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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 year

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Just for the Weekend 8/10

Summary: You and Jason go to a wedding.

Pairs: Reader x Jason Todd

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Fluff, swearing.

Part 7

Jason and yourself take your seats to the left of the makeshift altar. Your eyes sweep over the large garden adorned in even more flowers, twinkling lights and golden ribbons than you knew possible. The afternoon sun streams through the palm trees that Jamie and Sunny have chosen for their backdrop and as the western wind blows through you can almost feel the magic in the air. Weddings are always like this, you think, full of magic and love.

Jason's arm rests naturally around the back of your chair. Your brain is still going over the last few minutes, the kiss, the casual way he held your hand as you walked down to the garden. It's a lot to process, but you don’t want to ruin it by talking about it or over thinking. So instead you clasp your hands together and wish that the weekend would never end.

The chatter of the other guests quiets down as the celebrant announces that the bride will be arriving soon. Jamie spots you in the crowd, looking so happy in the dress they’ve chosen, the dark, deep forest green almost black against the sun, the crisp white shoes peeking from underneath. You give them a big thumbs up, noticing the tears already forming in their eyes as the pianist starts to play a slower version of "this is what dreams are made of".

The bridesmaids all look lovely in their soft lilac gowns of all different styles, the large sunflower bouquets with colourful wildflowers woven through, they look like a trail of beautiful fairies. The pianist rounds the chorus and you start to weep at the sight of Sunny. Her golden dress glitters with every step she takes, a large pointed tiara on her head, her hair held in soft waves behind her, she looks every bit the fairy queen of the procession. Peering back at Jamie you see they're full on crying at how etheral Sunny is.

"Here," Jason says, pulling out his pocket square and handing it to you, "don't want to ruin the makeup."

You give him a small smile, dabbing under your eyes and taking his hand in your free one, giving him a little squeeze, "Thanks for coming," you whisper.

Leaning over to press a kiss into your hair he whispers, "best decision of my life."

The ceremony is short, Jamie and Sunny exchange vows and suddenly they're walking down the aisle and inviting everyone to cocktail hour while they have their pictures taken.

"I'm just going to go touch up my face," you excuse yourself, "will you be ok by yourself?" finding yourself in need of a minute to compose yourself. You have so many questions for him, for yourself. At the very least you need to wipe the dopey ass smile from your face. You can’t seem to shake it, can’t stop hearing those words he whispered in your ear.

"Yeah, I'll go find Margie. She was great. Wait," he says as you start to walk off. "I forgot," he kisses you, a short simple peck on the lips but it makes your tummy do somersaults.

Jason spots Margie almost immediately, her bright pink suit giving her away almost as much as her height. She's at a table alone, drinking what looks to be sangria, "bit sad to drink alone at a wedding don't you think?" He asks, taking the seat opposite her.

"On the contrary, keeps me out of trouble." She smirks, downing the whole glass and pouring herself and Jason another. "Drink with me then, tell me about how you managed to sweep my little dear off her feet."

"I was actually wondering if I could ask you something," he takes a drink and relishes the sweetness.

"Want more stories about her rambunctious youth?"

"I would like to know what he, Jonathan, said to her last night,"

"Want to go hit him yourself?"

"Something like that,"

"No need for that, she defended you well."

"What?"

"She didn't tell you? Oh, he was saying terrible things, but our little spitfire wasn't having it."

"Wait what?" He can't seem to wrap his head around it. You hit…you hit the guy because of him?

"Poor dear, she lets him say the worst things about her, but the second he started on you," She pauses, "well you saw what happened."

"I thought she- that he-"

"She really loves you, ya know, I can see it in the way she looks at you."

"I- "

"You're very lucky, she's a special kind of woman."

"That I do know," he agrees, finally hearing something that doesn't sound insane. Why would you do that?

"Now be a good lad and go get me more sangria."

"Yes ma'am."

Jason's mind spins as he goes over what he just heard. So you did it to defend him and not yourself. He can barely believe that anyone would care, but then she said… was it true? Did you love him? Until yesterday you could barely stand to be in the room with him.

Then there was the kiss, that kiss on the balcony that made his stomach spin and his knees go weak. And the little kiss before, he can barely believe this is happening. He's not going to screw this up. He can't. Shit, after a few kisses he doesn't think he can go a day without feeling your lips on his ever again.

"Hello there handsome," you say, grabbing the glasses from the bar, "Margie already got you doing her evil bidding I see,"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He answers, looking at you kind of weird, in a good way. Like he's got stars on his eyes.

"Sangria, always was her drink of choice."

Xxx

"Can you see my name?" You say as you peer at the seating chart.

"Yeah, right here. It says second prettiest woman at the wedding,"

"Second?"

"Well, the bride obviously has to be first," he jokes.

"Thin ice, Todd. You're on thin ice," you playfully glare at him. His hand falls to your lower back as you walk to your table. You try not to think about how right this feels, how perfect he feels beside you. Instead zoning in on the small table which is obviously designated as the old school friends table. You thank Batman that Jonathan was sent home, you do not want to deal with him.

"Can I ask a favour?" Claire says as she sits down next to you, "just while Lizzie is fixing her hair?"

"Depends on the favour," you can see Jason from the corner of your eye peering around you. Is he worried that maybe this will be round two? Sure, you were a bit envious, or a lot. But you had never felt the urge to hit her. The issues you have with Claire have nothing to do with her and everything to do with you and your own expectations.

"Could you sign this for me?" She pulls out from her purse a copy of your first book, "I've been meaning to ask for ages. But we just never seem to bump into each other."

"I didn't know you read my book,"

"I tried, but romance really isn't for me. Lizzie though, she loves them and it would really mean alot-"

"Give it here, have you got a pen?"

"Yeah," she hands you a golden marker from her purse, "I know it's not a great time to ask, but I really appreciate it. She’s going to be thrilled."

"It's really no trouble, " you smile signing the interior cover, "Dear Liz, I hope Claire brings you as much joy as Red brought me,"

"Thank you, she's really going to love this," she grins like a kid in a candy store. "It really means a lot,"

"You're welcome," you beam back. Never in a million years would you have imagined that Liz of all people would be a fan. She's never said anything, though you suppose with avoiding them at all costs you probably didn't deserve to know. A nudge on your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts, "yes?" You turn to Jason who's just looking at you with confusion and wonder, "why are you looking at me like that?”

"Red? I thought your first book was about Finnley and Felix? "

"How do you know that?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"I told you, I dabbled. I may have read one or two of your books, "

"One or two? But you know the names of the two love interests by heart?"

"Maybe, I read them more than once,"

"You did not,"

"Enough about me," Jason attempts to change the subject. You did not need to know that he had read all your works, except one apparently, "Who's this Red? And how is there a book before The Prince Problem?"

"Oh, that's the official first. But The Red Viper is my first unofficial book. I published it myself in college under a pseudonym. I just wanted to see how it would go. It sold pretty well, I just didn't think any of my friends aside from Jamie had read it."

"Then how did she know it was you?"

"Easy, I released free coupons for copies in my newsletter a few years ago, Liz must be on my mailing list.”

“Free?”

“Yeah, I do that sometimes. There’s no point charging for something like that."

"A huh, and has Dick read this book?"

"Jason, are you telling me you think Dick can read?"

"Good point,"

The night drifts on, speeches are told, cakes cut and dinner eaten. All the while Jason sits close, both of you touching, your knees, your hands, your shoulders, always touching. It's easy and it doesn't even feel fake anymore. Not that it ever really did to you.

The band picks up after the newlyweds first dance and the lead singer invites everyone to the dance floor. You feel reluctant, but with how pleasant the conversation has been between Claire, Liz, Jason and yourself, your mood has gone from nervous to joyful.

The band starts to play your favourite song and you find yourself tugging Jason onto the dance floor behind you.

He's certainly not his brother when it comes to dancing, but he manages to keep up with you. His hand never leaving your waist as you move to the music together. “What kind of move do you call that?” you ask when he starts twirling his arms around.

“Whirlybird?’ he laughs back, grabbing your arms and spinning them above your head, “Might not look cool, but it’s fun,”

His hands slide down your arms, taking your wrists and wrapping them around his neck as you stay to sway together.

“You know you’re a lot more fun,” you start when he spins you under his arm, “when you don’t spend your days glaring at me,”

“And you’re more fun when you don’t run away from every room I enter,”

“I never did that,” he stares down at you, “ok, maybe once or twice,” he raises his eyebrows, “Or a few times,” you press your hand on his chest, “in my defense, you did stare at me like I was robbing you.”

“You were,”

“I was not trying to steal your brother,” you roll your eyes.

“Oh love,” he brushes his nose against yours, “You were stealing something much more valuable than my big brother,”

“Oh yeah like what?” you tease, “Your bike?”

“Sweetheart,” he leans down, “You wouldn’t be fast enough to take her,” his breath in your ear, “And you still don’t know how to ride,”

“Fair. Maybe I can get Dick to teach me when I get home?” the choking noise that comes from Jason's throat makes you snort, “What? He’s been asking for ages,” you wink coyly, drawing yourself from his hands and giggling when he turns you back in.

“Let me teach you,” his hand slides up from your back, his fingers brushing up the back of your neck,

“You going to glare at me while you do it?”

“Only if you run away,”

“Will you chase me?”

“Would you like me to chase you?” his fingers push into the soft skin of your neck tilting your head up.

“Maybe,” you reach up onto your tiptoes, grinning from ear to ear, your lips touching his. His hand grows firmer on your neck, deepening your kiss, you wrap your arms tight around his back.

“That a shiver there love?” he laughs into your kiss, his other arm wraps around your waist, “Do it again,” he hoists you up, your feet dangling above the floor as he kisses you again.

The night gets later and despite how drunk everyone around you seems to be getting, you and Jason are too busy enjoying yourselves on the dance floor to have the time. "Last song," the singer announces, "how about something a bit slower?"

The band starts out slow and you hear the man's voice lower as he starts to sing Adele's make you feel my love.

Jason pulls you close, his hand holding tight on your waist, bringing yours up to his shoulder, "wanna see what Alfie taught me?" He winks and you give him a small nod, "follow my lead,"

He steps back, gliding you along the dance floor, his eyes never leaving yours and a bright smile on his lips. The hot and horny feelings leave you as you feel something deeper and stronger pulling at your chest. Like a string being tugged from your heart and wrapping around where your hands meet, connecting you both together. The world melts away as you get lost in his eyes and the feel of his strong hand on your back.

“Spin,” he says, stretching your arm out as the song reaches it crescendo and you spin out, your dress fanning out around you and when your back in his arms he drops you into a deep dip, his large hand on your thigh, his full form leaning over to meet your lips, his tongue dives into your mouth and you think you might just feel whole for the first time in your life.

Part 8:

AN: Last update for a bit. I'm off to Sydney to hang out with my fam.

Taglist:

@goblinhobo @bubbles-incorrect-yb @hungry-hungarian @megumisbabymomma @ilikw @gone-batty-fics

#reader x jason todd #jason todd fanfic #jason todd x reader #x reader #jason todd #reader x red hood #red hood x reader

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sparrow-orion-writes · 2 days

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9- Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together.

Listen, AriEdwardTune, maybe they gotta infiltrate somewhere and gotta go undercover, maybe it's just someone else hosting a party (my brain supplied AnaLucia wedding as an example 👀) but either way

Hot

~ M <3

"It's a party, you have to dress nicely," Neptune had insisted, much to Ari's affront as he looked down at his oil-stained hands and worse-for-wear waistcoat.

"And I don't dress nicely?"

"Well...it's not the style, so much the..." Neptune gestures loosely, before glancing over at Edward, who only slips away from the conversation as though he were never there in the first place.

But an argument was always pointless, because Neptune always won, and he always let her.

Which is how he found himself wearing the deep tones of crimson red amongst his familiar and comfortable black. It was the most he would allow. The waistcoat, embellished in these floral swirls, standing firmly against the charcoal black of his shirt and trousers.

He still misses his monochromatic style; the comfortable grey wasn't a broken feat of his wardrobe - and thus did not need fixing.

The jacket was that same deep red, startling to look at. He felt almost foolish as he slid it on. This was a suit for a younger man, he felt, and someone twice as attractive as himself.

Ari greased his curls back, pinning them neatly to some semblance of control, but allowing some strays to fall forward of his forehead. He considered faking an illness, his red cheeks redder and body tense with unfamiliar anxiety. He was not the social butterfly that his partners were. It's largely why he had the two of them - so they could entertain each other whilst he locked himself in a dark room, neither speaking nor moving.

Neptune's demanding knock tore his gaze away from his petrified expression, just in time for her to step into the room. Suddenly it really didn't matter much. No-one would be looking at him, because she was absolutely beautiful. She was always beautiful, of course, but for a moment his mind turned over and his heart stuttered, and air became a scarcity far removed from his lungs.

She looked like a drawing of the sea he'd seen once - or at least that's his approximation. Her blue curls soft, the cobalt dress flowing the same way air might. She sparkled in the light of the room from the jewellery.

To him, she may as well as been as rare and precious as that untainted water, frozen in time, beautiful enough for an artist to sketch. If he had the hands for it, he might've entertained the thought himself.

"We're waiting for you," she smiled, pretending not to notice his dazed expression, though her chin raised a little higher - and that smirk was undeniable.

Edward was just as much of a sight to behold. He'd spent the better half of the day putting his braids in, claiming both excitement and exhaustion at different phases.

He'd made an effort, in some way, to match Ari's style, but the darkened red was replaced with a shining, brilliant gold. Which much matched Edward's personality, Ari thought to himself, enraptured by the way his lover almost seemed to radiate light.

He'd been reminded of the two of them, sat on the windowsill smoking and drinking, looking up at a shooting star expectantly, discussing the old world tradition of wishes. What he would wish for. But in truth the wish had already been granted and the only star he needed was right there.

A little winded by it all, he leaned his head against the doorway and exhaled. "You both look amazing," he uttered, feeling as though he meant to shrink away from them both.

"As do you," Edward whispered, hand suddenly on Ari's chest, "...I love this colour on you," the words hold an edge he rarely hears in Edward's voice, something that returns the blush to his cheeks in full force.

"You look good enough to eat," Neptune presses a warm, lingering kiss on his hot cheek, her fingers intertwining gently in his own "...but for now, sadly, we do have a party to attend."

"That we do," Ari whispered, more than a little flustered. He clears his throat, "...but I'm glad you like it."

Prompt Fill Taglist:

@rickie-the-storyteller @mayarab @gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream @kaylinalexanderbooks @sender-paulson

#nothing fancy just trying to get my brain to work at This Point

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vinvantae · 2 years

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Ok that request about Porto cervo charles was so cute now I like want a prequel (how they met), and a sequel (the rest of their vacation)! So cute

Okay so I’ve done a little prequel for you, is a lil spicy by my standards but still not smut🌶 ❤️

You don’t have to read the original to read this! hope you enjoy

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Yellow

Working at one of the most exclusive hotels in Monaco for sure had its perks - high tipping patrons, sizeable wage packet and benefits you would’ve never dreamed of when you were growing up. Being a Monegasque citizen was an advantage when it came to getting the role back in the day and now you were right at the top of the proverbial food chain of staff.

As one of the hostesses, your prime role was to chat and interact with your most valued patrons, making sure that all of their needs were met. You each were given a short list of clientele each week and if they wanted anything then you’d be their point of call to sort it for them.

The busiest time of year was, without a doubt, the Monaco Grand Prix. It drew in guests like nothing else - several drivers, who didn’t have a place of their own, included on the list. But that didn’t mean the residents of Monaco never came here - in fact, the hotel had been booked out in full by formula one’s biggest sponsors so everyone who was anyone in the world of the sport was here.

Charles walked in with his team, just taking in the luxury of the space around him. Growing up in Monaco, he was used to sights like this but there was something that was different here. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. As he circled the room saying his hellos, that’s when his eyes finally fell on you.

You stood proud in the centre of the room, a friendly smile on your face as you chatted away. At first he didn’t even realise you were staff until he saw the small badge pinned to your dress. And your dress. He’d never really thought much of the colour yellow before, but the way the shade you’d chosen gave you a glow was beautiful and it brought out your smile.

He quietly excused himself from the group, not sure what came over him but he just had to approach you. “Hi, uh, excuse me?”

When your eyes met his, he swore his heart skipped a beat. “Good evening Mr Leclerc, how can I help you?”

“I…” he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not sure actually, kinda just wanted an excuse to talk to you.”

Your cheeks flushed. “O-oh, I see… Uhm, we can do that.”

You led him over to a quieter part of the room, taking two glasses of champagne from one of the servers - you were allowed one drink an evening and you definitely needed it now. Charles’ warm fingers brushed over yours as you offered him a glass, his blue eyes had a soft sparkle under the twinkling chandelier lights.

“That colour is beautiful on you.” He hummed, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes unashamedly running over your figure.

“You think so? It was chosen for me so I’d stand out just in case a client needed help.” You said, your cheeks still warm.

Charles nodded. “It was your smile that stood out to me. And the way you hold yourself… though, I do have to admit, the dress does help.”

“I’m so getting in trouble.” You mumbled, taking a big swig of your drink.

The corner of his mouth tugged up into a playful smirk, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Why is that, ma chérie?”

“Because there’s no way this night ends with me going to bed alone if you keep talking like that.” You swallowed heavily and he stepped closer, brushing his fingers lightly down your arm.

He tilted his head a little. “Now, I couldn’t possibly let you spend the night alone, could I? You’ve taken such good care of everyone this evening, seems only fair that I return the favour.”

“Now that’s a line.” You chuckled, but felt your heart racing.

The driver lent in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “If you’re interested, I’ve got a room tonight… 138.”

You felt him slide a room key into your hand before he winked and stepped away, going to rejoin the party like he hadn’t just stolen your breath. You took a moment to compose yourself before sliding the card into your bra for safekeeping.

The rest of the night seemed to drag, especially when you caught Charles’ eyes across the room. But, as hostess, you were one of the last ones to leave. So as the clock struck one, you’d wondered if your fellow Monegasque would still be awake - didn’t have too much time to ponder when your feet seemed to carry you to his room.

You were probably stood outside his door for a little too long before you swiped the card and stepped in.

“Charles?”

“You came.” He stood up from the sofa in his suite and approached you with a glass of what looked like whiskey.

“I’d be a fool not to.” You said, taking a sip of the drink. Yep, whiskey. “Was secretly hoping you’d be in a few less clothes though.”

His laugh was contagious as he led you over to the bed, placing his drink down - you stood between his legs and he ran his hands up your sides. “Thought you’d like to help me get out of them actually.”

“I thought you were taking care of me, Mr Leclerc?” You teased, throwing back the rest of your drink.

“I plan to, but I still want your hands all over me, ma chérie.”

He kept to his word, each movement of his body against yours was electric. His touch was like fire. You could feel every sense light up as the two of shared the night - the rest of the world forgotten as his name tumbled from your lips like a mantra. Charles wanted to keep the noises you made for him on loop in his brain forever, breaking you down until barely a whimper escaped your lips.

As the two of you laid beneath the sheets together, he propped his head up on his hand to look down at you, a smile on his face.

“Did I keep to my word?”

“Hmm, definitely.” You purred.

His eyes flickered across your face, you looked even more beautiful like this. Tired and soft, vulnerable, all for him and no one else. “Will I see you again?”

“You… you want that?” You a shocked, you hadn’t expected anything more than a single night of passion with him but as his free hand came to cup your cheek - you lent into his touch.

“I do. I know my schedule is very hectic but… I’d like to get to know you.” He chuckled softly. “I know I’ve done this the wrong way around but…“

“I’d like to see you again too, Charles.”

He lent in and captured your lips in a much gentler kiss than the others you had shared so far that night. His body shifting closer to hold you against him.

“So pretty… Ma petite fleur.” He whispered.

His nose nudged gently against yours and you smiled softly. You knew it was corny, but you truly felt like this was going to be something special.

#f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 #x reader #charles leclerc oneshot #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader

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melis-writes · 2 years

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istg ur my fav writer for michael-corleone [and literally anything tgf related] 🤲🤲

your style, details, dedication, FUCKING EVERYTHING???? is so infinitely perfect holyshit

i was wondering, could u maybe do a small oneshot-ish thing based on possessive-michael and the prompt ‘you’ll take what i give you, and be thankful for it.’ 🤧🙇🏻‍♀️

also, completely understand if u cant do this; i know it’s alot of work to make things happen, & tysm anyway!!!! <33

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh thank you!! 🥺🥰🥺🥰!! You're so sweet omg 😭💞 That means so much to me, honestly! I love writing fics, oneshots and all these prompts for you guys so much tbh so thank you for sending them in!! 🤗 Hehe what can I say, it's my favourite thing to do! Thank you for your love, support, and feedback!! 😍 Here's what I got for your prompt! 😏🥵

You lean your body towards the full-body mirror before you, carefully grazing your scarlet, cream lipstick over your bottom lip to perfect your pout.

The pigmented lipstick easily glides over your lips as you guide it over the corners of your mouth and to accentuate your cupid’s bow before pulling back.

“Mm, perfect.” You whisper to yourself, clasping the cover over your lipstick before setting it aside on the vanity table next to you.

Your manicure and pedicure match the colour of your fiery lipstick as you admire your look for tonight’s dinner party and dance at the Tropigala resort and hotel—courtesy of Michael and owned by him, of course.

Just a few feet behind you in the bedroom, Michael straightens out his black, mohair suit jacket as he keeps his eyes admiringly over your figure with the way your dress hugs your curves.

“How are we for time?” You run your hands through your hair carefully not to ruin its styling.

“Not something you need to worry about, baby.” Michael’s tone is husky and low as he slowly paces his way over to you—keeping both hands in the pockets of his dress trousers.

“Mm, I’ll take your word for that.” You chuckle, adding a few more spritz of floral perfume around your collarbones before admiring your final look.

Michael’s eyes dart greedily from the stillettos over your feet to the slit in your dress revealing a peek of your thigh as he approaches you from behind. “Almost finished?”

“Just about.” You blush, noticing Michael in the mirror so close to you that his chest touches your back and you can feel his warm breath over the side of your neck. “What do you think, baby?”

“What do I think?” Michael murmurs, knowing he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t already aroused by the sight of you all dolled up. “I think…” Michael takes his hands out of his pockets, placing them over your shoulders and rubbing tenderly. “I think you look beautiful, for one.”

“Flirting with me, Don Corleone?” You tease relaxing your muscles from Michael’s firm yet soft touch over your shoulders—watching his movements from the mirror.

“Call it what you want.” Michael’s hands roam down to your sides before they come up front, squeezing at both of your breasts harshly in front of the mirror. “I like admiring what’s mine.”

“Michael,” you moan softly, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter to me how you dress or where we’re going.” Michael squeezes your breasts again, looking straight at you in the mirror. “When you’re up in the morning, heading to the courthouse… I want you, every. Single. Time.”

“Please…” Your knees instantly feel weak from how turned on you are, feeling Michael’s fingers and especially the cool metal of his wedding band brushing up against your hardened nipples.

Michael ignores the honking of the limousine by the front gates of the estate, continuing to inch down the front of your dress. “They can wait for all I care.”

He moves one hand down to the slit in your dress, rubbing up and down your silky thighs as teasingly slow as he can.

“All this b-before the party?” You whimper, unable to stop yourself from watching Michael touch you in the mirror.

“Maybe. I want a taste of you before we go otherwise…” Michael’s hand over your thigh move up to your ass, squeezing it. “I won’t exactly sit still at the afterparty.”

“Then…” You take your hand and place it over Michael’s, coaxing it down to the fabric of your panties.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Michael chuckles; the tip of his Roman nose brushing up against your neck. “You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll be thankful for it, won’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” You almost whimper out.

In an instant, Michael spreads your legs open in one swift movement—letting his other hand continuing to rub over your inner thighs and ass. “Good girl. Believe me, I already know how wet you are.”

“You did it to me.” Your breath hitches, feeling more than just hot and bothered by all of Michael’s teasing.

“I didn’t do anything, sweetheart.” Michael tilts your chin to the side, giving your cheek a kiss. “All I did was come to see if you were ready for the evening. The rest? Well,” Michael begins to toy with the waistband of your panties, nudging your dress aside. “Accidents happen.”

You giggle shyly, about to look down to see what Michael’s doing before he moves your chin back up to face the mirror instead.

“You’ll watch from here, darling.” Demand grows in Michael’s voice as his fingers rub in between the crease of your pussy and inner thighs. “Or I can do something about your curious gaze with my tie.”

“Y-yes, sir.” You keep your eyes over the mirror, watching as Michael rubs his index finger against your clit over your panties, amused by the wetness pooling up.

“Shame we don’t have much time, do we?” Michael pulls his finger back just to taste your wetness, causing you to cringe from embarrassment.

“And i-if we did?” You swear to yourself you’d cancel the whole affair if it meant you could just have Michael fuck the everliving life out of you against the wall or let you smear your lipstick all over his cock in the messiest blowjob you’ve ever wanted to give him in your life.

“Don’t ask questions—” Michael pulls your panties to the side. “You already know the answer to, darling.” He slowly snakes two fingers down to your entrance, keeping eye contact with you from the mirror’s reflection. “If I had my way with you, you’d be screaming my name already.”

#godfather au #Michael corleone #Michael corleone fanfic #moth to flame fic #michael corleone x reader #godfather x reader #godfather fanfic #michael corleone x reader smut #smut prompts

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 2

*Warning: Adult Content*

A sudden clattering sound shatters Noah Hunter’s nerves.

He’d fallen asleep on the bench, head drops down on his chest, pen poised over the unfiled form, the clip-board balance between his knees.

It is this, sliding from his lap to the tiled floor with a sharp rattle of plastic, that startles him awake.

He straightens, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and winces at the kinks that pinch my neck and back.

Blinking at the dog-shaped clock on the wall, Noah sees that almost two hours have passed.

‘No wonder I can’t feel my legs.’

Bending to retrieve the clipboard, he sets it carefully on the bench and rises stiffly to his feet.

He spent several moment pacing the room, restoring the flow of blood to his tingling limbs and then stretch the tightness from his back.

Catching his reflection in the dark mirror, he frowns.

As is his custom, he’s dressed in neat, professional attire, light grey slacks, a dark grey fitted shirt, a waistcoat and a tie.

Usually there is not a line out of place, not a button undone.

‘Now, I look like I’ve dressed out of last weeks laundry hamper’

Doing his best to smooth out the wrinkles, he finally looks at his face.

‘Like my siblings I have amber eyes, which look a little odd against the browned caramel tone of my skin. My hair is short dark curls and my features are trim, neat and soft, a short, slightly wide nose, a small but full mouth, a rounded chin and a refined jaw. I look younger than I am and the only thing I really like about my appearance is my eyes. Their odd colour and almond shape lend them a sharp focused look, Although they are hidden behind my glasses most of the time. At the moment, even my eyes have lost their appeal and all I see in the reflection of the mirror is a short, disheveled little failure of a man.’

Giving himself a sneer, Noah sits back down and returns to the form, filling it out with something closer to his usual style, quick, efficient and emotionless.

He uses his brother’s address and the rest is easy enough.

He’s just finished this task when he hears a door open, somewhere out of sight and quick footsteps on the tiled floor and then a man rounds the corner and fixes his eyes on Noah.

Like the woman who relieved Noah of the injured dog, he wears teal scrubs and he carries a sheaf of papers.

‘He’s also Gorgeous. I so rarely experience attraction, It always takes me by surprise. Sex and gender have no influence but whatever strange mix of things does appeal to me, I am presented with it now. Tall and tanned, his skin is the colour of cream and his hair is burnt auburn. It’s long and wavy and falls over his left shoulder to just below his collar-bone. His eyes are the same colour as his hair... a dark, reddish-brown with a slight downward slant beneath dark level eyebrows. A refined nose, sensitive mouth and sharp jaw complete his face along with a dark dusting of stubble, thicker around his mouth and trailing down his throat.’

Noah’s eyes are drawn by this to his neck, which is broad and strong and yet strongly vulnerable below the low collar of his medical shirt.

Noah can imagine him as a Celtic warrior, broadsword in hand, bound for battle, beautiful but fated to fall.

Dragging his mind from his strange fantasy ‘being a scholar of language, he’s prone to such things’ Noah blinks, suddenly aware that he is staring and that the beautiful man has been speaking to him and he hasn’t heard a word he’s said.

“I’m sorry,” Noah says.

“Could you repeat that, please.”

The veterinarian's eyes narrow with displeasure and his expression is borderline hostile.

Noah winces.

He knows how annoying it is to have an important sentence met with a blank stare and a request to repeat oneself.

After an uncomfortable pause, he speaks again.

“I said that your lad is doing fine and he’ll be ready to go home soon. I just want to go over somethings with you first.”

He is a Celt Noah realizes, with a bizarre thrill.

Nis accent is slight but definitely Scottish.

“Some things?” Noah asks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and sitting up as straight as he can.

“Yes. Here,” he says, sitting next to Noah and showing him the papers he holds.

It’s a detailed list of everything that has been done to the poor dog over the last two hours and exactly how much each item will cost.

In an act of self-preservation, Noah quickly stops listening again and his eyes settle on the top of the form, where he sees the attending veterinarian’s name: ROSE THORNE.

Noah allows himself an internal laugh at the expense of someone who’s parents had either a poor or sadistic sense of humor.

“So, once that is done, you should be good to take him home. Although I do have a few questions for you first.”

“Questions?” Noah repeats, straightening his glasses again and peering up at him again.

“Yes, Mr...” he leans over close, almost across Noah and looks at the name on the clipboard, which lies on the bench on his side.

“Mr Hunter. Your boy’s a tad malnourished, dehydrated too and his coat is a mess. that’s a poor way to keep an animal, sir. Did you take of his collar before you arrived? I’d like to see proof of his licence, if you don’t mind. What’s his name by the way?”

“I, Um...” Noah stammers.

It seems like the receptionist has failed to pass on the all-important fact that the dog didn’t belong to Noah.

“I don’t know his name. I mean, I don’t know anything about the dog at all. I just accidently ran him over.”

If anything, Mr Celt’s expression gets even more unfriendly.

“But you are paying his bills. Why is that then?”

“B..b..because the receptionist told me I had too or you would let him die,” Noah exclaims, feeling his face heat with embarrassment and indignation.

That’s not exactly what the receptionist had said, he realizes, but that is what was inferred.

The handsome Vet looks a Noah for a moment, mouth pressed in a thin line and nostrils flared.

“Well, that is a damn fine way to waste a guy’s time,” he says and bolts to his feet so abruptly that it makes Noah jump.

He stalks over to the reception desk, where he has a low but heated conversation with the woman behind it.

When the Vet returns, Noah’s eyes wander to the front desk and notices the receptionist’s face is very red.

“You must excuse Alice,” he says.

“She’s... new. It’s true we need a card on file to treat an animal but not if it’s a stray. We treat it then hand it off to the local ‘Humane Society’. They will fit the bill, so you are free to leave, Mr Hunter.”

The way he says it makes Noah feel like he’s just escaped the guillotine at the hands of some overzealous gendarme.

“What about the dog?’ Noah says.

“Will it be okay?”

The vet narrows his eyes at Noah again.

“As I just explained, in some detail, in fact, Mr Hunter, the dog is fine. A broken leg, some bruised ribs, he’ll be up and running again in no time.”

“Oh... that’s good,” Noah says, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

Despite his accidental nap, he’s still exhausted and the double relief of knowing he is not a dog-killer and also will not have to pay an enormous vet bill has struck a raw emotional nerve.

He’d like to cry but he isn’t about to in front of his Celtic warrior.

“And... um... please pass on my thanks to Dr Thorne,” Noah adds.

“She clearly does excellent work.”

When he adjusts his glasses once more, Noah finds the handsome man in front of him watching him from beneath hooded brows.

His head is tipped slightly back and Noah is once again drawn to the pale length of his throat.

“I’ll do that,” he says, in a dry tone.

“I’m sorry you were made to wait.”

Rising, Noah hands him the clipboard with the registration form.

“I suppose you don’t need that know, do you?” he says.

“No. I suppose we don’t,” he agrees but glances over it anyway.

“Noah.”

“Yes?” Noah blinks with surprise.

“I’ve always liked that name,” he says, indicating where Noah had written it down.

“Oh,” Noah coughs, clearing his throat.

‘It’s a little over three in the morning and I feel and look like crap but I decide to be bold. Now that I’ll will be living in Spring Lakes, I might run into him again, after all.’

“Sorry. I didn’t catch yours. Your name, I mean.”

For the first time Noah sees him smile and notices his white, perfectly-even teeth, though his cuspids are a little long and sharp.

“Dr Ambrose Thorne,” he says.

“At your service.”

Noah looks at the papers in Dr Thorne’s hand and sees that, indeed, now that he has shifted his grip, the letters AMB proceed ROSE.

‘My face is so hot with embarrassment it’s a wonder my glasses haven’t fogged up with steam.’

“Oh. Well. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Noah says and immediately hates himself.

‘I accept the I’m something of a freak but must I be an absolute freak, absolutely all the time?’

Dr Ambrose Thorne’s smile widens slightly.

“You are a bit of an odd duck, aren’t you Noah?” he asks, driving the sharp point of the young man’s own opinion of himself deep into his heart and then pats his arm and adds...

“Best be on you way then. You look like you could do with a good long rest. Oh and if you change your mind, you can always come back here and claim what’s yours.”

“What’s... mine?”

“The dog,” Ambrose says and then seeing Noah’s bewilderment, clarifies...

“If you decide you want him. He’ll be here for a few days before we turn him over. He’s got no micro-chip and it’s clear he’s either abused or a stray. I’ve got no qualms in letting you taking him if you can give him the love he deserves.”

Noah swallows.

He doesn’t know why but he gets the feeling that Dr Ambrose Thorne is teasing him.

“I’ll think about it,” he says and does his best to look up and smile.

A fleeting glace and a twitch of his lips is all he can manage and then he makes his escape, retreating from the almost unworldly florescent glace into the darkness of the night... or the early morning, at this point... and then to the safely of his car.

A short time later he’s back on the road intensely glad to be almost home and to leave the midnight adventures with stray dogs and oddly beautiful men behind.

But to his distress, he finds that neither are so easy to forget and both continue to occupy his mind with stubborn persistence, like the strange characters in a curious and disquieting dream.

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Hymn of Light ☼ The Darkling

“I love you too,” he murmured against her skin as his lips trailed down from her mouth to the base of her neck. He’s quick to tighten his grasp on the back of her dress, bunching up the taut fabric which left more of her skin exposed to the biting chill. Yes, wanting her left him weak, exposed to the next bastard who so much as dared look at her the wrong way. But in almost inexplicable ways, she made him stronger than before. She made him feel alive, like pure light — able to heal and bless.

Pairings: The Darkling x [F]Sun Summoner!reader Content: Rough smut, oversim, pet names, dom/sub undertones, established relationship, unprotected and possessive sex, religious imagery & symbolism A/N: I hate the darkling but GAWD DAMN! LIKE FINE, MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!

〚 Masterlist | ao3 〛

DISCLAIMER: This story contains sexual content. If you are not 18 or older, do not read. Remember to practice safe sex and do not use these stories as an educational reference. If you are interested in any of these topics, research them more in-depth. Practice safe sex!

Chapter i | Always You

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“Thanks for ending early,” Y/N said with a light tone. Even though he couldn’t see her, her back facing him, Aleksander knew that she was smirking. He could hear it in her voice.

“Mhm. Bit of a bore, don’t you think?” he replied, equally as sly. He strides over to his bed, taking off his kefta made for the evening event at the Little Palace that night. The embroidery used threaded silver with highlights of gold specks. He and Y/N performed a mesmerizing light show; the shadow and light blended, merging into one before the entire room became a sky full of twinkling stars.

Light and dark, he thinks, always one to compliment each other so well.

Aleksander sighed, the knots in his shoulders appeared to slacken now as he’s in the comfort of his — no, their quarters. He finds himself smiling at the sound, their quarters.

The room was now scattered with her belongings. A vanity replaced an old full-length mirror in his room; the bed smelled like her, clothes that are far too colourful for his palette littered his drawers; with his small set of cologne, her perfume bottles laid on top of the dressers. Books, sketchbooks, makeup, the lively green plant in the corner — all belonging to her. And he treasures the sight, causing sunspots to dance around in his heart.

He felt so much more human, fulfilled now that she’s by his side.

Her dress underneath was silk and paper-thin — coincidently, it was one of his favourites. From the cold air, her hardened nipples grazed against the soft fabric before she bent down to kick off her shoes.

He was mesmerized by the scene in front of him. Something about her was so dismantling in the most beautiful — tragic way. Her personality, the way she spoke, the ability to command an entire room… The way he loved her, it was all powering and consuming.

He recalls the first time he’d ever seen her, back in that dinghy tent years ago. To the Darkling — the Black Heretic — to Aleksander, the end was soon when he was by her side.

Aleksander grins, walking up behind her as he fiddles with the strap of her dress before his hands wrapped around her torso, bringing her close to his chest. He watched her smile in the vanity’s mirror and the happy squeal made him feel electric.

Despite what people thought, he — the Shadow Summoner, the leader of the Second Army — domineering, deadly and cunning, Aleksander was not the one with control in their relationship; it was her. He was at her mercy.

If she asked, he would gladly watch the world disintegrate into dust if it made her happy. Damn the consqeuences.

Y/N made him fall to his knees; and in any way she wanted, he would live to serve and honour her, letting her shine brightly.

He continued to pepper a few chaste kisses to her shoulder blade, his head falling into the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply.

A smile so bright formed on his lips, rare, large, but nothing short of alluring. Y/N thought to herself, as she watched him in the mirror, that perhaps he was the one that could summon light, not her.

There was a certain soft playfulness to Aleksander that he rarely revealed when they're alone, it even took him a few years for that side to be shown to her.

She turns around, looking up to him with so much love that it made a solace spread through him like a warm bath. He felt his skin set ablaze, alive and hopeful. She would never truly understand how much he craved for her — how he yeared for every touch, every smile, every rant, every giggle.

All he ever wanted was her.

He never considered himself a Starless Saint, not when he had her.

“I love you,” she whispered as his forehead pressed against hers. The blooming feeling in both of their chest was so intense, basking in their eternal glory.

A hand filled with chunky silver rings runs up and down her shoulders before settling on the base of her back. Aleksander innocently wanted to spend a beautiful, comforting moment with his lover, but she seemingly had other plans. Y/N’s lips ghosted just below his jaw, which sent shivers down his spine and caused him to smirk down; she knew exactly how to rile him up.

He pulled back, his eyes were lidded and dangerously dark as he towered over her, his chest pressed against hers as his head tilted. His eyes were the colour of moonlit ice, glinting with silver steel, shining like glass with mysterious mirth.

He eyed her like a predator to its prey, a lost traveller eyeing a found oasis.

Sometimes, it amazed Y/N how he could effortlessly signal that she was his without even having to lift a finger.

A hand went to the side of her face, tilting her head upwards as their lips pressed together in a searing kiss. It started with soft pecks, which had each other giggling in between before they progressively got more aggressive. The sweet, softness of her lips beckons him more and more, putting him into a trance.

“Jump,” he said. His hands went around her protectively as she wrapped her legs around his waist, placing her onto the vanity.

He’s waited over four hundred years for her and it was worth it. She taught him more than he had learned within those lonely years.

“Moya zvezda,” he breathed. His next words were almost lethal, mocking. His index finger found a place under her chin, forcing her to look up at him as his hand trailed dangerously close to her core that had been slowly building up in arousal. His hand rubbed her inner thigh, temptation laced his voice. “Tell me what you want.”

“You, Aleksander,” she whimpered out, “Always you.”

When faith flickered out, she would be there by his side.

His lips crashed onto hers. Impatiently, he wiggled her out of her dress, her breast popping out. A hand went to cup one, fondling it in a massage, almost therapeutically before he rolled the bud in between his fingers, giving it a sharp tug that left her gasping.

Soon, he tilted her backwards slightly so his lips could latch onto her nipple. His tongue swirled in light circles, watching as her mouth gaped open and her hands woven in his hair. So responsive already and he hardly touched her.

After a particular tug, her lips parted with a quiet cry that made him get drunk off the sound. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, his erection straining in want.

His hand takes hers, so soft and small in his, as he guides her to touch his bulge. He rocks into her hand, “Look what you do to me,” he whispers dangerously. The apples of Aleksander’s cheeks were stained with a light tint that caused a beautiful flush.

“Please,” Y/N’s voice whines out.

“Please what?” His fingers ghost over her clothed clit. Even he’d been losing patience. His face is just millimetres from her face, his lips red and swollen from the kissing.

“Can you please touch me?” Her voice came out strangled, pleading almost.

“Anything you please, my Sun Summoner.” Aleksander’s voice is ragged, out of control. His hand slips under her knickers; fingers outline her outer labia with feather-light touches. Using his middle finger, he traces up her slit before rubbing tender circular and vertical motions on her clit. She was already so wet, eager to please and lose herself to the pleasure.

Y/N’s eyes shut her eyes as he continued his torment, sending waves of ecstasy through her. Swiftly, Aleksander brought his mouth up to hers and moaned into it.

His fingers find their way back to her nipples, his thumb tracing the bud before a finger slips into her, stretching her out before sliding in another. They curl upwards in a firm thrust; his cold rings adding an extra added pleasure, the sensation tickled and contrasted with how hot she felt.

The building pressure collecting in her lower abdomen released as she came in small, hot waves. Aleksander doesn’t stop his menstruation as he helps her through her ride. If anything, he picks up his pace on her swollen clit and chuckles as he watches her struggle to open her eyes.

Then he pulls away and she frowns at the lack of touch. Her chest heaves while Aleksander has to take a moment to calm down. His heart thumps wildly in his chest, his mind clouded with the most lustful thoughts as he stared hungrily at her.

Aleksander was a man of great patience and restraint, however, he’d never have been so restless in his life as he grazed her feverish skin. His body ached with need, uncontrollable desire and he wondered if he could die from the sheer, uncomfortable need of her.

Her lips licked in anticipation knowing that the night had only just begun.

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— RYOMEN SUKUNA || LET ME MARK YOU THEN

↳ featuring : ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sex, mention of hickeys and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 22 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.7k

↳ synopsis : (modern!AU) after your lectures, you decided to pay your tattoo artist boyfriend a little visit only to then be persuaded to let him draw a tattoo design on you even though you never actually wanted a real one to be marked with.

↳ barista’s notes : just a little gift to you all before today’s episode and the reset the ‘coffees in progress’ list (wip) when i get enough sleep and after my disgusting online classes, i hope you enjoy the free cup of coffee everyone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ - also i feel like this is the longest imagine i have ever posted ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ

Having a morning full of tedious lectures was not someone’s ideal day and it was definitely not yours. Although, there was nothing you could do but pursue them through with as much enthusiasm and determination that you could possibly muster while being impatient about the hands on the clock taking forever to move a single inch.

However, at this moment in time, you were able to escape the suffocating lecture hall after many hours for today and was now walking down the busy streets of Tokyo with a white plastic takeaway bag in one hand while the other was occupied with your tote bag that was resting on your shoulder, which surprisingly kept hold of some of your textbooks as well as your laptop giving you some reassurance that the bag that your boyfriend gave you was going to last for quite some time.

Looking around the busy quarter of the capital, you began to notice a few high school students roaming about here and there with some hanging out with their friends - mostly likely going to a cafe or to the nearest karaoke lounge that they could find - while other were either rushing home as they entered the station or to their part-time jobs that they had managed to obtain for a few extra bucks to save up for their next step in life. Noticeably, there were also a few adults out and about with some working as street-food vendors selling delicious treats that you would be craving if you weren’t so full while others were dressed extremely professional with their laptops out on their cafe/restaurant table to what seemed like they were on their lunch break.

‘He should be on his lunch break right now, but if not, I’ll just put his food in the shop’s fridge’

Continue walking to your destination, you finally reached to a quieter area with the city leading you to then stand in front of a glass order with a ‘closed’ sign in front along with another extremely noticeable sign proudly stating ‘Malevolent Shine’ to which if you had said that to any tattoo fanatic within Japan, they would instantly know what you were talking about.

Opening the door, there was a sudden noise of a ring being heard leading you to immediately look up to see the silver bell that you told him to arrange since he always got annoyed about the number of potential clients popping up without his acknowledgement only to tell him that they didn’t book an appointment at all causing him to become more irritated - and as a matter of fact, you couldn’t blame him at all.

Looking around the tattoo shop that you had entered, there wasn’t a single person in sight leading you to come to the conclusion that you were right about his lunch break since his assistant would be at the front desk if they weren’t. Although there was no one to greet you, the dark atmosphere did. It gave an odd sense of comfort with its hints of red that could calm a customer down if they were worried about the tattoo they were committing to having on their body or if it was their first - especially when it came to him.

“Oya~ ain’t you a sexy customer? But I’m afraid we’re closed, but I don’t mind giving you a private session if you want, kitten” someone smoothly stated, leading your eyes to slowly shift to the person who was leaning against the desk with a confident smirk on his face. There he was, the mastermind behind the whole shop itself.

“Well, I’m not coming in for a tattoo but I am here to give a little gift, Sukuna,” you mischievously stated, as you lifted the white bag with the takeaway you had ordered for the man himself, leading him to look at you in surprised before tilting his head indicating you to come to the back with him.

Following his lead, you placed the bag on his table once you reached the backroom before placing your tote on the floor beside the table’s leg so it didn’t fall, letting any of your precious studious contents to be lost as well as avoiding any damage to your laptop.

“I’m surprised you’re using the bag, kitten,” Sukuna suddenly commented, as he sat on his chair while pulling out the white styrofoam box of Thai food that he always ordered along with a bento box that was wrapped in a black cloth.

“Well, how could I not? You did buy it for me,” you quietly mentioned as you took off your black longline coat before placing it behind your chair since there was nowhere else to put it.

“Did you make this?” Sukuna quickly questioned as he lifted the bento box causing you to nod at his question once you saw what he meant leading you to state, “I didn’t know if you were going to stay back tonight, so I prepared some food for you in case,” causing Sukuna to smirk since you were right about your assumption and it did catch him by surprise since he didn’t mention it to you today when he left your shared apartment.

“Thanks,” he quietly muttered before pulling his chair closer towards you so he could place a lingering kiss on your cheek to show his appreciation towards you. “How was class?” he then asked, as he began to unwrap the cloth of the box to your surprise since you bought his favourite item from the Thai restaurant but made no mention of it.

“Annoying, it was suffocating in there but the lecture was interesting so that’s a plus,” you answered, as you began to scan his messy desk that displayed the many drawings that he was working on. Some of the designs that Sukuna was drawing were almost complete, while others were in the same situation but for some odd reason, it was crossed out as if he was unsatisfied with the outcome that it was going to have which lead you to be perplexed since some of the drawings were incredibly detailed and beautiful. However, you didn’t have the eyes of an artist like your boyfriend did, instead, you had the eyes of someone that was able to analyse things exceedingly well hence why you decided to pursue a career as a criminal lawyer.

“How has the shop been while I was away?” you asked, as you carefully picked up one of the designs that the tattoo artist seemed to have scraped leading him to answer with an annoyed huff. “A pain, there’s been so many dumbass people coming in thinking they could just walk in and get a tattoo done immediately without even booking a meeting,” Sukuna answered before taking a bite of the soy-glazed fried chicken you made as he then continued with, “it was a good idea to get the bell since I could see if it was a customer I knew or not,”.

Looking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but smile at the man as he continuously munched the context in the box as if he hadn’t eaten in the past week when in reality he had been raiding the fridge back home only just this morning. Slowly, you turn your head back to the paper that you were holding as you continued to admire the work of art right in front of you.

To be honest, it was quite simple compared to all the other ones that were lying about on his work desk but that didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. The light sketch depicted a short section of a branch or stem decorated with different types of beautiful flowers and next to it was the same design with the only difference of it being coloured lightly in case the client wanted to have options.

“What happened here?” you asked before tilting the paper to the side, letting Sukuna have a glance at the design he decided to discard.

“Oh, the client cancelled since I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Sukuna casually stated leading you to nod before taking another look at the design with a small smile on your face. Sadly, it was such a waste since the design was beautiful and it was disappointing to not see Sukuna put this beautiful art into life.

Some people might wonder why you were so calm about the statement he had just given you, heck even his younger twin brother Itadori Yuji thought it was weird that it didn’t bother you as much as other girls would have been. The reason was that you were so used to him having female attention as well as male attention and it wasn’t a surprise when people would book an appointment with him just for a fling or hoping for something more than just that - and even though you were calm, there was also a hint of jealousy and fear within your heart that you couldn’t help.

It was like the first time you saw him in your second year of high school.

ꕥ

Stretching your arms, you had finally finished the last sheet of the budgets for the school clubs leading you to carefully clip the pile of sheets into the folder as you then stood up from your desk before quickly heading out of your homeroom, so you could give the documents to the student council president, who was a third-year within your school.

However, as you were walking past a few classrooms with some people greeting you with a smile, you came to a sudden halt when you saw a whole crowd of female and males students in front of you leading to a blockage of the halls and a blockage of the classroom you need to go through to hand the documents to your senior.

“Did you hear, I heard he was back?!”

“I can’t believe he’s back, I missed him so much!”

“I like Yuji’s kind and goofy personality, but how could you not love a bad boy like him?”

‘Bad boy?’

Carefully, you managed to find a gap between the sea of students and forcibly made yourself fit within the gap before badly struggling to make it through the arc of the classroom door leading you to nearly trip the second you got the chance to push through the gap to ender the class. Quickly looking around, you found your senior sitting next to someone who looked like your friend and basketball club member Itadori Yuji - well more like a mature replicant of the boy you were used to. However, unbothered by the sudden appearance of the new third-year, you speedily made your way to the council president and handed him the booklet that he needed today leading you to receive his gratitude.

Yet, before you could even take a single step away from your senior, you unexpectedly felt someone grab your wrist causing you to quickly turn around to find Itadori’s replica behind you leading to a few gasps coming from the students from the outside as well as in the homeroom.

“Is there an issue?” you firmly asked, as you looked down at his hand that had a tight grip on your wrist causing you to have a small glance at the two black bands that were tattooed around his wrist - even though it was prohibited to have any in your school, you weren’t the type to scold someone for having them since you weren’t sure on how the teacher’s thought it affected someone’s education.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” the salmon-haired third-year curiously asked, as he began to admire your wrist by gently turning it for your veins to come into view before beginning to trace your skin with the tip of his thumb causing a light shiver to go down your spine due to the ticklish feeling as well as his deep voice which was the complete opposite to what you thought it was going to be.

‘So this is the infamous Sukuna everyone was talking about’

“Not really,” you answered as you looked at him causing his eyes to look back at you before you continued with “I don’t think it would suit me at all,”.

“I disagree,” Sukuna counteracted, as he went back to admire the blank canvas of your wrist that he wanted to draw on so badly. No not draw. Mark. “I think you’ll suit something, maybe something on your neck or collarbone at best actually,” Sukuna mentioned leading you to give him a confused expression before he then proceeded with his speech by saying, “I’ll convince you one day and mark you brat”,

‘What...did….he….just….call….me..?’

“Ah...good luck with that idiot,” you stated in an annoyed tone leading to a few of the admiring student to gasp at your wording as well as sudden confident as they were scared on what was going to happen to you now since Sukuna wasn’t the type to tolerate insults in a nice way no matter what gender you were. However, exceeding the audience’s assumptions, Sukuna began to smirk excitedly at your attitude as he suddenly found you more interesting than any other girl he has met at the back of the school.

“Be prepared, little kitten”

ꕥ

‘That nickname….’

Back then Sukuna was known to be a playboy from what you could recall, every week there was news on the new girl he had managed to convince to meet at the back alley of the school while you were just being a model student with the dream of going to law school. However, during the middle of the school year, you began to realise that the common scandalous news that seemed to be popular enough for it to be on the front cover of the newspaper began to gradually fade as Sukuna slowly pushed himself into your life since you were close with his twin brother due to your friend being part of the basketball team as the assistant coach - she even mentioned that ever since Sukuna came into your life he had stopped his acts and change slightly because of you to which, of course, you denied at the time.

It was during the first term of your third-year that you agreed to give Sukuna a chance since he was constantly annoying you by popping up at the school gate after school to ‘walk you home’ ever since his graduation - when in reality it was to take you out somewhere - without fail even when you had to stay in a few hours. However, you had given him three conditions since you were still conscious of the consequences of dating someone with such a disgraceful built reputation - much to his dismay, he shockingly agreed.

If you are going to have a fling with someone behind my back, don’t think about seeing or talking to me again.

I know you are sexually active, but you have to wait until I’m ready.

Don’t tattoo me.

Let’s just say that Sukuna had managed to keep condition number one in check and you didn’t have to worry about it at all, while with condition number two he didn’t have to wait that long for you to give in to your desires which you could tell he certainly enjoyed when you finally gave him the ‘okay’.

Number three though...

“Do you want to try that design out?”

Breaking from your daze, you quickly turned your head to find your boyfriend staring at you - with the bento box practically empty at this point - while tilting his head to the paper that was still within your grasp.

“I think you giving me hickeys are enough in my opinion, babe” you jokingly mentioned leading to both you and Sukuna laughing at each other slightly.

“I mean, do you want me to draw it on you to see how it looks?” he then asked, causing you to look at the floral design one last time before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Trying it out won’t hurt right?’

“I need a confident answer little kitten, where did that feisty attitude of yours back in high school go?” Sukuna teased, causing you to give him the side glance before giving him the verbal permission that he wanted, leading him to smirk at you since knew his mockery would get you to give him what he wanted since you were also the stubborn type - a side that he always loved to play with.

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to your before pausing, leading you to look at him in confusion since you had already pulled your wrist in front of him, the same area he had grabbed back in high school.

“You’re wearing a lot of clothing today,” Sukuna muttered as he began to fiddle with the collar of your white silk dress shirt causing you to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, “well it is getting colder since the Autumn season is coming around,” leading him to hum in an understanding tone as he continued to play with the smooth fabric.

“I want to draw on your collarbone area, I don’t want to draw on the area where the client wanted it to be,” Sukuna stated as he lightly pushed away your wrist leading you to realise why he paused. “You can,” you quickly mentioned leading the tattoo artist to look at you to see if you were lying, only to see nothing but the light of the trust within your eyes.

Slowly, Sukuna began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of your shoulders were exposed with the top half of your shirt resting on the side of your arms to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of your bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly.

Admiring the skin that was in front of him, Sukuna began to trace the area with his thumb before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the same side of your neck before cradling your face on the other side with his other hand - as if it was a way for him to say ‘thank you’ for letting him do this.

Regrettably pulling away, Sukuna quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards your collarbone to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favourite canvas causing you to shiver somehow due to how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon your skin. However, what got you shaking the most was the constant feeling of your boyfriend’s breath being felt on your upper body now that your shirt was basically off - it wasn’t completely off to the same feeling when you were underneath him the first time you allowed him to make his claim on you.

“Baby, it feels ticklish,” you commented, the second you felt a different sensation upon your skin leading Sukuna to glance up to check if you were alright like you were an actual client before placing another kiss on your jawline in a way to comfort you since he had switched to his skin markers to colour in the design he had drawn on you.

“You’re being a good kitten though, you’re not moving a lot then I thought you would,” the tattoo artist whispered leading you to quiver as his deep voice was not helping so much with your beating heart - erratic to the point where you thought he could hear or even feel.

Due to Sukuna concentrating, you couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing you to glance around your room with your eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading you to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves.

As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that the arrogant Sukuna needed it to be honest, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Sukuna had famously done. However, not to your surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing you to sigh since you couldn’t help it - you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for being an extremely handsome man.

Unexpectedly, you felt another kiss being placed upon your cheek causing you to look towards your boyfriend with a smile on your face - it was as if he knew what you were looking at. “I’m finished by the way,” Sukuna announced, causing you to look at him with widened eyes since the drawing session was a little faster than you had anticipated.

Reaching over to a drawer in his desk, Sukuna suddenly pulled out a mirror before passing it to you, leading you to lift up the little instrument to see the result that was drawn on your skin.

“You changed the design,” you quietly stated, as you began to tenderly trace the design with your index finger as you began to admire the piece of art that was masterfully drawn on your collar bone. The tattoo beautifully depicted a single strand of a blooming lavender across your collarbone with each petal in different shades of purple while the buds that weren’t in bloom were in a slight pale pink shade making you smile more since Sukuna drew this straight from his head causing you to have a hint of proudness for him.

“I wasn’t going to give you that previous design, it doesn’t suit you one bit,” the salmon-haired artist mentioned as he continued with, “I’m not going to let that disgusting design touch your skin, especially since this is the first time you let me mark you somewhat,” as he then moved behind you before placing his chin on your shoulder to look at you through the mirror you were holding.

“I might let you mark me permanently then,” you suddenly announced causing your boyfriend to look at you with a surprised look on his face leading you to giggle at his reaction.

“Yeah, let’s break condition three then, you can mark me this one time,” you informed him as you turned to look at him, causing Sukuna to give you his classic smirk before possessively grabbing your chin leading him to lean closer to you.

“Let me mark you then”

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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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The Royal Ball

Loki laufeyson x Fem!reader

Summary: There is an Asgard ball being hosted in the palace, Y/N is yet to find a date to accompany her. She’s disappointed when a certain God doesn’t ask her, however, what happens when he sees someone else getting a little too close for comfort throughout the night?

Warnings: lil bit angsty, self doubt, JEALOUS LOKI, fluffy ending

Word Count: 3.3k

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Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

It was a beautiful autumn’s day, crisp brown leaves were falling off of the large trees in the courtyard and scattering the cobbled ground. Loki and I had been wandering around for some time now, discussing everything from the books we’ve been reading to the dreams that have come to us in our sleep.

“And then this huge ghost thing was chasing me around the halls! and if that wasn’t weird enough, you popped up-”

“Ah, seeing me in your dreams are we, darling?” Loki chuckled, taking great pleasure at the fact that he had made an appearance in my subconscious, completely ignoring my distress at being chased by a supernatural being.

“Funny you should say that, right after seeing you, I woke up. The sight must’ve given me quite the scare.” I scoffed, a smile unable to stop itself from making its way onto my face, eyes meeting his, face etched with shock. With a hand to his chest, he spoke again in disbelief.

“You have truly offended me, love. I never knew you had this side to you.”

“What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” I winked, nudging his side slightly with my elbow.

“Really? Can you produce illusions?”

“No.”

“Look inside other people’s heads?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Turn yourself into a snake to scare your eight year old brother?”

“I still can’t believe you did that”

“My greatest achievement yet.” He smirked, the memory never failing to amuse him.

His stories always had me in awe of his capabilities, even if it was to give his brother a long-term fear, it was still an incredible talent. Whenever he tells me of his latest adventures or tricks, I always think of how well his title fits him. God of Mischief. Maybe that’s why I liked him much more than what a best friend should, not that I'd ever admit it. Not to him anyway.

We soon found ourselves standing next to one of the windows of the hallway, the crystal clear glass giving a beautiful view of the city of Asgard. From here, you could see the Queen’s gardens, full of flowers in all different colours and types, grass cut to perfection. You could see the families in the town, walking around the different buildings, children playing. It was lovely to watch, seeing everyone enjoy the seasonal weather and the light bounce off of the windows, it was ethereal.

“I never get tired of this.” I sighed, voice only slightly above a whisper

“Tired of what, love?”

“Just, this. This view, this kingdom, it’s incredible.” I looked up at Loki, trying to see if he was seeing the same beauty that I did. He was already looking at me when I met his eyes and upon seeing the way they sparkled, I assumed he did.

“Actually, speaking of the Kingdom, I have something to tell you. There’s-”

Abruptly stopping him from continuing his sentence, voices were heard from the other end of the hallway, though we couldn’t make out the words until they came closer. We gave each other a quick look of confusion before turning to see where the commotion was coming from, hearing the quick and heavy footsteps before being able to put names to the faces.

“Loki! Y/N!” A deep voice bellowed. Was that Thor making all of that noise?

Before I could process any more information, a blur of a pastel pink dress was in my face and hands were placed on my shoulders. I smiled down at the slightly out of breath figure using me as a support stand, it was Y/F/N.

“Wow, Y/F/N, you sound much different than when I spoke to you yesterday, did you drink something funny?” I chuckled, receiving a glare from my friend and a quiet laugh from the God beside me. Thor soon appeared next to Y/F/N, hands on his hips and head thrown back as he tried to compose himself.

“My God, Y/F/N, you run fast.” He pants.

“Care to tell us why you’re both running like madmen through the palace?” Loki speaks, one eyebrow raised in curiosity and what looked a little like concern.

“We..had to..tell you..there’s a ball..next week.” Y/F/N spoke, a bit more stable now, but still in between breaths.

I felt my eyes widen, a ball? I didn’t know Asgard held balls.

“Father is opening up the palace next week to neighbouring kingdoms, in hopes to be closer with them, open Asgard up to more trade opportunities, build relationships and whatnot.” Thor explained, emitting a loud sigh to come from Loki.

“I was just about to tell her, brother. Thank you for interrupting.” He rolled his eyes, half joking, half serious. I reached up and patted his shoulder gently, a small smile on my face.

“Maybe next time Lok” He nodded in response, I didn’t get a chance to comfort him much more before I was being pulled away by Y/F/N. With a small huff of surprise, I gave Loki a glance, silently apologising for our conversation being cut short, receiving a shake of his head in reply, affirming me to not worry about it.

“So.” she begins. “We need to find you a date and a dress. I’m thinking blue. I’m wearing purple so it’s probably best to avoid that one. Hmm. let’s see..oh! I know! we could- Y/N? You listening?” I snapped my head around, not missing the sly smile that was plastered all over my friend’s face.

“Y/F/N, don’t-”

“Loki! He has to be your date. You could wear green and match! If he’s even going to wear green, I'm sure I can get Thor to find out, I assume they’ll get ready together. And black accessories! I have so many ideas.” She clapped her hands, over-excited about the opportunity to plan this evening for us. Except for one minor detail.

“That sounds great, Y/F/N, it sounds wonderful, you’re just missing something.”

“Missing something? Oh, if you mean our hair then i’ve already-”

“No, not our hair. Loki hasn’t asked me, and I doubt he will.” I spoke, the second half coming out more as a whisper, my heart dropping a little at the thought. He’d never really expressed having those kinds of feelings for me and I'd always seen him be close with different girls around the palace, he’ll probably ask one of them.

“He might ask you, you never know what’s around the corner.”

“I guess so, we’ll have to wait and see.”

And that was the last we spoke of it before she went into full planner mode again, while I continued to ponder over all of the thoughts running through my head. I mean, he could ask me, right?

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He didn’t.

After talking about it with Y/F/N, I had a glimmer of hope that maybe I was wrong, maybe I hadn’t noticed something that she had, that Loki would approach me and ask me to be his company for the evening.

I spent the next couple of days with him, hoping he would ask me, everytime a pause would appear in conversation, maybe he was finally going to do it. And everytime, a little bit of the hope I had, had fizzled out.

I’d even considered other reasons as to why he hadn’t asked, maybe the King didn’t want him and Thor to have dates so that they could mingle with members of the other kingdoms. Of course that theory had flown right out one of the Palace’s windows when Y/F/N told me that Thor was going to be her date. I was right then, he wasn’t wanting to go with me.

I guess I understood, I’m the best friend, we’d always been that. I think a part of me just thought that maybe he, like me, wanted something a little more. Clearly, I was mistaken.

Y/F/N and I had been getting ready for a while now, our hair was styled to perfection, our dresses were on and both of us were fully accessorized. We were looking at ourselves in the mirror, doing spins and curtseys and gushing over how good the other looked.

“You look amazing tonight, Y/N, really. Loki is missing out.”

“Thank you, and I'm sure his date is beautiful.” I spoke, fidgeting with the fabric of my dress, trying to avoid the subject and the twisting knot in my stomach at the thought of him with someone else all night. “You look incredible! You were right to pick purple, it’s definitely your colour.”

“Y/N’s right, you look gorgeous.” Thor declared, leaning against the doorway sporting a black suit and a dark purple tie, the perfect match with his date’s dress. I could feel my eyes light up when seeing how happy the simple, yet effective comment had made Y/F/N. Rushing over, she engulfed Thor in a hug before leaning up slightly and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Ah and can’t forget, Y/N, you look stunning tonight.” He gestured to me, arm almost scanning me up and down.

“Stop, you’ll make me blush.” I laughed. “You both head off, I’ll catch up.”

“Are you sure? We don’t mind waiting?” Y/F/N questioned.

“Don’t be silly. You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you there.”

With a nod and a wave, they were off. They really did look like a perfect match tonight. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, fixing any stray hairs, flattening any kinks in my dress. Realistically, I was probably trying to prolong leaving for as long as I could. I was excited, but I was turning up on my own while everyone else had someone, it was a bit nerve-wracking. I still wanted to look my best though.

“Stop trying to convince yourself that you look good, you could literally blow an army of men away by looks alone.” A voice spoke, I spun to see who was speaking, the flash of green was enough to decipher who it was.

“You look lovely tonight, darling.” He grinned, the pet name had set off butterflies in my stomach.

“Thank you. As do you.”

“Well, I did put in an effort, nice to know it’s appreciated.” He joked, a breathy laugh left my lips, entertained by his words.

“Yes, well, I'm sure plenty of others will too.”

“The eyes will never leave me, I'm sure. Unless they��re on you, then I'd be surprised if I get even so much as a glimpse in my direction. Someone is a very lucky guy tonight, that’s for sure.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, confused by his statement.

“Well, they get to be beside you all evening, it’s a beautiful view.” He winked.

It could’ve been you, I thought. I knew he was joking, however that didn’t stop the fire in me from igniting.

“I could say the same for you, someone is a very lucky girl.”

“I’ll be sure to let her know if she ever thinks otherwise.” Joking, again.

So he had asked someone. Albeit disappointed, I'm happy he’s happy. Though I still wish I was the girl in question, I couldn't stop him if he was interested in someone else. That wasn’t fair.

Giving him a brief nod and a tight lipped smile, I picked up the front of my dress a little bit and made my way out of the room and downstairs to the ball. I could still enjoy myself, the night is young, I've got this.

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“It was crazy! And let me tell you, my dad was so angry with me. He didn’t let me serve Turkey again after that year.” Charlie, a guy that I had met an hour or so ago, finished his story of the Christmas horror he had, allowing me to relax for the first time that evening. Up until now, it had felt like all I’d seen was either happy couples, or stares from across the room. Usually the second and usually Loki. The same Loki who had a girl’s arm linked with his and was looking at him like he held the world in his grasp. I broke the gaze, finding it difficult to look at the pair for any longer, as I turned back to Charlie so he could have my attention again, a lazy smile was present as he took a sip of his wine.

“I don’t blame him, really, it sounds like you started a riot!” I exclaimed, sending us both into a full on belly laugh, thinking back to the story. This continued for another five or so minutes, laughter turning into a low chuckle, as if we were about to be told off for how loud we were being. Just as my hand had reached his arm to help hold me up, saving me from laughing myself into the ground, Loki and his date had made their way over.

“Enjoying ourselves, I hope?” He beamed, taking one look at me before giving his full attention to Charlie.

“Yes, yes we are, thank you. How about the two of you?”

“Ye-”

“It’s been fine, yeah, good. So, what’s your name then?” Loki interrupted, his date having no choice but to leave him to respond instead.

“I’m Charlie Fernsby.” He held his hand out, greeting Loki. A gesture that was very awkwardly not reciprocated as he let his hand fall back to his side before Loki spoke up again.

“Charlie..Charlie, now, isn’t that a girl’s name?”

“Loki!” I scolded, giving him an evil side glance, what was he doing?

“No, no it’s okay. Yeah, it can be used for girls too, but it's common for boys to have the name Charlie.” Polite as ever, he responded. A mischievous look made its way onto the God’s face. Oh no.

“So, I take it your parents wanted a girl?”

“I- I’m sorry?”

“I assume your parents wanted a girl, considering they’ve given you a girl’s name?” I rolled my eyes, this teasing was unnecessary.

“Charlie, let’s go and get a drink.” I tried to tug him away, only to be halted by another sentence leaving my best friend’s mouth.

“It was only a question, I'm sure he doesn’t mind answering, do you Carl?”

“Charlie.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said-” I tried to interject, but he was quick to stop me

“I know what I said, Y/N, but I'm speaking to him. Let him answer the question.”

Loki’s date was long gone by now, she’d left to speak to another group of people, presumably another few couples, leaving us three to have this discussion, thing, whatever you would think to call it.

“I’m just saying, maybe they would’ve preferred a daughter, seeing as they’ve very obviously made that clear.” He beamed, expecting me to join in and agree with him, I don’t find this funny. At all.

“Can you excuse us, Charlie? Loki, A word.” I pointed to the door, giving him a look implying for him not to test me.

“I’m in trouble. Wish me luck Carlos.”

“Charlie.”

“I know, that’s what I said.”

I pushed him all the way out the door, into the hallway and round the corner so as not to disturb everyone else’s evening. When I’d made sure there was no one else around, I looked up at the Asgardian, my arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, I wasn’t impressed anymore.

“So, are we out here for some hide or seek, or?”

“What the hell was that in there?!” I raised my voice slightly, his need to always make everything a joke wasn’t working this time. He had his night, his date, he didn’t need to come over and insult mine.

“What was what, darling? I was making conversation.”

“You were making fun of him.”

“No, I showed some concern about his parents choices, that’s all. Friendly advice if anything.” He looked a bit more frustrated with me now, as though he was stating the obvious and it was going over my head. I wasn’t having it this time.

“No, Loki. You weren’t and you know you weren’t. You had your date, she was fine, you were fine-”

“Well-”

“Let me finish. Everything was fine. Until you caught sight of me having a friendly conversation with another guy who wasn’t you. But guess what Lok, I’m allowed to do that! I’m an adult, I can speak with whoever I like!” My arms were all over the place now, my frustration was starting to show itself, it seems I had a bit pent up.

I saw his lips move, I heard something, but it was so quiet I couldn't make it out.

“Speak up, Loki. I can’t hear you.”

“I said, if you think he was just being friendly, you’re clearly out of your mind.”

Is he serious?

“Are you- Loki, you have no right to make a judgement on who and how and why I interact with other people. Not that it should matter to you anyway, you’ve spoken to other women before and I've never said a word or tried to stop you. Why does this matter so much?”

Silence.

“No, please, go on, tell me, enlighten me as to why this bothered you so much tonight, because trust me, I'm dying to know, truly.” I was shouting now, I just wanted answers for his behaviour, I didn’t think it would be this difficult.

His hands had made his way into his trouser pockets, eyes looking everywhere before settling on mine. He looked conflicted, I wanted to drop it when I saw his troubled gaze, but I couldn’t go back in there without an explanation.

“Ple-”

“I like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, love? That I was so uncomfortable seeing some you get close with some guy that I had to embarrass him in front of you? Something I'm sure my father won’t be so impressed to hear, but there, you’ve got your confession.” His voice had gone much louder than mine, taking me by surprise, so much so that it took me a minute to process what he had said. He liked me?

He turned to leave, I assume because I hadn't said anything for a matter of minutes, but I gently grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards me. I looked up into his eyes again. I was so close that you could see the specs of different colours spotted in them, they were flawless. This view beats the Asgard view anyday.

“Why didn’t you mention this before?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Worried I guess. We’d never spoken of moving past friendship and I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“I’m more than interested, Loki.” I grinned, my smile meeting my eyes, never leaving his.

“Not Chelsey?”

“For the love, it’s Ch-”

I couldn’t say his name, a certain pair of lips had stopped me from doing so. As they molded against mine, my hands went up to tangle themselves in his hair, his hands falling to my waist and pulling me closer, I didn’t even think that could be possible. We pulled away when we needed to catch a breath, foreheads falling against each other, smiles painted on both of our faces.

“I bet I'll be in your dreams again tonight.” He whispered.

“I bet I'll be in yours.”

“Always are, Darling. Always are.”

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startanewdream · 3 years

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#15 from kissing prompts please😂😂😂 with sirius interupting them?

Hello! This prompt fit so well with Shirtless (Braless?) Lily June, that I just had to write it, so thank you so much for providing me the inspiration.

And because #15 was rather steamy, this is rated M ;)

‘You are gonna be the death of me, Evans,’ declares James, voice heavy and strangled, all of his attention occupied with kissing her neck, his hands sliding over the curve of her waist unable to decide where to focus.

Lily lets out a snort, amused (unlike him, her hands are purposefully feeling his chest under the opened buttons of his shirt, because Lily knows exactly what she wants).

‘Am I back to Evans, now?’

James could answer, something about how he only slips into her last name when he isn’t thinking clearly because he very much enjoys calling her Lily, but words are overrated. And he has much better use for his mouth, now busy with finding that particular spot under her ear that always makes her let out a soft moan.

Two weeks. They’ve been dating for a fortnight and James already knows one particular spot in Lily Evans and, by Merlin, he wants to know so many more; there are so many things he wants to share with her.

Like that night, for instance. Slug’s Club traditional Christmas party. It’s an event, and it's a big one as far as James is concerned; it’s their first formal date for all purposes, and he was intent on doing everything right, being the perfect boyfriend.

Things had been according to his plan — he’d given her flowers to celebrate it, nice winter flowers of the colour of her outfit (which he had goaded Mary into telling him); he’d trained dancing to waltz with her (Sirius had helped him as his best friend, under the chuckles of their friends); he had even managed to comb his hair so it looked moderately tamed for once.

Then everything had gone south the moment Lily had taken off her cloak when they reached Slug’s office, to reveal a sparkling blue dress that matched less the cold night and more of James’ dreams of her.

It was not that it wasn’t obvious that James was quite attracted to her; it wasn’t like it was a secret that he found her beautiful, and particularly tonight with the careful make-up on her face, that strawberry red on her lips and the smokey effect around her eyes that made the green glint dangerously.

But his attraction for her became corporeally obvious the moment she revealed her dress, a light blue, sleeveless satin dress with a v-neck, that hung loosely above the waist and clung to her hips.

He should be able to drift his eyes from her cleavage, he should ignore the swell of her breasts that the dress made sure to highlight, if not for the fact that when his gaze met hers, Lily was smirking.

Not any smirk.

That I-know-I-am-driving-you-crazy smile that James himself had used on her before they began dating.

He can respect her for choosing carefully the moment to make him prove his own poison. Merlin, he loves her for that.

A better man might resist, might pull off a fight for his pride and refuse to let her tempt him so easily, but James was never proud when it came to Lily. So he endured all the party, still relenting in the idea of being the perfect date, and the moment dessert started being served, James figured it was enough.

Lily didn’t bat an eye when he asked her if they could go back. That smirk had not left her face all party, and she didn’t even look surprised when at the moment the portrait closed behind them in the Common Room, James pushed her against the wall, his lips crashing over hers with a desperation that suggested he hadn’t seen her in weeks.

Not in those clothes, that he hadn’t seen her ever, but it’s a sight he can get used to as far as he knows.

They are alone in the Common Room, only the embers of the fireplace illuminating the room, with no expectation of anyone coming to find them. So it’s easy, embarrassingly easy, for his hand to slide the strap of her dress until the middle of her arm, only her breast holding it in place.

His lips are still over her neck, now arched to give him the best access she can, and his gaze falls to her cleavage that the dress reveals so nicely. She’s not wearing any bra and somehow this realization — though he should already know it — presses more his desire for her. He let his mouth follow the trail of the freckles she has on the shoulder until he’s kissing the top of her breast. She shudders but does not reprimand him.

He places small kisses over any exposed flesh he has access to, then he raises his hand on her waist, just enough to hold her under her breast. His thumb moves carefully, feeling the swell of her breast, and her sharp intake of breath makes him pause.

His eyes meet hers when he raises his head.

‘James,’ she calls him, breathless; her green eyes are a black pool as she stares at him, unblinking. ‘Don’t stop.’

It seems both a request and an order, but whatever it is, James will fulfill it. His hand moves away from her breast enough to finish sliding the dress strap off her arms, and then the sight of her left breast greets him, the nipple hard, up and down with her heavy breathing.

Merlin, he could stare at it forever.

But it would not be enough, so he lets his hand touch it again, feeling it, thumb over her nipple in a way that makes her moan (particular spot number two, he thinks, recording it dutifully), and then his lips replace his thumb. Her hands react immediately, burying themselves in his hair, messing it in a much more spectacular way than James could do it, and giving him a very clear instruction.

She doesn’t want him to move away.

Which suits him just fine, because he feels he won’t ever want to move away either, not with the sounds that escape from her lips as he slides his tongue over her breast, desperate to kiss everything, to taste the flavour of her skin, to immerge into the scent of her body.

A hand searches her other breast, over her dress, urging him to find some balance after all, and the other hand holds her back, dangerously close to her bum, and by Merlin he doesn’t want to stop. He frees both of his hands, trying to lift her dress, but the skirt is too tight.

‘James,’ she calls him once more, his name feeling eternal on her lips, a siren call he can’t refuse. He stops kissing her just enough to lookat her. ‘We can go upstairs.’

That made him hesitate, not because he is unsure, but because he wants it very much; his body is making it obvious how much, and by the way Lily rocks her hips carefully against the front of his body, she knows it too. He takes in her figure, lips swollen from the precious minutes they spent kissing each other, face pinkened with the heat of their movements, and then her dress, strapless on one side to reveal her breast, so tantalizing.

And still…

‘Are you sure?’

‘We don’t —’ she pauses, a flush heavier than before arising in her cheeks. ‘We can just —’

‘We’ll see,’ he agrees, his mouth covering hers while his hand helps her put the dress strap back in place.

Then she holds his hand and follows him upstairs, pausing only to take down her heels so she can walk quietly. The door of his dorm room opens without any sound; the entire room is silent, all curtains down in the beds, and James was never more grateful for this fact.

He guides Lily to his bed, careful to push the curtains around them, letting only a tiny gap for the moonlight to illuminate the bed; it’s not a full moon but it’s more than enough for him to see Lily’s face and that’s all he wants. She looks both defiant and nervous.

She lays in the bed, her gorgeous hair now out of the braid she had used for the party, all curls spreading out over his pillow. It’s a gorgeous sight and he lays on top of her, careful to sustain his weight on his arms as he bends down to kiss her again. Her hands work expertly in his shirt, finishing to open the buttons there, her nails sinking into his back. He muffles his moan into her mouth.

Now his hands can work into both of the straps of her dress, sliding them out of their arms so she is laying in the bed naked from above the waist; he feels her breasts touching his chest and this notion (Lily is his bed half-naked) sends a wave of pleasure and desire down his body, inhumanly stronger than before. He breaks their kiss desperate to feel again the taste of her skin, to let his tongue glide against her nipple, to hear the pure purr in her throat.

‘Lily,’ he moans, and she stops him, so close to her breast, that it’s almost painful.

‘Shhh,’ she remembers, a finger over his lips in warning; he answers by kissing her finger, then her wrist, raising her hand above her head. She offers him her other arm, allowing him to trap them together as he moves his free hand over her chest. Her heart is beating so fast that he can see the vein of her neck pulsing. ‘Please,’ she mouths.

He complies at once, lips covering her breast, enjoying how she arches her back as if she needs to be even more close to him. That’s a feeling he certainly shares, moving his body just enough to centre with hers, a soft groan escaping from his mouth as her hips move to match his movement.

And then he needs to stop kissing her at all, biting his lips with enough force to draw blood, because Lily’s hand are working now over his pant, one hand opening the belt and the other feeling the length of him, the one undeniable evidence of how much he wants her —

‘James?’

Sirius’ voice breaks the silence of the room, sounding louder than a bell, a call to reality in a dream James really doesn’t want to wake from at the moment.

Lily’s hands stop suddenly, still around him, her eyes open widely as they stare at each other, both wishing that Sirius was just dreaming (and James won’t even tease Padfoot for calling his name in his sleep).

‘I know you are there,’ Sirius says, voice dangerously close. ‘I heard you coming.’

No, you didn’t, James thinks.

‘Is everything okay? You came back early.’

James forces his voice out. ‘Everything’s fine, Padfoot, go back to sleep.’

‘Are you sure? Is everything all right between you and Lily?’

In another moment James would appreciate Sirius’ concern for his relationship — that he roots for more than anyone else, he knows. But now, as her hands leave his body to redress herself, embarrassment all over her face, James feels only flustered.

‘Yeah, yeah. Just let me rest.’

There is a pause. ‘Fine,’ Sirius says, evidently upset, walking back to his bed. ‘Forget that I asked.’

Now James sighs guiltily, and Lily throws him a sympathetic look. James moves, coming to rest at her side, their moment painfully broken.

‘Sorry,’ he whispers, as low as he can.

She turns to him, her hand supporting her head. ‘It’s fine. We shouldn’t really…’

He refrains from sighing unhappily. He knows Lily is right. They’ve been only dating for two weeks after all, and there is no rush for anything. They can enjoy just each other’s company, taking this slow — Merlin, he’s so stupid for not being able to control his feelings — no, his lust, so unchivalrous —

‘I mean, your friends are there,’ she adds, oblivious to his thoughts. ‘In the holidays we can find a room just for us.’

He blinks, eyes widening, heart racing desperate in his chest.

‘So you mean —’

‘Only if you want.’

In answer, he looks down, to the place where his body still makes evident how much he wants her. She lets out a giggle, that he muffles kissing her longly.

‘Holidays,’ he agrees later, breaking apart with difficulty. She watches him with fondess before sighing.

‘I should go.’

‘No, stay, please.’ He offers her his arms, which Lily accepts with a soft smile, sinking into his embrace. He caresses her back. ‘Very innocent.’

‘Hmmm. Just a while. Until Sirius sleeps.’

He agrees with his head, placing a kiss on her forehead.

‘I think he’s already sleeping, Lily,’ comes a voice from the other bed.

‘Yeah, he sleeps quick,’ adds Peter.

This time James doesn’t bother muffling Lily’s nervous giggle, joining her. Holidays, he thinks. A room just for the two of them. No noisy friends.

#Jily #Sirius Supports Jily #But he is clueless sometimes #Someone should teach Muffliato to these kids #Kissing Prompts #Jily fanfiction #t: fanfiction

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Dottore with short drabble “You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.”

Something angsty pls? Thank you!

Tainted Glass [Dottore x Reader/Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: Can you escape the prison you made?

(A twisted Cinderella story. The girl was covered in cinders because she was fatally addicted to drowning in flames.)

Warnings: angst, emotional abuse, violence, death

(A/n): To be honest anon, I didn’t know what the word ‘drabble’ means until I googled it. I uh...hope you don’t mind the length :>

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You fell back against the cold hard floor with your arms bent and head turned sideways. The stinging pain spreads across your cheek. It burns. But your mind was still trying to register what had just came into fruition.

Why?

The thought was so foreign somehow as if you could hardly believe he was doing this. But then the scene plays in your head again. You froze, your gaze enlarged and clueless while staring at the pale ground as it slowly begins to darken in the seeping movement of his menacing, haunting shadow.

"Insolent woman, you wretch!" He spat in a disgusted tone, "How dare you speak to me in such demanding manner? Have I already told you, only talk when you have something important to say?"

You didn't respond, rather you merely let the strands fall in front of your vision as you gingerly pressed your hand against the place where he hit you.

I…don't quite understand…

Dottore glowers down at your hunched form. He was never a man known for the virtue of patience. This man, the one who calls him your husband, you learned a long time ago to not meet his eyes as they would signal a hint of dominance amidst his authority, especially during moments like these. You came to feel his eyes instead, they were usually intense and full of wrath, sometimes crazed and curious while looking at his finest creations. He always loved experimenting in his labratory. After all, it was the only thing that could truly make the madman smile.

What is it that I'm missing? Where did I go wrong?

And you would do anything to obtain at least a fraction of the love he had left in his heart.

He marches onward with heavy footsteps, paying no mind to your well-being, "Tch get out of my sight. I don't have the time to entertain with anymore these theatrics."

At the sound of him leaving you darted your attention towards him, "Wait, come back. Come back, " you plea softly, "Hector…" But he ignores your call. The back of your fiance disappears behind the door and slams it with a resounding thud. He was gone. You couldn't save him.

"No," As a result, you burried your face into your palms and cried.

“I'm sorry.”

…

What is love?

Being raised in one of the most prestigious bloodlines of Fontaine, a life filled with riches since your parents were well known scholars throughout Teyvat, they provided you and your family with everything you needed. From exquisite dishes to priceless jewelry, yet even among those riches you never did find an answer to your question. They were tangibles and short-lasting, eventually leaving you with nothing until the glass of your heart was filled empty. They seemed to have cared more about their fortune along with the brightest child of their family line, your brother, a male heir, someone who fulfilled their expectations where you couldn't do so. And because he was able to give them what they wanted, he was loved.

I see, love is conditional.

Realizing that you possessed no talent to achieve what your brother had accomplished, you came to accept that you were undeserving of their love. Love was for the smart. Love was for the gifted. Love was for everything you are not. There was no place for your kind and thus you locked yourself up in your bedroom chambers along with your fragile heart where no one would try to find you, picking up the books upon the shelves and getting lost in their fantasies.

They told you many beautiful things about the world and many reasons why it was so tragic. Because they weren't real. The story begins with a princess who was a kind-hearted soul, deprived from the care of her evil stepmother and dreams of marrying a prince from a land far far away. They often end on a happily ever after with the princes finding her one true love. You've never seen anything like it. Where two people, despite the struggles they went through, loved each other unconditionally.

Unconditional love only exists in dreams.

Or so you thought to believe.

One day a man marched right at the doorsteps of your mansion. He was a student coming all the way from Sumeru Academia and had high hopes of building a business partnership with your father. The man was declined of course, you watched from the garden bushes as he was sent off back into his carriage. He stops abruptly and turns his head ajar to catch your figure, his inquisitive eyes were both striking and sharp. Like thorns of a rose that was ready to prick anyone who dares to come close. Even so, they made a very lasting impression.

Red eyes.

It was the first time that someone had looked your way.

Couple of months later, the government had arranged a grand ball where all nobles would gather and commit to building their social circle. Useless events. There was no reason for you to engage. While your parents were occupied with the latest gossips and your brother surrounded by fathers who were eager to marry their daughters to him, you snuck outside to the balcony and hid away from the crowd. Quiet at last. And as things should be. The moon was your only friend because she was just like you; half empty. Maybe that was why you still had a glimmer of hope for the other half to be filled.

Part white, you inquired, pristine and untainted. From far away it looked similar to snow.

"My, how pleasantly surprising."

While the other part was stained with black cinders.

You glanced over your shoulder to see a man leaning against the pillar. His mint coloured bangs were slicked back in a trendy fashion, complimenting the white suit he adorned himself with. The golden chains hanging around his ebony boots dangled and clanged with each step he took forward until the light finally reveals his face.

"You seem familiar," you say while squinting your eyes, "Are you the person my father rejected back in February?"

He quirks one brow and you were afraid if you had offended him. But before you could utter an apology, the man splits his lips into a toothy grin and bursts out into a maniac-like laughter. He was completely insane, you thought to yourself. Though he paid no mind to your discomfort and continued to dwell in his amusement, "Hahaha straightforward, I like it! So what if I am? Is it a requirement to be a noble for me to simply have a chat?"

"And if I may ask why?"

"Hmmm, why?" The man reaches for the balcony and presses his back there. He threw his head backward before drilling his ruby gaze into yours, "I too am not fond of annoying crowds. Those snobbish fools thinking they're above everyone else just because they have a couple of mora when that is all they are worth. It's almost too hilarious for my own good."

You could tell there was disdain in his tone. Mainly towards your father who were one of the many unkind nobles of Fontaine and was only liked because of his success. Gripping your hands upon the stone railings, you looked down at the distant trees below while the wind rustled them apart, "I can't deny that," you say dissapointedly, "It's common for nobles not to associate with lower classes as it could potentially ruin their image. Though I may not have been there but I'm sure you had much to offer in terms of your brilliance, erm, Mister…?"

"Hector," Hector placed a palm on his chest with a polite bow following suit, "Hector Dufour-Lapointé. It is a pleasure to make you an acquaintance Lady (Y/n)."

"You know my name?"

"How could I not?" Hector smirks lazily as he danced around you, "I saw you before hiding behind the rose bushes back in your estate. Quite curious why you didn't attempt to say hello."

He even remembers that too. You fiddled with the fabric of your dress, "My apologies. I'm not use to socializing so much."

“Is that so? I think you're not giving yourself enough credit," he complimented while shrugging, "This is much more entertaining than hanging in that insufferably crowded room, it was an unexpected occurence to meet you here of all places. However, I must say time can fly if I'm able to enjoy myself."

You shifted away from his stare, "You flatter me. We've only been talking for a few minutes."

"I have yet to realize it then" Hector's cheerfulness remains at stance despite your gloomy response. He leans forward like a curious child and tosses you a question, "Then allow me to ask, what brings you out here Lady (Y/n)? I don't see any reason when your family are such highly respected people of Fontaine."

"I'm not like them!" You retort instantly, causing the man to glance at you with skepticism, "I mean, I have nothing to do with them and they have nothing to do with me. That's just how it is. They already have Clement after all…"

Why am I telling him this?

"Ah your brother I assume. Yes so I've heard much about his genius mind. There were a few instances where he and I collaborated at Sumeru Academia," Hector speaks as if regarding to his unpleasant memories, "Although he never said anything about having a sister."

"We're not that close. And I'm not very fond of him," you confessed bluntly.

"Neither am I," Hector agreed with a scowl, "He claims his position using the knowledge derived from history books but never tries to think beyond the norm. That ignorant mindset of his will surely be his downfall one day."

"Ignorance can lead to anyone's downfall. If they turn a blind eye to the truth, so much can be taken from them," you paused shortly from rambling too much, "That's what I read in books at least."

"As expected of your lineage," he sighs whimsically, "Such avid readers."

"Well my family prefers documents and research. I've gone through them too but I will always love reading fiction."

"Ha! Seems you really are trying to be different from the rest of your family."

Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours, you had already forgotten about the cold breeze despite your dress being less than ideal for the outdoors. The man, although he can be a little to blathering at times, was more than what seemed to be on the surface. At first you thought of him as someone here to take advantage of your relations to your father but he seemed so sincere when listening to your stories, so eager while expressing his thoughts and even made you laugh a couple of times. You didn't realize that the clock had already struck twelve as the guests were preparing to leave but you just weren't ready to do the same.

"Until next time (Y/n)," he takes your fingers and pressed a kiss on top of them, though you were more struck by how he addressed you without honorifics, "I look forward to speaking with you again."

A warm smile graces your lips as you cursty, "Likewise Hector. Thank you for listening to me. I know I must have taken a long time."

Hector sneered but you already learned that it was simply his way of expressing amusement, "Hardly. I was thoroughly entertained."

When your parents found out about your meeting with him, they made it clear that you would never see him again. Hector Dufour-Lapointé is what he calls himself but the real name behind this man was Hector Valliere who came from a village hidden in the west of Fontaine. Rumours said that he was chased out of his hometown by an angry mob, claiming him to be a madman conducting unethical experiments on humans. Shortly after his arrival in Sumeru, he abandoned his past identity and replaced it with a new one in order to enter the academy under legal supervision. Associating with a man of a suspicious reputation would only cause harm to your family's name. Though you could barely care much about their reputation. There was nothing for you to benefit from it.

Few weeks have passed and you evetually gave up on the thought of hearing from Hector. They were only fleeting moments, nothing more. Your routine would stay the same as you kept on plucking more books off the shelves, killing whatever time you had. However the activities you used to enjoy somehow lost it's flair and there would be a slight pain in your chest whenever you turn to a page with the princess as she is surrounded by her friends. What exactly changed? Your family still treated you the same. Did you suddenly grow bored from doing the same thing everyday? Why is it that you feel much more lonelier despite being alone for so long? It was hard to tell in a singular perspective. If only there was someone here to give you some insights on things you couldn't see…

A silver bird lands by your front window and you nearly fell out of your chair as it flapped their wings violently. A machine?! They dropped what seems to be an envelope within the thick bushes before taking off and buzzing into the evening sky. You switched off the lock and lifted the glass within a single movement, snatching the piece of paper so that the wind wouldn't blow it away. Hastily you opened it. Both curious and cautious of why would anyone send you mail in such a discreet approach.

Chère Mademoiselle (Y/n),

I can only imagine the shock of your expression once reading this letter. I'm only writing to you since I assume that your father had already told you those nasty rumours about my past. No matter. I trust that you have a good head on your shoulders to not prejudge people using such miniscule details. I wish to speak with you again. Unless you have other plans staying in that stuffy room of yours, meet me behind the clock tower at 11:00 p.m. Don't be late.

Bien à vous,

"It really is him!" The happiness spreads all across your features as you clutched the letter to your chest. For some reason, your heart wouldn't stop racing. It was a simple yet thoughful action on his part but despite how short his greeting was, every word held the weight of a thousand sparks, "I…I can't stop smiling."

And without hesitation, you prepared to leave. No one noticed your absence.

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It was only halfway where you realized that Hector didn't give many details redgarding why he planned this sudden event. You caught sight of him standing under the roofs with his hands hidden behind his back. He had on his signature lopsided grin, brows uneven as he glanced at you casually.

"How very punctual, were you so eager that you couldn't wait?" He teases.

"I was surprised when your bird knocked upon my window," you inform, "Is it something urgent?"

"Not at all. I merely wanted to catch up with old times," Hector tilts forward to emphasize his suggestion, "Care to indulge me for a bit?"

You crossed your arms, "Then what is it that you're hiding behind your back?"

"Hmm?" He hums, "You mean this?"

"Ah!"

Roses. A bouquet of bright red flowers were presented to you, nicely wrapped in fabric. In the language of Fontaine, recieving them could mean multiple of things and you couldn't help but feel hesitant despite his thoughtful gesture, "Why are you giving me this?"

"Is it so wrong for me to be a gentleman? I thought it would be best to prepare you a gift after you put all that effort to come out in such a late hour," Hector mused to himself, "Especially when you had to make sure no prying eyes would catch us."

You let out a small laugh before accepting the bouquet, "I wouldn't go as far to say that."

"Oh?" Although it was hard to see, Hector managed to catch a glimpse of your flushed cheeks hidden behind the flowers. A darken smirk climbs onto his face at the inviting thought of what it could mean, "Tell me more."

The whole night you both spent walking around the empty plaza with only the stars as your guide. They paved a silver path reflected in the horizon above, free flowing like one of the many watercolour paintings hung in your chambers, uncertain where they may lead but you followed them regardless. If it weren't for Hector's inivtation you might have never known about the parts of your city due to the restricted lifestyle you lived. He listened to every one of them. The stories you had to tell when there was no one for you to talk to and the complaints about your brother whenever he wanted to snitch on your actions just to get the praise out of your father. You expressed your frustrations when speaking about your incompetences, joy after reading a good fairytale book written by your favourite author, there was so much to say that you were worried if Hector soon grew tired from them.

"Go on. I'm listening."

And your heart flutters again. Suddenly everything felt so light with each step you took, it was as if you walked across the stars in the sky rather than the heavy pavement of the ground you called your home. But even if happiness was a bliss, it tormented you. Because companionship made you realize how poor your were all along. That you had everything yet you had nothing, slowly withering away like the roses you held in your hand. Convinced that your existence was worth nothing more than nothing itself. Doomed to be dismissed and forgotten. Rotting away...Hector stays by your side as you cried softly into the night.

From a distance the bell rings and echoes just like the time before during Fontaine's grand ball. Hector shows you a secret route so that no one could find you.

"Will you write to me again?"

The request was so innocent, purely from genuine intentions and devoided of anything he had in mind. Hector would always laugh in these situations when things have gone unexpectedly yet pleasingly his way but held back knowing that it would be foolish to waste such a priceless opportunity. And so he gave you his smile, one full of secrets where you had mistakened it as a promise, "Of course my dear."

Every night you could no longer fall asleep since he had occupied your thoughts completely. Sometimes you'd dream of him and their tales would unfold similarly to the ones you have read. It gone to the point where the maids would have to wake you up during late afternoons due to the dramatic change in your sleep schedule. Though, you didn't care what they did to you. As long as no one found out about your secret rendezvous.

You never thought that there'd be a day where you would voluntarily give up reading your beloved fairytales. They were now replaced by a stash of his letters that have been accumulated over the past few months. You read them each day, pacing back and forth within the walls of your room, whispering his sentences as if he were the one saying them to you. He made you feel special. You were addicted to this feeling. Eventually you managed to memorize his words by heart.

The pages of your diary were filled with notes. Like your very own fairytale carved into reality. From the rose petal, now dried, to the hairpin he snatched from a distracted merchant and a single strand of his hair you found within your cloak after a warm embrace, all of these items, a remnant of the man you loved were taped up in these pages. Sometimes you could even feel his prescence because it was all you needed. It didn't matter if Clement threw insults about how worthless your existence was, your parents could lock you in this prison if they wanted to but they shall never take away Hector from you. Never. You swear it. He was your whole world and the prince who saved you from a life made of aching emptiness. You would do anything to keep him by your side. Anything to gain his affection.

Anything.

"I had a feeling that you were the culprit dear sister."

Your arms stutters as they clutched tightly on the scrolls you took off from the shelves. The light crept into the room like arms reaching out to clutch around your ankles, warning you for trespassing. You turned around dreadfully to see Clement pressing his shoulder against the doorframe with his arms folded and a wicked expression aimed at your pitiful state.

"Why…Why are you still awake?" You say in disbelief, "I thought everyone was asleep."

"Please. Not only are you shameless but hypocritical as well. You truly are a dissapointment to our family."

"Wait," taking a step forward, you stopped him before he makes his exit, "I'll put them back. Just don't tell father about this."

But like your parents, your brother was unkind. Clement doubles over and hugs his torso, cackling through his teeth, "Is that how it is?" He swipes his arm up and you see a parchment paper held between his fingers.

"No!"

"Ma chérie (Y/n). I must say all this tenacious effort of sneaking in my letters to your window is becoming more and more tiresome. But of course, you are an exception. I want the scrolls you've mentioned the other day at my lair tomorrow evening. Make sure no one discovers this. I'm counting on you. Cordialement! Hector."

"No…" you whispered, feeling the weight of the world fall upon your shoulders as it shattered apart. Hector. If possible, you hoped that the pieces could just crush you right then and there. Your knees felt weak and a fright takes over but despite your turmoil, Clement didn't show a shred of sympathy.

"So this is why you've been acting odd lately. Pathetic," he flaps the paper tauntingly in his grasp, "I can't decide if I should be impressed or baffled by your actions. A secret romance with a criminal and the bloodline of Fontaine's most respected government associates? Even though you've hit rock bottom, you still decided to dig deeper."

"Clement you don't understand!" Stumbling upon your footsteps, you desperately tried to convey your predicament even if it meant feeding his ego, "Hector is not the man you think. He was shunned by the people of his hometown, treating him as if he were nothing. They…They ignored him! All this time he needed someone to recognize his brilliance, someone to understand." Shakily, you brought your tensed arms to your chest and screamed a silent whisper, "Someone to listen but no one did. He must have felt so alone…"

Clement flinches when you suddenly clutched onto his biceps. When he looked into your eyes, a shiver ran down his spine.

"Hector is counting on me. I'm the only one who can save him. No one else. He needs me Clement, he needs me!"

"Tch."

An ear-splitting scream of his hand against your face echoes across the room. It knocked you out of your stance and you bumped into the table, grunting while the scrolls to tumbled to the floor.

"Crazy woman, I'm embarassed to be related to you!"

While you were still trying to regain your balance, your brother had already ran off. It wouldn't be long before he alerted your parents, the clock ticking away like sand until the final hour leaves you with nothing but an empty glass.

"No," despair swallows the strength away from your legs and you crawled towards where he used to stand, "Don't take him away from me…I need him…"

I can't live without him.

Tears begin to form by the corners of your eyes as you clenched your teeth. This was no time to cry. Balling your fists, you sprinted out of the room, pushing whatever stood in your way as if you were running for your life.

And if you considered everything else, it wasn't that far from the truth.

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"Hector! Hector are you there?" After arriving upon his house, you began knocking on his door aggressively. The lock clicks and you were greeted by an evidently annoyed man gnawing his teeth together.

"Tsk. There better be a good reason-"

"They're coming for us! We have to go. Now. Before it's too late. My father is probably already waking and making arrangements for you to-"

"Enough, I can't even catch what you're saying," He pinches the bridge of his nose while you were still stuck in a frenzy state. He takes a step back and opens the door wider, gesturing for you to come inside, "Get in already. I have a feeling that this will be a long night."

Hector observes intently at the words you tell him.

Not out of concern but akin to the way he watches the insects react when he exposes them to a different environment.

He was a scientist after all. A madman in which you deliberately fell in love with, so much to the point that he was able to feel pity for once. How you trusted him wholeheartedly with all of your vulnerabilities, emotions and secrets like handing him your parts just so he could put you back together again. Tinkering was always one of his favourite hobbies and he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride at the thought of you being completely wrapped around his finger.

Perhaps that was the reason why he loved you. Because he didn't love you. He loved you in parts.

"It was only a matter of time," Hector sighs. He sneaks his grasp into yours, knowing how much it affects you and puts on an invisible mask of deciet, "I already knew this day would happen long before anyone could have predicted it."

"You did?" With worried eyes you gazed at him, "What shall we do then?"

Knowing he hit the target, his lips begin to curl up towards his ears, showing his sharp white teeth that shone against the dim-litted room. Hector asks, "Do you love me?"

A silly question. You didn't hesitate to answer, "Of course I do. I've said it many times."

"Prove it to me," Forcing his forehead against yours, Hector commands in a dangerously low tone, "Kill your brother and only then you can truly be mine."

Your brain sutters, trying to absorb what he had just said. Kill? As in to take a life? It sounded wrong. But...was it wrong if the life belonged to someone who ruined yours?

Dumbfoundedly, you glanced into the bloody orbs of your lover, his black pupils thinning into knives while burning in the hellfire of his true colours. Hector runs a hand from the scalp of your hair, down to your cheek before gingerly sliding his fingers at your jawline. He pulled you close and whispered into your ear.

"Are you scared?"

Ah, this wasn't about your feelings. This was about him and your future and there could be no future you without him by your side.

You let your eyelids drop and leaned into his touch, "I could never be scared of you Hector. Whether it is within my power or not, I will make sure no one gets in our way. I swear it."

"Good," he continues to have you feed on his affection, "I knew I could count on you."

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The news of your brother's death filled every headline Fontain had to offer. He was driven off a cliff while making a trip towards Sumeru. No one survived. The remains were so crushed to the point that authorities had trouble identifying their bodies. The only explanation they could come up with by observing the leftover tracks was that the horse must have gone out of control and ended up dragging the carriage along with it.

Ha. Serves him right.

Food poisoning. The vial Hector made was very effective. You made sure to bury it away from your mansion.

With no other choice, you became your family's next heir. Hector notifies you that he would be away for several months to solidify a unique connection with a man hailing from Snezhnaya. You didn't think he would arrive at your doorsteps with so much authority. Fatui soldiers followed from behind as the staff paved a way for them to enter. Your father was clearly displeased by his outrageous approach but he knew he was in no place to deny.

"Upon the agreement between Fontaine and Snezhnaya, Lady (Y/n) will become Harbinger Il Dottore's wife," the Duke announces, "This news will be publicly announced at the end of October."

Dottore? Is that what he calls himself?

As if claiming his victory, Dottore shoots your father a devilish smile. You could feel the dining table shake when he kept pressing his fist against the smooth surface, begrudingly congratulating you both for the new engagement. Your mother bursted into tears.

Was it worth it?

You watched both of your parents mourn silently in their own manner. Perfectly knowing that you were the main cause. But you weren't able to feel any sadness because in the end, you now had everything you've ever wanted.

The inheritance.

Their attention.

But most of all, him.

And when you were convinced that this was your happily ever after, that fairytales were not just beautiful lies for the sake of comfort, you didn't realize you were already living a life made of beautiful lies conjured by your own mind for the sake of your own comfort.

"You're nothing without me."

Dried and calloused hands squeezed around your throat as you flailed your legs against the soft fabric of the carpet floor. He encases you in a straddling position, enjoying the sight of your tortured and clenched face. Hector…no, Dottore hated it when you disobeyed him. He despised it when his creations don't work the way he wanted them to and he had no use for things that are broken.

"G-hka--k..-"

"How many times do I have to remind you to not use my birthname. Do those ears of you even function properly? Or must I fix them myself?"

You gasped for air when he relaxed his grip. Vision a blur, you coughed a few times before he pulls your arm so that you lay flushed against his chest.

"Don't forget who saved you dear (Y/n). Because of me you were able to escape that miserable life you've despised for years. I expect the utmost gratitude on your part at all times, it is only fair that I punish you for not meeting my requirements, don't you agree?" Dottore lifts his hand up to pinch your cheeks, pulling your head to stare at your eyes, "After all, there is no one else in this world who can put up with you…but me."

His words were poison in which you drank like a woman starved. It made you feel numb to the pain the more you drowned in their alluring scent, the taste was sweet, a remedy for the bitterness of reality where the man of your dreams was nothing but a cruel monster. You came to believe that the reason why he treated you so harshly was because he was scared of losing you. You were caught in the trap of what seemed to be love and devotion when truly, you were just a toy to be used at a means end. He breaks you and he puts you back together, over and over again, filling in between the cracks formed in your glass heart with the phrases you loved to hear. Just like how he filled the other holes of your life where no one else did. You called it kindness. He saw it as entertainment.

Most people pay attention to the flower's beauty but they never acknowledge the thorns hidden beneath it's blossom. That is why they bleed. They get hurt. Though, you didn't mind shedding blood if it was for his sake.

Because you would do anything for him.

You would do anything to bring back the memories of Hector Dufour-Lapointé and save him from the Harbinger that ruined his life. Your life. It wasn't his fault. You knew you could change him to what he was before because you were in love with him, that he might still in there. Somewhere.

Right?

…

Please come back.

Time continues to flow like the tears of your dying heart despite yearning for it to turn at the past. Dottore already left the room a long time ago but you didn't. Raising your head away from your hands, you peered at the door in front of you, begging desperately through a chanting record of despondence.

Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back.

Images, they slipped through your fingers, slowly becoming more distant until your mind began to see them as illusions. Dreams. Things that were not real. Telling you that your life was a lie.

"Come back to me…Hector."

Because the man you loved was withering in your memories and you couldn't do anything to save him.

A dry croak robbed you of your breath as you turned to look in the mirror.

Worthless. You were always worthless, it was what your parents told you since birth. It was what you became when he wasn't at your side because without him, your existence was worthless. You lied for him, you stole for him you, took a life for him. You destroyed yourself for him to point that it was hard to believe you were even looking at yourself.

Worthless. It's who I am.

And despite it all, you couldn't obtain his love.

(Crack).

Worthless things don’t deserved to be loved.

(Crack. Crack).

But what if it’s because I’m worthless, that he won’t love me back?

(Crack).

Your eyes jolted open, causing you to gasp sharply. When the sweet lies dispersed in your head and cleansed you of deceit, everything started to make sene. You came to realize why your wish was impossible all along.

Dottore...no, Hector, the reason wasn't because he didn't return your feelings. Neither was it due to the fact that he hurt you through his actions. Nor when he made you cry or scream for help before feeding you with more lies, thinking he would never hurt you again. It was none of those things.

It was because the man you loved this whole time was someone who could love no one but himself.

"Ha...haha," sucking in your breath, a sinister laugh escapes your mouth, "Hahahahahahaha.....!"

Everything was worthless.

You grabbed a nearby hairbrush and threw it at the mirror, watching yourself shatter into a million pieces.

There was only one thing left to do.

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"Ugh, where is it?!"

It was late into the night where every staff had gone to sleep. The Harbinger fumbles with his keys while standing at the door of his basement as he was too busy proceeding with his research rather than considering the thought of rest. Usually he acted upon them on his own will, performing various experiments for enjoyment. However, ever since the Snezhnayan court had requested him to look into the ancient arts of alchemy, Dottore was forced to carry it out before the deadline approached. Otherwise his position as Harbinger would be revoked.

"What a bunch of self-centered blockheads. Can't they understand that it take quality time to get quality results?"

Most of his important documents were stored on the otherside. Half of it came from his father-in-law's library. He had you to thank for that.

"Ah finally," he mutters, though still dissatisfied, "I should have a word with my butler for misplacing them."

Dottore shoves the key into the lock but instead of twisting the knob he noticed something strange. It was old and had yet to be fixed but somehow he didn't have any trouble adjusting his wrist. Then he saw there were a set of freshly made fingerprints upon the smooth metallic surface. However, the only person awake at this time would be him-

An intruder!

Dottore drops everything to the ground and yanks the door open. He skittered down the stone stairs while cursing under his breath. Using the delusion gifted by the Tsaritsa, the Harbinger activated his lazer-like pillars as he took advantage of their glow to light up the unlit room.

"What in the abyss...?!"

Except it wasn't dark.

"All of these scrolls, I recognize them," without sparing a single glance, you spoke nostalgically towards the bookshelves, "It brings me so much memories..."

Dottore clenches his teeth together as his eyes shone an angry red, you were holding a torch dangerously close to his hard-earned collection, "What do you think you're doing?!" He fumed, "Put that out, AT ONCE! Don't make me repeat myself!

"They're precious to you aren't they?" You finally shifted to face him, "More than me."

"What has gotten into you?" He was about to hurl at you until he saw your torch lowering, causing him to retreat. You were strangely noncholant and he couldn't help the feeling of disturbance. Accepting that he didn't have the upperhand, Dottore decided to use a different approach, "(Y/n)."

The sound of your name falls from his lips. You faltered.

"I'm sorry for what I have done. I know I was dishonourable to you, as your husband and lover, and that you didn't deserve to see me so aggressive. You have every right to express your anger, my dear. I was in the wrong."

It was only a mask. You knew it well. But seeing him with softened eyes and a tone so comforting, made you desperately wanting to run into his arms so he could wipe away your sorrows just like once upon a time. To live happily ever after.

Hector.

Dottore runs his fingers through his hairstrands in frustration and sighs, "However the Tsarista needed me to do something very important and I can't seem to fulfill her request no matter how hard I try. It angers me. If I don't finish this, there would be no place for us to stay."

"Hector..." you sniffled quietly. He looks so much like him right now.

"Can't you see I'm doing this for you?" He consoles, yet his weapons still remain, "I only intended to make you happy and there's nothing I won't do to achieve that. How about I show-"

"Enough."

Dottore froze upon your sudden command. He didn't sense a hint of subjugation and it seemed that you had perfect control of your emotions. How very inquisitive. Did you grow immune to the style of his voice? In such a short period of time? The facade he had on was now replaced with a growling animal-like expression. You looked at him dissapointedly. His Harbinger self returned. Hector was no more.

"Ha, you're the same as always. Even before the time you became a Harbinger. The same man that I fell in love with but it is me who will never be the same again," For a moment you averted your gaze as if trying hard to swallow your own words, "Remember when we first met at the balcony? That I told you my favourite books to read are fiction? I knew they weren't real but deep down, I wanted to believe in them anyways. And you know what? They did come true, to some degree..."

As the memories come flashing back, he defenselessly watches your expression contort from sadness to a calm contemplation and finally, enraged disgust, "But you only ever brought me pain and I'm sick of it!"

Swaying the torch to the side, Dottore flinches forward but he didn't dare to come close when your current state was unpredictable to him, "I JUST WANTED YOU TO LOVE ME," you wail, I just wanted to be loved, bringing a clawed hand against your forehead and trembling upon contact, "It's all that I ask for..."

Dottore narrowed his brows. Perhaps he may have gotten too far.

"But I know it's impossible. The world is a cruel place and there's no point in trying anymore. That is why I'm going to set us free."

"...What do you mean?"

You shut your eyes closed and tossed the flaming torch to the ground. A horrified expression takes over his features. It didn't take long for the fire to begin spreading amongst the room.

"NO!" Dottore yelled powerfully, he frantically darts his gaze at all directions as they continued to flicker and blend into his precious documents. You stood still and watched him grab the ones that were intact, savouring the most he could but they slip out of his arms every time he moved. Dottore glances behind him to see a rising cage of hellfire. Then he turns to you.

" 'Til death do us part!" you laughed maniacally.

The madman looked back with angry dismay, "You're out of your mind!"

Abandoning whatever he held in his hand, Dottore spins around towards the staircase. He covers his face with his sleeve and did whatever he could to prevent the fire from touching him. However, he accidentally stumbled on his footsteps and something fell off the heights, knocking him in the face. He grunts painfully.

"That will leave a scar," you smile while he clutches at his injury, "I can break you too.”

Just like how you broke me.

Knowing that you've managed to leave a mark of your existence on him in someway, you peacefully watched your lover wobble between the hell you created. But the hell you knew was not made of scorching heat and thundering flames. Hell was empty. Hell was a void. This feeling was far too gentle to be considered hell. If he can't return your love, then at least let these caging arms bask you in the warmth you’ve always desired.

Lifting your head, you looked towards the ceiling and closed your eyes.

Ah, this cannot be death.

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h0tchner · 3 years

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Worth It (college AU!aaron hotchner x fem!reader)

pairing: college AU!aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron and reader are both students together at George Washington University. although Y/N needs to study for her upcoming exam, her boyfriend aaron has other plans for their afternoon... other, sinful, plans... ;)

word count: 3k

includes: SMUT, fluff, hotch has a silver chain (adsfhkjdhskfhkjsd), spitting!kink, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, cigarette mention, PDA, slight bratty!reader, lots of eye contact and kissing, creampie

rating: 18+ (this is basically pure SMUT so pls dni if you are uncomfy with explicit sexual content, or if you are a minor).

a/n: tysm to my besties in the discord server who put the idea of college!hotch with a silver chain in my head. this thing practically wrote itself. i hope you all enjoy, and that it's what you imagined! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

It’s the first beautiful spring afternoon of the year. Considering you and your boyfriend Aaron have both been cooped up in the GWU library all winter long, the choice to study outside in the fresh air today was a unanimous no-brainer.

After a full morning of classes, the two of you waste no time racing over to the courtyard at noon, in serious need of some sunshine. Hand in hand, you navigate the throngs of students and teachers, pushing your way through the sea of people toward an old oak tree at the far end of the outdoor common area. You and Aaron settle underneath the sturdy branches happily, study materials in hand.

His back is up against the tree, and you’re nestled between his long legs, resting comfortably against his warm, firm chest. In your hands are a pile of colour-coded flashcards that you’re memorizing for your Shakespeare 101 test that’s later this afternoon. Well… trying to memorize, that is. Aaron is making it kind of impossible to concentrate.

Although he’s supposed to be looking over notes for his Political Science class, he is decidedly… not. It takes all of five minutes for him to put his notebook down with an exaggerated huff.

You flick your eyes up at him. Aaron’s head is tipped back against the tree trunk, his eyes screwed shut, dark eyebrows furrowed. Something has him riled up and restless; he’s angstier than usual… more impatient than usual. You can’t quite put your finger on why.

You let out a soft sigh of concern, making a mental note to talk to your boyfriend about it later tonight, and turn back to your flashcards.

About 10 minutes later, just as you’re starting to leaf through the literary symbolism of Hamlet, one of Aaron’s large hands begins to tease the hem of your yellow sundress.

You blush lightly and swat his touch away, playfully, cheeks flushing wildly at your boyfriend’s overtly public display of affection. You say nothing, and neither does he. He doesn’t exactly stop… and it’s not like you exactly stop him.

You re-read the same flashcard over again as Aaron’s hand continues to toy at your dress. His other hand comes up to rest on your hipbone.

You fidget a little on the grass under his touch, adjusting your hips to move backwards, feeling something hard pressing into your... OH. So that’s what has him so worked up.

He sucks in a breath, fingers digging into your hip a little harder, the hand on your dress inching further up your thigh -

“Aaron!” you whine, breathy and bewildered. “There are so many people out here you seriously need to control yourself.”

You let your head tip back to rest on his solid chest. Looking up at him you can see the glimmer of arrogance in his darkened, hazel eyes. There’s something else there too… something more… lustful.

Predictably, he says nothing: but lucky for you, his eyes say everything.

“You made me stop studying,” you fake a frown, placing your flashcards onto your lap.

He gives your hip another squeeze.

“Took you long enough,” he murmurs, smirking, brushing a few strands of hair off your neck before attaching his lips to your collarbone.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out. You bring a hand up and card it through his thick, black hair. You can feel him smiling against your skin, pressing light kisses up your neck, all the way up to your ear.

“You just look so good today, Y/N, I can’t help myself,” he whispers, deep and rough yet full of youthful horniness. He takes the soft skin of your earlobe in his teeth and pulls on it gently, making your eyes flutter shut and your hand pull hard at the hair on back of his head.

Aaron groans into your ear at the feeling. You shudder at the sound. He loops his arms around you and lets his head drop onto your shoulder. You stretch up slightly to the side and softly peck his cheek, moving one of your hands to cover both of his where they rest over your midsection, the other still playing with his gorgeous, raven hair.

“Babe, what in the world is going on with you today?” you ask, knowing full well what the answer is.

He lifts his head from your shoulder and glances at you, warm, golden-brown eyes shining. The expression on his face makes your heart do backflips.

You take the flashcards from your lap and toss them into your bag, twisting around in his arms so that you’re on your knees, facing him.

“Aaron,” you say again, this time more deliberate and confident, “what is it that has you so side-tracked?” Your fingers reach out to play with the silver chain he wears around his neck. You loop it around one of your fingers and pull him closer to you. You hear his breath hitch in his throat.

“You,” he shrugs.

Aaron lunges forward and catches you in a hungry kiss. It’s wet and needy, full of tongue and teeth.

“You’re insufferable,” you jest, lips pulling apart, fingers still toying with his chain.

“Yeah, I know,” he tilts his head cockily, grinning against your mouth as he captures your lips again.

“Dorm?” you ask him softly when the kiss breaks, dropping his chain back to rest on his black shirt.

He nods, letting his thumb brush over your cheek. He steals another kiss and then stands, suddenly, pulling you up with him. Before you can even register what’s happening, Aaron has both of your bags on his shoulders, and he’s scooping you up in his arms. With haste, he starts striding across the grass towards the dorms.

You throw your arms around his neck and grin up at him wildly as he apologetically barrels through the crowd. What a sight it is; you: cheeks flushed and laughing, yellow sundress billowing, and him: sexy as hell in dark blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt, practically sprinting with you in his arms across the campus.

You giggle as he elbows open the front door of his dorm building, and bury your face in his neck. You breathe in the faint smell of his guilty-pleasure cigarettes and clean, musky cologne. When you reach the elevator, he finally lets you down, but his touches never cease.

Aaron pushes you up against the wall of it and kisses you until you’re moaning into his mouth, legs practically jelly.

He continues this until the door opens on his floor, and you’re whisked away, again. He’s pulling you behind him at record speed down the hallway, your hand in his, until you reach his room.

The moment the door closes behind you, Aaron throws down the backpacks and is all over you again.

“Oh my god Aar,” you gasp, as he spins you around and traps you between him and the door. He pushes one of his denim-clad legs in-between yours and flexes up lightly, brushing over your core.

“So,” kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “hot,” kiss, “in,” kiss, “that,” kiss, “dress,” he breathes into your mouth in between bruising kisses.

“Do you have any idea what you looked like? Sitting between my legs in my favourite sundress of yours?” Aaron tilts your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. He is completely undone. A self-confident smile plays on his red, puffy lips. His dimples make your heart ache. His thick eyebrows are quirked up, and his eyes are nearly black, blown out with pure lust.

You answer his question with a whimper, bringing your hands up to his chest to tug at his black tee.

Aaron steps back a little bit, letting you pull his shirt up and over his head. You toss it to the side, bringing your hands back up to run over his broad, lightly toned chest.

“I couldn’t concentrate,” he admits smugly, letting his hands roam over your body.

“Yeah, and why’s that my fault?” You pant, teasingly, egging him on. You like to get a little bratty with him during foreplay, knowing that it always comes back to bite you in the ass later on in the best way possible.

He growls at you, licks his lips and dives back in, kissing you with unparalleled passion, rocking his leg up into your underwear-covered pussy.

“You were right there in my hands, but I couldn’t touch you,” he utters.

“You can touch me now,” you say, “and I can touch you.” You move your fingers down to the waistband of his jeans, eager to feel him. Aaron’s hands stop you.

“Not yet, babe,” he breathes out, shaky, touching his forehead against yours. “Need to taste you first.”

Your mind goes blank at his audacity.

“Aaron, fuck, please,” you whimper, eyes wide. You grind down on his leg, eliciting a grunt from your boyfriend.

You move to grind down on his leg again, but he removes it, leaving you to shudder at the loss of contact. He scoops you up again and carries you into his bedroom.

Aaron throws you down onto the bed, his black and white plaid sheets still rumpled from last night’s restless sleep.

He stands at the foot of the bed, staring down at you, his silver chain resting on the tufts of dark hair on his bare chest. His cock is straining at the fabric of his jeans, and his chest is heaving. He is lean and muscular, and oh so perfect.

“Baby, you’re so hot, please touch me, I need you to touch me,” you plead, pressing your legs together for friction.

“Fucking beautiful,” Aaron whispers as he kneels, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you toward him.

You yelp as he drags you down the bed to him, the skirt of your sundress now around your waist. You look down at your gorgeous boyfriend as he nips and kisses your thighs.

“Aaron,” his name falls from your mouth like a prayer as you reach one hand down to tug at his hair. He tightens his grip around your legs, inching closer and closer to where you need him the most.

He presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the underwear covering your clit, making your back arch off the bed, chasing more.

“Aaron please,” you grip his hair with one hand and the sheets with another.

This time he sucks lightly on it through the fabric, and you cry out.

You squirm and moan under his touch as he licks your slit through your panties.

“Oh my god Aaron if you don’t to- OH!” Your frustration is drowned out by the sound of your moans as Aaron pushes your underwear to the side, eating you out like his life depends on it.

He laps at you with vigour, alternating between flat strokes and gentle sucking. Your hand in his dark hair is unfaltering as he hums between your folds, sending shockwaves throughout your whole body. You reach down with your other hand to hold onto Aaron’s, which he unhooks from your thigh and entwines with yours effortlessly.

You are a moaning, whimpering mess underneath his lips. He adds a finger, curling it just right inside of you. You can’t help but thrash, riding his face, begging to cum.

Aaron moans into your folds as he adds a second finger, scissoring them inside you.

“Aaron, baby,” you moan, “I’m so close.”

He peeks up at you under thick eyelashes from his spot between your legs. You lock eyes and he winks. The smug bastard winks.

That wink is all it takes for the dam to break, and your orgasm to overtake you.

Aaron continues to suck, kiss, and lick you through your high, letting you guide his head and ride his tongue until your body is still. He finishes you off with a gentle kiss just above your pubic bone.

“Come here handsome,” you breathe out, finally releasing the hand from his hair, reeling from the intensity of your orgasm.

Aaron wastes no time climbing up the bed as you push yourself into a seated position, taking off your sundress and throwing it across the room. His pink lips are wet with your arousal, and it makes your toes curl. You reach out and pull him to you, sealing your mouths in a searing kiss. Aaron groans into your mouth as you palm him over his blue jeans. He swiftly undoes your bra and lets it join the growing pile of clothes on his bedroom floor.

“Open,” he commands, rising onto his knees, running a finger over your parted lips.

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue as Aaron tugs on the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your head back. He spits into your mouth, and you swallow it, never breaking eye contact.

It’s hot and dominating. You can’t get enough.

“Need you,” you whisper, your hand finding the button of his jeans.

“Y/N,” he grunts, one hand reaching to grab your bare breast as you unzip his pants.

He shimmies out of them, and his blue boxers too.

Finally, finally, Aaron is naked in front of you. His thick cock is red, hard, and pulsing, erect on his lower stomach.

You gaze into Aaron’s eyes as you spit into your hand and wrap it around his dick. You pump your hand teasingly, and his eyes slam shut, a string of expletives leave his mouth.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans as you swipe your thumb over the tip.

You move your hand a few more times, each more purposeful than the last. You’re just beginning to find a rhythm when your boyfriend pushes you down lightly onto the bed.

“Aaron?” You gasp, questioning.

“Need to be inside you,” he rasps as he hovers over you, pressing kisses to your neck as he lines himself up.

Aaron rubs himself over your pussy a few times, coating his dick with your arousal, driving both of you insane. You both look down as he finally pushes himself inside of you, the image of his thick cock splitting you open almost too much to bear. Your eyes snap closed in bliss at the sight of it.

“Oh Aaron, oh my god,” you breathe out as he bottoms out.

“Look at me, Y/N” he orders, unmoving.

You open your eyes to find his, dark and shameless, right over yours. His hair is soft and messy on his forehead. The silver chain around his neck touches your lips lightly as it dangles from his neck. He is the most beautiful sight in the whole world.

“Fuck me, Aaron.” You sigh, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in even deeper.

With a low, sinful, groan, he does.

The pace is perfectly rough; with every thrust of his hips into you, you grind yours halfway to meet him. You let your hands wander over the expanse of his back and shoulders, and then up into his hair. The sound of your hips snapping against each other is delicious. With every stroke, you whimper into his lips, his neck, his chest; any piece of skin you can find. It’s all free real estate.

“You feel so good, babe, I’m so close,” Aaron whispers into your mouth. You squeeze around him in response, letting him know it’s okay to take what he needs. The movement elicits a deep moan from your boyfriend.

With that, he picks up the pace, lifting your legs up and over his shoulders, and you dissolve into a pile of whimpers. This new angle allows him to go even deeper, even harder.

His silver chain passes over your lips again and again, as his thrusts become more frantic. You take the necklace between your lips and bite down, muffling the sound of your mewls. The metal is cold and hard in your mouth, and the sensation makes you moan.

Aaron’s eyes scan yours and then your lips, finding his chain in your mouth. His eyes all but roll back into his head.

“Holy shit Y/N,” he pants. You watch as he starts to devolve, clinging to him as he throws his head back and goes over the edge.

He spills into you loudly, pressing against your body, filling you up with hot cum.

You release the chain from your teeth and pull Aaron down onto you, needing to feel the weight of him.

“Aaron, oh my god, baby, yes, oh my god,” you whisper into his ear as his thrusting slows and his hips stop, his cock deep inside you.

You pulse around him, holding him close, rubbing your hands up and down his back. He is collapsed on top of you, and both of you are breathing heavily. Your chests are pressed together, sweat is sticking to your skin.

Aaron lifts his head from your shoulder to look up at you through hooded eyes and thick lashes. He gives you a dopey grin and his signature wink, before letting his head fall back down.

You laugh into his hair, pressing a soft kiss there.

You two stay like that for a minute or so, revelling in the closeness, before you decide to speak.

“Aar?” You say, nudging his head with your nose.

“Mhhhmmm,” he mumbles, still nuzzled into your neck, his breathing still slowing.

“I still have to study for my exam.”

Aaron groans into your shoulder, and then picks his head up again so you two are eye to eye.

“Don’t worry about it, babe. I’ll just pull the fire alarm,” he grins, all dimples.

You roll your eyes at his ridiculously adorable proposition, pulling at the chain on his neck to bring him in for another kiss.

“You’re so stupid,” you mumble against his lips.

“Only for you,” he replies, nipping at your bottom lip.

Well, it’s only one test. If I fail, I fail… you tell yourself as Aaron slides his tongue into your mouth again, and you feel his cock hardening inside you, ready for round two.

For this? It’s worth it.

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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Can you do a jealous John stones please 🥺🥺🖤

jealous stonesy coming right up! feel like john is the quick to get jealous type :) this gif does things to me

Black Tie Turbulence

John’s hand is both a constant and comforting presence on your lower back from the moment you both stepped out the car. He’s careful with his feet to not step on the bottom of your beautiful long dress that was matched in colour to that of his delicately placed pocket square.

“Aren’t you two a sight?”

John leads the turn so you can both face Kyle and Annie, also both dressed to the nines and offering each of you a glass of sparkling champagne. “The heels are already a killer,” you joke, making Annie giggle immediately. Heels were a must for almost all black ties, but more so when your boyfriend is an absolute giant.

It was a charity ball that a good few England and their players had been invited to, mostly in order to try and sweet talk the donors into giving more of their money than they originally would. You had gotten used to these events and liked to think you had actually gotten very good at sweetly chatting the vendors into emptying the metaphorical pockets. John wasn’t the world biggest fan of these events, but he knew they had to come hand in hand with the joy of doing what he loves each and every day. Plus, he gets to see you all dressed up. That’s good enough for him.

“I’m gonna go see if I can grab another drink.” You tell John, leaning up to press a chaste kiss into his jaw. He nods, eyes following you intently as you walk off with your heels clinking and dress swaying. “Earth to Stones.” Harry Kane waves, clicking his fingers to get the defenders attention. John shakes his head with a soft chuckle. “He’s fucking whipped, mate.” Kyle laughs heartily, eliciting similar laughter from Kane and his wife.

You stood up at the bar as the tuxedo glad bartender went off to collect your order for you when an older man appeared next to you. He too was looking to order a drink. “I hear the sambuca shots are exquisite this year.” You suggest with a teasing grin and a sparkle in your eyes, very successfully gathering the full attention of the silver fox who you had turned to face. He chuckles, eyes meeting yours as his tongue hits out to lick his lips. He was probably in his mid fifties, so you didn’t feel gross for a little bit of flirting to get some cash for a children’s charity.

“I’m just joking,” you note softly, “But the whiskey is fantastic.”

He nods, a smile overtaking his pink lips and stretching his face to fill a happy 60 years worth of laughter lines. He seemed truly sweet, not that you were at all interested. But he wasn’t sleezy, didn’t have a wedding ring in and looked a little younger than you knew he was. A little bit like Patrick Dempsey, actually. “A woman after my own heart.” He responds, flagging down the waiter for two whiskey’s.

As you got to talking, you learned he was a CEO. You had always been in awe of the kind of money that John had immediate access to in his bank account, what with you still paying off student loans and such until John took went behind your back and payed them off with an insistence that “his girl shouldn’t be worrying about anything ever.” But this man had even more money than that, you suspected. He just screamed out overpriced whiskey, fancy holidays, houses on every continent and boatloads of cars that you hadn’t even heard of. Yet, he seemed very sweet. You told him about some of the work you had gotten up to on a year abroad doing aid work during your second year of uni and he had been extremely curious about it, genuinely listening which shocked you significantly.

John would have said it was because the way that you spoke, completely captivatingly as you got lost in your own stories. You made people feel as though they were part of the adventure, drawing them in and leaving them hanging on every word. Most would claim that you were the only reason John still got invited to these black tie charity events because he certainly wasn’t so good at wooing older men out of their money.

“You’re definitely a whiskey lady, then.” You nod your head at the statement from the older man, a small laugh as you remove your hand from his arm that you had reached for when he made you ‘laugh’ with his last joke. “Mhm…well travelled, beautiful, very elegant and clearly incredibly loved.” You furrow your brows slightly his words, eyeing him carefully in search of their meaning. He leans in slightly, his eyes soft with a kind smile of his face. He nods his head behind you, “He’s been watching you since the moment I stepped up next to you.”

Your eyes land on John when you turn around, trying to look as though he wasn’t watching the interaction intently with those fiery blue eyes. You giggle to yourself with a soft sigh. “You made an old man feel incredibly young again,” he begins with genuine joy in his eyes. “You could change the world with that heart. It’s that reason and that reason only that I’ll be making such a hefty donation. None of this wining and dining, fancy ballroom party they’ve thrown. Passion,” he pauses, “Your kind of passion for better is what this is all about. But I reckon you best get back to the man who looks like he’s going to eat me alive.”

His words were touching and incredibly sweet, but the end was also true. You could hear your boyfriend’s footsteps approaching at a pace that might make you question his fifa rating from last year. You turn yourself back around to offer a thank you for the donation in your name, but all you see is that head of salt and pepper hair disappearing off into the crowd. John has suddenly remembered why he hates these things so much. You’re very clever at getting exactly what was needed from these men and you had no shame at all for flirting with them. If you had it, why not use it? You always said.

Despite knowing it meant nothing, it still sent John absolutely crazy and though you’d never admit it, that was one of the biggest reasons you did it. He used to bring you these things as his friend before you had started dating, which was very coincidentally where he burst and told you he loved you when you had asked what had irritated him so much afterwards.

His jealousy wasn’t something you exactly regarded as a demon, a little bit more of a treat.

Seeing him hot and bothered, angry flush to his cheeks with his jaw set firm and his muscles tense in irritation. It was beautifully hot.

“Flirting with older men again, eh?” He says sharply, his eyes burning a hole in you with the fire of their irritation. You shrug nonchalantly and take a sip of your drink. “Not a big deal,” you hum softly in response, watching carefully as anger flickers through his eyes. He turns his back to you with a scoff and a shake of his head, grumbling something under his breath.

“We’re going.” He states. You roll your eyes. “Oh don’t be like that, John.”

“Like what, eh?” He presses, still not turning to look at you.

“All angry and shit, it’s not a big dea-“

John isn’t having it. He whips around quickly, using his large body to press you back into the bar and takes the drink from your hand with ease when you still, enjoying a sip of it before he places it down on the bar, out of the way easily with those long arms. His hands come down to hold onto the dark mahogany surface of the bar top, trapping you with your back against it between his arms and your front against his chest. “Not a big deal?” He challenges, being careful to wedge his thigh in between your legs, he presses it up against you.

“It’s all for charity, John.”

Your face remains unchanged as you look into his eyes, darkened by lust with his pupils swallowing the blue of his iris.

“I don’t care,” he rumbles, his voice low, reverberating through your ear where he had loved his mouth to, his lips and hot breath tickling your neck with each word he speaks. You open your mouth to response, but John sees this and ceases the opportunity he has primed himself for so you can’t speak before he does. The words are lost on your tongue, dying before they ever have the chance to exist when he flexes the muscles of the thigh between your legs, tightening and pushing it up against you. He swallows your squeaky whimper with his mouth over yours.

“You’re mine.” He growls against your lips, continuing to make his presence between your legs known, very very known. He does pull back k slightly though, his darkened smirk flattering to a soft smile as he tilts his head to take in your rosy cheeks. “My sweet, kind girl.” He coos, lifting both his hands to cup your cheeks, thumbs smoothing over the soft surface. You giggle at his words, blush deepening. “Seriously though, love,” he hums, “Hate the action, love the cause.”

That prompts another giggle, your head falling to rest on his chest gently. His hands strokes over your hair softly as his lips press down on the top of your head.

“Not mad?” You query, listening in to the soft and slow thud of his heart against your cheek. John has moved you effortlessly to the ballroom dance floor from the bar with only a few backwards steps, letting you lean in against his chest again. “Little bit, of course.” He replies.

John has his arms wrapped tightly around your body to keep you flush against him in every way, swaying back and forth in time with the music.

To any onlookers, it would appear as normal, mundane and incredibly sweet to see the relatively young couple enjoying each other so close on one of his few nights off. Truly, it was adorable when you factored out the reason for the proximity John keeps to your body.

“John?” You lilt, your voice a daring misfire between sweet and sultry. “Mhm?” He rumbles in response, keeping his cheek rested on the top of your head. “Your hard-on is pressing into my stomach.” He chuckles to himself, your words too quiet for anyone else anywhere near to eavesdrop on but enough to flush his cheeks ever so slightly.

“And I would much rather it was in some far more pleasurable places.”

John does not need those words explained to him, nor does he waste even a moment leading you hastily off towards the exit of the ballroom, sure that he could find somewhere in this venue suitable enough to let everybody hear just who you belong to.

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wolken-himmel · 3 years

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In which Kalim tries to convince (Y/n) to come to one of his parties. The problem is: She's shy.

How does he go about showing her how fun such parties can really be?

Request by @teacakeezz.

"Come out! Please, (Y/n)!"

Kalim's fists were banging against the sturdy door of the Ramshackle dorm that prevented him from just swooping in and dragging you off to his own home, where a fantastic party was being held right now as he tried to get you out of your shell. You winced, idly standing on the other side of the door, already dressed-up for the special occasion, yet having pulled out last-minute.

Growing nervous when he wouldn't stop his attempts of getting you out, you yelled, "No! No—" You were waving your hands desperately, just wishing he would give up and return to his dorm. Taking a deep breath to get your anxiety under control, you desperately grabbed onto the frill of your (F/c) dress. "Uh... Grim got sick last minute and— and I need to stay home to look after him!"

Kalim's banging ceased for a second, and you almost thought you had succeeded in your endeavour to not attend his party. Yet, booming laughter made its way through the door instead. "(Y/n), you're an even worse liar than me—" Kalim cried out between laughter as he doubled over and slapped his knee. "I saw Grim at the party already; he's vacuuming the buffet table."

Nervously laughing along, you scratched the back of your neck. "H-Haha— uh..."

Kalim wiped the tears out if his eyes before, instead of resuming to his violent banging against the door, decided to switch up tactics. He knew what to do if he wanted it something — and he really wanted you to come to his party right now. So, putting up his best angel-voice, he begged, "Come out, please?" The door separating you two shielded you from the effect of his puppy-eyes. "This party isn't gonna be fun without you!"

Your conscience was beginning to betray you with how touched you were by his never-ending attempts to get you out of your house. "But you know how much I dislike parties!" you said desperately, that being your last standing defense.

Kalim hummed and got onto his toes to peek through the little hole in the front door, growing excited when he caught flashes of a pretty (F/c) dress. He was even more determined to see you now. "I do! And that's why I've made it my personal mission to make you have fun by the end of the night." He knew how to convince you now — you would have no other choice but to agree. "If I fail, I'll never bother you about parties ever again. Deal?"

At first, silence occupied the area after Kalim's proposition, but eventually, the sound of the door being unlocked and pushed open filled his ears. "You're smarter than I thought you were," you muttered under your breath as you stepped out and closed the door behind you.

Kalim's jaw fell down once he caught sight of you all dolled-up. Unable to help himself, he instantly grabbed both of your hands and began to jump up and down in utter exhilaration. "Woah, you're so pretty! Your beauty is otherworldly!" he cried out happily as he shook you back and forth.

You let out a few giggles, already feeling better at how hard he was trying to cheer you up. Cheeks reddening in colour, you playfully muttered, "Well, that's because I'm not from around here—" Kalim laughed at your joke — so loudly that it would have been not genuine for anyone else but him. Your lips quirked up into a smile. "But thanks, Kalim."

Kalim's laughter died down, but a smile remained once his giggles had faded away. Eagerly grabbing your hand, he pulled you off into the distance. "The others will fall unconscious if they see you!" he chirped as he dragged you along, a certain bounce to his energetic steps. "Anyway, let's be off! Can't be too late to my own party, huh?"

•••

The party was already loud and lively when Kalim and you arrived by the Scarabia dorm. The building was full with students from various dorms, all huddled together in little groups or unbelievably large crowds. You winced at the loud chatter noises and the booming music coming from inside. Kalim seemed unaffected, like this was a common sight to him, as he dragged you inside.

"It's so loud here!" you yelled as you covered your ear with your free hand.

Kalim briefly turned around to shoot you a sheepish grin. "I know! Jamil usually has ear plugs whenever I throw parties!" he shouted back, his voice barely audible over the music that rung out in the main lounge of the dorm. "But that's no fun, is it? Oh oh! Let's do something fun then!"

You furrowed your eyebrows. "You suggest—?"

"Let's..." Kalim's eyes wandered across the lounge, wondering which fun activity he should do with you. Food was a no-go since three certain first-years had already eaten up everything — and now they were having stomach aches in the infirmary. His red eyes drifted off to the centre of the hall: the dance floor. "Let's go dance!"

A silent scream escaped your suddenly dry throat as he mercilessly dragged you off to the rather crowded dance floor in the middle of the room. "No! I can't dance!" you cried out as you tried to snake your hand out of his, yet Kalim was strangely stronger than you had anticipated him to be. "I'll embarrass myself!"

Kalim merely laughed at your struggles, never letting go of your hand, even with how hard you were yanking and tugging. "Don't be like that, (Y/n)," he drawled as you finally arrived on the dancing floor. He playfully twirled you around one time before taking both of your hands when you faced him once again. "No one will be laughing at you! And if they do, I'll throw them out!"

Kalim dipped back and forth on his feet, swinging your connected arms left and right to get you to dance. Although still embarrassed and stiff as a board, a little smile graced your lips at how genuine he seemed. "Ah, thank you, Kalim..." you muttered whilst you tried to move to the rhythm of the music, too, following his example.

Kalim nodded, as if his gesture kindness should be taken for granted. A grin spreading on his lips, he moved his head to the beat. "Now, loosen up and have some fun!" Slowly, your legs were beginning to move, too, and your feet were rhythmically tapping against the floor. Eyes closed, you let the music take over your body — and hey, it wasn't too bad. Kalim watched you with proud eyes, cheering you on, "You're a natural!"

You shot him a shy yet thankful smile. "I'm not... but thanks, Kalim."

Kalim suddenly leant closer to you, catching you off-guard. "Let me tell you something," he whispered, his breath fanning over your ear. Your cheeks turned a bright red at how close to you he stood, and you knew your brain was about to explode. Yet, Kalim seemed not to notice since he simply continued. "I'm pretty clumsy when it comes to dancing, but it's not something to be ashamed of! All that matters is that you're having fun."

"You're right..." you muttered with a little smile. Tonight, you felt daring enough to finally make a few risky moves; before Kalim could pull away, you placed your hand to his cheek and pressed a kiss on the other half of his face. "You know, this isn't so bad."

Kalim seemed frozen as he removed his hand from yours to let his fingers run over the patch of skin you just had kissed. A silly smile appeared on his lips as he silently stared at you, reminding you of a little puppy. Eventually, be broke out into happy laughter. "See! I knew you'd like it!" Looking at you like an innocent angel, he eagerly asked, "Does this mean that you will attend every of my parties from now on?"

Your eyes turned playfully cold. "Don't test your limits, young man."

Kalim quickly draped his arms over you and pulled you close to him into a tight embrace. "Okay! I'll gladly drag you to my parties every time, then. I don't mind," he chirped as he covered your face with kisses that left you a blabbering mess. "Having you around is worth all the effort!"

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gyllenhaalstories · 3 years

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CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS — SUGAR DADDY!ZEMO

summary: a series of unfortunate (or fortunate, depending whose side you’re on) events brought you to mandripoor seven years ago. it was fun, dangerous and exciting for the most part. a lot has changed, but you are back in high town in the hope of purchasing a rare monet painting, and reuniting with an old flame.

warnings: tfatws spoilers, alcohol, established sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship, smut (daddy kink, dom/sub/switch dynamics, choking, hair pulling, blowjob, fingering, both degradation and praise kinks, spit kink, cum play, marking, unprotected sex). 18+ MINORS DON’T INTERACT.

word count: 2685

gif credit: pedropcl

notes: this (very long) fic is brought to you by zemo’s #1 hoe. for the sake of the fic, zemo’s daughter and wife have never existed. i get it zemo is the bad guy daniel is not your typical hottie but let me live my fantasy and reclaim my crown as the original zemo fan. listen to off to the races by lana del rey and let no man steal your thyme by the pentangle if you want to fibe with me! i hope you guys will enjoy it!!! <3

“If you keep staring at me like this, I’ll mistake you for the Mona Lisa.” You took the last sip from your glass, which was immediately filled by the man standing behind you. You had felt his familiar presence a long time ago, but you were too mesmerized by the rare painting trapped in a cage of glass to bother notifying him. “Your glance has followed me around the room. In other circumstances, I’d find it creepy. Now, it’s just very flattering.”

You heard him laugh through his nose. You saw his reflecting in the glass, lit up by flashing blue and pink lights and vibrating ever so slightly to the sound of the loud music.

“You’re like a Monet painting. From afar, you are clear as cristal and easy to read like an open book. From up close...” You marked a pause and stoodby straight. Your eyes never leaving the work of art you had been scrutinizing for the past hour. Water Lilies in Bloom, it was called, an incorrect translation that always brought a grin to your lips. “You are a mystery.” You swallowed thickly the bubbly liquid, recognizing the peculiar taste of champagne.

“It is arrogant but right to think of myself as the pure definition of mysterious.”

You chuckled, throwing your head back in disbelief. Some things never changed.

“After all these years... I managed to find my way back to you. Now that’s a mystery.”

You turned on your heels as you spoke. “Is it, though? Tell me, Daddy. Is it really that hard to believe you’d recognize your property even after all these years. I heard they put you in a pretty little cage. Didn’t have much else to think about than what you missed most?”

He took you in, just how ethereal you looked under the colourful neon lights. You had your arms pressed against your chest, the shiny material of your matching bracelet and necklace twinkled. He squinted slightly, his lips curled into a smirk while he looked down your body, the one thing that kept him sane after all these years in jail (that and the thought of destroying symbols like super soldiers and make the world a better place once and for all). “Nice dress.”

“My Sugar Daddy got it for me.” You did a twirl, showing off your outfit innocently. “You like it?”

He reached up to his neck and pulled on the collar of his purple sweater, like it was a tie he could loosen up. “So you received everything I sent you.”

You clicked your tongue. “Not everything...” Your head turned to look behind you, where your most priced possession was glowing in its full glory — soon to-be yours, you should say.

“Use your words, Princess. Say it and it’s yours.”

It was your turn to analyze him, to take every ounce of cockiness and pride. “You’re playing with fire.” You walked closer to him, erasing the distance but increasing the tension between the two of you. “All the money in the world won’t get you everything you want.”

He was quick to move, his soldiers instincts never left his body, clearly. His delicate hand wrapped around your throat so effortlessly. It tightened, forcing you to manage your breathing. “Money got me everything I wanted already.”

“What is it, Daddy? What is it that you want so badly?” You clenched your jaw, holding his glance which was filled with lust, instead of rage and grudges.

“You never looked so beautiful.” He leaned closer too, whispering the words to your ear. It was liked the loud club music turned into white noise. He could not care less about the stares and the words strangers exchanged as they witnessed the scene. High Town was not his playground.

But you were his plaything.

*~*~*

History repeated itself, in one way or another. Icons rose and fell. Symbols mattered and vanished into oblivion. Originality turned into plagiarism. Winners would lose it all, losers would dig their graves deeper into the abyss.

History repeated itself. The sight before your eyes was the same one as seven years ago, when all that was on this man’s life before meeting you was this stupid Mission Report of December 16 1991. You met him at a party like this, in High Town before he was banned from the land. He caught your attention doing his ridiculous dance moves, sharing his knowledge about the art pieces showcased around the room. Then he brought you to a hotel, the ones so fancy they had multiple rooms and a vintage record player as part of the decor. Only, it worked, and he put on his favourite Édith Piaf records. Rien de Rien, Le Petit Homme, La Vie en Rose, song after song, you were diving deeper in your memories.. He was popping yet another bottle of champagne open and pouring some in flutes you would never touch for the rest of the night. The same night, seven years ago, it changed your life. At the second you regretted setting foot in Mandripoor, he changed your mind and gave you the best months of your life. You would ride around Europe in vintage cars, dine in gigantic mansions you called castles. You admired the old paintings of his royal family members while he brought you a silk bathrobe to change into after a steamy shower.

You’d get lost in your thoughts, he’d get lost in his ambitions. You two were one and the same, in one way or another. That affirmation sent shivers down your spine. You could not tell if it was a good or a bad thing, a shy voice in your head was reassuring you it was the former.

“They call me Baron again, I guess I’m not doing too bad after all.” His voice snapped you back to reality. He was still wearing that obnoxious trench coat. You hated it, it made him look like a pimp. Although that was not too far from the truth, as the mountain of luxurious jewelry and clothes in your closet proved.

“Do you like being back here?”

“I love it here.” The emphasis on the last word was audible. You nodded in agreement. This place was heaven on Earth for some people, hell for others. For both you and Zemo, it was somewhere in between.

“You’re certainly not here for me.” You laughed, setting the still full glass on the nightstand.

He shook his head, mouthing a negative response.

“What is it, this time? Mission report February 32?”

“Something like that.” He answered, after another silent laugh.

“If only you had made me your mission, your life would have been easier.”

“Yours would have been, too.”

You shrugged. You agreed, but you did not need to say it. He knew. The two of you knew that this warmth washing over your bodies was the answer to all of your problems. Yet, you were fighting the urge to surrender and give in.

History always repeated itself.

All it took was for him to set his hand on your exposed knee. You got flashbacks of the numerous times his hand rested there while you two drove deeper in the country side, in some old Chevrolet, Ford, or any other European brands he could find and buy.

“Say it, Princess. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You swallowed thickly and fell on your knees. He sat straight, as straight as he could on the comfortable mattress, and spread his legs wider. “I want to go back in time.”

He leaned foward and you opened your mouth, your tongue poking out. He spit in your mouth, and you swallowed. The giggle that followed your actions sent blood to his hardening cock. “Just as eager as I remembered, right? You’d do anything to please me.”

“I’d do anything for you, Daddy.” You repeated, the confession left you breathless.

“That’s my good girl.” He brushed your hair with so much tenderness for a moment, you let out a content moan. He changed the mood real quick when he pushed your head closer to his crotch and unbuckled his belt at lightning’s speed.

Your mouth was watering at the sight, a sight that was tattooed in your memory forever. Whatever relationship you two had went beyond fancy presents and sex, it was a connection that tickled your souls and left you a different woman than when it first started. You wasted no time, stroking him a few times as you spit on his blushing tip. You smeared the spit over his sensitive spot and pulled the sweetest moans out of him, which grew louder and more intense when you finally wrapped your lips around his head.

No one compared to you, to your attention to details, to the way you were taking him all in, inches by inches like you were made for his cock and his cock only. No one compared to how blissful you looked pulling back, choking on your own saliva and the lack of oxygen. “You look so beautiful, Babygirl.”

His praise made you bat your eyes, hoping to receive more compliments. You flattened your tongue, licking him from the base to the top before you deep throated his cock again. You never left him untouched, your hands were massaging his walls or exploring his thick thighs while your mouth almost brought him to the edge.

That was when he pulled on your hair and demanded you went back up on your feet. “I bet you’re soaked. All you need is to see a cock to wet your panties.” You nodded as one hand reached up to cup your face, the other to cup your core from under your dress. He could felt the ever growing wet patch. He discarded of your panties in one effortless pull and pressed his pointer and middle fingers against your sensitive clit. He circled it, studying your reaction.

“Daddy...” You breathed out. “I need you.”

“I’m proud of you for using your words,” his finger slipped inside of your entrance, you moaned out his name. “So greedy and needy and easy for me, like the good whore that you are. Is that right? You’re Daddy’s perfect little whore?”

He was two fingers in, all the way to the last knuckles. He pumped in and out of you slowly yet roughly. You smirked when he finally touched that spongy spot inside of you. “I’m Daddy’s. I’ll always belong to Daddy.”

“That’s right.”

He brushed his thumb over your clit, his fingers stopped fucking your hole to abuse the bundle of nerves until tears started to pool in your eyes.

“Be a good baby.” You looked at him with doe eyes, sucking his thumb between your plump lips. “Do what I want.”

And you reached your high. You had nothing to hold you up, except for your shaky legs that threatened to give in under your weight and the intensity of your orgasm. You sucked on his thumb harder, hoping to quiet some of your moans but your screams escaped your parted lips.

In a blink of an eye, you were pushed against the bed and bounced against the body that blocked your every movement. His pants were nowhere to be found, just like the rest of your respective clothes. Your finger tips brushed over the skin of his shaven cheeks, down to his neck and chest. The intimacy, you had craved it all these years.

“I bet that sweet cunt of yours missed my cock.” He spoke, chuckling mockingly when he pushed himself in your stretched hole. You both let out a long moan of satisfaction. He rested inside of you, adjusting to your warmth and tightness. “I was right.”

“You’re always right.” You flattered his ego, and earned a sloppy kiss in return.

His lips moved down to your neck where he sucked hickeys and left small bite marks as he picked up the pace of his hips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to bring him that much closer, and deeper, into you.

Zemo pinned your wrists above your head and pumped his cock inside of your tight pussy like his life depended on it. “So fucking wet for me, gonna make me cum, Baby.” He had tried so hard to hold back, not to mark you and claim you again.

“Wait for me.” You begged him, and he brought one hand down to your neck again. He squeezed it, choking you deliciously until your eyes rolled inwards. He tightened his grip ever so slightly and he felt it, he felt the way your walls fluttered around him.

He thrusted inside of you, his hips snapped against yours and the sound of your skin slapping echoed in the bedroom. “Cum for me, Princess. Cum with Daddy.”

And you did, your body exploded in fireworks when you felt his release planted inside of you. He kept moving, rocking back and forth. He leaned back, leaving your neck to rub your clit once again. He was a moaning mess, the overstimulation made it almost painful to keep going but he did not want it to stop, not until...

“Fuck, Daddy!” And a second wave of pleasure hit you hard, it left you panting and shaking even more than before.

Zemo had to pull away quickly, and already missed the feeling of being inside of you.

Your fingers reached between your bodies, dipping into your folds and moving up to your lips as they were covered in his seed. You painted your lips with his white cum, before you licked them and your fingers clean as he watched, completely amazed and mesmerized. “Taste just as good as I remembered.”

He laughed, he was always one step ahead of everything and everyone, but you always managed to take him by surprise. You were just that great, that perfect. He rolled to the side and fell heavily on the bed. His skin was glistening under the light of the chandeliers from the thin layer of sweat.

You pressed your legs together, clenching around nothing. You hoped you could keep his load inside of you, as a proof this had really happened and it was not just one of your daydreams where you two would be reunited.

“I missed this.” You boke the silence with a small voice. Your fingers brushed over the bruises on your neck, and you hissed at the sensitive skin.

He turned on his side, worried for a second that he went too hard on you. The smile and joy on your face proved him otherwise. “I missed you, Princess.”

“I missed you so much, Daddy.”

*~*~*

The sun hurt your eyes, he noticed. He slipped out of the bed to pull on the curtains only to hurry back to you so you could lay your head on his chest. You were still wearing your bracelet, he started playing with it.

His mind was racing, just like his heart. You could feel it rumble in his chest like a loud engine. Something was bothering him.

“Oh, Zemo...” You caressed his cheek, looking up to study his features. “You can fool the smartest people in the world, but you’ll never be able to lie to me.”

“I’m coming home, Baby. I’m coming home now.”

You looked down again, taking a moment to answer. “Let me guess, you’ll take me to a fancy house like Rebecca’s Manderley and Jane Eyre’s manor at the Rochester’s. You’ll show me around, make me feel like I belong. And you’ll leave, high and dry. Again. All the money and presents from your people won’t erase the pain I felt. Not this time, not ever.”

He pressed his thin lips together. Pain, suffering, he was used to it. He had his fair share of it, caused even more to other people. The thought of hurting you, however, was unbearable.

“Every kingdom needs its king...” He paused and moved you, so you were resting on your elbows and your face was closer to his. “And an even greater queen.”

#baron zemo #helmut zemo #marvel imagine #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws spoilers #tfatws #one shot: champagne problems

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※strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring※

Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

Minors DNI! pls go eat some frozen yoghurt:(

description: Jean makes a perfect picnic basket for his fiancée, but the picnic date plans get forgotten when the hot weather makes you dizzy and needy for him.

word count: 2.2k

genre: soft smut, fluffy domestic sex

contains: established relationship, outside sex, unprotected sex, breeding, handjob if you squint, talks of pregnancy, not proofread oops

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Jean looked so pretty, placing hand-picked cherries on a platter, his baby blue polo shirt tight on his biceps. He hummed a tune as he took a picnic basket out of the kitchen door, heading into your backyard. You watched him come to you with a smile, and he admired the sight in front of him. You, laid down on a blue blanket in a short peach-coloured sundress, bare legs tickled by grass blades.

"You look lovely." He complimented you as he sat down next to you and left a kiss on your shoulder.

"You too, love." You returned the gesture and left a kiss on his own shoulder before he took everything out of the picnic basket, setting it in front of you.

"So, how was your day at work?" He asked as he slowly filled two champagne glasses with a sparkling pink drink from the champagne bottle hidden in the cooler.

"Tiring. Our air conditioner was broken today." You pouted, gladly accepting the glass. "What did you do?"

"I was planning this date for us," he took your hand in his, admiring the shiny ring sitting proudly on your ring finger, "and I was thinking of doing something different."

"Good thinking. This is much better than going out on a restaurant." You praised his choice on a picnic in your home's backyard.

"Here's to us." He raised his glass, clinking it with yours carefully before you both took a sip, feeling refreshed by the prickly strawberry taste.

Everything felt so peaceful; birds chirping, flying over you, a squirrel playing in the bird fountain you had placed under the shade of a tree. The pool was clean and the water looked so inviting, but maybe a different day. For now, you were eyeing the cherries on the blanket. Jean didn't fail to notice, bringing one up to your lips. You parted your lips, taking one in your mouth before feeding another to the brunette.

"Are you happy, Jean?"

"In general?" He gave you a small smile, surprised by the sudden question. You nodded, waiting for his reply. "Very happy. You wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I have you. That's all I needed since the day I met you." Sweet words melted into your skin as he peppered kisses up your neck and jaw until his lips met yours.

"Do you ever think that you need more?"

"Like...one more fiancée?"

"Jean!" You hit his torso with a giggle before he wrapped his arms around you, laying you down next to him. Hand in your hair, the other stroking your upper arm, he looked into your eyes and saw his world.

"I love you, ___."

"I love you too." You smiled before kissing Jean, eyes feeling heavy due to the high temperature of that afternoon in May.

Your hands trailed from his cheeks to his torso, unbuttoning the top button of the polo that clung to his body. He chuckled at your eagerness, giving you the chance to slip your tongue in his mouth, feeling the tart taste of the cherries you fed him.

"I love you so much, Jean." You broke the kiss and he easily pulled you on his lap by your hips. Looking down at him, you swept a strand of hair behind his ear, feeling his hands trail to the curve of your ass.

"Babe, it's too hot for you to be on top of me."

"Take your shirt off then." You whispered in his ear, giggling. The mixing of champagne with the almost insufferable heat made you dizzy and...needy. You always needed Jean by your side, but now especially, you simply couldn't wait.

"You don't have to say that twice." He chuckled and you leaned up for him to do the same and take his shirt off. He left it by the forgotten picnic basket, watching you admire his abs, his chiseled torso, and a scar on his side from a fun childhood. Despite knowing and dating Jean for no less than 6 years and no more than 7, you couldn't get enough of his body, his pretty face, everything about him made you feel like a teenager again.

He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, bringing you back to reality. Another kiss on your lips and you had him laying down again, slowly grinding against his crotch.

"Out here?" He looked at you surprised, then looked around. The tall fence and the hedges around it were enough to keep you concealed and there wasn't any house right next to yours either.

"Either this or carry me inside." You shrugged, continuing to leave soft pecks on his neck and collarbones.

"Silly. I'm saving that for our wedding night." His words once again had you melting in his arms.

"Jean, I need you."

"You got me sweetheart." He kissed you again before his hands bunched your dress up on your hips, leaving you exposed to the warm breeze and to his hands.

Fingers barely grazing your sweet spot, lips sucking on your neck, your hands messing with his hair, lips letting out a whine at the teasing before his fingers pulled on the elastic band of your underwear, urging you to remove them. You did so easily, getting back on Jean's lap in seconds.

His lips found your collarbones, where a dainty golden chain with his initial fell. Your hands met with the belt around his jeans, unbuckling it and unzipping his pants awfully slow. You pushed his jeans and boxers down just a bit as he raised his hips to help you. Your chest met his again as he kissed you passionately, and your hand slowly trailed down his abs, over the trimmed brown hairs, making him gasp into your mouth when you wrapped your hand around his cock. Already half-hard, it didn't take him long to get to his full girth, especially when your fingers moved so perfectly around him, his member coated with precum in minutes.

Another groan escaped his lips when you bucked your hips against his own, crotches meeting with anticipation.

"You're killing me, ___." He muttered as he bit down your neck and shoulder, tongue swirling against where he bit to soothe the sting. You kept grinding against his hard cock until he finally had enough.

You found yourself under Jean with one swift move, and the lustful, loving look in his honey-coloured eyes had you melting again. Dress bunched up over your hips, the straps falling down your shoulders, his initial sitting pretty on your marked collarbones, Jean found you ethereal. And he wanted to show you in every way possible.

"I love you. So, so much." He whispered in your ear sweetly before kissing the spot behind it, where he knew it tickled. You giggled and squirmed against his warm touch, sending butterflies in his stomach and making him feel like a schoolboy again. His index and middle finger trailed down your puffy clit, to your slit, where his fingers entered easily to prep you for his cock.

It was getting hard for both of you to kiss each other, it was more teeth hitting against each other and tongues playing inside your mouth, because his fingers curled up inside you, knuckles touching the perfect spots to make you moan out his name.

"Jean, please. I need more." You pleaded, back arching to make your torso collide with his.

"Whatever you want, baby. I'll give it to you." He kissed your forehead, hand caressing your hair as the other held on your hip for leverage.

Your hole welcomed Jean's cock, though it was always difficult at first. He barely stretched you out as he slowly fit more and more of him inside you, but the way your walls clenched around him made it hard for him to contain himself. You tapped on his shoulder, making him know it was okay. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and earning a grunt from his beautiful pink lips.

Jean bucked his hips against yours, beginning to thrust into you, making sure your whines were of a good nature and he wasn't hurting you in any way. When he was sure, from the way your fingernails dig into the sun-kissed skin on his back, he picked up the pace.

"Jean-aaah! Jean, faster. Please?" He opened his eyes to look at you; your face was flushed and a bead of sweat was trickling down your temple. He swept it away with the pad of his thumb before leaning down and kissing your lips softly.

However soft his kiss was, his thrusts were the complete opposite. Jean pulled out of you almost completely, leaving your hole to clench around his tip, before he pushed his cock in again. You didn't have the time to react, because every time he did so, he went faster, until he was all the way inside you, hips pushing against yours and a hand cupping your face to kiss you again.

"I love you so much. God -fuck- you're taking me so well." He tilted his head back, mouth agape at the sensation. You could feel his member twitch inside you, knowing he was close to cumming. You entangled your fingers with his hair, playing with it as you moaned out his name.

"Jean, I'm so -so close-" you arched your back even more, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, not allowing him to pull out.

“Me too sweetheart..Ah, fuck-you feel so good!” His praises went straight south, sending you in a trance as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Jean, I want to have your babies!” You blurted out between heavy breaths and moans. Jean stopped momentarily, way too surprised by your confession, but you were too fucked out to notice.

His face softened, and his whole body flushed red as the realization hit. He had been talking about family a lot, and it was something he definitely wanted with you, but every time you had that conversation you cut him off with a ‘we don’t have enough money’. Jean had spent quite a few hours of his life worrying and questioning if you really wanted a family.

“Why did you sto-” You looked up, bringing a hand over your eyes to shield them from the sun. Jean looked like he had gone stupid, with a smile from ear to ear and a few tears threatening to leave his eyes. You pulled him down and kissed his happy tears away, starting to move your hips against his own. He shook his head with a chuckle and started where he had left off, continuing to rock his hips against you, cock buried deep inside you.

“Gonna put a baby in you...fuck- I’m gonna make you a mommy, angel.” It didn’t take him long to cum, especially after he looked down to where your crotches met, only to see his cock coated white with your juices. Your orgasm reached you the moment Jean moaned in your ear; he knew all too well how much you loved his moans. The knot buried deep in your stomach came undone and you could scream out of pleasure. You heard yourself babbling about babies and how good Jean felt, but neither you or Jean could make out any words, too high on the feeling.

You could feel Jean shoot a load of his hot cum as far in your cunt as his cock could reach, pushing the white liquid in you with his slow thrusts. His head fell on your shoulder, hair sticking to his forehead and breath hot on your skin.

“God, I love you.” He whispered into your neck. You tried keeping your breath steady as he slowly pulled out of you. He turned over and reached into the picnic basket, taking two cotton towels out and pouring water out of a glass bottle on them. He used one of them to run it up your cunt and thighs, making sure you were clean, then brought the other to your sticky with sweat residue face, watching you lovingly as he patted the cold towel on your temples. You took it out of his hands and did the same to his own face, pushing his hair back to cool him down.

“So, when can you take a pregnancy test?” He asked after he made himself comfortable inside your arms, one of his own meeting your stomach and rubbing it mindlessly.

“In a week, if we want it to be accurate.”

“That’s too long!” He whined, looking at you with furrowed brows. You laughed and brought your face closer to his to kiss the wrinkle between his eyebrows and make him relax.

“You’re going to be the best daddy ever.”

“I can’t wait, angel.” He nuzzled his head in the soft skin between your shoulder and neck, both of you feeling sleepy as the sun started setting behind the mountains. Yawning into your hand, you wrapped your arms around your fiancé tighter, closing your eyes and taking in the peaceful moments before he had to go to work again.

“I love you.” He whispered before falling asleep with a smile on his beautiful tanned face.

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Happy Father’s Day to Jean Kirstein, the only man whose babies I’d gladly carry<3

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