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petit-etoile · 6 months

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Congrats on 200 followers! :D For drabble ideas, how about one where Tav is becoming overwhelmed from being the leader of their group and they end up having a bit of a breakdown in camp, so Astarion whisks them away and dotes on them for the evening to help soothe some of their worries.

i am tired of being brave

pairing: astarion/tav wordcount: 1,036 content warnings: none other tags: canon compliant, introspection, character study, idiots in love, established relationship, gender neutral tav, human!tav archiveofourown: here.

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summary: All you want is to get away from everything. Astarion indulges you.

‘Enough!’ you shout.

Lae’zel and Shadowheart have the decency to look properly chagrined when they peer over at you, frozen as if turned to stone. Shadowheart’s knife dips underneath Lae’zel’s chin, but the pretense of applied pressure goes away. You have no idea what hour it is or how long they’ve been going at it but the little patience you have snaps like a fine thread.

‘We have only gotten this far because we trust each other,’ you snap at them, pulling your nightshirt tighter around your shoulders. ‘But if you want to ruin that, leave me out of it!’

In what is likely the silliest mistake to make, you turn around and march to your bedroll to pick up your hunting knife and then march beyond the outskirts of camp — beyond Halsin and Jaheira and Gale and Wyll and Karlach, and Withers who seems to be musing over the situation with faint interest.

If Shadowheart and Lae’zel want to fight to the death, let them! You’ve done all that you can to get the group this far. You’re tired, you’ve been woken up two nights in a row, and you’ve had it with the drama.

You plunge yourself through the nearest bush you can find and sit next to running water, your arms pulled across your chest to keep the breeze from chilling you to the bone. You’re miserable beneath the moonlight. You can’t remember the last time you’ve slept more than four hours.

You almost doze off in the underbrush beneath a tree, but then there’s a hand sliding over your mouth and a body behind yours, somehow wedged behind you once your eyes closed. You gasp and try to reach for your knife, but Astarion tuts and continues sliding between you and the tree. It would be annoying if you weren’t relieved it was him. You relax back against him despite the feeling that your heart is going to leap out of your throat.

‘You shouldn’t fall asleep in the woods,’ Astarion warns you. ‘There are terrible beasts that have made this place their hunting ground.’

You shiver. ‘I didn’t mean to fall asleep,’ you say. ‘I just needed to get away.’

He hums. ‘Did something happen back at the camp?’

It doesn’t do any good to keep secrets, and your other companions had already witnessed it. You tell Astarion about Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s never ending fight. It doesn’t make sense to keep attacking one another, especially since the Artefact is the only reason the worms haven’t burrowed deeper into your skulls. It wears you down every day to keep making decisions for everyone when there are people with better experience. Everyone looks to you no matter how much you wish they’d look elsewhere. You never wanted this fellowship to hang on your every word. You just wanted allies.

‘It’s hardly fair,’ Astarion agrees. ‘To have the weight of this…Absolute sitting on your shoulders. I can’t imagine what it must be like to wrangle us all into cohabitation.’

‘Some discomforts are easier to resolve than others,’ you say. ‘It was easy making everyone throw their stakes away.’

‘I’m fairly certain Wyll kept his,’ Astarion snorts.

‘Yes, but he doesn’t wake us all up holding it at your neck,’ you say, elbowing him. ‘They don’t have to become friends or lovers or anything of the sort. They just have to get along until we arrive at Baldur’s Gate.’

Baldur’s Gate still seems so very far away. Acknowledging this drags you down more than you wish it to. You’re tired of walking and fighting and lying your way out of every other conflict. You miss your family and your life before the worm. The only good that’s come of it is Astarion. He lets you lounge on him when you please in exchange for some blood, and…

It’s more than that.

Astarion lets you do whatever the hell you please as long as it doesn’t annoy him. You’re free to nap in his tent or sit at his side while he reads, and he’s even allowed you to style his delicate curls with pomade. He lets you kiss him if you ask, holds your hand. If you asked him to kill someone for you, you’re certain he would without question.

Reluctantly, you sit forward. ‘I should probably head back,’ you admit. ‘I should make sure everyone is still alive.’

‘To the hells with it,’ Astarion disagrees. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back. ‘You close your eyes and sleep. Let them come looking for us if it troubles them that much.’

‘And if Shadowheart kills Lae’zel?’

‘I’m almost certain Lae’zel would win,’ he says. ‘But, I have no doubt they’ll behave. You, on the other hand, are being naughty.’

You laugh but you do as you're told. You worm further in the roots and lean back against him. It’s chilly, but having someone else there does wonders for how willing you are to fall asleep. It’s almost nice how secluded you are away from the drama and stress. You almost wish you were a vampire so that you could sneak out and use hunting as an excuse.

The respect for all you do is nice. Sure, Halsin and Jaheira have both commended you for how hard you work for your age, but it isn’t the same. You still stand in the middle of camp trying to handle things on your own. The planning, the decisions. They somehow fall on your shoulders. A little more input would be nice, or a sign from a god that you’re doing the right thing. You try not to think about it as you feel sleep edge toward your consciousness. Astarion hums softly in your ear, and though it’s uneven, you can’t help but think it’s so off-tune that it’s lovely.

You yawn so hard your jaw pops, and Astarion hushes you, kissing idly behind your ear. It lulls you into an ease you haven’t experienced for a while. You melt into the touch. If you could purr, you would.

‘This,’ Astarion says, ‘is what you deserve. To relax here in my arms. Sleep now, and we’ll deal with what shall come in the morning.’

#astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x oc #from ，carcosa .#my fic #anonymous #* a thousand lives，and one #foreshadowing for the sake of this verse?#mayhap .

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liuhko · 6 months

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Gold Digger

𝜗🤍 ݁ Nanami with an obnoxious, gold digging wife. Got this idea at 3AM (finished it at 5AM) and I can’t let it go to waste, especially with this rising interest in my man (nanami). This is a long one, so you're welcome!

Nanami wasn’t the richest man on the planet, but he was rich enough. You came across him at a restaurant after his failed blind date, you had been watching the ordeal from afar and noted the expensive dishes he allowed his date to order. Of course, that didn’t mean much but your gut told you to go after him, so you did.

Thank goodness you listened to your gut, you somehow managed to woo him and he eventually proposed to you. Now here you were, several years into a marriage built on support, trust, and financial stability.

Your relationship with Nanami started strangely but you did eventually fall in love, and that’s why he put a ring on it (kardashian level diamond ring). To him, you’re the cutest, silliest little financial parasite he’s ever known. No, but seriously you do love each other, you just so happen to care for his assets a bit more.

Nanami isn’t an idiot, he was aware you were after his money, and most men would’ve ignored you completely because of that, but he can’t deny that he‘s very attracted to you. That and your unbelievable lack of shame. Not once did you even attempt to hide your desire for his money, you would always eye designer stores whenever you were out on dates and you made a habit of asking him for exactly $5.99 every day. There was always a need for it somehow, whether it be the bus, food, or the convenient loss of your piggy bank. You were so dedicated that he couldn’t help but indulge in your wants (or needs as you’d say).

You’re a dumb dumb and VERY obnoxious, not Gojo-level obnoxious, but still pretty annoying. The only reason Nanami ignores it is because you’re a pretty lady who knows how to sweet talk him. He doesn’t mind your level of smarts, and while your obnoxiousness does irritate him at times, it’s not enough for him to up and leave. Besides, you aren’t as dumb as some believe you to be. You’re smart enough to charm a rich man, so how dumb are you really?

Back to the obnoxiousness, boy you talk a lot. It’s like an endless fountain of words spews from your mouth, and if that isn’t the case you’re always doing something mildly annoying.

Nanami’s friends and family are NOT rocking with you in the slightest! Except for Gojo, Gojo likes being around you, you’re a less frustrating version of him. The same goes for Nobara too, she thinks you’re justified and relatable because she too, dries out people’s bank accounts. As for the others, Nanami’s loved ones still don’t understand why he married you while knowing your true intentions. The one who was the most sour about your union was his son, Yuuji. Yuuji never outright says “I don’t like you.” But he does actively make an effort to persuade his dad to leave you. “Divorce isn’t that expensive these days, there’s also less shame, so I think it’s a great choice.” Nanami just chuckles and tells Yuuji that there’s nothing wrong with a woman wanting money. Yuuji is your biggest hater.

NSFW

Nanami gives you allowances for any extra things you want to buy, and you almost always use this money on lingerie. You have a singular closet just for lingerie, it varies from cutesy to intense BDSM. Nanami loves the ones with easy access since he usually comes home exhausted from work. He likes that he doesn’t have to think much, just put his things away and slide into you. He doesn’t like to acknowledge this but if he knows he’s going to be away for a while because of work he’ll take one of his favorite lingerie sets and go crazy with it later. He always asks for permission before doing so.

Hate sex. Annoyance sex (I don’t think that’s what you call it)! You’re so beyond irritating, and while Nanami does love you, he needs a break from it at times. It’s always the worst when he’s trying to organize his schedule or relax from a long day only to have you rambling in his ear. He could ask you to tone it down but sometimes that doesn’t work, if he asks nicely and you don’t stop he’ll distract you with sex.

Nanami will pick you up, toss you onto the bed, and do whatever it takes to keep you quiet. He’ll spend hours pumping into you repeatedly if it means he gets a moment of peace when he’s done. He does get distracted at times though, who can blame him? :(( the way you squirm and shake beneath him when he whispers sweet nothings into your ear while roughly thrusting into your warm pussy, the apologies that fall from your lips when it all becomes a bit too much. “Kento, please, it’s too much…I’ll let you get your work done, I’m sorry…” (you never mean it though, the overstimulation makes you pleasantly dizzy and you love pissing him off). He loves making you feel good, no matter how much he wishes you’d shut up.

Money = breeding session. Nanami has a breeding kink, it’s a fact among the people. He loves cumming inside you but you’re a wicked little thing who won’t let him until he promises to add just a bit more to your allowance. He’ll give you your desired amount no matter how absurd it is. Truth be told he is WHIPPED for you and wants to make you happy (he also wants to cum in you). Some may say this is wrong, others call it taking advantage of your resources.

Bonus: he loves when you suck him off for multiple reasons. 1, it silences you completely. 2, he gets to cum in your mouth. 3, you look so pretty with his dick in your mouth.

𝜗🤍 ݁ I finished this whole thing in 2 HOURS. This must be how mass producers feel when they pump stuff out quickly, better start calling me the SHEIN of tumblr.

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dr3amlab · 1 year

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wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 1631 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I tried a new format of writing, I kinda want to try narrating like a movie ? idk if you caught that. tell me what you think, I'd really love that. Let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

I. YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH.

“Really handsome, blond, tall and a son of a bitch.” These are the words you would use to describe Draco Malfoy if somebody ever asked you. Of course, you are not worried of ever saying the first four words of that sentence to anyone because, well, nobody would ever ask you.

It’s not that your opinion of the blond boy doesn’t matter, don’t get me wrong, but it’s just that your judgement of Malfoy is well known all across Hogwarts : you hate Draco, with a passion. Matter fact, if you had a gun with two bullets and you were in a room with Voldemort, Umbridge , and Draco, you would shoot draco, twice.

You must be curious on why you both hate each other so much ; Well for starters, it all started on the first ever day of Hogwarts when⎯

“Draco fucking Malfoy.”you yelled at the top of your lungs as soon as you felt a translucent-gooey-textured liquid being poured on the top of your head, slowly making its way on your shoulders. For the matter that drenched your upper body was unknown, you closed your eyes instantly, preventing whatever-that-was from infecting your eyes.

(I guess we’ll tell that story another day)

You quickly wiped your eyes with your fingers, wanting to see the culprit so you could give them a piece of your mind. But, of course, you knew damn well who would dare to pull this type of pranks at eight am.

There he was, right in front of you, Draco Malfoy, with his stupid platinum blond hair, laughing stupidly with his stupider friends. Oh, how his laugh was aggravating to your ears.

“What the fuck did you just pour on me Malfoy?”You gritted your teeth, angry as ever. Who in their right state of mind would be this bored to pull a prank this early in the morning?

A smirk grazed his lips as he looked down on you. “What I just poured on you is troll snot.” His response earned a roar of laughter from not only his little clique, but the entire hallway which was, conveniently for Draco, busy at this time of the day. “And you think it's bloody funny you fucking tosser?” You said, disgusted as you helplessly tried to clean your hands on your skirt.

“Geez, Gorgon.” He chuckled as if you said the silliest thing ever. “Who shat in your cereals?” This statement made Crabbe and Goyle slap their knees and grab their stomach as it hurt with laughter. “Stop laughing! What's so funny you idiots?” You glared at them which made them stop at once.

You took a step towards the blond boy while looking at him straight into his eyes. “You're satisfied of yourself right now, aren't you Malfoy?” He took a step back, not sure of what's going to be your next move. “Are you du—” You were interrupted by a stern voice that silenced the entire hallway in a matter of seconds.

“What in Merlin's name is going on over here?” You didn't even need to turn around to see whose voice it is as you know it too damn well. Plus, the look on Malfoy only confirmed your suspicion. “Fuck, it's Snape.” He muttered shakily under his breath. “You are little coward, aren't you Malfoy?” You giggled bitterly finding his reaction way too funny. “Everybody go to class.” The professor continued. “NOW.”He demanded making every student watching the scene scurry to their first class of the day.

“Y/N Gorgon. Draco Malfoy.” Snape said in a severe voice. “What did you two scheme this time?” You turned around to look at the professor's face filled of exasperation. Well, can you blame him? There's not a single person in the world that wouldn't be tired of giving the same two students detention almost every day for the past six years. Yes, every day for the past SIX years.

Snape's presence didn't even bother you at this point, the man has seen you in all the possible situations and emotional states since the day you stepped foot into Hogwarts. So, unbothered, you continued talking to Draco as if Snape wasn't even in the room. “You will not get away with this Malfoy”you said through gritted teeth. “Trust, you will be dealt with.” You poked your index finger at his chest. “You didn't win yet, you fucking twat." The last statement earned you a smack in the back of your head from Snape.

“10 points out for Slytherin for your foolishness.” he said, disappointed. “I think you two already know the drill by now.” He sighed looking at the two of you in front of him. “Potions classroom. Cauldrons.” He said lifelessly, as usual.

“I think you are mistaken professor, we cleaned the cauldrons yesterday.” Draco said hurriedly. You quickly nudged Draco with your elbow. “Shut up Malfoy.” you mouthed.

“Would you rather help Filch on his cleaning duties?” Snape said already knowing your reaction. “No, sir.” You said quickly.

“Good.”He said before turning his back and leaving to Merlin knows where, but, then, he stopped his motions before turning back towards you and Draco. “Oh and Y/N.” You gulped. “Clean yourself before going to detention.” He brought his hand to his nose, waving it up and down as if to eliminate a bad odour. “The stench of troll snot isn't really pleasant for my nose. I think I speak for all of us” He turned back and disappeared quickly from the hallways which were empty by now, leaving only you and Draco who was currently laughing uncontrollably.

Of course, you didn't hesitate to kick him where the sun doesn't shine to make him shut up. And it did work.

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"And he got me fucked up if he thinks that he'll get away with this easily." You stormed into your room, muttering like a mad woman. "He really thinks" you sat yourself on your desk, slamming a piece of paper on it. "that I'm going to let this slide, huh?" you picked up your quill and started writing on the paper. "Malfoy, you don't know what's coming for your right now." you chuckled maniacally.

"What the fuck Y/N?" Athena, your roommate, said as she got out of your shared bathroom, looking like she just got out of the shower. "Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?" she questioned while looking at you curiously and leaning her body on the door frame of the bathroom. "By the way⎯ What in Merlin's beard is this horrid smell?" she scrunched her nose "And it's definitely not me cause I just hopped out of the shower." You glared at her. "Well, what about you?" you said, "aren't you supposed to be in transfiguration right now?" you looked back at your paper. "If you are wondering about the smell," you stopped writing your sentence and met her eyes, "Draco Malfoy poured troll snot on me this morning." you explained.

A look of horror displayed on Athena's face "Troll snot?" you nodded. "Yes troll snot." for a moment she looked like she was suppressing a laugh, but then she couldn't control it anymore and had a fit of laughter. "What are you laughing for you git?" You were utterly offended, why would your dearest friend laugh of your misery?

"I'm sorry love, it's just that it's kind of a good come back for your last prank." she put her hand in front of her mouth as an attempt to hide her smile. "I didn't think that he could top you putting green hair dye in his shampoo." she continued. "Sure." you said smiling as Athena reminded you of your last accomplishment. "So I suppose that you are planning your next prank, aren't you?" she pointed at the piece of paper you were writing. "You know, I think you guys should just kiss at this point." you pretended to gag at her last statement. "Don’t ever say that again Athena. It’s never going to happen." she leaned back from her previous position and started to walk towards you.

"And, yeah, I am." a huge smirk displayed on your face. "And what is it?" she said as she stood next to you. "Nothing." you said simply. "Nothing?" Athena confusedly said as she picked up your piece of paper. "Yeah, I'm just gonna take a step back and watch things unfold." You said while leaning back in your chair, your arms behind your head.

You watched Athena's reaction at your next prank with amusement. "Y/N! You are insane." she exclaimed with her eyes as wide as saucers. "I truly don't know how to feel about this one, it's really risky." she waved the paper in front of your face. "Don't worry about it, it's all fun." you snatched the paper out of her hand. "Besides, that's the adequate payback for what he did today." you smiled mischievously while reading at the words written in the piece of parchment."

Dear Draco,

You filled up my heart for the past years, and I can not thank you enough for bringing me so much joy.

You see, I'm always looking at you secretly and it's creepy, I know, but I can't stop my eyes for prying for every trace of you. You are the highlight of my every day, hour and second.

I feel butterflies in my stomach every time our eyes meet by accident, I feel happy when you laugh but sadness when I see a frown on your face. Oh, how I'm infatuated by you.

But see, pretty boy, a wave of sadness can't help but to wash all over me when I wonder if you even know my existence.

Darling, do you even know my name? do you know I exist?

yours truly,

your secret admirer.

"This is perfect." you folded the letter and put it in a pink envelope. "I don't know about this Y/N." Athena sounded genuinely worried. "It's all he deserves for ruining my day by pouring troll snot on me." you said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, speaking of troll snot." Athena scrunched her nose in disgust. "you should really take a shower."

#Draco Malfoy #Draco Malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #Draco Malfoy x you #Draco Malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x slytherin!reader #enemies to lovers #dm x reader #draco fic #draco x slytherin!reader #slytherin #Harry Potter #draco malfoy fanfiction #slytherin fan fic

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mayuichi · 5 months

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“That... is the silliest thing I have ever heard of you.„

Tighnari x Reader No warning!

note: i wrote it last night but bc of a bug it posted only the very beginning and didn't saved, so i had to rewrite it after crying A LOT.

Official art from Hoyoverse!

Cuddling in his very little home, you feel his tail brush against your arm in a loving way. You can't help but smile.

You can't spend too much time together, but you know when he tells you he'll make some time for you, he definitely will. He loves you so dearly, he can't imagine his life without you.

Yet today, you managed to make him cuddle with you while working. How ? Well, what a stupid question! You're his beloved partner, he can't resist you.

You both sit on his bed, he moved the coffee table in front of it. Writing on a paper carefully, he keeps an arm around your waist and let you press your head against his shoulder. His ears move every so often.

Listening to the pen against the paper, you stare at his notes. You could see some animals name written on, but everything else make you confuse. You look up at him, tilting your head in a way to ask what is that supposed to be. “What's that?„

He gives you a rapid glance, chuckling under his breath. “Well, that's... A report I'm working on.„ you glare at him, rolling your eyes just then. “I know that, idiot.„

He doesn't try to hide his amusement, his tail gently wagging from left to right and occasionally caressing your arm. “What is it exactly ?„

He suddenly becomes much more serious than you expected him to be. “That.. Is a report of every animals and their state in the forest.„ thinking you'd understand properly why, he sighs when he sees your confused expression.

“Since winter is coming fast, some animals like birds leave for more warm environment, while some others choose to hibernate. All that because food is becoming rare in the cold. And they do so before coming back or waking up once the weather warms up.„ he explains as easily as possible, keeping his loving gaze to you.

You hum in response, “So... You're the one in charge to check on them?„ he nods. “As the Chief Officer, I am the more capable of it. The other Forest Rangers are good too, of course, but... They do not know the forest as well as I. So to avoid any issue, I took that responsibility.„

“Yes, I see you haven't read the book I have lend you a few weeks ago.„ he seems disappointed. He had lend you a book to read about the Avidya Forest, everything to know about it. And you couldn't help but feel embarrassed to have been caught so easily by your own curiosity.

His dedication is so heartwarming to you. He could be as cold as ever when teaching someone a lesson, yet he's so loving towards you. He couldn't just scold you, right ? That.. Is the whole reason why you want to have fun a little.

“So... Why don't you hibernate ?„ you grin, holding your laugh in as he tilts his head, his tail slowing down a little. “You know.. Since you're a fennec fox...„

His tail abruptely comes to a stop, and he shoots you a death stare. Letting his pen fall, he pushes you down on the bed, forcing you under him as he pins your hands above your head with one of his. The other slides up your side to your neck, just to take a grip of your chin in between his thumb and index.

“That... is the silliest thing I have ever heard of you. I may be a fennec fox, but only partially.„ he leans dangerously closer, straddling your waist. “And for your information... Fennec foxes do not hibernate.„

You could swear you saw a smirk adorning his face for a split second, but it was too short to be sure. He brings you in a feverish yet passionate kiss, demanding and forcing entry to your mouth to claim ownership over it.

His hand at your chin caresses your cheek, while the other keeps you down. Finally breaking a way, you're left panting. He sits up once again, taking his pen. His tail flaps once more against the mattress, and his ears flicker at each sound.

He delights in your whimpers, knowing he left you wanting more. But he clearly doesn't plan to give you anything. You hurry to sit up and tug at his shirt, whining how much you want more.

But he's quick to shut you up by kissing you once more. “If you let me finish my work, I promise to satisfy all your needs tonight.„ your eyes sparkle with hope. “Promise promise?„

He chuckles quietly, carefully placing his free hand above yours. "Promise promise, yes, even if I find it silly." but what he finds even sillier is the way you suddenly behave obediently.

Carefully and slowly, he cups your chin with his hands, his pen slightly glinding across your skin. “Plus, don't you remember too ? Fennec foxes have only a mate for life. And mine, it's you.„

/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuichi's property. do not repost, copy or translate without permission.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin tighnari #tighnari #genshin impact tighnari #tighnari x reader #genshin tighnari x reader #x reader #/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ's writing

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verslxt · 8 months

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contrary to popular belief, kiyoomi sakusa is fucking amazing with kids. you have first handedly experienced it when your and kiyoomis son was born

kiyoomi loves to have your son on his chest while he looks back at volleyball footage from high school and his latest game.

just watching the two smile and play with each other warms your heart how kiyoomi traces the moles on your sons face and back as he lays with you

kiyoomi loves to see how cute his son is when he gets time with mommy that sakusa has filmed a plenty of times when your son was first born and in the past couple months so that he can look back on it when hes away for volleyball

kiyoomi who loves to see your guys son smile and giggle. he'd make the funniest, silliest, most idiotic faces just to see his son and beautiful wife smile

kiyoomi loves to see you smile when he does that thing where you go behind a blanket and hold it up a few times then "disappear" when he goes behind a wall. then he pops out and surprises his son just to see you smile and him do the cutest little jump

you've filmed kiyoomi playing with your guys son so many times and you always save them to an album called "kiyo and kai <3" that kiyoomi found one day

"hey kiyo-"

"love whats this" he says as he holds up your phone showing you the album full of videos, pictures, screenshots, and more of kiyoomi and kai being adorable together

"the kiyo and kai album? love thats for when your away with volleyball and when kai and i miss you"

"anddd"

"well i wanna look back at them when kai moves out and we're old as dirt"

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #msby sakusa #hq sakusa #sakusa fluff

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heehoothefool · 1 year

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I'm still not over the silliness of Bad Boys Bread Bridge this is the silliest, most cringefail thing I have ever seen and yet somehow it's working out.

The Bad Boys already are so stupidly silly. Lone-Wolf-Murder-Hobo, Can't-Stay-Alive-Cringefail-Canary, and #God decided they wanted to be the very specific brand of Bad Boys that is "We're not actually bad we just call ourselves that to sound cool we're actually a bunch of mostly well-meaning idiots who come up with pranks" and By Grian are they living up to that.

Joel comes up with the silliest ideas, Grian enables the hell out of him and contributes like no tomorrow while quietly scheming himself, and poor Jimmy is just being dragged along for the ride as the resident mom friend with no spine that's trying to keep them out of TOO much trouble while still being a #BadBoy.

Jimmy is like the well-behaved and super caring little brother and his annoying older brothers who torment him (lovingly) have dragged him into their silliness ans he can't say no because it's honestly fun but he's eternally worried about the consequences of his actions.

And then you have their biggest prank, The Bread Bridge. It does nothing. It serves no real purpose other than to be completely utterly absurd and connect everything up. They talk about it like having it built towards your base is a malicious act but they're literally just building a giant wheat farm in your general direction. It's free food. It's like them threatening to draw on your car but all they do is use those window paint markers designed for cars to write dumb jokes on your windows.

They're so silly and I am obsessed with them, actually.

#slime speaks #limitedlife #limited life smp #limited life spoilers #grian #jimmy solidarity #smallishbeans #joel smallishbeans #solidaritygaming #traffic smp #trafficsmp #traffic spoilers #trafficblr #traffic series

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lovejosephquinn · 11 months

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A little exboyfriend!Joey smutty one shot for your reading pleasure. Under 18's DNI. Word Count: 3.3k

Idk, the picture's hot and I feel like it fits. 👀

It's a sad state of affairs the morning after a night out when you wake up in your ex boyfriends bed, you glance over at him still sleeping, everything flashing back to the night before when you had your unfortunate reunion right up to the point where you got into a taxi to go back to his and then of course; you end up sleeping with him to the point where you pass out.

You bite your lip down with a slight sting from a mark he's left right where you touch it, turns out sex with your ex is the angry kind, the hateful kind and above all the kind where not all feelings are obviously lost between the two of you. You try to make no sudden movements, Joe waking up now would be the biggest of your worries. What would he think? Why are you still laid here considering these thoughts yourself? You obviously want to admit that you're the idiot here, clearly bringing yourself down to the level of desperation for the physicality's known has sexual intercourse and the need of another human touching you; obviously sharing your frustrations. It had to be him... You decided to close your eyes, let him be the one to wake up and wander these things and then you could at least pretend to be the one who was shocked about it.

It started with you making eye contact at the bar, you were already half cut and the confidence boost of alcohol had you staring even more, eyes locked and heart going mad with confusion and the thoughts of your past relationship with the man in question. What is it about the sense of danger also known as an ex that made the thought of talking to him so exciting. You played hard to get, moved around the club, everywhere you seemed to be, he was there too. It felt like an unrequited fate, something you had probably dreamed about and conjured up in the depths of your mind and all of a sudden it was coming true.

The break up was mutual, you argued all of the time over the silliest things and never saw eye to eye on your own opinions, it ended a little sour but it was absolutely for the best. That was at least a year ago, you hadn't seen him since. It was clear to you that you were either really intoxicated or you weren't quite over him, both options seemed feasible. You made sure that he made the first move before you even considered interacting with him, one tap of your shoulder had you spinning around faster than the speed of light. To others you would look absolutely pathetic, you may as well of just fell onto your back like a puppy begging to have their belly rubbed.

The small talk was minimal, a small exchange of hello's would have sufficed in the tiny few words you had said to one another. In no way was this planned, but you couldn't help but fall for his god like charm and the way he stunned you with the cheeky smile that used to make you swoon over and over again. It wasn't planned when you were dancing up against him, your ass brushing right up against him as you shook your hips, his hands gripped onto your waist to keep you in place as you moved in unison to the tune of the music. It wasn't until he spun you around and your hands clutched onto his arms to keep yourself steady, you gripped and felt the slight tense of muscle which made you take a breath in, it flexed a little more when one hand came up to meet your chin, raising your head up to fix your sights on those doe eyes once more.

"I missed you." Joe mouthed and you heard it loud and clear, there wasn't any need for sound, the movement of his lips told you everything you needed to know. Before you knew it or even felt it, your body had gained a mind of it's own and you'd managed to rise up onto your tiptoes to meet his height, mouth on mouth attracted like a repelled magnet, done in. Too little too late to back out now. Your tongues writhed, meeting in the middle to create a further friction. Joe's hand had creeped underneath your hair and wrapped firmly around the back of your neck to ensure you stayed firmly where you were and didn't try to pull away, there wasn't a chance of that when your arms resembled his own movement, your hands intertwined together at the back of his own neck like you were keeping yourself dangling off of him. It was hot, better yet a torturous effect of emotion that left you needing more, more of something and someone that had already had a hold on you for the longest of time, it was undeniably wrong but it felt so right.

It caught you by a gasp when Joe's other hand travelled down to squeeze at your ass cheek, you managed to inch yourself away a step. To his own surprise he put his hands up in defeat, not sure if he took it a step too far, it clearly wasn't because you had already found yourself making out with him in the middle of the club, that was the least of your worries. Joe leaned down to your ear, a shout which could of probably burst your ear drum so that he could be heard over the booming noise.

"Come back with me..." He didn't move, clearly not finished, you waited in the slight pause of his question, the next word seemed so forlorn and nervous at the realisation that he himself had plucked up the courage to ask you to go home with him. "Please?"

Your head sprung up and down like a nodding dog figurine and the oxygen flow had immediately stopped inside of your lungs, you could feel the way your heart burst through your chest when Joe grabbed a hold of your hand and led you through the crowd and out of the double doors into the cool summer night. Ridiculously and inevitably you couldn't keep your hands off one another in the taxi, like a couple in their honeymoon period you were leaned into his side, your arms back to holding one another in place, feeling every part that you were allowed to in public whilst your mouths violently attacked and teeth clashed against one another.

You almost fell out the var when he dragged you out of it, laughing when your arm nearly came out of it's socket from the force. Joe picked you up bridal style and continued to kiss you all the way up to his front door, fumbling around in his pocket whilst one arm kept you propped up against him. You insisted he put you down for one second so that he could get you both inside, obeying you quite quickly, you felt your feet touch the ground as you held yourself against the wall giggling at the amount of attempts and profanities it took for Joe to get the key into the door. You brushed past Joe in an effort to get out of the cold and he caught a hold of your hips whilst kicking the door shut behind him.

"Where do you think you're going?" He smirked, swirling you round to meet him.

"Hi." The sparkle in his eyes spoke a million words of affection, something you had truly missed.

"Hi." You mouthed back, a little neurotic whisper weeping from your vocal chords.

"Remember your way to my bed?"

"Absolutely." You were the one to take a hold of his hand this time, dragging him through the hallway and up the stairs, eyes making a beeline for the second door on the left as soon as you reached the top. You stumbled, chuckling at one another's attempts to walk in a steady line and for a second it was as innocent and as lovely as before, whatever before was.

You were pushed through, falling back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. Falling back onto it, Joe creeped up to come and lay by your side, propped up on one elbow. The very scent of him engulphed your nostrils making him feel all the more inviting. He was undeniably as gorgeous as the last time you had laid your eyes on him and suddenly you felt lucky, like another chance had arisen for the two of you. You felt the attraction and you wanted everything from him in that one second, you needed it like yesterday.

The view was firmly cut short by you when you leaned up to push his head down to kiss you some more, his hand stroked don to meet your chest, fondling you through your dress and massaging each breast in turn making you whimper into his mouth. His touch was excruciatingly memorable and made every baby hair on the back of your neck stand up, goose bumps rising, your core aching for more. It's like he read your mind and before you could mention it, his hand creeped up your dress, rubbing along the inside of your thighs that were parting magically granting him the access he wanted. When he reached the cotton of your underwear, the slight dampness he felt interrupted your lips touching, making him bite down onto your bottom lip in a strong willed manner.

"Fuck, always wet and ready for me aren't you, just like before."

Before. Before shit hit the fan? Yeah.

Your hand which was brushing right up against his bulge made you want to get your own back with your reply. You gripped onto the outline of his hardening length, squeezing a little, his bite intensifying on your lip almost drawing blood, slowly pulling back and letting go as he let out a little grunt.

"Fuck, always hard and ready for me yourself aren't you? Just like..."

Joe got the gist of your cheek and where you were heading with it, before you could even finish your sentence, your panties had been pushed to the side and two fingers were slammed inside of you, fucking their way up, thrusting in and out rapidly. Your breath hitched and a borderline pornographic moan fluttered out of you, your grip in turn pressed a little harder onto his cock making him go harder on you, the slick you had already created gave Joe a nice and easy pace to go at your cunt to his hearts content.

"I remember that face, the little slut who would beg me to fuck her harder, you want more don't you? I can tell."

You submitted almost instantly, your nodding dog demeanour back in full force as another finger pushed its way inside of you, his thick digits were spreading you well. "Shit, you're so tight."

"You forgot?" You giggled. The smirk was wiped straight off of your face when his fingers curled upward, and his fist was touching the entrance of your pussy, you pulsated around him, clenching against his fingers as your hips writhed along with his movements.

"I remember that this is the one thing we agreed on, the sex was always amazing darling. You were-" You attacked his mouth biting down onto his bottom lip just like he had yours, pulling back and letting go and giving him the eyes that warned him to shut the fuck up. "Are amazing." He finished, great save.

Your own hand had found itself massaging him through his trousers, his own little wet patch from the pre-cum formed it's own little mark where he'd already began to get over excited from all the commotion, jerking him through his clothing made you want nothing more than for him to release and make a mess of himself, but your drunken self was in a more selfish mood and you were in need of more requirement to pleasure yourself over him.

His fingers slipped out of you and raised upward until his index and middle finger were sloppily rubbing away at your clit, his once twinkling eyes were now replaced by a darkened aura which confirmed to you that he wanted you more than anything. You attempted to close your legs to stop Joe from having all the fun. A slight whisper of nuh uh came from his throat and he prised them open once more, vigorously attacking your bud until your back was arching itself off of the mattress.

The ache in your core snapped when he pushed his fingers against a part of your slit, messily massaging against you whilst putting a little more effort into it to really make you feel what he was doing down there.

"Joey I-" You hadn't called him that in a long time.

"Yes baby that's it, atta girl." You came undone, the knotted ball in the pit of your stomach broke and you moaned breathlessly through the orgasm that travelled all over the entirety of your body.

You were still coming down from your high, yet a burst of energy catching Joe off guard made you push him so he fell flat onto his back, undoing his belt buckle and ordering him to give you what you needed, your sole purpose for coming back to his in the first place. For a stupidly drunken fuck.

Slipping off your underwear whilst he was busy ridding his own clothes into a forgotten mess on the laminate flooring just below the bed, you climbed onto Joe, straddling him with all intense and purpose. You felt his hands move your hips as he grinded his cock between your slit, feeling the remanence of your cum dripping onto him. You leaned down and attacked his neck, biting, sucking, licking and making every effort to mark him yourself, claiming him almost, not as your own but just so he wouldn't forget.

"I need you inside of me." You whimpered, his own groan following after yours at your erotic words.

"Yes ma'am, fucking ride me baby." You hovered yourself upward so that Joe could position himself at your entrance, bringing yourself down, his thick cock squeezed itself inside of you, your high pitched moans mirroring one another's in the same pitch as you both adjusted to both the size and tightness.

You began to move, grinding against him, your hands pressed against his stomach for leverage, every inch inside of you quivering as his cock tapped against your cervix. "Fuck!" Joe called out, your eyes fully trained on each other so that you could see who came undone first. "Bounce on my cock." He snapped at you and you didn't need to be told twice. His hands guided you along, creating a solid rhythm. Two could clearly play this game when he rose his own hips to meet you coming downward, it felt like the tip of his cock was touching your stomach with every thrust. It wasn't even fast, it was hard and made to be felt.

The tables turned when Joe pushed you onto one side, taking over immediately, wanting nothing more than to be in control. You were now the one on your back, over stimulated and anxiety free being completely in the zone. He grabbed a hold of your legs, hoisting your feet over his shoulders, etching your dress up a little so he could watch the way he was about to rail you.

"And what do you think you're doing?" You teased.

"Pounding this perfect little pussy, that ok?"

"Yes..." You have to admit, the reply you gave came out a little sarcastic. You bit down onto your lip again, adding to the already bruising mark Joe had created earlier. Joe's leaned over before going back in for more, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"I wasn't asking your permission." He smirked, your knees were almost at your chest in the way he'd moved to get closer to you. You were too fixated on the brown eyes looking right back at you intensely to realise that his cock had plunged it's way inside of you. Bringing you straight back down to earth, he moved back up into position and did exactly what he had suggested he was going to. Joe fucked into you as hard and as fast as he could, multitasking by using his thumb to stroke over your already over sensitive bud.

"Cum for me again, I need to store this memory in my brain again of how pretty you look when you do."

"You don't remember?"

"I took it for fucking granted before." His head fell back as he tried to concentrate on not cumming himself.

His cock was buried so deep inside of you that it was hard not to feel the orgasm creep on you again, his head snapped back into place when he felt the way your walls contracted around his shaft.

"Yes, yes that's it, take this fucking cock. Oh- my-"

You were gone and so was he. The moment he saw your eyes roll into the back of your head, Joe came to a stand still, his cock throbbing as the cum spirted inside of you, your cunt gripping harder, taking all that you could from him.

It's a sad state of affairs the morning after a night out when you wake up in your ex boyfriends bed. Your eyes open and you're back to the morning light seeping through the window, a small heart attack rampaging through you when you turn your head to see Joe staring at you with a rather worried look on his features.

"You're still here?" He mumbled, the low gravelly morning voice echoed through the goose bumps that still remained, permanently tattooed on your skin as they had been last night.

"I am." You whispered.

"Do you regret it?" Joe asked, he may as well of thrown you in front of a moving car at this point, it probably would of hurt less.

You looked up to the ceiling and quickly returned to watch him when a huge saddened sigh erupted from his throat.

"I'll take that as a-"

"No. I don't."

"Me neither." Joe stated, a small smile creeping onto his lips.

Well this was an unexpected reaction to what you thought it was going to be, so much was unsaid which hadn't occurred to you before, maybe it was right person wrong timing. The amount of tears you had shed when you broke up was enough to fill a small lake so it was clear that the whole thing was a shit storm and you very much still had feeling for him, even if it was over 365 days later.

"I know this might make you feel awkward, but if I don't say it now then I don't think I ever will." Joe took a deep breath in.

You gulped yourself, nausea hitting the pit of your stomach in the form of either a hangover or the anxiousness of the seconds of waiting for him to say what he wanted to say.

"Will you come to dinner with me tonight? I-"

"Joe." You interrupted, probably making him feel really small when he had plucked up every ounce of courage to do this.

"As friends. I meant it when I said I'd missed you."

"You remember?"

"How could I forget." Joe offered a sympathetic smile. Your smile became more genuine, you had nothing to lose after all right?

"Dinner sounds great."

#joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn angst

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abiiors · 1 year

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Crush

In which Matty is a lil pining idiot who has a massive crush. This is a work of fiction because Matty Healy is in fact 🤏🏼this tall.

It’s thirty minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage.

They’re in a city they’ve played in multiple times, he knows the setlist from back to front and he’s already thinking about what twists he can put on the songs tonight. The backstage is pretty crowded and bustling; George sits on a chair, idly drumming away to whatever’s playing in his ears at the moment. Ross is nowhere to be found, probably out having a cigarette break and Hann chats with some of the backing artists.

Matty sits and watches.

He knows you’re far too busy running around from one person to the next, making sure everything is perfect and ready to go. Your staff lanyard swishes back and forth every time you dash past him and his heart squeezes every time you throw a casual smile at others.

‘You’re running around like a headless chicken,’ he calls out as soon as you’re in hearing distance.

You stagger to a stop, look at him with a raised eyebrow, ‘yea well,’ you shrug, ‘I have a million last-minute things to look at.’

He knows it’s literally your job but in this moment, all he wants is for you to sit next to him (better yet, for you to sit in his lap) and just talk to him. About anything and everything. But then a small smile blooms on your face and his heart skips a beat.

‘Your tie is so wonky,’ you chuckle a bit and gesture for him to stand up.

It’s become a bit of a habit for him now, wearing his tie off by just the slightest. It happened a few months ago on accident when he was rushing but then he saw how it irked you and how you were dying to fix it. How close you both stood while your fingers worked deftly at the knot. He remembers jokingly thinking about how he adores you even with your hands around his neck.

And now he does it on purpose, wears his tie just crooked enough to irk you so you would come over and fix it for him. But he has to be careful not to do it every time. And on days he ties a perfect knot, he constantly dreams about your soft hands gently undoing it.

‘Oh, so you know all about ties now?’ he teases, trying to compensate for how breathless he feels. A faint scent of jasmine washes over him, your shampoo or your body lotion, he doesn’t know but his mind has started associating the scent with you and you alone.

‘Do you want me to fix it or not?’ you challenge and he nods so fast that he’s sure he looks unhinged.

He worries a bit that he’s teased at the wrong time. You were clearly running around, busy with other things backstage and now he’s sprung an additional task on you. He’s worried that he’s come across as a petulant rockstar who needs assistance for as simple a task as this.

‘I should be charging you for this,’ you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling and his brain short circuits.

For one, you’ve just teased back and now all he can think about is biting your lip while holding you in his arms.

The height difference between you means that every time you look up at him, it’s through your eyelashes. His lips part slightly, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. And he can’t; he can’t just go around burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply. So he has to collect little bits and pieces of you whenever he can and store them like stolen candy.

‘There,’ you say, once you’re done and give him a little pat on his chest, ‘now you look all handsome again.’

Him. Handsome. You think he looks handsome. And he’s sure he has the stupidest, silliest grin on his face.

‘Oh god, don’t smile at me like that,’ you blurt out. It’s rushed, almost a whisper, almost like it wasn’t supposed to be said out loud but your eyes widen. And your cheeks turn pink in an instant.

‘Why?’ he feigns arrogance, Matty Healy seamlessly slipping into truman black, ‘does my devastatingly handsome smile make you go crazy?’

You roll your eyes but don’t take a step back, you don’t even move your hands from his chest. Which is a bit of a problem because his heart is racing.

‘You okay?’ you ask and he watches your brows furrow in concern. You're definitely onto him.

Shit. Shit. Shit. He has to think on his feet and the only thing he can’t do right now is focus!

‘Just nervous about the show?’

It comes out more like a question, and he wants to kick himself for telling such an obvious lie. You know he has played here like four times before. You know he has everything rehearsed and ready to go and whatever amount of nerves he might feel, they’re nowhere near enough to make his heart pound like this.

You give him a sceptical look and open your mouth, about to say something but someone calls your name. Both your gazes snap to see another person on the staff, clipboard in hand, feet tapping impatiently. Matty feels an instant annoyance because how dare they look at you with anything but adoration but then his gaze snaps back to you.

‘I gotta go,’ you give him a small apologetic smile, ‘but good luck out there, you’ll be fantastic.’ Before he knows what’s happening, you stand on your toes and press a tiny kiss on his cheek. And just like, you’re gone, running around the set once again.

In a daze, his fingers come up to lightly touch his cheek. Multiple neurons in his body are misfiring and he feels a bit like he’s about to fall off a cliff.

He wonders if he should follow you and kiss you hard enough that he will taste you for days. He wonders if you taste like the cherry lip gloss you use. Then he worries that you’re just a friendly, affectionate person. And finally, he burns with envy that someone out there might be getting a real, proper good-luck kiss from you.

‘Alright, mate?’ Ross appears, finally back from his cigarette break and Matty has to stop himself from unloading everything on him. He just sticks to nodding absentmindedly and clears his throat.

It’s ten minutes until he’s supposed to be on stage.

And now all he can think about is crooked ties and cherry-flavoured lips.

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(yes, i put another lyrical reference in there. are we surprised?)

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joshsindigostreak · 8 months

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I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter One

“Touching you makes me die inside”

Josh Kiszka x Vampire!Reader

Notes: I haven't written fanfic in literal years (let alone published anything) and this just popped into my head while on a road trip and I just had to write it down. Huge shout out to Kait @gretasmokerising and Anna @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine for being my soundboard and encouraging me to flesh it out instead of just being an idea in my head. Love y'all so much!

Warnings: not much other than descriptions of blood.

Word Count: 2520

The bar was unusually crowded tonight, a detail you always preferred on nights like these. On nights you only had one thing on your mind. Nights when you needed to feed. It was a chain sports bar, which was a rule of yours: never go to local bars, the smaller the establishment the more likely a local turning up missing would be noticed. Bartenders and owners always notice when their regulars stop showing up. But no one bats an eye when a sports fanatic in a sea of matching jerseys slips off into an alley or stumbles down the street away from the fray, that’s just Friday.

So there you were, sitting at the far end of the bar where you could get a better view of the room, your finger circling the rim of the vodka RedBull you pretended to drink. Human alcohol was alright, and the concoctions they’d come up with were cute, but it wasn’t anything compared to blood. Nothing compared to blood. You started salivating at the thought of it, your teeth begging to extend from your gums in preparation, but you shake your head and focus once again.

Your eyes scanned the crowd in the bar, sweeping through the loud and obnoxious patrons hoping to find a target that would satiate your thirst for a few nights. That’s when you heard it, this loud, jovial belly laugh from the corner of the bar. You snapped your eyes towards the source, and you saw him. Big toothy grin, with a gap between his front teeth, the sides of his head was shaved down to the skin, the rest of his hair was curly and clearly picked to death to make it as tall as possible. Poolstick in one hand and the other playfully slapped the arm of the man next to him who was playing with him. You took a sip of your drink as you observed him closely, gauging how drunk he was. Not that it mattered too much, men were easy pickings amongst humans.

Your heightened senses let you hear what he was saying, and you almost switched your target to someone else when you realized how much of a motormouth he was. But you sighed and continued to listen, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the inane things he was rambling off. Yeah, you were going to enjoy shutting him up later. If your stomach could growl anymore, it would have several times by now from the sheer amount of time it had been since your last feed. You were bored now, and needed to set the scene for your graceful exit and hopefully delicious dinner.

The human turned his head to a person on his other side as they were speaking, and you got a clear view of the side of his sharp jawline, and more importantly, his neck. The only visible scars on him was a small scar on his cheek, the rest of his visible skin was unmarked, unblemished, and that excited you more. It was almost too pretty for what you planned on doing to it, and the visual of his blood running down his neck into his shirt, staining it while the scent filled the air had you nearly launching yourself off that barstool to sink your teeth into him right then and there.

You shook your head a little to center yourself, you were too old to give into sloppy desires like that. Downing the rest of your drink, you hopped off your stool and quickly plastered a cheerful grin on your face when the bar erupted in cheers at one of the teams on the screen scoring something. You didn’t care what it was, who was who, or what idiotic sport these humans cared about, but you needed to blend in. Raising your arms, you let out the silliest “woooo!” you could muster without embarrassing yourself, while quickly making your way to the other side of the bar where your target remained parked by the pool tables.

As you got near that end of the bar, you pretended to completely ignore him and his friends. You pretended you didn’t see how his vision snapped to you as you walked by, or how he barely blinked while he watched you stare at the old school jukebox in the corner, looking over the options. You pretended you definitely didn’t see how his grip on his beer tightened as he checked you out. Men were so fucking easy like this, even the undead ones you knew personally. They’d never changed in the three centuries you had been alive.

You threw a look over your shoulder at the crowd behind you, matching the energy of the room and letting out an airy laugh at what was happening on the televisions. As you turned back to the jukebox, you saw your target walking towards you, nearly stumbling over his own feet to get to you.

“You’re awfully happy for a girl whose team is losing miserably.” He mused at you with a playful tone in his voice.

You turned to him, slightly confused until you looked over his shoulder at the score and looked down at your shirt. Shit, he was right. It was nothing you couldn’t recover from however, “oh it’s ok, I just like the energy going on...” That was stupid, but he seemed to buy it.

“Whatcha drinking?” He said pointing to the empty cup in your hand.

You let out another light giggle, “oh just a vodka RedBull…”

He immediately turned to the bartender closest to him and ordered you another drink and another beer for himself. As he turned away from you, you noticed the multiple ear piercings in his ear, and tried to check out the metal to see if they were silver or stainless steel. You hoped out of convenience they were stainless steel or even white gold, because silver of any kind burned a Vampire's skin. While it would take a significant amount to hurt you, it was still annoying to avoid minor burns while enjoying a simple meal.

He turned back towards you, dagger earring swinging as he did so, “I haven’t seen you here before…”

“You haven’t? You must not have been looking hard enough.” Your mouth twists into a smile, not only to make it seem like you were flirting with him but because you could hear his heartbeat hammering in your head. He wasn’t even trying to keep calm in front of you.

At your reply he started grinning too, giving you a front row seat to a tooth gap that for a human was adorable. You briefly wondered if he was aware of how cute it was but you shook that thought off, you needed to get this done. You looked him in the eyes, just then realizing how intense his stare was. Those big brown eyes of his bore into you, the wheels were turning behind them and you wondered what he was thinking about. It was almost a crime you’d never be able to see how they looked in the sun. You’d never see how the sun would highlight every swirl, every minuscule difference from his left and right eye, all the dimensions of color you could never see in person because of the one thing that could kill you. His eyes were sweet, in a genuine way you weren’t used to seeing in human men. If you hadn’t been starving you’d almost let this one go, and find a legitimate douche to feed off of. But then again, sometimes the sweetness from human nature translated in their blood. It was probably a Vampiric placebo effect, but sometimes you could almost taste someone’s nature in their blood, and this one, this man right here, made you want to test that theory to know for sure. Maybe he wasn’t as annoying as you originally thought while listening to his conversations earlier. Maybe.

Someone scored, a home run, touchdown, they won the points but you didn’t care, because everyone in the bar except you looked at the TV and cheered. You used this distraction to make eye contact with him once more, it was time to use your Persuasion, it was time to get out of there. With him.

“Hey…let’s get out here…” as you spoke, you felt your power come from within you and follow your words to him. He blinked once or twice, and nodded slightly and took your hand at once. You realized just then you hadn’t even gotten his name. Good. You didn’t need to get attached to this one with a name. Nearly losing your nerve over his fucking eyes was enough. You hadn’t been a teenager in over 300 years but for a brief second, you felt like one as his hand gripped ours and led you through the thick crowd.

The two of you made it to the back door, slipping out into the night easily. The door led out to an alley, as cliche as they were to feed in, they were easy to leave humans behind in with no memory of what had transpired. The only light was from a single flickering light bulb fixed above the back door. There wasn’t even a moon out that night.

He seemed highly amused at the fact he was alone with you, and spun around to face you as soon as the door shut, a toothy smile plastered on his face once again. “I live nearby. We can walk if you want…”

You held his gaze once again, using your Persuasion once again to your advantage. “No…this is perfectly fine…” Grabbing his hand this time, you led him down the alley, further into the dark. There were a few dumpsters on either side that made a perfect barrier hide behind.

Another round of cheers sounded off in the distance. The bar would be busy for at least another hour judging by the game time when you left, which was more than enough time to feed and get the fuck out of there. You looked up and he’s still looking at you with a dopey grin, the effects of your Persuasion still in effect.

He looked at you, going from your eyes to your lips, and you did the same to him. You leaned forward, lips softly brushed against his, eyes closing on instinct. The next thing you knew you were getting backed into the wall, the kissing getting messier and more passionate by the second. His front teeth nipped at your bottom lip, a slight noise escaping you at the action. You wanted to reach up and tangle your hand into his curly hair, but he had a firm grip of both your hands at your sides. So you just rolled with it, enjoying making out with this human before feeding on him. And you were about to pull apart to use your Persuasion again to get him in position, to even tell him it wasn’t going to hurt so he wouldn’t scream or be in pain. That was until you felt something-

Burning.

Hot.

Fucking heat.

Your wrists were suddenly on fire and you broke away to look down at your wrists being bound by silver fucking handcuffs. The target tightened them down on your wrists as tight as they could go, and when you looked up at the bastard you felt another burning sensation on your neck.

He was holding a silver knife against your throat. This mother fucker.

“What the fuck?!”

“Jesus Christ, I thought your file said you were supposed to be over 300 years old and you fell for that?!” He almost laughed as he pressed the knife flat against your skin, the sound and smell of sizzling flesh wafting through the air. Of course he had a fucking file. Humans love their stupid paperwork. You were fucked.

“Yeah your little trick of batting your lashes at me to get me to do what you want didn’t work. Not once.” How in the fuckedy-fuck did it not work?! He was glaring at you now, the sweet grinning man you found in the bar was gone, at least on the surface. Those big brown eyes of his looked nearly black now, the grip he had on one of your wrists tightening even more as if he was trying to click the cuff even tighter, burn even deeper into your flesh.

He was one of them. For every supernatural creature there were humans that hunted them. And this wannabe Dean Winchester clearly hunted vampires. It had been awhile since you had run into a hunter. At this point of your undead life you formed your own set of rules to keep you out of trouble. However, you played them all to a T tonight, and yet here you were, up against the wall being subdued by the supernatural equivalent to a boy scout.

The adrenaline was rolling through your body as you narrowed your eyes, and if you had had the strength you would’ve strangled him already.

“Fine. Fine! Just let me go and I’ll fucking leave the city and no one has to make a mess out here.”

“You think I’m letting you go anywhere when there have been bodies piling up left and right between here and 3 counties over?” He snarled out, leaning even closer to your face.

Bodies? You hadn’t fully killed anyone around here. Not yet anyway. To the brink of death, sure, you weren’t a saint and shit happens, but you definitely hadn’t left a trail of bodies anywhere. What the fuck was he talking about? But you didn’t care that much, you needed to get the fuck out of there before anyone saw.

“Listen you’ve got the wrong Vampire here I-“

“The wrong one? You were literally about to feed off of me. Don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing for a second. As soon as you walked into that bar I knew what you were. Your kind isn’t very subtle, especially the older ones. You have to work on that act of yours, sweetheart. It wasn’t as convincing as you’d think.” The grin was back, but it was cocky now and paired with an obnoxious dimple in his left cheek. This asshole.

The cheers erupted again, causing you both to look up at the sound. This was your chance. You still had enough strength in your legs to stoop on his foot with your full weight, causing him to lose grip on the knife and for you to knock it out of his hand with your useless hands and to skirt around him. You took off as fast as you could. Not as fast as your typical speed would allow, but faster than a human. Faster than that dickhead.

You had to get these cuffs off of you as soon as possible, and you had to make sure you never saw that douche again, or else you might actually kill him this time.

Part 2?

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Prompt 21 - Run

@jegulus-microfic April 21, Word count 898

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James didn’t come back all day. Regulus paced the small living area, doing laps around the sofa. He didn’t even know why he’d freaked out. James’s parents weren’t his own and judging by what James had told him about them and James himself as proof, they were probably perfectly wonderful people. But he and James had only met a few days ago. Gah. He continued pacing.

Around dinnertime, Sirius and Remus returned with bags bulging with records and trinkets from the small touristy town. Remus took one look at Regulus’s limp and ordered him into bed.

“If you continue to overdo it. It will take a lot longer for your ankle to heal.” Regulus had grunted and stomped off to his dark bedroom, his ankle throbbing.

He threw himself on his bed and flicked through the films on his TV. Nothing caught his interest.

A soft knock woke him from a nap brought on by boredom.

“Hey, Reggie, feel like a chat?” Sirius asked gently.

“No,” Regulus said bluntly. But sighed straight after. “Yeah, okay.” He shuffled over on the bed to make room for Sirius and waited for his brother to begin talking.

“So you freaked out,” Sirius said. Regulus groaned and dropped his head into his hands.

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yup.” Sirius reached over and patted him on the head. “You’ll be fine. James seems like a giant sweetheart and won’t have even thought about introducing you to his parents as anything but getting food.”

“Really?” Regulus looked up, hopefully.

“Why else would he have invited me and Remus, for that matter? Someone he’s barely interacted with. He’s just doing something nice.” Sirius patted his leg and left him to mull over his words.

It had been over 24 hours since he’d seen James. Sirius’s words had helped for a few hours, but he’d started spiralling as he overthought every little thing.

“Reggie, you ready? We’re going down to get drinks before dinner. Don’t be late.” Sirius called through the door when it was nearly time to go to the restaurant.

Regulus paced the floor at the end of his bed. He was trying to decide whether to go or not. He checked his phone. He was already late.

Quickly, he threw on the green shirt from yesterday that James had liked so much and hurried to the restaurant. He skidded through the door. A sheen of sweat beading on his forehead. He grabbed a napkin from the trolly and wiped his brow. He scanned the room, and his eyes landed on James.

James was laughing heartily with the rest of the table at something his dad had said. Taking a calming breath, Regulus walked the short distance to their table.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” The beaming smile James gave him upon his arrival erased all the worry he’d felt since yesterday morning.

“Not at all, darling. Sit, sit, what do you want to drink?” Effie’s smile was just as warm as her son’s. She flagged down a waiter, and Regulus ordered a gin and tonic before slipping into the empty seat next to James.

“I didn’t know if you would come,” James said quietly to him.

“Sorry.” He murmured, pushing down his nerves and looking James in the eyes. “I’ve never met anyone’s parents before, and I sort of freaked out.” James’s face softened.

“Hate to break it to you, love. But I’m not that deep. You have to eat. We have to eat. I thought we could do it together, have a couple of drinks, and then go watch The Breakfast Club before bed.” Regulus snorted.

“I really overthought this, didn’t I?”

“Just a tad. But hey, I find it rather cute that you’re that worried about meeting my parents.” Regulus peaked at the Potter’s and let the small smile play across his lips. James’s dad was currently in a dramatic battle with Sirius over who could pull the silliest face, and Effie was chatting with Remus about his practice.

They ate their way through three delicious courses. Regulus found it oddly easy to talk to James’s parents. They were so warm it was hard not to get along with them.

“So, how did you two meet then?” Effie asked Sirius and Remus.

“Well,” Sirius replied with his winning smile. “When your son tried to turn Reggie here into a snowman, Remus was called to come and check his ankle out, and we met just as he was leaving.”

“Wait,” Effie said, confused. “I thought you said your practice was in London?” Remus nodded as he swallowed his last mouthful of chocolate tart.

“Oh, it is. But Molly at the front desk knew I was a doctor and asked if I’d have a look before I went to explore the shops. I wasn’t in any rush, so I had a look, and just as I was leaving, Sirius walked in.”

“Remind me to get Molly a gift before we leave,” Sirius told Remus, taking his hand and kissing the back of his hand.

While his parents were enraptured by Remus’s tale, James shuffled closer to Regulus.

“Shall we run away now?” James asked. Regulus’s eyes widened as he looked at the others and nodded at James. He let out a squeal of joy when James grabbed him up into his arms and ran out of the restaurant with him into the conveniently waiting lift.

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madame-fear · 7 months

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Can you do headcanons about modern single dad jacaerys x single mom reader ? 💕🙏

amira speaks! : yesss of course my love! i hope this was what you expected. i do apologise beforehand, it might be a bit short, and i hope it was what you expected, my dear nonnie. 🙏

— genre : fluff, modern au. — pairing : modern!single dad!jacaerys verlaryon x modern!single mum!reader.

: ̗̀➛ jace would’ve met you because your son befriended his own, becoming best friends — so, obviously, being best friends included going to each other’s houses.

: ̗̀➛ jace already knew you — very slightly — when both of you dropped off your children at school at the same time, but never managed to properly meet, or talk to you. And not that he had noticed you that much at that time, either.

: ̗̀➛ both of you are young single parents. While his young wife abandoned him and their son from one day to another a few months after giving birth to the boy, your boyfriend abandoned you while being pregnant — so you shared a similar background on how you became single parents.

: ̗̀➛ the second you step into his home with your child, he immediatly warmly greets you and makes you feel at home. Jace has a cheery personality, very gentle and delicate around you; plus, he would be the most polite man you ever met. Impossible not to already warm up to him already.

: ̗̀➛ jace has an almost natural paternal instinct that swoops you off your feet. While both boys are playing around together, you might see him bringing hot chocolate and cookies to them, and maybe even messing with their hair. BEING A SWEET FATHER EVEN TO YOUR BOY IS HIS RIZZ–

: ̗̀➛ he can tell you must be a good mother as well, by the way your boy always clings to you and kisses your cheek or makes sweet little drawings for you and you just shower him in love. Even his son already adores you, and even if Jace won’t say it, you would have already stolen his heart with the calm kindness and loveliness you have around children.

: ̗̀➛ gods, he can’t help but notice how pretty you are in every sense as well. The way you know how to charismatically joke around with him, the way you so sweetly laugh and smile, how you stare at him when he’s talking to you, and how you always lift his and/or your boy off the ground just to spin them around the air playfully.

: ̗̀➛ perhaps the last woman he held such an endearing love before broke his heart, making grief be engraved in every inch of his being, and even left him with a baby boy who was just a few months old; clueless and anxious. But you? You are different, he knows. Just like you know, he could never leave your side, even helping you out in the silliest things.

: ̗̀➛ at this point in time, you befriended one another rapidly. Often going to each other’s houses — much to the boys delight, too —, talking and chatting 24/7, and occasionally staying for dinner.

: ̗̀➛ though he might be a bit shy to express his love for you, no matter how long he has known you for and how perfectly well he knows you, Jace will do his best to show his appreciation for you. And oh, he never fails to charm you away.

: ̗̀➛ bringing flowers, gifting you jewellery, buying toys for your son, kissing your cheek and pressing his lips on your skin longer than he should — all clear signs. You are too afraid you misinterpret his politeness, but you are far from misunderstanding anything.

: ̗̀➛ at one point in time, after the tension is more than notoriously felt lurking between every single one of your stares, or how comforting it feels when both of you are together playing with your boys as if it were both of them were your own family, I think he wouldn’t be to keen in keeping what he feels for you any longer.

: ̗̀➛ to which, before you left his home with your son back to your home, he would’ve held you for a bit longer. Of course, silly boy would be idiotically stumbling upon his own words rather timidly trying to find the proper words, and when he does, he would offer to take you somewhere you fancy, and the boys would be taken care of by anyone you trust wholeheartedly.

: ̗̀➛did you say yes? of fucking course, in the blink of an eye. And, you left by gently pressing your lips on his cheek, placing a tender kiss, and giving him a sweet, wide, toothy grin. The one that melts his heart, at the same time it makes it pound violently against his chest. On the outside you look like the most tranquil person in the world, but on the inside, you are screaming and giggling like a little girl with a crush. Finally, it was about time he would make a move.

: ̗̀➛ it’s needless to say his son adores you as much as Jace adores you entirely without a doubt, and by seeing how much of a proper loving mother to his son as if he were also your own, he just knows you are the one he would forever cherish with the entirety of his being.

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srslyscary · 1 month

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heyyy, do u do x black reader if so could you do a fluffy lee know fic. where him and reader are just apart of a silly friend group with lots of mutuals and lee knows always kinda just had a lil thing for reader.

but then reader is kinda just noticing lee know is there and then just boom. fell in love immediately idk…

lowkey like mutuals to lovers if that makes any sense?…

a lover’s eye

| Contents: SFW , reader is written as she/her but can be considered gn, friends to lovers, made up friend names, black!reader, lee know is referred to as his biological name

tysm for the request anon!! I love this idea so so much. I’m not all that sure if you wanted me to add reader & Lee Know in a SKZ friend group or a random one so I just stuck with the random one! i hope this is okay! I had the idea of them both having feelings for each other but not realizing it till “now”.

I also hope you’re well and taking care of yourself! much love <3

“minho, dude… you’ve been staring at her for the past 10 minutes.” a voice spoke, pulling the male out of his small trance.

“…huh? staring at who?” He said, looking over to his friend. “YN— who else? you’ve been giving her googly eyes ever since she first arrived-“

Minho shushed him loudly with a glare on his face, looking as if he would smack the other male. “Ya- Injae! How many times do I have to tell you to keep it down? Loud mouth.” He sighed, looking back over to the female he was previously eyeing. “I wasn’t staring. I was just— admiring her!”

“Yeah— Kay. Dude If you have a thing for her It’s no biggie, I mean the whole friend group can kind of tell. Besides YN of course— I wouldn’t say she’s oblivious but.. it’s also obvious she doesn’t have a clue.” Injae stood up from where he was sitting, looking for the other members of the group. YN was currently talking to Jia, one of the girls of their friend group.

Their little group consisted of the silliest kids around the block. Jia, Injae, YN, Eunji, Rae, and of course Minho. They were all very close with one another, sharing memorable experiences with each other. YN was rather unique, some would say. Although all were Korean, YN was the only black female who could speak fluent Korean. To Minho… that’s what made her so special. Just her presence made his body and chest feel weird.

“Ya, Injae. Do you think the weird feeling I get when I look at YN.. relates to me having a ‘thing’ for her?” Minho tilts his head slightly, looking at the girl’s features as he waited for his other friend to talk. “Well yeah, I mean it’s just normal to feel that way when you’re crushing on someone.”

“You idiot. i know It’s normal. I just— i wanted to make sure. That’s all.” He looked down at his lap from where he was sitting, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. Injae looked down at his friend, and chuckled. He looked back to YN, and all the friends that were surrounding them. They were all gathered around waiting for the Rae to arrive since they planned to have an ‘out day’ today.

“Just tell her how you feel man. I’m sure she’ll—“ “Don’t even finish that. It’s not that simple.” Minho leaned his head back , running his fingers through his hair. “And why not? It’s not like you guys aren’t friends. You talk to her everyday, and you’re both in the same friend group.” Injae sighed irritably, checking his phone. “Goddamnit.. where the hell is Rae? He was supposed to be here an hour ago..”

Minho took this time to think, to really think about what decisions he should make. YN was beautiful, stunning even. She had the face and voice of a goddess, she was funny, and never failed to make him smile at least a tiny bit.. even if the jokes weren’t directly to him. It wasn’t like YN hadn’t noticed him, part of what Injae said was true— he talked to her everyday, trying to spark up some conversations.

“Yo, Minho.” A finger tapped him, yet again bringing him out of his own little world. Looking up, he saw that exact goddess. She eyed him down with a blank look, her shadow against the sun made her look like a real angel. “Whatcha still doin’ sittin’ down? Rae jus’ got here. Cmon.” YN chuckled, smiling at the male with the softest eyes. Oh how he loved those eyes..

“Sorry. Got lost in thought.” He said, getting up from his place of rest. YN waved her hand as if dismissing him, looking at him one last time before walking ahead. Minho caught up to the girl, as the rest of the friend group walked together. “Soo..”

“Got sum to say say?” She said, taking her phone out to look at herself. “No, it’s fine.” “Aight.” Minho watched her trinket with the small features on her face adjusting whatever she needed. God, she was so beautiful. Her brown skin that shone in the sun, her perfect curves, her pretty face, she was simply so divine to him. “Minho, you’re staring.” YN was finished checking herself out, looking at him again as she noticed his looks a while ago. “What?— I wasn’t staring, there was just something on your shoulder.“

“Yeah right. You’re dog shit at lying. I caught yo ass in the act. Y’know you can’t hide shit from me, Min.” She shook her head, looking forward. In truth, she herself wanted him to keep looking. Everytime she looked at him, she felt a little spark go off somewhere in her. She enjoyed his presence as much as he did her, even if both didn’t know of it.

Soon the friend group arrived to their little destination, a small carnival next to a bridge. Water laid low under the bridge, the sun setting only slightly. “Hell yeah! The carnival! Let’s go!” Rae yelled as he ran ahead inside. “Rae wait for us!” Eunji yelled right after as she dragged Jia along. Injae laughed as he turned to Minho and YN. “You two coming?”

YN turned to the bridge with a blank face, “Nah. I think imma go over there. Take a look at the view.” She pointed back to the bridge, with a small smile and a hand on one hip. “Sure— Minho?” Injae turned his head slightly to the male, who looked quite conflicted. “I uh— I think I’ll stay with YN.”

Injae looked surprised but chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright cool. I’ll save some snacks for ya!” He waved, running ahead to catch up with the others. YN waved, turning back to the bridge with a smile. Minho turned with her, but kept his eyes on the girl. The sunset made her look as if she was in a movie, the wind blowing against her hair.

“Yo, Minho— cmon. I wanna go see the view.” She grabbed his hand, walking ahead with quick speed. Minho simply let her, realizing they were basically holding hands. His heart quickened— he was actually holding her hand? He was almost ecstatic, even if his face said otherwise. YN continued to pull his hand until they reached the bars of the bridge, keeping their hands held together and looking down to see the water.

“Ain’t it pretty Min?” He only looked at her, not giving her an answer as his hand tightened with hers. “Mmh— what was the question?” He looked out into the view, watching the sun set. “The view, dumbass. You’re supposed to agree that the view is fye.” She said shaking her head. “Fye?”

YN looked at him, laughing. Her pretty lip gloss on her plump lips, her skin that was nearly sunkissed, her smile— he noticed it all. The girl stopped laughing, looking at him with a soft smile. Her heartbeat quickened at that moment, swallowing with the little shallow breaths she let out. “Min—“

“I love you.” He interrupted quickly, eyes widening as he realized what he just said. “Wait wait I- i didn’t mean to say that—“ he quickly said, letting go of her hand to back up slightly. He looked down at his shoes, frowning as he looked flabbergasted. And so did she, shocked that those 3 words even came out of his mouth. Minho didn’t even know why he said that, it was just the spur of the moment and he felt like he should say something, but not THAT. She shook her head again, looking at his head.

“Funny.” She grabbed his hand again, intertwining them. “That’s real funny coming from yo ass. Never thought you wouldeva say that to me.” She said smiling at him, as she waited for him to look up. Minho looked up, his eyes met with YN’s. And there that feeling was again, his heart was racing— the world seemed to slow down for that slight moment.

“Love you too Minho.” She tilted her head, her hair blowing in the wind once again. “wait really?” She nodded, smiling even brighter. “Thought it was obvious? I liked you for a while. You’re just my type I guess. You’re fine as hell, and I’m always smiling with you. I thought maybe you didn’t like me like that, ‘s why i’m kinda iffy on having conversations with you.” Minho held her hand tight, looking at the view. “So.. you’re saying you wanna.. be together?”

“If YOU wanna. I’m aight with whateva—“ “I want to.” She looked at his side profile, watching him gaze out at the last rays of the sunlight. She chuckled, or really giggled. “Now i can officially call you my man.”

“…hm. I guess I can call you my girl now.”

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pedrifsx · 1 year

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you think i hate you?

pair< kylian mbappé x belle aurélie (oc)

summary< kylian and y/n who are roommates always argue about the most silliest things. this one time, belle brought up the topic of respecting her privacy when other girls that kylian bring home are over.

warning< enemies -> lovers, playboy!kylian, smut eventually, petnames, confession, argument then smut, roommate!kylian x roommate!reader.

“kylian! you’re not hearing what i’m saying,” belle shouted at the 24-year-old, “are you fucking deaf?” her eyebrows furrowed with her arms co-ordinating with her words. she was furious with kylian as he was good for the past month with bringing other girls home until this week and, boy, was she sick of it.

“zut alors, belle,” he responded in annoyance, the frenchman was tired of belle and of her telling him what to do whether it was to do the dishes because it was ‘his turn’ to the girls he brings to their apartment to respect her privacy, “you can’t tell me what to fucking do!”

“at this point i have a right to. you’re always going into my room to fuck another girl when you’re too lazy to walk down the hallway to yours!” she argued back, lifting her glasses onto her head to take a good look at the pathetic man standing infront of her.

“it’s not my fault that you signed a lease here!” he shouted at her getting up from the couch he was slouching on to the kitchen island that belle was sitting next to.

“well it’s not my fault you agreed for me to leave here!” belle accused him for his doings and how he could’ve avoided this relationship with belle if he didn’t agree for her to live in their penthouse, “use your brain for once, you fucking idiot!”

kylian’s mouth dropped when she told him to ‘use his brain’. “no wonder you don’t last in relationships, you’re so hardheaded.”

annoyed and confused why he would say that, she opened up her laptop and logged in, putting her glasses back on, “forget it, kylian. just- just respect my privacy. please?”

kylian rolled his eyes then sneakily smirked knowing that belle just gave up like that. it made his ego grow knowing that he had won another argument, which to everyone else, just made him look more cocky than people think he is.

after working for a little bit, belle decided that it was a good idea to go to sleep since the day was long and tiring. and, it was nearing 1am. kylian was already in bed as he had training at 10am until 12pm.

without thinking, the girl grabbed the door knob and twisted it open, surprised when the end of the bed hit the side of her waist.

“merde,” she winced, rubbing the pain from her waist. the moonlight was her only source of light and she couldn’t see the bed. to her surprise, the bed wasn’t made. she thought, surely i made it when i woke up, but ignored it as she was fucking wasted.

she slid into the covers of the sheet and sighed of relief when the warmth hit her body. she backed up to get comfortable and felt a firm hand slide to her waist.

belle gasped at the sudden action, squirming and cussing when she felt the familiar hand of her roommate.

“kylian, what the fuck?” she whisper-shouted, feeling a sensation that she had never felt before.

“more like, belle, what the fuck?” he responded, chuckling at the confused lady, “what are you doing in my room?”

belle’s face softened when she turned on the light and realised that she was, in fact, not in her room, but in kylian’s.

“oh, shit,” she mumbled, flustered and hoisting herself up, “i’ll go.” kylian stopped her by grabbing her hand and pulling her back down.

“stay,” he groaned, “you caused a problem.” his eyes directed at his erection that belle created while her body rummaged to get comfortable.

it was too late at night for her to make right decisions as she held onto his neck and kissed his soft lips.

“fuck, you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for you to do that,” kylian murmured after breaking the kiss.

“shut up and kiss me,” she whimpered, grinding against his erection. there tongues fondled with eachother before kylian’s large hands wondered up belle’s large t-shirt that seemed to be his. he realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra and with one swift movement, removed the shirt from her body leaving her in her shorts.

kylian didn’t hesitate to go down her neck and leave marks like he always did with other women. but this time it was special, she could see that he wasn’t hesitant on doing this like he does with other women.

his hands soon reached her boobs, grasping onto it and his fingers rubbed over her nipples, making her whimpers underneath his touch.

kylian detached his dominant hand from her body and reached down to take off his boxers. he revealed his huge length which made belle shocked as she thought it was tiny from his cockiness.

“you’re huge,” she mumbled, pushing him down, telling him that she wanted to suck him off.

“be patient, bébé,” belle squirming when she heard the name. she spat on his dick before taking his tip into her mouth, circling her tongue around it, making him shut his eyes and lean his head back.

belle kept her eyes open and looked up at him with her big, manipulative doe eyes. she went to the base of his dick, making her gag on his thick manhood.

kylian’s hands managed to grab her hair into a makeshift ponytail before guiding her into bobbing her head up and down his length.

“you can take it,” he whimpered, “you’re a good girl.”

his sexual words made her go rapid and sucked his dick faster than before.

“shit,” kylian whimpered, “gonna cum.” his hands bobbed her head, fast and violent, the couple waiting for kylian to come into her mouth.

and alas, his white liquid painted her throat, her swallowing right after. she took it out of her mouth making a small “pop” noise when she got up.

her body weight shifted on kylian as she straddled his lap. without thinking, she ground her hips against the man practically riding his thigh.

“shit,” she mumbled as her nose picked up the familiar scent of the man. it was musky and homely as she recognised it, this time making her want to cum.

“ride me, belle,” he groaned, his hands grabbing onto her neck, making eye contact as he spoke his words.

the half french half colombian lady thrusted her hips up, rubbing kylian’s tip into her entrance and slowly, went down on him.

he tried different ways on pleasing her that night, one being him with his hands placed on her juicy ass, pulling it forwards to make her grind her hips while he was inside her.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he growled in a low tone, his voice rough from his drowsiness, “gonna make me cum.”

“cum for me, ky,” she moaned, rubbing her clit that was puffy and yearning for more.

kylian had his second shot, this time up belle’s pussy. it wasn’t surprising that belle fell on top of him after he collapsed.

it was a moment of pure silence, just fast pants and breaths.

“so?” kylian sounded out, “what are we now?”

“fuck it,” belle sighed, “will you be my boyfriend, ky?”

“fuck yeah!”

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brelie mbappé? more like mmm papi

k.mbappe you thought i hated you about 4 months ago🧐🙄

> brelie u don’t now do u

neymarjr bro was in love with you the whole time. simp.

> brelie @/brunabiancardi

brunabiancardi soft launch is on top🥺🥺

> brelie love you sm

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