clearly not strong enough to do anything so I’ll just sit here and look pretty and do absolutely nothing at all because I’m useless. Okay?”

With that you close the door in his face. Well, you try to but he wedges his body in the way so you can’t shut him out. Whatever smile had previously been on his face is long gone and in its place sits a deep frown. His brown eyes ice over slightly and he stands taller than he did mere seconds ago. You can feel a switch in the atmosphere and suddenly you’re face to face. You honestly can’t tell which one of you is more pissed off.

“So that’s how you want to play this, love,” he pushes closer to you, “you want to get angry, yeah? Alright darling, I can do that.”

You open your mouth to protest but before any profanities can fly out his lips are on yours, fierce and strong. He uses his foot to kick the door closed, slamming it into place. It’s done merely for effect. No one is home but the two of you. He spins you around aggressively, pushing you roughly against the hardwood. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, no doubt drawing blood. As if on cue a copper taste fills your mouth, drowning your senses in red. This time, though, the anger is mixed with a wicked kind of lust.

Your hands find his hair without your permission, tugging harshly at the roots. He groans into your mouth, a sound that makes you want to slap him across the face and wrap your legs around him all the same. His hand snakes around your waist, squeezing your hip with a fervour that will no doubt leave bruises that will take longer than usual to heal. He pushes against you, every single part of him rock hard.

“God fucking damnit, Kol,” his lips find your throat with painful ease, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth in a way thats just this side of painful over pleasurable.

Right now, though, you crave every bit of pain that Kol lays on you. In a sick way you’re proving that you can take it. That you’re strong enough to do the things that they do. Another flash of red floods your vision when you think of the other two Mikaelson's who refused to let you help. You drag one of your hands down Kol’s back, scratching hard enough for him hiss against your neck.

He jerks away from you quickly, only long enough to rip the sweatshirt over his head before he attacks your neck again. He sinks his teeth in at the same moment he rips your tank top in half, lulling you into that sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, hate and lust once more. His shoulders are deliciously toned under your searching fingers and this time when you drag your nails down his back you know you draw blood. Serves him right anyway.

“Fuck, baby,” he wraps a hand around both of your wrists, pinning your hands above your head, “that kinda hurt.”

You want to claw the smirk off of his face. Or kiss it. You can’t quite decide. His other hand is slowly sliding up your back, inching towards the clasp of your bra. His eyes burn into yours, the inferno behind them nothing less than intense. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears so loud it’s almost hypnotic when combined with the tantalizing draw of his hand. It lulls you into a false sense of security, your eyelids heavy in anticipation. He stops moving when his fingers are about to undo the hooks.

He pushes his hips closer to yours, locking you between his body and the door. His stomach is hot against yours and cut like marble. Your fingers itch to feel every bump and dip with agonizing intricacy. Every inch of your skin is alight, every hair raised waiting for anything to happen. You can feel every breath he takes as if it’s your own, your covered breasts just barely grazing him with each rise and fall of his chest. It’s delicious torture.

“Before we go any further here, I need to know what you want. Do you want some quick fuck that’s going to leave you more angry when it’s done?” He rolls his hips against yours, sending sparks flying through your body at the first real touch you’ve had tonight, “or do you want me to make love to you like you know I can. And make all these terrible feelings go away. It’s your choice, darling?”

His words tangle and knot in the pit of your stomach, weaving through the white hot hatred that had been building in your stomach until it explodes. They hit you right at the source like missiles aimed with the utmost precision to destroy every bit of anger left in you. Tears prickle at the edge of your vision, your senses overloaded from the sudden loss of your fury. All that’s left in its wake is this gut wrenching feeling of not being good enough. It’s the original problem and he just effortlessly broke through to it.

“I,” you tug your bruised lip between your teeth, if only to keep it still, “make it go away, Kol. Please.”

“That’s all I want to do, darling.”

He releases your wrists, opting instead to haul your body into his arms and slamming his lips against yours once more. You waste no time running your freed fingers down his sculpted chest, admiring the way his muscles tense as he holds you up. You push yourself as close to his body as you can get, wrapping your legs around his taught stomach and clinging on for dear life. He kisses you slowly, as if drawing all the negative energy out of your body with his lips.

He walks the two of you backwards towards your bed, sitting on the edge, leaving you straddling his hips in the most delicious way. You push your hips to bring you closer together, wanting to feel every part of him that you can. He meets every movement with his own energy, wrapping an arm around you back to keep you pressed against him. Your body is warming up once more in his arms.

He pulls his lips from yours reluctantly, his hand snaking back to the clasp on your back, “this needs to go.”

You shiver at the light touch of his fingertips on your spine, arching with the click of the hooks coming undone. He pulls the lace from your chest slowly, his thumbs grazing down your arms, memorizing every inch of skin he can get his hands on. His eyes meet yours again and he drops the fabric on the ground next to your bed. His hands, now resting on your hips, trail fire up your stomach as they trace their way over your ribs.

“Kol, please,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, reveling in the warmth of his chest so close to your own, “I need you.”

There’s a glint in his eye again but this time you don’t want to slap him. No this time you want him to do heavenly things to every part of you. You want him to take the last remains of this awful feeling and snuff it out with his mouth. His hands finally crest the remainder of your ribcage, his thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts with tantalizingly careful circles. Tears sting your vision again from all the pent up energy inside of you.

“What shall I do, darling,” his thumbs draw along the sides of your breasts, stoking the untameable fire in the pit of your stomach once more, “tell me how you want me to touch you.”

His fingers dance closer to their target, each stroke driving your brain further into it’s Kol induced frenzy. All you can see, all you can hear, all you can smell is the boy in front of you.

“Kol,” his name falls from your lips in a desperate moan, “please just do something, god.”

He chuckles, a sound that flows like honey and wraps around every inch of you like silk. His eyes sear into your own, daring you to break his stare but you don’t. You can’t

“Well I could do this.”

His thumbs roll over your hardened nipples, as if to punctuate his words, and you see stars. You don’t even try to stop the moans that tumble from your lips, turning to clay in his hands. You give him free reign to mould your body in any way he desires, as long as hands never leave your skin. He pinches each bud between his fingers gently, pulling more praises from deep within you. His eyes never leave your face, drinking in each expression with unashamed greed.

“Or maybe I could do this.”

You know what’s coming when he leans forward, It’s quite clear what his intentions are. However, what you aren’t expecting is for the first gentle nip to send you so violently crashing over the edge that you have to squeeze your thighs around him to avoid falling off the bed. He doesn’t stop when you cry out and you don't want him to. Every swirl of his tongue around your nipple sends you spiraling further into the sweet oblivion he’s created just for you. He rocks his hips against yours while his mouth assaults you, pressing the delicious hardness against you while you fall apart.

He detaches his lips from your lips when you start to come down from your high, kissing his way up your sternum, over your collar bone, before settling on your throat.

“So beautiful darling,” he pulls your skin into his mouth as if he didn't just get enough just moments ago, “so damn beautiful.”

You press down on his hard length again, pulling a groan from deep within his chest, “I want all of you, Kol. Please.”

That's all the encouragement he needs to flip the two of you over and lay you on your back. He kneels between your legs, hooking his thumbs in your plaid sleep shorts and pulling them off much faster than he had down with your bra. He’s more than warmed up now, something that excites you to no end. You’re left laying in a pair of black lace panties that match the bra on your floor.

Kol’s eyes go dark at the sight, a growl that hardens your nipples again rumbling through the air. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling the lace off of you once more and adding it to the growing pile of clothes. He kisses the junction of your thigh next, sending electricity rippling through your body. It restarts the heat once more and the familiar wildfire rips through your abdomen. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to stand many more orgasms if each one is to be like the first.

“Please just make love to me, Kol, I need to feel you.”

He lifts his head from your thighs, a sight that you will never grow tired of, and his eyes set ablaze, “I was made for nothing more.”

Your heart flutters rapidly in your chest, a warmth spreading like butter over your bones. He kicks his own shorts and boxers off quickly, moving back up your body to rest between your legs. You drink in the heat radiating off his body, allowing it to soothe the remaining ache leftover from your small throw down. His one hand slips under your head, lacing through your hair gently. The other reaches between you, lining himself up against your opening. The slightest touch of him against you is enough to have you mewling his name already.

He teases you slightly, taking his sweet time before pushing in. The first thrust is pure magic, filling you in the way that only Kol can. Each of you boys feel different. Kol lights every one of your nerves on fire with his slow movements. He makes you feel every deliberate movement. He makes you know that every circle of his hips, every time he joins you together is done to perfection exactly how he intends. Kol makes you aware of your entire body and just how much control he has over it.

He pulls back slowly before thrusting back inside of you hard enough to rock your bed into the wall. You clench around him without warning, pulling your name from his lips with mouthwatering ease and sending small shocks through your lower half.

“Christ, baby,” he rocks his hips deeper into yours, burying himself all the way inside you, “how are you so close again already.”

You giggle quietly from underneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips and rolling your own to meet his thrusts. Your hands glide over his shoulders, soothing the scratches you left earlier. You draw his face to your own, pulling his lips down to graze yours. You want him to feel every word you say.

“Don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing,” the end of your sentence is blurred with unrelenting moans.

His hand grabs your leg, pushing your knee to your chest before pushing you into the mattress with a world altering thrust, “you’re right darling, I just like to hear you say it.”

He closes the gap between your lips with another shattering push, your walls clenching harder than before around him again. You swallow each moan that slips from his mouth and into yours. His nutmeg scent clings to you and you know it will take days to scrub him off of you, not that you want to. You could very well spend the next century wrapped up in Kol in every single way possible.

He picks up the pace, slamming into you with controlled ease. Your hands lace through his hair, keeping him as close to you as possible. Your senses are overwhelmingly heightened, allowing you to feel every damned inch of him. You’re in serious danger of falling apart. The fiery ball in your stomach is at its peak once more. When he pulls your lip between his teeth, and you taste the crimson, it explodes.

This time you don't just see stars, you see the sun and the moon and every planet in the solar system. He continues to move in and out of you, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm as he rides his own out. You cling to him with everything you have, refusing to breathe anything but Kol. Everything in this moment is about him and the way he makes you feel. Nothing else matters anymore. Perhaps nothing even mattered before. All there is, all there has ever been, is this one moment.

When you finally land back on earth, he slowly pulls out of you, giving you one last taste of electricity before drawing you to lay on his chest. Your ears ring from the energy you just exerted at Kol’s mercy, your skin deliciously sticky against his own. You're completely and undeniably spent.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you go to speak, “Kol.”

You feel the sharp inhale he takes rather than hear it. Before you can blink the fresh wave of tears away he’s flipped you around, laying between your legs again and propped up on his elbows. His face is pure concern, his eyebrows creased together in a way that makes you want to smooth every harsh line away. It makes you cry that much harder.

“Darling, talk to me,” he runs a soothing hand down your thigh, pulling you close to him, “what’s wrong baby?”

The tears pour faster at the gentle tone in his voice, drawing an answer to the surface before you even process what you’re saying, “Do they think I’m useless? Do you?”

Your voice is shattered, all the emotions from today coming together in yet another crescendo. You can hear your blood rushing through your ears, drowning out the sounds around you. It’s probably the reason you miss the footsteps pounding up the stairs. You can feel Kol’s soft caresses but just barely. The only thing registering in your mind is the feeling of being completely and utterly weak. Why do they keep you around if you can’t even hold your own?

“God’s no, never. Not even a little bit,” just as Kol speaks, the door opens.

Well, the door slams open, hitting the wall with a crack that echoes through the large house. Kol isn’t startled. He should be but he doesn’t even flinch at the bang. You, on the other hand, tense underneath him, the pounding in your ears still as intense as before. A woodsy scent flows through the now open doorway, pine mingling with your already nutty skin. The pieces start clicking together, albeit at a slower pace than you like.

You’re almost certain you know who’s in the doorway but you look anyway to make sure, “Elijah.”

His name is a whisper and it gets lost under Elijah's own words, his dark eyes searing into yours, “Kol, do you mind giving us a moment?”

Kol glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. You plead with him to stay but this is Kol, he’s your hell-raiser. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before he stands, still completely naked, and walks out of the room.

He pauses on the other side of the door, settling a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “careful brother, she scratches.”

Elijah shuts the door when he leaves, much gentler than he had been when opening. Your boys, always the ones for theatrics. He leans against the frame, folding his arms over his chest. You stand from the bed, trying to meet his height but failing. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand but it doesn’t do much to clear the droplets. He tracks your every movement with a fire raging behind his chocolate eyes. You’re painfully aware of how much of your skin is on display for him; that is, all of it.

“What,” you pause when your voice cracks, stealing a moment to compose yourself, “what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be off saving the day.”

He pushes off the door, taking a few steps towards you. You can see he's fighting back a lot of primal instincts. He's as affected by your lack of clothes as you are. His eyes shift rapidly between his usual brown and a deeper coal colour. Despite the situation, you can’t help the heat seeping from between your thighs. He stops a few feet in front of you. There’s no way he can’t smell you right now.

“I was needed elsewhere,” his eyes dip down momentarily, his jaw clenching, “by someone infinitely more important.”

You watch him squeeze his fists together, forcing his eyes to remain on yours. The determination in them is unwavering and fierce. He takes another step towards you.

“It seemed important a few hours ago,” you drop your eyes to your feet, breaking his stare.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him and, in turn, igniting your body, “I assure you it was not nearly as important as making sure that you’re ok.”

Your throat tightens, aching with the promise of even more tears. You wish you could just stop. You’re not afraid to cry but usually you can control it. Right now you can’t. Everything has been building, every little insecurity has pooled, and today was the chip in the damn needed to make the whole thing collapse. It’s too much.

“I’m not,” you wrap your arms tight around yourself, gripping your arms with bruising strength to try and hold back the tremors, “ I am not okay Eli. I feel so helpless. Everytime you come home bleeding and exhausted and where am I?” You run a trembling hand through your mussed hair, yanking at the roots, “Here. Always just here, useless, letting you and Klaus and Kol take it all for me. Am I really that weak? That I’m just extra collateral damage to worry about? What is it, Elijah?”

The words pour from you, each one making him flinch like he’s being hit by an invisible enemy. Every syllable is a bullet to his chest. His body tenses further, his eyes no longer holding any trace of their usual warm brown. Instead they're pitch black, the veins under his eyes a deep plum. The veins in his arms pop as well, his fists iron tight. He curses under his breath when you finish. His voice is gravelly and scrapes the deepest pit of your soul.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, whatever resolve he had been clinging to snaps. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his strong hands around your hips and lifting you against him, giving you a second to wrap your bare legs around his clothed hips.

“Elijah, what are you doing?” You cling to his chest, trying to avoid tumbling out of his arms when he begins walking you towards your bed once more.

He doesn't answer your question, laying you down against your ruffled comforter, “You aren’t collateral damage, baby.”

His voice is the lowest you’ve ever heard it, emanating from somewhere deep inside him. He opens the first few buttons of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before making it even halfway down his chest. He drops it, much like he Kol had not long before, next to your bed. Kicking off his shoes, he kneels on the bed, coming to rest between your thighs. The heat emanating from you is now a furnace and it in no way goes unnoticed by him. His dark eyes swim across your naked body, drinking in every inch.

“Eli-” whatever you’re going to say is obliterated when he leans down and attaches his lips to the crook of your thigh, dangerously close to being exactly where you need him.

“You aren't weak,” he moves to your other thigh, nipping at the delicate skin and pulling unintelligible murmurs from your throat.

He kisses his way to your center, the anticipation growing like a knot in your stomach, begging to be unraveled once more. Even in the midst of falling apart you can’t get enough of these men. He lays a soft kiss against you, offering you the slightest glimpse of what you know his mouth can do. In the exact same way you had with Kol earlier, every part of you craves Elijah.

Your body arches willingly to meet the first swipe of his tongue, his name falling from your lips like a praise, “you aren't a burden to me, you beautiful creature.”

You cry out as he works his mouth expertly against you, his words humming ecstasy into your skin, melting away any trace of doubt in your mind. His arms wrap around your thighs, bringing you as close to his face as he can get you. The sight of him completely engulfed in your heat is almost enough alone to send you tumbling right there and then over the edge.

“You mean more to me than anything else on this fucking earth,” his dark eyes meet yours as he works you dangerously close to breaking before letting up once more, “and if I have to spend every hour for the next hundred years worshipping you to prove it then consider it done.”

He lowers his mouth against you harder, sucking your electrified warmth with renewed vigour. Your hands seek out his hair, tugging him against you and raising your hips to meet every pass of his tongue. The smell of pine trees and sex envelope you, brining you the closest yet to the kind of high only Elijah can draw from you. In this moment you’re nothing more than entirely his.

“I cannot lose you, baby,” he slips a few of his fingers inside you, “please let me protect you. I need to. Please.”

He curls his fingers just as the last syllable rolls off his tongue and into your core, shattering you into a million tiny pieces. Your hands fist his hair as your body clenches around his hand, pulling a delectable groan from his lips. Your third orgasm almost puts you to sleep on the spot, each of your muscles completely exhausted. Elijah watches you come undone the entire way through, nothing less than reverent awe locked on his face.

He wastes no time pulling your spent body into his arms, wrapping you as close to him as he can manage. You bury yourself against his neck, admiring how even the most unassuming parts of him have an undue amount of strength. He truly is your warrior.

“Eli,” you yawn into his chest, basking in the warmth of his skin, “I can protect myself.”

He tightens his arms around you, “I know you can, baby, but you shouldn't need to. I’ve been searching my entire life for a meaning. A thousand years of trying to be honorable. Then I found you and, all of a sudden, it all makes sense. All the searching and fighting and pain finally has a purpose: to protect you. Let me take it for you. Please.”

You’re speechless, there isn’t anything else to it. His words hit you with immense power, sinking into your skin and settling around your bones. You’re his, all of theirs, to watch over. You really didn't know he felt this strongly. You’ve always had to defend yourself. Perhaps you just aren't used to someone else being so willing to take on that task. Someone begging to take it.

He stands suddenly, with you still in his arms, and walks out of your room, starting down the hall. The faintest sound of rushing water fills your ears, lulling you into a welcome daze.

“Where are we going, Eli?” You have yet to open your eyes, stuck in the soft between being awake and falling asleep.

He kisses your forehead, resting his head on yours, “Niklaus said he wanted to take a bath, my love.”

#the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #the originals imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson smut #kol mikaelson smut #smut

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antigoneidk · 4 years

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"I hate you"|arvin russell

a/n: like the little slut that I am i couldn't help myself but think of this so here you are. I want to apologize for my smut experience I- also pics are not mine if you are the owner lmk so I can tag you!

warnings: smut, swearing( like what did you expect unicorns?)

I SUGGEST READING THIS(AND ANY KIND OF THOSE FAN FICS) WITH SEXUAL SONGS. It helps with setting the scene you know. Crazy in love(slowed version) could work in here lmao

Bottles of beers scattered all around the dining table, the floor, the couch both of them were sitting. The smell of burnt cigarettes filled the entire room, getting mixed with her cologne, complicated just like her. The four-grey under that lightning-walls representing his cold-hearted attitude, giving the feeling of loneliness and fright, the way he preferred treating people.

She wasn't the exception for him. She couldn't bring that loving boy to the surface. He did a really good job burying it deep down enough, so that nobody could break him, because he knew that the moment he would let himself break, it would have been over.

"Why did you do this?" her voice showed no emotion, her movements either. Her hand held her head as she turned to face him." I told you it wasn't necessary"

"He was driving me nuts" he kept staring at the wall across the room while he placed his cigarette on his lips. He could sense her fear from miles away, he could heat her thoughts through her mind clearly: He is a psycho.

"So you just decided to shoot him" she whispered now turning her attention to the gun next to her. She wasn't surprised anymore, it was what he had to do. Yes, she was scared. Shaking at the thought of him pointing his gun at her with no emotion, just pure evil. Yet she was sure that he would never do that, even if he wasn't going to admit it. Admit that y/n had the power to destroy him completely, leave him into pieces. Arvin was a 50/50 situation for her, he could've had her overthinking his actions for days, trying to figure out if he loved her or not.

Love, a word that no one has the perfect explanation for what it means. Everyone shows love in different ways.

For Arvin love meant that he had to kill, so he can save the ones around him. Eliminate the bad in seconds no matter the consequences. With the help of the devil his loved ones were safe.

For y/n love meant forgiveness. That even after everything she would have open arms for her loved ones, never re-thinking their motives but willing to help escape from their demons.

"I had what I had to do" it was his statement. With confidence he threw his cig down and pressed it with his foot for a few seconds.

"That's what you are always saying"

"It's the truth either you like it or not" he started to feeling bothered by her words. He didn't like talking that much and y/n was now a challenge he didn't have the power to accept.

"Yes" she stood up and walked over to his kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring it with water. The cold liquid ran through her upper body being the oxygen she needed at that moment helping her not losing her mind as if she was crazy.

She stared at him from across the room. The way his hair covered his face, the way his gun touched his jawline, the way his veins popped up, the way he positioned his body, legs open, torso relaxed, his one arm next to him few centimeters away. He looked smoking hot, however she was mad, selfish. And needy. "I fucking hate you" Arvin heard her words even though she mumbled those under her breath.

"Oh do you?" he asked curious.

"Yes I do. I have hated you since forever. You are a horrible person" she moved from where she stood and made her way in front of him, talking at a slow pace hoping she could be able to get her words inside his head, that he could react.

He smiled towards her.

"I fucking hate you" she repeated once again leaning her body to his, barely touching his lips and her eyes staring exactly at his dark brown ones. She shivered at the feeling of the gun in the middle of the throat cold as ice knowing damn well she could be dead any time soon.

Their lips touched finally. It was a kiss full of hunger, their tongues playing a game they loved to. She wanted to touch him, ran her hands all over his body, feel his skin, touch him, make him feel like never before.

He wanted to. He needed to have her all to him self, on the top of him fuck him just like she did. He wanted to taste her.

Arvin grabbed her waist and forced to sit on his lap, his member already hard from his imagination. With the gun still pointing at her he kept kissing her, slowly falling to her neck and sucking her skin with no mercy. She intertwined her fingers with his hair pulling them with strength at the same time she started to move her body up and down on him, moving her hips a little more just to tease him, her breasts on his chest helping her with achieve her goal.

She felt the icy thing pushing her even more. "Stop teasing me or else I'll shoot you" his gravelly voice came to her ears and she smiled at her self without stopping. She enjoyed the feeling down there, of her pussy rubbing to his trousers, tight around him and his suck game that would've had her cumming in seconds.

He threw her body to the other side of the couch and got on the top of her, his arm grabbing both of hers and the other one pressing down at her area with his gun."Why aren't you listening to what I'm saying?" he pressed even harder. "It is not about you"

"I don't think so"she smirked"You are the one who's on top asshole"

She felt the gun making circles at her underwear, on the top of her clit teasing her. He wanted to hear her say it out loud. Say that she needed him, she needed him to please her, that he was the only one that knew how, that made her cum in seconds.

He left the gun to his side. With what it seemed like forever he kissed her lips quick and moved himself lower at her breasts, her nipples showing of her shirt that hugged her body perfectly, especially this area. With rush moves he lifted up biting his lips at the view in front of him. He licked all around her right nipple without touching it, growing y/n impatient.

"Just lick it already" she breathed out anticipating the feeling. He heard his laugh moments before her eyes rolled back, her upper body lifting and her nails dragging his skin of his hand.

He suddenly let her go of his hand and placing it on her area that was soaking like never before. He moaned at the sensation of his fingers inside of her, the hearing of her moans in this quiet room. He couldn't wait to fuck the hell out of her.

She pushed him back getting the strength to lay him down, turning the roles. Yes she wanted keep continue with what he was doing, however she knew deep down that this is not what he wanted and all she needed was to please him, more than ever.

"I'll fuck you today" she announced to him pulling his shirt off of his head. Her hands traveled to his hands, his veins turning her on, her clit twitching. Her tongue made a path of wet kisses with a lot of sucking in between, his abs being her most favourite part of him.

She took of both of their pants exposing the two of them. She touched him for a while her eyes scanning his face as he stared back at her. Then she touched her self for seconds, closing her eyes and imagining his fingers doing all the work.

He noticed how her face seemed relaxed, how her breasts were exposed, how her fingers moved inside her, how bad he needed her.

She pressed her wet fingers onto his mouth as she positioned her self and finally feeling him inside her. And then she went up and down, his tongue licking her warm fingers, his eyes rolled back, the need for more.

Arvin moved himself up connecting their lips, his hands on her waist keeping the tempo just like he liked. She scratched his back, red makrs making their appearance. It wasn't long after both of them were cumming a few seconds away from one another.

He wouldn't tell this even to his self, but he freaking loved her and the idea of losing her could have drove him insane.

"I fucking hate you too"

#tom holland #arvin russell #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagines #tom holland x #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader

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boyy-wonder-grayson · 4 years

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Forever Yours

Summary: Dick and reader had a bad break up but things work out at the end.

Request: yes, thanks to @wintercapilson !!

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: lil angst but nothing bad, swearing and fluff.

Word count: 1807

A/n:hopefully this is as good as i think it is lmao. I really really liked the way this turned out! so feedback and rb’s are always welcomed :)

Based on prompts from this list!

*pics mine*

51. “He’s no good for you”

57. "Days without you are my reminder that there's something wrong"

58." I'm forever yours whether you have me or not"

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Dick watched as you laughed at something Brad said. He scoffed thinking what could have been so funny that had you laughing that hard. He drowned the rest of his whiskey before asking the bartender for a refill; he knew he was staring too much, but it was impossible for him to look away when you were having a good time in someone else's arms. He knew he shouldn't be upset about it, after all it was his fault that you two were no longer together, and boy he regretted that every single day.

"You're staring" Donna said sitting in the stool next to his best friend. She asked for another beer while awaiting Dick's answer. She thanked the bartender and took a sip of the beer while rolling her eyes. "You know, it's getting kind of creepy."

"Shut up" Dick said not tearing his gaze from the happy -disgusting- couple.

"You do know she still loves you right? But at least she had the guts so move on, unlike someone else" Donna mumbled the last part but loud enough for him to hear.

"Look, Donna. I love you, you're my best friend,but shut up.i know I fucked up okay? I know" Dick said drinking the whiskey, liking the burning sensation the liquid left on his throat. "And I know i don't deserve her, or her forgiveness. But seriously, that guy?" He asked looking back at how Brad.

"You really are stupid aren't you?" Donna asked in a serious tone.

Dick looked back at her not understanding what she's trying to convey.

"Jesus Christ, I mean what can I expect you're a man after all" she mocked him "do you really think that Y/n Is not waiting for you to make another move? Yes, she's with Brad now but it's because you're not with her! She loves you and even though you screw your chances with her, she's still waiting for you to come back. How blind you have to be not to see that?" Donna got up and went back to the group of friends that, unlike Dick, was actually having a good time.

Dick was astonished to hear her friend say that. He actually thought that after what he did, Y/n would hate him. But hearing Donna say that gave him hope. He couldn't stand seeing the girl he loved being touched and loved by someone else. He needed to do something. All the alcohol he consumed was not helping him think straight so instead of waiting to sober up a little he went looking for his girl.

Y/n was glued to Brad's side when Dick approached the group stumbling his way to the group, bumping into anyone that stood on his way to get you. When he finally reached the table he smile at Y/n which looked at him with confusion in her eyes.

"Heyy Y/n can I talk to you?" He slurred his words a little bit "in private" he added the last part quickly.

"Umm, sure" the girl said getting out of Brad's grip and followed the dark haired boy outside.

She rubbed her arms trying to preserve the heat from leaving her body, but San Francisco nights were cold as ice. They stood outside for a few minutes in silence before Dick spat the words to her.

"He's no good for you,you know?"

"What?" Y/n asked unsure of what he had said.

"Bryan, he's not good for you. You deserve better" he said not looking at her.

"It's Brad, and what do you know what's good for me?" Y/n scoffed. She was tired of Dick's entitlement.

"Because I know you Y/n! And I know you'd never go for someone like Brad" Dick answered quickly. "I know you're only doing this to make me jealous!"

Y/n laughed bitterly, trying to control herself, she really wanted to punch Dick, "Wow, so everything is always about you Grayson huh?"

"That's not what I meant" the boy tried to get closer to her buck she took a step back instead getting away from him.

"No, that's exactly what you mean. Drunk minds speak sober thoughts and all that bullshit right?" Y/n turned around to go back inside the bar, she stopped in her tracks without looking at Dick "Go home Dick, get some sleep and then maybe we can talk."

Dick cursed under his breath, tugging at his hair. He knew he screw up yet another opportunity to talk with you about what happened; the alcohol running through his veins evaporated when he saw the look on your face after he said those words to you. He sobered up immediately and even though you didn't shut him down completely,he still feel so stupid for trying to get you back while intoxicated. He was going to have to wait till tomorrow when, hopefully, his head would be in the right place.

---

Dick woke up when he hear Donna's - loud - voice; he groaned in response and hissed when the light hit his half open eyes.

"Rise and shine sweetheart" Donna said in a sing-song voice. "Ready to fuck things up again with Y/n? Or did you manage to grow some balls overnight that would help you talk to her,you know, like a normal person?" She said smirking at the hungover boy.

"Fuck off" he said grabbing a pillow and hiding his face on it, only for the object to be taken away by none other than his best friend.

"Oh I will fuck off, when you go and apologize to her. Seriously what were you thinking Dick? As if things weren't bad enough you managed to make them even worst" she said sitting next to him.

"I know okay, I will talk to her. Just...give me some time" he replied rubbing his throbbing temple.

"Not gonna happen. You're going to take a shower, have some coffee and you gonna get your ass in line and go talk to her, you hear me? I'm sick and tired of seeing you mope around because you're 'oh so sad because you can't be with her'.

You need to go and fix this, now."

Donna was right and Dick knew this, but he was afraid that you may not be willing to give a relationship another shot, and that terrified him.

He followed his friends advice and within an hour he was ready,and determined to get you back.

---

Ever since her and Dick broke up, Y/n decided that it was best to get her own place. Living in the tower was easy and y/n really enjoyed it,but waking up every day to see your ex boyfriend was not something she looked forward too.

So she decided to look for a place not too far from the tower in case of an emergency.

She cleaning some dishes that were in the sink from the night before when she heard a knock on the door. She wiped her hands with a towel and went to open the door. When she saw it was Dick she moved aside so he could get inside and sighed preparing herself for yet another argument.

"I'm sorry" he said first not wanting to beat around the bush any longer. "I was drunk last night and I know that's not an excuse for what I said but I'm really sorry Y/n"

The girl looked at his appearance and noticed the bags under his eyes and how dull his eyes were;it was weird seeing him so defeated, she hated to see him like this.

"I know Dick, but we've been having this type of conversation for weeks now. And I- I'm just tired of it ending in a fight where one of us always gets hurt" she said looking down, finding the rug under her feet quite interesting.

Dick took a step forward and when she didn't backed away, he smiled a little.

"Look at me" he said softly, lifting her face with a finger under her chin, looking over at her glossy eyes. "You deserved better than this, than me" he said.

"Don't you think I have some say in that?" She asked him grabbing his hand and caressing it with her thumb. "I know you want the best for me now and back then too,but you were, you are what's best for me Dick. I know it"

Dick realized he was crying when he wiped the tears with her fingers. He wasn't really the type to cry, but he felt so vulnerable under her gaze.

"I miss you, so much. And all those days without you were my reminder that there was something wrong" he said pulling her closer to his body so she could rest her head in his chest.

They stood there embracing each other, reminiscing about when they were in the exact same position but in a different situation, a much happier one.

"I love you Y/n. I have loved you ever since you set a foot in the tower. From the first time I have loved you and it scares the shit out of me how much you mean to me. I know I was unfair to leave you without explaining the reason, but I just couldn't keep lying to myself, so I needed to let you go, because alone was safer than with you. I needed to keep you away from me so I could keep you safe, and i know it's a bullshit reasoning but I have never loved anyone as much I love you. But I promise I'll be better if you take me again. I'm forever yours, whether you have me or not"

Y/n didn't answer instead she just hugged him. She was crying too. When she pulled away to dry her puffy eyes she smiled at the brown haired boy in front of her.

"I love you too Dick, so much" she bit her lip "i- i also told Brad that we would have never worked out" she said laughing a little "it was unfair for him to keep leading him on when I knew it was not going to work, so I won't be seeing him again."

"I'm sorry It didn't work" he said with honesty.

"No, you're not" she laughed a little louder this time making him laugh too.

"You're right" he looked down biting his lip not wanting to ruin the moment.

"So...do you think we could try again?"

Y/n smiled sweetly at the boy and brought a hand up to caress his face, dick leaned into her touch.

"I think we can,yes. But I'm gonna need some time,okay?"

"As much as you need" he said quickly. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good, cause neither am I"

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